BOUCHARD, adèle

[adèle bouchard]

adèle lorraine bouchard

name: melinda
age: old enough
gender: female
writing experience: i once wrote a poem about dinosaurs and pollution that was published. yeah... i'm not impressed either
how’d you find us?: fell through a hole in brianna's closet
a favorite book: Hamlet.
other character(s): Emma, Noah, Liam, Ainsley, Ethan, and Kaelynn


name: Adèle Lorraine Bouchard
age: sixteen
citizen? upper or lower schooling?: lower
previous residence: Beaune, France is home
eye color: chocolate brown
hair color: auburn
height: 5'5"
distinguishing features: A small tattoo of two birds on her right ankle and a few faded scars along her knees. At the base of her skull, beneath her thick hair, there is a thick scar from where her brother hit her with a metal dump truck when she was three.


four good personality traits

four bad personality traits

three quirks

[/i] cupcakes
keeps every ticket stub in a notebook
can blow a bubble within a bubble within in a bubble within a bubble with chewing gum
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important people

history

Once upon a time a man met a woman and they fell in love – sort of – and were married. The ‘sort of’ stems from the fact that Richard Bouchard probably wouldn’t have married at all if he had been given the option. Which in a way he was – it went something like this: “continue to be a waste of a son who mooches off this family and you won’t receive a penny,” but it was said in French so it sounded better, classier which is why Richard listened. Or he was just a coward who was afraid of being disinherited but that deters from the romance of the story. He met Lorraine at university and it was lust at first sight. A few really cheesy pickup lines involving wine and angels and they were headed back to the expensive flat Richard’s parents had leased for him in the heart of Paris’ Latin Quarter. What was meant as a one-night stand quickly extended to a twenty-four year marriage. Apparently Loraine was catholic which meant her pregnancy needed to be carried to term and Richard, being the reasonable person he was decided to marry her. It as less messy and killed two birds with one stone: grandchild and wife. His parents were so proud. About nine months (give or take a few days) after the fact, Pierre Bouchard was ushered into the world.

Three years later they had another child – this one slightly more planned – Adèle.

Being part of the Bouchard family in Beaune, France was similar to being part of the royal family. They were slightly messed up, definitely notorious, but their castle was smack dab in the center of the small community and impossible to miss. It even has a moat! If you haven’t heard of them, you’ve probably sampled their wine at some point in time or know someone who has. Bouchard et Fils. Wikipedia it. Seriously. They’ve been around for a while. Adèle likes to claim that her bottles were filled with wine as an infant, which is a lie, but her life was definitely charmed.

Much of her childhood was spent in Beaune, wanting for nothing and experiencing life the way most people only ever dreamed. She lived for the summers when her best friend and his family would come to the infamous Burgundy wine region. They knew each other because their parents did. And their parents knew each other because both families were wealthy and that’s how things like that work. There is a wealthy person network that you only know of if you can afford the membership. Regardless, Adèle never minded. Summers were spent playing whatever their imaginations could concoct – pirates, the Wizard of Oz (she made an excellent Toto), house, explorer, or merely get lost in the endless labyrinth of the vineyards. The rest of the year was spent exchanging letters – the real sort that require envelopes and stamps. Adèle would spend hours drawing him pictures of what happened in Beaune while he was gone. Most of it was fictitious, like the time she slayed a dragon that was threatening to drink the water out of the moat at her home. For his part, he would regale her with stories about life in Paris – how he ate his weight in macaroons and croissants and had written a song for her on the piano. All of her fondest childhood memories contain a thread of him and at ten, Adèle had convinced herself that they were in love and were going to get married so that they could play Nintendo and ride bikes together forever. That summer, however, his family didn’t come to the sleepy town. Her letters were no longer met with eager replies, and slowly, Adèle pushed him to the place in her mind reserved for the sort of innocence that can only exist during childhood.

That fall her parents began the daunting task of preparing her for her eventual place within the family’s organization. She used to joke that they were like the French mob – loyalty to the family above all else. In some ways this was true. It was a natural expectation that one day each member would find a place within the company and work toward its continued success. Her brother, Pierre, wanted nothing to do with it. He took great pleasure in threatening to sell it off bottle by bottle to the highest bidder if they made him CEO. Despite their disapproving stares, Richard and Lorraine believed their son to be joking.

Adèle knew different.

Pierre was nothing like their father or anyone else in the family for that matter. He dreamed of being an artist and had hundreds of sketchbooks filled with breathtaking renderings of the French countryside. While their parents deemed this a hobby, both Pierre and Adèle knew it was a passion.

But the differences were more than just drawings and paint. Pierre was never seen with a girlfriend, nor did he ever express a crush on any of the girls at the private schools he attended. Their mother maintained that he was just waiting for the right one rather than wasting his time with a bunch of gold diggers. No one was prepared for the truth.

He waited until he was eighteen to tell them the truth. At that age he had full control of his life and believed he had found someone that he could love. It wasn’t who his parents expected, nor was it someone they would ever approve of. Tristan came from an affluent English family, with coppery-blonde hair, green eyes, and infectious laugh. When Adèle first met him she understood why her brother was so smitten. All the questions she had pertaining to her brother had been answered in that instant and she could not have been more thrilled for him. When you love someone all you want is for them to find happiness, right?

Wrong.

Because if she was happy, her father was furious. He called Tristan a corrupter, threatening to have him arrested if he remained on their property. He told Pierre that he was confused and acting foolish, that he understood that young men often felt the need to experiment but to go as far as saying that he loved another boy? Well, that clearly crossed the line. Somehow Pierre’s sexuality was a personal attack, one that Pierre had concocted to gain his parents attention. Richard threatened to disinherit his son should he continue to maintain this façade.

All through the rant, Pierre remained silent, his hands balled into fists at his side. When his father had finished, he stalked silently from the room, Lorraine close behind, leaving Adèle and Pierre alone. “I knew it,” Pierre whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I knew this is how it would happen.”

“Then why did you say anything?” Adèle whispered, wrapping her arms around his hunched form. Pierre turned his head to the side, a rueful smile tracing his lips. “Because, I don’t want to live a lie.”

The next morning Pierre was gone without a trace.

At first Adèle was furious at everyone. She was angry that her father had sent her brother away over something so silly. Enraged that her brother had vanished and left her alone to deal with snotty private school girls and angry parents. But then the letters started. While Pierre could cut out their parents from their lives, he could not do the same to his baby sister. He was happy with Tristan – they were traveling the world together and he would send her a ridiculous trinket from each destination. It became a sort of game – how random of a souvenir could he find. The more nonsensical the better. For her part, Adèle would send him pictures of everything a leaf on the ground, the headmasters toupee, the suspension notice from yet another school – they never seemed to appreciate her creative genius! Covering everything in the main office with aluminum foil so that they could have a big, shiny present was inspired! As was rearranging the classroom so that everything was reversed. She lived for those letters and still does.

if you could be anywhere, where would you be? With Pierre... somewhere amazing, like, Spain! What am I saying, as long as we're together that place will be epic.

character’s play-by: Camila Finn

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