Adrien Baillon, sometimes known as Notre-Dame des Fleurs, is loosely based off the Jean Genet novel of that name. He is a rentboy who had the only-on-the-Sueniverse luck to succeed in sneaking into Veidt Industries for Adrian Veidt's ward Micaela's 18th birthday party, where he was hit on by said smartest man on the planet and whisked away to a bedroom where Bubastis watched Megan and I slash them. It was glorious.
Adrien's PB is Jeremy Dufour. He wears more than underwear in most of his pictures, but I doubt you care.
Background
Adrien is hardly the most-issue-ridden prostitute on the Sueniverse, but the fact remains that no prostitute on the Suenverse dousn't have issues. I mean, does that even happen in nature?
Adrien's mother, Lucy Baillon, was 14 when he was conceived, and being a wretchedly naive lower-middle-class Catholic girl, she was immediately thrown out by her parents. A string of boyfriends ended up being the male presence in young Adrien's life. I would I could say none of them were abusive, the one she had when he was 12 in particular, but unfortunately that just wouldn't be true. Or melodramatic. She got a new, better boyfriend a year later, and they married, and that was the end of that problem. Being neglected was a lot better than being paid special attention.
When Adrien was 14, attending college at a small Catholic school, he got a crush on a young priest who had just begun teaching classical history there. Some shy requests for after-school tutoring on Adrien's part were all that was necessary to pave the way for a relationship, which at first rekindled the naturally-bright young man's interest in school. By the following year, however, his elation had turned into dread and natural, painful discomfort with the uneven affair. Unable to keep up, he got out of school as soon as he can, when he turned 16.
Living on the streets being much harder than he could have ever imagined, he understood finally how his mother could put up with such a lot of human garbage. He got used to being garbage himself, even committing pre-meditated murder for the petty reason of getting money. The guilt generated by that act shocked and shamed him into milder things, like simple theft and prostitution. Unlike hanging with cold criminals, there was something almost sweet and decent about the transvestites and queens he took to, who christened him "Notre-Dame des Fleurs". One of his numerous lovers (although one of his few friends), a pimp called Darling, took him to the famousest of the rue Pigalle queens, a sweetheart named Divine, and he lived with them for a while until Divine, playing match-maker, introduced him to Roger Marchetti.
Adrien fell wholly and totally in love with Marchetti, a handsome blond Corsican who knew Greco-Roman wrestling, was quite a bit older than the boy, and happened to be head of a huge coke trade.