Name: Elodie Adams Nickname(s): Elle, E Age: 25 Pronouns, Gender: She / Her, Bisexual Profession: Assistant Professor in Foreign Language Studies Positive Traits: Witty, Charming, Persevering Negative Traits: Impulsive, Aloof, Ornery Aesthetic: buzzcuts, changing your hair color every month, messy to do lists, heels that could stab a bitch, sharp wit, the glow from your laptop screen at 2am, cursing in different languages, 50 shades of red lipstick, crinkled pajamas, designer (eye)bags, a wall of sticky notes labeled ‘thoughts’
Elodie was born into a loveless marriage in the city of love. Her mother was a “starving artist” as she so fondly called herself all the while drinking expensive champagne in her countryside chateau. Her father was more like her - albeit a more stoic version. He was a professor in America who was completing his dissertation in Paris when he met Manon Michel. After a whirlwind romance, bam! They found themselves with a baby they never asked for. The two decided to get married and raise their child in Paris. After about five years of heated arguments, the Manon Michel and Noah Adams decided to get a divorce.
Growing up, she’d been passed back and forth from country to country. She went to school in France and spent summers in the States. While her parents certainly despised one another, she had an okay relationship with each of them. The only problem was that she had to be two entirely different people with them. Her mom saw her as her little rebel fashionista with a wild streak and her dad saw her as academic well on her way to get “Dr.” stamped on her name.
With her back and forth traveling, she’d been able to pick up more languages than just English and French. Her mother often took her to wherever her beau’s summer estate was and rather than listen to the constant banging happening a few doors down, she busied herself with learning German, Russian, Italian, and whatever else she put her mind on. Her father would also take her to South America so she picked up Spanish and Portguese.
She was beginning to grow tired of her mother’s antics by the time she turned 16 and she wanted out. She decided she’d rather stick it out with boring old dad in New York - at least that city had a lot to offer. She began working whatever odd jobs she could to save up for her ‘independent life’. Sure her father would probably send her money but she’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission (scratch that - she’d rather not bother with either).
She completed her degree in European Studies (with a major in foreign language) a year earlier than expected. This was only because she treated her mind and body like a well-oiled machine that didn’t stop for anyone. At 21, she was studying for her masters in the same field (still living under daddy dearest’s roof) but living her best life. They barely saw each other anyway and she was often sleeping over at her friends’ or her friends’.
She applied for the tenure track at the local university knowing full well that the next few years of her life would be hell but hey, it’s a challenge she’s willing to see through. She was accepted with her stunning credentials (and her dad’s name looming in the background) as the youngest black assistant professor in the faculty. She was well aware of the shit professors in the tenure track went through but oh she was unprepared for this. Her workload seemed to never end and her pay was just enough to pay for her necessities (luckily her trust fund was jacked or else she’d come crawling back to daddy). She was just doing her best to get enough credentials to hopefully get scholarship merits for the doctorate degree.
Headcanons:
Elodie buzzed her head for her undergrad graduation picture to make a statement - and well why not? She dyes it every month or so. It’s currently a platinum blonde (past colors include: pink, neon green, blue, cheeto orange, and several others).
She will fall asleep anywhere - the campus library, a bathroom stall, a starbucks queue, you name it, she’s done it.
Has no time for relationships but will definitely bang it and leave ;) she practically lives on Tinder these days, the app should probably charge her rent.
Will speak what’s on her mind and won’t regret it one bit.
Will totally forget about everything when she’s working (eating, sleeping, showering, replying) and you will literally have to wrestle her away from her laptop to get her to function like an actual human being again.
She reads her tarot cards everyday, will read your fortune too if she has the time! Has a necklace with lapiz lazuli (to inspire confidence and wisdom) and emerald (for professional success and much needed bursts of intellect)gemstones.
Dresses like a baddie when she’s not at work.
