Henri Chauvelin

Name: Henri Noel Chauvelin

Age: 40. MWAHAHAHAHA

Gender: Male

Date and Place of Birth: May 31st, 1755 - France (the country)

Physical Description: 5' 10, Trim, compact and fit build. Pale, clear skin. Thick, ebony-colored hair, usually kept back in a ponytail. Shrewd black eyes, straight nose, thin lips, very chiseled features. Usually in his Directory uniform. If he isn't in his uniform, he wears very somber colors, in extremely plain and simple styles - dark brown, navy, green, and burgundy.

Distinguishing Features: His penetrating eyes. Beautiful hands, though scarred and worked.

Occupation: sort of...intermediate political/police official at the Directory

Marital Status: Married, to Alexandra Corday. Widower of Elénore Giroux of Dauphine.

Known Relatives: Gregoire Chauvelin (father); deceased. Felicite Chauvelin (mother); deceased. Liliane Rounet Chauvelin (stepmother); "deceased" Iris Chauvelin LeNeveu (sister). Fleurette Chauvelin Colombe (daughter by Elenore). Gabriel Julien Chauvelin (son by Alexandra). Millions of babies all over France. JUST KIDDING. Son in laws - Amede Colombe, and Rene LeNeveu

Current Residence: Paris, France

Friends: uh.... j/k Louise Trottier; Milon le Breque; Rene and Amede; Richard Brinsley Sheridan; some Americans we may meet later

Enemies: Percy Blakeney (still); Liliane

History: The Chauvelins are of very old money. Grégoire is the personification of the type of man the Third estate despised. Félicie was not. She was a bit submissive, but of good heart. She and Henri were extremely close. He and his father, on the other hand, had very little, if any relationship - and what they did have was not good. Grégoire was a violent man, who had little tolerance for what he considered his son's "unmanly" nature.

As a child, Henri was quiet like his mother. He preferred his scholarly pursuits to riding and sports - though he excelled at both. He preferred being alone, though he had a few close friends. But these friends were from the middle and lower class families he met in town. He enjoyed travels to the city, and the "simple" folk who dwelled there. They had a spirit he enjoyed, and seemed more wholehearted than his father's friends. He often wished he could steal Félicie away and they could live in the city, away from his father. As long as his mother was around, Henri could bear life at the Chauvelin's home, Boisvert Manor, well enough. She kept Grégoire from becoming overly temperamental at their son, if she was around for it.

Henri befriended several middle class boys on his trips to the city, which became more frequent as he became a teenager. In becoming a young man, he was growing less tolerant of the life he was being raised to lead. He was also becoming slightly temperamental, like his father - he despised this trait of course, but he couldn't control it. His arguments with Grégoire were far more frequent - he even found himself losing his temper with Félicie occasionally. Slowly, his political views that would fuel him later in life began to develop, aided by his new friends in the city. Henri found much salvation when he entered the university at age 17. He got to be farther away from home, and was not under the watchful eye of Grégoire. He had time to reflect on what his life would be like if he took the one planned out for him by his mother and father. It would include a position in the First estate (presuming it was ever called again), which he violently hated. He would not be expected to work. He would be expected to attend all of the social functions his parents were expected to attend, and raise his son to be just like his father, and his father's father. By the time he was in the middle of school, he was ready to leave the family forever. However, a couple of things changed his mind when he was 19. First, during a summer break from the university, he fell in love with Élénore Giroux, the sister of one of his best friends, daughter of a mason in Dauphine. He made no attempts to hide his relationship with her from anyone. The people of Dauphine found it enchanting. The Chauvelins and their society found it disgraceful. Élénore's presence kept him sane, however, and kept him in the country.

Later that summer, he arrived home at the manor late one night, to find his mother crying in her robes at the patio. She was hunched over her lap, her legs held together painfully, clutching her knees. Henri could get nothing out of her - she was in fact, frightfully embarrassed to be found the way he found her. He knew his father had gotten extremely violent with her in more ways than one - it would not have been the first time, but it did seem as if it was the first time she had reacted this way. Henri implored her right there to leave with him, but she refused, even got angry at the idea of it. His temper lashed out at her - he told her he was not going to stand by and watch her take the abuse Grégoire handed her, he was tired of trying to help her when she obviously didn't want his help. The very same night he packed up his bags again with the least materials he needed, and brought them to the Girouxs, who took him in with no questions. He and Élénore began plans for their small wedding - and Henri began plans to set up an establishment in the city to pursue law.

He heard word soon after he left the house that his parents were looking for him. He left Dauphine, knowing they'd look there first, and left for Paris. He housed with several other friends, fellow students, of the lower middle class - scraping by on their own earnings to finance their education. But they valued him as a friend, despite his background. Grégoire tracked him down a month later. He found the tiny apartment the students shared, and barged in late whilst Henri played chess with one of the others. Grégoire observed the surroundings, and curtly told his son to return home. Félicie was pregnant, he told his son, and missed him. Henri was slightly wavered by this news, knowing his mother was too old to be having more children, and probably not strong enough either. But he held his ground, afraid of what would happen if he went back. He told Grégoire he was going to marry Élénore, and remain in the city, never to return to Boisvert Manor again. His father was enraged at this news. He hit his son hard, in front of his roommates, and told him plainly that if he wished to spend his life with the other animals of plebian Paris than it was only fitting, that he wasn't, and never was, better than the scum on the bottom of his boots. It was the last time Henri and Grégoire ever saw one another again.

This was not to say that Henri did not return to the house again. Word reached him when his mother went into labor with her child, and he went to the house. His father was not there, having left the task to a midwife. By the time he arrived there, his mother had already had the child, and lay unconscious. She died not long after, as Henri sat by her bedside. He never knew if she'd known he'd been with her during her last hours, and Henri forever regretted that his last words to her had been in the heat of their argument when he'd left the year before.

Élénore and Henri married in a small village right outside Dauphine. The Girouxs attended, and some close friends of the couple, but the ceremony was low-key. Henri and Élénore settled in the village near her parents, and despite the Giroux's doctor's warnings, the couple immediately began to try for children. Élénore miscarried twice. Both times left her very ill and weak. But both she and Henri were so adamant, they tried again. They were successful finally. The pregnancy was extremely difficult for Élénore. She spent much time in bed. Henri was away in the city much because of work. Louise, the young housekeeper who came to the couple from the Giroux's, attended to her during these absences.

Élénore's labor started late morning. Her midwife, a stickler for tradition, had told Henri to go to work as planned, and not to interfere. He had very reluctantly agreed. Partway on the way to Paris, though, memories of his mother's last hours came back, and with a large sense of doom looming over him, he had the driver turn back, and refused to leave his wife's side. Élénore's ordeal was long and painful. Henri held her hand the entire time. But things were bleak. She was losing much blood, and growing weaker and weaker. By the very early hours of the next morning, Fleurette was born. And quickly after, Élénore died. Henri broke down himself, and it took both the midwife and Louise to pull him away from his wife.

Not able to remain with the child who he initially found himself blaming for his wife's death, Chauvelin enlisted to help the American's cause in the war they were fighting against Britian. His time in America was short though, because of some trouble he got into involving the death of a British soldier (off the battlefield). He was sent back to France. And it was a good thing to, for he returned to find a year old daughter who barely knew him.

From then on, Henri became insanely intent on pursuing his work in law. And once he could accept the fact that every time he looked at his daughter he would think of Élénore, he grew to love the little girl more than life itself. Sadly, it was many a time she became secondary to his work - for it was many a time his work was the only thing that kept him sane. He viewed his life in two separate portions. One was in Paris, where he worked as a secretary with a group of lawyers, and the other part was in Dauphine with his daughter. He felt it necessary to keep the two as separate as possible. He didn't let on in the city that he had a family back in the country, and he didn't let on in Dauphine what his work consisted of. Louise knew enough - but she had her own concerns with her daughter Adéle, and couldn't bother with meddling in the way Henri wanted to raise his daughter. As Fleurette grew older, and Paris began to grow restless with talk of revolution, Henri felt it even more necessary to keep his work life apart from his daughter. His shelter of her was so great that the girl grew up not even fully aware of her last name. This was also partly because Henri would not tell her of his own parentage. He had cut all ties with his father (who had quickly remarried after Félicie's death - a pretty young blond highborn woman named Liliane, who was exactly like him, from what Henri heard).

Such was the life of Henri Chauvelin after the death of his wife. In the city, he was a hardworking, fastidious secretary to Paris' most active law firm. In the country, he was a doting father, whose daughter had affectionately termed him "Bibi." He worked with the Committee of Public Safety and rose to Ambassador to England. He was in charge of the publicized hunt for France's elusive enemy The Scarlet Pimpernel. Though he discovered the man's identity, he never caught him, which has bugged him to this day. For that reason and others, his position at the Committee became shaky. That hardly mattered when the Committee was thrown over. He was imprisoned along with his wife. It was Milon Le Breque, who was one in charge of the overthrow, who secured their safety. Chauvelin and Alexandra married after their release.

Personality: Formerly, and still in many ways a very serious man. His family is the only thing that gets his humor out of him, and then he can get ridiculous. Stubborn but fairly loyal. Devious, but has a good heart deep inside. Discovered lately he has a conscience, which is fairly annoying.

Special Skills: EXCELLENT fencer, horseback riding, tennis, all of the things "gentlemen" were trained in. Very good dancer, and, you might be suprised to know, adept at the piano forte.

Quirks: He has a freckle in the shape of Italy on the back of his thigh..... just kidding, though he has many scars but WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT PHYSICAL QUIRKS HERE LIZ. Ahem. He's a great singer but won't sing for anyone except his wife. He loves animals. He hates pickles, but he'll eat just about anything else.