[b]Name:[/b] Mélanie Bouchard
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Sex:[/b] AFAB
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Height:[/b] 5’5
[b]Major:[/b] Philosophy
[b]Occupation:[/b] Stocks Groceries
[b]Hobby:[/b] Amatuer singer-songwriter (of the folk variety), record collector, book reader, poetry writer
[b]Personal Theme-Music:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-Xm7s9eGxU]Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No.1[/url]
[b]Speech:[/b] “I went to France once, and it was cool and all that, but no one could really... understand the Québécois accent, so I just decided that Montréal was the better place for me to speak my language.”
[b]Action:[/b] [i]The café’s quiet today[/i] She thought to herself as she admired the stillness of her surroundings. Her gaze changed to focus on the street outside the window. The sun shone brightly as she took a sip from the slowly cooling coffee in front of her. It was then when she noticed a familiar woman crossing the street. A smile grew on Mélanie’s face as she gave a subtle wave in the woman’s direction.
[b]Description of Voice:[/b] A bit lower for a woman, Mélanie’s voice still holds remnants of her native language, leading her to have a slight French accent. Although her vocabulary is pretty comprehensive, she can still get held up on some of the longer words, leaving her to pause and think about what to say next.
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Mélanie is a skinny woman with long and wavy dirty blonde hair, usually done up in a messy bun. Her eyes a radiant green, displayed behind a pair of browline glasses. Her earlobes are pierced, with her right ear sporting a cartilage piercing. Her usual dress is a pair of tight jeans with holes in the knees, and some kind of flannel over a t-shirt or tank top, though there are times when she dresses up it is only really for special occasions.