But isn't that the way they say it goes
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real but that's not the way it feels
- Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels) - Jim Croce
Devoted Husband to Mary and Proud Father of Oliver, Eliot Bouchard has always been at his core a family man. He holds himself to strong personal morals and values and was known for being one of the few prosecutors in King County that preferred seeking justice over his own political gain, a holdover from his tenure in his hometown of Hartford, Connecticut. Something not many of his once corrupt coworkers could still claim. And unlike most others in the public eye of his faith, he always leaned towards the lessons of the Bible and not the leanings of the Pope.
Eliot has the reputation of being a compassionate soul unafraid to fight injustice within his field; though rumors circulate that it wasn't simply his distaste towards the flawed institution that caused him to leave his position but some kind of personal family necessity. Regardless, Eliot Bouchard is a gentle albeit occasionally awkward soul in perfect counterbalance to his wife Mary's effortless charm and poise.
It is unknown whether or not Eliot recalls the events of the Apocalypse. During the quarantine and major Masquerade breach at the charity event co-hosted by Cardinal Valdis and Tobias Wren, Eliot and his wife Mary were witness to the toast that infected all those who took part with the Wyrm and the subsequent cleansing of the fire suppression system in the basement boiler room.