#séraphin bouchard

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Une artiste (An artist) by Michèle Cournoyer

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REYNA ( 23 / she|her / MDS qual a nossa timezone?? )

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AIMÉE SÉRAPHINE BOUCHARD is a PERFORMING ARTS student obsessed by CONSPIRACY THEORIES AND GHOST STORIES, that aims to BE A FAMOUS FIGURE SKATING AND OLYMPIC MEDALIST because they are TRYING TO CHANGE HER LIFE AND BECOME RICH. However, due to HAVING TO PAY HER MOTHER’S & HER OWN LIFE DEBT TO HER COUSIN this might take a while to happen.

SHE is trying to remember how long they study at Università di Lugano, but all we know is that they are a FRESHMEN. This SCHOLARSHIP student is 22 years old, was born in NICE, FRANCE, and looks horrifyingly like SYDNEY SWEENEY.

DISCIPLINED and SECRETIVE , but also SELF-CONFIDENT and DETACHED. We’re all complex individuals. I say individuals, because at this rate, I’m not sure that all of us are human anymore.

Don’t be weird, but I just compiled a dossier about them. You can read below, if you want. I just wanted to know if they were secretly a serial killer.

EXTRACURRICULAR: ice skating league, convenience store & campus redditor.

DORMITORY: free, apartment 101 (because it was either having two jobs or living on the dungeons and she wanted time to practice)

Aimée barely remembers her father. All her memories of the man involve him in the hospital, taken over by the disease that eventually took his life. After her fifth birthday, it was just her and her mother against the world. That, too, didn’t last long. In a robbery when wrong, Aimée’s mother died in front of her. After her mother’s tragic death, Aimée was ten when she moved to Stuttgart (Germany) to live with her closest relative: Matthias Goethe was a distant cousin to her father and Aimée barely knew him, only hearing stories about her ‘rich cousin’.

Living with him and his family, Aimée was raised in a huge house, but she was never part of their rich life. From day one, Matthias and Nicole (his wife) made sure to remind Aimée that she didn’t belong there, that they were doing her a favor, giving her a place to sleep and eat but she’d need to pay them back, specially after all the money they’d lent to her mother on those years when it was just the two of them. Like a real life Cinderella, Aimée was less part of the family and more like a maid, always running errands for the Goethes and earning her shelter and meals day by day.

She started officially working when she was fifteen, with a fake id and a smile on her face, ready to start resolving her debt. She started dancing, aiming to grab a scholarship in the future since that was her only chance of actually going to college. From the ballet, she went to figure skating, encouraged by one of the few teachers that knew her everyday struggles in her school.

She learned from a young age that all she wanted, she’d have to earn by her own hands, no matter how much she had to work for that. Aimée is super disciplined, to the point of subduing her own personality to fit her busy schedule. Before graduation, few people knew her for more than ‘the overachiever girl that’s always busy with something else’. Only her closest friends knew the easy smiles when she was dancing without the pressure of practice, the shine in her eyes when she was discussing the existence of aliens and ghosts, the soft screams followed by natural laughs when she got scared with the same horror movies she’d already watched a dozen times. But even those few friends never knew the whole truth about Aimée’s life.

Above all, Aimée is a lonely woman. She’s been alone for so long that she doesn’t even feel lonely anymore. Being by herself is all she ever known, she can’t count on anyone else to help her. The only time she let herself cry for it, for herself, is on her yearly visit to her parents graves, in Paris. She’s not Cinderella waiting for the prince to save her, she’s gonna save herself and make her name great. Greater than the Goethes, greater than everyone that ever doubt her.