EDIT: So I changed her from self-insert to full out OC. This is more of a concept sheet than an actual ref sheet but I'm still pretty happy with it.
"Do you duets?"
Corinne chuckled nervously, pulling in her shoulders. "Well, only when forced."
Lucille grinned and looked towards the short man that stood beside her, eyes glittering with a child-like eagerness. "Emile, you must force her."
Name: Corinne Denise Bou
Age: Mid to late 20's
DOB: Feb 20th
Appearence: She is a little bit on the short side, coming up at around 5'5 (a little shorter than Lucille I'd imagine-) and weighing around 120 lbs.
She looks almost nothing like her father and almost everything like her mother, and she is quite beautiful despite what her self-confidence (or lack thereof) lets her believe. She has short black hair with big, dark blue eyes, and fair skin with a beauty mark underneath her left eye.
She is known by most as the one and only daughter of the famed ballerina, Diane Bou, and theatre pianist, Nicolis Bou, and is the heir to the family fortune. She is quiet, introverted, and incredibly timid and shy. But she is also gentle and sweet as can be. Her social awkwardness is one of the many things that tends to cause her great deals of anxiety, as she finds it difficult to talk to people that she has never met before, but once she's comfortable she becomes much more friendly. While she can be quite fragile a lot of the time and is usually patient and hard to anger, she is more than willing to stand up for herself if she must, though nowadays its become quite rare.
She tends to spend a lot of time by herself and is known for being a homebody, staying cooped up in her parents mansion that she inherited, seldom going out unless its to run errands. According to some of her servants, she spends way too much of her time in the mansion alone and they pity her because they know how lonely she must be. They're often trying to be her advocates and give her reasons to leave the house every once and a while. Its for this reason that they were relieved when she was contacted by her childhood friend Emile, whom she has known since her elementary years, as he actually helped a great deal in bringing Corinne out of her shell.
She can be a little clumsy sometimes when she's nervous, and is known to be a dreamer and a thinker.
She loves to paint in her spare time, she loves music, and also loves flowers and gardening, and spends a lot of time in the manor's flower gardens. She owns several pet birds that essentially are her babies.
She is extremely talented in other areas as well; she is able to sing, play the violin, and even dance to some extent thanks to her mother, which is why that when she does dance, it shows the grace and elegance that you’d see in ballet—though she seldom performs for anyone due to lack of confidence and slight stage fright.
Being an outcast since childhood and having been a child that rarely had her parents around due to their careers, she had grown used to the feeling of being by herself when she was very young. She wasnt as much raised by her parents as much as she was raised by the several servants that were in the manor. But, at least she had some guidance growing up, and they all loved and cared for her dearly, if not pitied her in the slightest bit.
She grew up being the girl that nearly everyone bullied—mainly because of how she tended to act which made her an easy target. But in a way, she was made into a better person because of those experiences, as she has never treated a single soul like that in her life, and she never will. She treats people with kindness and respect and love, and is a generous soul that just cannot stand to see people suffer and doesnt judge others by petty, shallow things like money or status.
She has very few close friends, yet most people who do know of her, know her by name. One of her few close friends when she was a child was a light brown-haired, hazel-eyed boy named Emile, whom she met in the middle of Elementary school, and he became like a brother to her. They were inseparable until she started going to an Academy for the Arts in high school years later, which is where she learned to play the violin and write music, among many other things. She and Emile reconnected after she finished her studies and she is still friends with him today.
Corinne has only ever been in one relationship. A charming young man named Bernard Duval who approached her while she was in the library near her manor, and he stole her heart with his boldness and humor. In a matter of months, the two were engaged, and she invited him to live with her in her parents manor that she had inherited from her deceased mother and father after his business went under. Things were wonderful at first. She was no longer as lonely as she once was and she was so happy being an engaged woman. Unfortunately though, his attitude gradually began to change and her feelings of love turned into feelings of fear and regret as she realized that she was only with him as expensive arm-candy that had a big house and lots of money.
He would cut her down and use every bit of emotional and verbal abuse he could use to manipulate her, he cut her off from almost all of her friends and had to know where she was and what she was doing at all times. She became incredibly meek and timid, never doing anything without his permission and keeping her silence when out in public. Pretending that everything was alright when it wasnt, and she knew it. She tended to never answer questions about it directly, often giving subtle hints or round-about answers to try and dodge them. But everyone who she talked to knew what was going on, even without her needing to say it.
So when Emile noticed this, he tried to get her out of the house by taking her to L'oiseau Rare for some music and a getaway from her rough home situation. When he finds her unable to take her eyes from the magnificent Monsieur Francoeur on stage, he takes her back and officially introduces her to the two singers. She was hardly able to stand up straight, though not for lack of trying. And managed to do a fine job of introducing herself and becoming friendly with the two, despite her erratic nerves.
Francoeur seemed curious of her at first, then noticed the flowers that sat in her headband, and, mistaking them for real ones, accidentally attempted getting closer to try and smell them, startling the young woman. Lucille scolded him and he immediately stepped back when he noticed how confused and frightened the woman looked, and chirped as he slowly pointed to the flowers in her hair. Corinne blinked in realization as she felt the collection of gems and carnations on her hairband, blushing in embarrassment as she took note of the guilty expression on the large creature's face. She couldnt be mad at a face like that...
She smiled at him and shook her head. "Oh please dont look at me like that..." She said kindly, folding her hands and fiddling with her fingers. "I'm not angry... Its okay... Its just that these arent real flowers..." She tapped the flowers with her index finger. "I'm afraid they're fake... But I'm not mad I promise...you just scared me a little is all… Best watch your manners a little better in the future okay?"
Francoeur smiled at her and nodded in reply. It was a warm, sweet smile. And it had to have been the most wonderful sight she had ever seen...
Unfortunately though, it was just then that her fiance came into the building looking for her, and she nearly jumped when she heard his voice call out to her saying "There you are!" as he came up behind her. He took her wrist tightly to the point where it almost hurt her, and he practically heaved her close to him, calmly insisting on being introduced to her friends.
After being introduced, he seemed in an unusual hurry to get him and Corinne out of there, and she looked almost frightened about it, taking an apologetic, sidelong glance at them from over her shoulder. To say the least, the air was uncomfortable after that, and Emile had to be the one to take Lucille and Francoeur aside and explain to them what her situation was after the cabaret closed. It was not a happy conversation to have, and a rather heavy subject to introduce Francoeur to, admittedly.
She was gone for a month and a half before coming back. But Emile had to practically sneak her out so that her fiance wouldnt suspect anything and come back for her, should that end up with worse results.
She continued to return with Emile to the L'oiseau Rare to visit, regularly going to see Lucille and Francoeur perform.
She had begun to spend more time with Francoeur, and it shocked him and Lucille both to see that his appearance without the mask didnt strike her or frighten her at all, she merely smiled and even complimented him, asking why he was hiding away such a nice face behind a mask to begin with. She talked to him like as if he were any other person. And continued to do so in the following weeks.
Lucille found her reaction to be a little strange...but figured it was better than the alternative.
From that day forward Francoeur was always incredibly happy to see Corinne whenever she came to visit. The two became two peas in a pod within a very short time, and everyone saw how Francoeur's friendship was positively effecting Corinne.
She almost seemed to open up to Francoeur than she did anyone else, and she was...happy. She was truly and genuinely happy and Francoeur was glad that he had another person to share his companionship with. They talked frequently, or at least, he'd listen while she would tell him about herself so he could get to know her better, as he seemed interested based on his prodding. For some reason...she felt so comfortable with him. So open. She felt like she could trust him.
They'd sometimes talk for as long as an hour or more until she'd check the time and stiffen with fear, and suddenly rush to get home with promises of another visit soon. Everyone knew about this, and found the friendship they shared absolutely adorable. But then Lucille began to notice a small change in Franc's behavior. She noticed how he looked at Corinne and noticed how he acted when they'd spend time alone with one another. She watched as he'd light up when he'd see her in the cabaret. She noticed how he seemed to hum her favorite songs under his breath when he figured no one was listening. Little things like that. She actually confronted him about this, and he had to have Lucille explain to him what his feelings toward Corinne were.
It wasnt until then that he realized he was in love with her. Madly, deeply, head-over-heels in love with her. Little did he know, his feelings were very well returned.
But it always crushed him to see her with her fiance, if and when she came with him. For more reasons aside from the fact that it wasnt him who got to hold her close and tell her she was beautiful, not that her fiance was doing that for her anyway.
Whenever she came into the cabaret by herself, the dark circles around her eyes that were gone the week or month before had returned. Sometimes she'd be gone for weeks on end and when she did finally come back around, she always walked in looking broken and defeated like a beaten dog. Everyone could see what that man was doing to her. It was as if all the joy she'd have while she was here with Francoeur and her other friends always came completely undone by the time she came back for another visit. All the more reason that Francoeur always tried anything he could to make her happy and brighten her up so she could be the woman he wanted her to be; a happy, smiling one that laughed and sang. The woman that deserved to always be existent. He and Emile both always tried their best to make her feel happy and safe while she was there, and protect her as best they could.
Francoeur, longing to see her after what must have been more than three months, practically begged Raoul and Lucille to take him to Bou manor. If for no other reason then to make sure Corinne was still alright. He remembered hearing her tell him that he and the others could come visit her whenever they wished, day or night, so he knew she wouldnt mind.
Unable to argue with him, knowing they almost wanted to check in on her themselves out of concern, they grabbed their coats and set off to the manor.
The door was answered by not Corinne nor her fiance, but one of the servants. A short woman with straggly brunette hair blinked at them. "Can I help you?"
"We're friends of Madamoiselle Corinne. Is she home?" Raoul asked. Francoeur was already looking past both him and the servant to try and catch a glimpse of the inside of the house, anxiously playing with his fingers. Lucille placed her hand on his right set of arms to try and soothe him.
The woman smiled at them and took a quick glance around behind them before letting them into the house, which opened up into a long main hallway. She closed the door behind them and motioned for them to follow. "Please, follow me. She's this way in her study." As the woman led them down the long hallway, the trio looked about at the paintings and large doors that lined the walls as they passed. Two sat in a row right next to each other, both of them portraits, one of a man, the other of a woman.
Corinne's parents, most likely.
Then suddenly the enchanting tune of a violin being played graced the trio's eardrums. Francoeur almost stopped breathing as it reached him, eyes blinking as the sound got louder and louder.
The woman led them to a large arching doorway that was closed off by two doors. The servant slowly pushed the doors open to reveal a magnificent room with windows lining the outer wall, with a fantastic view of the courtyard. Bookshelves that were fully stocked and a couple of desks lined the wall. In the left corner there was a velvet loveseat with a glass coffee table. In the corner of the room sat a space that was most likely used for drawing and painting based on the canvas and art supplies that were scattered there.
And in the middle sat Corinne. On a little white stool, a music stand before her as she played the violin.
Francoeur , as well as the other two, was completely frozen as he watched her and listened.
She didnt seem to notice them there until she finished and Raoul had burst into applause, making her jump and shriek where she sat, her big blue eyes instantly snapping towards them, wide in startled surprise. "Oh my god it's just you..." She said, smiling as she pressed a hand to her chest and let out a breathy chuckle. "My god dont EVER do that to me!"
The three shared a quick laugh about the mishap before Corinne offered them all a seat on the little couch in the corner of the room, setting her violin down by the stool, and asked the servant to bring them all some tea. While she did seem a bit nervous, she was definitely happy to see them. Which soothed Francoeur a great deal.
The three chatted for a while, mostly asking about whether or not Corinne was alright and asking why she hadnt visited lately. As usual, she said she was fine through a smile and merely told them that she hadnt been visiting because her fiance wasnt fond of it and didnt want her to be going there anymore.
The fact that she was so casual about it is what bothered them. They all knew that her casual attitude about the matter was a lie. They knew.
Then suddenly, the sound of a car was heard pulling into the driveway, and Corinne jumped to her feet and went to the window to see who had arrived.
It was her fiance.
When asked who it was, she wasnt about to lie to them, and merely said "Oh its just mon cher Bernard..." with a sigh.
Francoeur tensed instantly.
Soon the man was coming down the hallway and the two doors opened, instantly making Corinne put down her tea and stand. She went to him and greeted him at the door, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead as he greeted her back, smiling contently. He then looked to the others and his smile turned fake as he asked why they were there, and Corinne told him that they had come to visit and they were just having some tea.
Franc didnt even attempt to smile.
They were quickly instructed to leave by the man, and were escorted out by one of the servants as Barnard kept his arm held possessively around Corinne's shoulders, eyeing them all as they walked out. Including Francoeur who not only met Corinne's gaze and held it as he passed before she glanced to her fiance and looked to the floor, but also glared at Bernard in the slightest bit before passing and following after the others.
It wasnt soon after he left that Bernard turned on Corinne and began with his typical berations. This was something Corinne expected. He always found something to complain about and scold her for. She could never do anything right…
Then suddenly, as if it came from nowhere, he flew into a rage, accusing her of preposterous things like being some sort of insane person for allowing that thing into their home. The fact that he’d say such a thing about Francoeur crushed her, and her face showed it. As hard as she was to anger, she wasnt about to let Bernard call him by such a name.
“Don't you dare call him that!” She snapped, pointing a scolding finger at him. “He’s not a “thing”. He is a gentle, loving angel who has done more for me than you ever have!” She had tears going down her face, and her hand slowly clenched into a fits as she turned away from her fiance.”You...you don't know him like I do… H-He’s harmless and kind and...”
There was a moment of silence, and Corinne crossed her arms around herself as she cowered, bracing for his reaction.
“You’re in love with that monster arent you?” He began to yell, his fists clenching.
In her silence, he got his answer.
Before she knew it she had been shoved roughly to the floor, staring up at him in sheer horror as he called her a various assortment of names that she’d rather not repeat. She was already crying by the time he picked up her violin from the floor, and she gasped in fright at the sight of it i his grasp. “Wh-What are you gonna do with that…?” She asked through her tears.
“This?” He held up the violin. The look in his eyes was that pure evil.
Corinne screamed in terror as she watched him smash her precious instrument down against the stool, breaking it into two splintered halves. He threw the half he was holding to the floor, and looked to her, stepping back as she crawled to it and picked up the broken halves of the violin in her small, trembling hands.
Her father got her that violin…
She didnt even turn to look at Bernard as he threw another curse her way and stormed out, and as she looked at her beloved violin, shattered into pieces, her eyes slowly panned to her left ring finger where she wore her engagement ring.
Emile was right…they all were.
She didnt deserve this…
She was so done with being controlled and berated on a daily basis. She didnt want to deal with it anymore, and since Bernard chose to do this to her and then just leave without a second thought, she decided then and there that she wasnt going to.
She quickly put her violin down to remove the ring, and she threw it across the room as hard as she could with a frustrated yell. She broke into tears, and cried into her hands for several minutes, mourning the loss of her violin before two of the servants came in to aid her. One was Elaine, an older woman whom Corinne had known ever since she was little. The other one was a younger blonde that Corinne had hired about two years ago.
The two servants gently helped Corinne to her feet, asking if she was alright, and for once, she shook her head no.
“No...no I’m not…” She said, rubbing her eyes. And with that, Corinne walked out of her study and headed for the front door.
She took the second car and drove straight to Lucille's where she knew Francoeur would be, continuously wiping tears from her eyes as she drove.
My OTP feels completely ran away with me in her backstory-
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Yeah, Sean...dont get me wrong he's talented but...IDK I dont think his voice /fit/ too much. IDK maybe thats just me??
Oh wow1 I'm so glad that you like her! I was honestly a bit worried.
Ugh I did so much research for the dresses bc I was just here like "wait I dont know how to draw clothing for this time period like what did they wear?" and then I discovered how beautiful they were. ;;
In any case, thank you so much for the comment sweetheart. ^^
Oh gosh I'm sorry. OO Sounds like a handfull.
and ya it's not that fun but i've had it in the back of my mind for a while, so i just wanted to remind you that i haven't forgotten about you ;D