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[beachlass]

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?

You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.

This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.

In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.

A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.

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[ronsard.livejournal.com]

So that's what the fruit question was all about :O

Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.

*points and laughs crazedly*

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

I only have two kids, but that kind of describes my eldest... except the fear of bridges. I'm the one afraid of bridges. My daughter is currently claiming a phobia of ferries. Yes, the boats. No, not the little winged malicious creature, she's fine with those.

[thursday-kat.livejournal.com]

oh that's fab! :)

and why do i find this funny?!?!? At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts. *snorts*

i got nicola tesla...one crazy ocd cat if there ever was one....and no dammit, i refuse to see the similarities *blows raspberry*

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

I am definitely going to start claiming my name is Georges.

[kilerkki.livejournal.com]

Shakespeare seemed to think fairly well of you, though, if Henry V is anything to go by. And you appear in my favorite Shakespeare play, so points for you!

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Iocaine powder!

*icon love*

[eshala.livejournal.com]

And so it seems that I am... Caligula...
Yep - although I can see the whole 'ultimate ruler' kinds of thing happening for me, there are some other parts that seem a wee bit scary.
1. When accused of sleeping with his sister, he declared her a God. - Cause I guess incest is better when there godliness involved? (Don't let the priests know!!)
2. He insisted that his horse should be a part of the senate. Maybe I should have insisted that my dog be a part of the Board.
3. He had a gold statue made in his honour... and then made people put clothes on it every day -- copies of the clothes that he would be wearing that day. * pauses to think about how to incorporate that into my life somehow*

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Heh. Your dog should definitely be on the board. And what if we went for paper dolls? We could have an eshala paper doll and dress it up!