Name: Madelaine Delphine Beaulieu
Age: 16
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearance: shoulder length curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin, hourglass figure
Outfit:
( school uniform )
( regular outfit )
Personality: compassionate, intelligent, respectful, genuine, truthful, selfless, caring, loyal, polite, determined, confident, friendly, helpful, gentle, responsible, independent, understanding, supportive, protective, generous, considerate, fearless
Family: Lorraine Theodora Beaulieu (mom), Raphael Louis Beaulieu (dad)
Friends: her classmates from back home, some classmates from Yeondu High School
Likes: singing, dancing, reading, sketching, painting, baking, playing piano, ballet, gymnastics, cheerleading, shopping, modeling, acting, fashion, traveling, meeting new people, luxury things, helping others, school, her home country, spending time with her family, hanging out with friends, partying, watching movies and tv shows, listening to music
Dislikes: bullying, discrimination, corruption, selfishness, arrogance, dishonesty, disloyalty, being underestimated, people suffering, fighting, losing anyone she loves, not being able to help
Crush: Kyoung-hee
Backstory: Madelaine was born in France to a very aristocratic family. Her mother Lorraine was a famous model and now owns her own fashion company while her father Raphael runs a brand of luxury wine. As a child Madelaine had the best of everything from clothes to the latest electronics. She had her own driver who brought her to school every day. Madelaine also attended an exclusive private school with many other wealthy french elitist children. She also was enrolled in a prestigious ballet school where she was the top student. When she was older her dad got an opportunity to work in Korea. The family moved there and Madelaine started attending a new school. She didn't speak Korean which did make communication difficult however the teachers were very understanding. One day Madelaine was struggling to read a book for one of her lessons and that's when she was approached by one of her classmates who was named Kyoung-hee. Kyoung-hee offered to tutor Madelaine in Korean and Madelaine accepted. The two developed a friendship and spent time outside of school together. Kyoung-hee was a bit nervous since they were from two different social classes but was glad that Madelaine wasn't like other girls who had rich families. Kyoung-hee eventually grew to have a crush on Madelaine but she knew it would never work out since she was poor while Madelaine was rich. Madelaine was grateful to have someone like Kyoung-hee who liked her for herself rather than for how rich she was.
Pets: a french bulldog named Vivienne, a pug named Étiennette, a poodle named Sophia, a siamese cat named Maëlle
Theme Song:
Derniere Danse by Indila
[ Lyrics ]
Oh ma douce souffrance
Pourquoi s'acharner? Tu recommences
Je ne suis qu'un être sans importance
Sans lui, je suis un peu paro
Je déambule seule dans le métro
Une dernière danse
Pour oublier ma peine immense
Je veux m'enfuir que tout recommence
Oh ma douce souffrance
Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur
Est-ce mon tour? Vient la douleur
Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne
Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole
Que d'espérance
Sur ce chemin en ton absence
J'ai beau trimer
Sans toi ma vie n'est qu'un décor qui brille, vide de sens
Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur
Est-ce mon tour? Vient la douleur
Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne
Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole vole
Dans cette douce souffrance
Dont j'ai payé toutes les offenses
Écoute comme mon cœur est immense
Je suis une enfant du monde
Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur
Est-ce mon tour? Vient la douleur
Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne
Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole vole