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sinofallsins-viva‌:

Perhaps her New Year’s resolution should have been that she would stop inviting problems into her life by getting involved with anyone from the Crane family, especially the ones who were traitors to their own family.  It made things complicated when she was here being confronted by one of them for being here and the eyes locked onto her were usually friendly ones.

What was worse was she understood the need for her concern.  Salem just didn’t care.  She knew the O’Connor presence here wasn’t a secret plan to start a fight with them.  Anything that happened would be because of the Crane’s.  “You look like you’re about to implode, Cin.” she commented lightly, turning her gaze back to the dance floor and ignoring her friend’s concerns with the equivalent of a dismissive wave of her hand.

She had everything under control and she was keeping an eye on things.  “It’s a party and we’re here to have a good time.”  Any weapons currently on her body were strictly because she never went anywhere without them and she wanted to be prepared in case any of the Crane’s recognized her family.  Sin hadn’t brought them to start a fight, although she could finish one.  “Have a drink.  Relax.  You look all pinched in the face.”

Lucinda could feel the palms of her hands sweating slickly as she wiped them onto the white material of her dress. How was it that his heart could race this fast and a large room could feel so small in the blink of an eye. Slicking at her now drying lips she could feel the panic twisting at her stomach, an often feeling of a lurking sensation tugging at her internal organs. 

It confused Lucinda as to how Sin could feel okay with with this situation; if there was one thing Lucinda knew it was that this entire thing was a bad idea. It was like dogs being put in a cage to fight, eventually they would. And from the interactions she’d encountered so far this evening it wouldn’t be long before someone was whimpering off. 

And The Crane’s liked to fight like dogs. 

‘‘I can’t relax when every second of you guys being here has another one of our guys on edge and we all know how that ends up eventually.’‘ Lucinda muttered as she pressed her back against the bar to face the room; this way it would look like she was just observing. They’d been warned about these encounters, but the Crane’s didn’t know about her friendship with Salem. 

They were Cin and Sin; an unstoppable duo. 

‘‘I don’t want something getting out of control tonight because I’m also working another job. If this goes bad --- and I fuck up it ends badly for me.’‘ She whispered as she took a sip of her champagne. ‘’Could you just keep it on the low key, for me, please.’‘

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hedons‌:

HER ANNOYANCE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN OBNOXIOUS TO HIM. Remington Girard had already lived through hell, and reckless as he were? That meant that no ones theatrics could scare him. For a second, he caught himself wondering if she was truly even as dangerous as she liked to pretend. It was always just whispers and words, and a darker part of him wished that it would be followed by some kind of action. A thrill, an adrenaline rush, the chance to see something bleed. Regardless, none of it mattered currently, it wasn’t the time or place. He did laugh though, at the inclination they were prepared.

“Have we now? Well, we were all very much invited.” He rolls broad shoulders as if to illustrate the fact that the field in which he should have grown his fucks to give was absolutely barren. “So I believe that makes any shit show to come of it, entirely your fault.” He points out in a matter of fact tone, rocking on the balls of his feet momentarily, before straightening. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I pinky promise I’ll be extra quiet when I take what I want, so you can all focus on whatever it is you think your prepared for.”

The fury that ran her through her veins was that of a slow course of lava penetrating each part of her that kept her calm and seated at the bar, she was swallowing thickly in fear that if she allowed herself too, Lucinda would explode. Her well kept demeanour this evening was in aid of trying to see how she’d deal with taking her business to the next level.

People had needs such as bodies ending up in body bags. She made it happen. 

But Lucinda took a moment to listen to him, his brooding demeanour nothing more than another thing she’d hopefully have forgotten about by the end of the night when she’d drowned herself in the free bar and sauntered off to her own. She had a room she’d dedicated to herself for herself so that she could drink in peace with whom ever she wanted know matter what was going on in the bar. Le Boudior was her favorite. 

Blackout drunk was her favorite kind. 

‘‘There’s something about you that makes me go a little crazy---’‘ she paused as she grimaced realising how that could have been taken out of context. ‘‘---I mean as in I would love to take my pretty little knife to that sweet skin of yours..’‘ Her voice almost completely changed in an instant, like her blood lust have been revved to life as she let her hazel orbs trail over him. 

A small smirk tugging now at the corner of her lips. 

The anger and need to kill had run through her from such a young age that she didn’t remember life without in, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever been without it. It ran in her family, it had since before her life had began. 

Lucinda wanted to rant that preparation was about expecting the unexpected but she kept her red painted lips clamped shut as she side eyed him with a grimace. Tolerance was really something she was going to have to work on in her self control class, she mentally added. If she was being honest, Lucinda wanted a quiet drama free night. She wasn’t in too much of a mood to spill anyone’s blood unneeded this evening.

But if it called for it, she wouldn’t think twice. 

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craneprincess‌:

There were few in the world that Kat could say she had ever been jealous of, but Lucinda was frequently on a level that she herself couldn’t reach, as proved when the other showed off her dress, an ethereal beauty about her that if they hadn’t been such good friends the youngest Crane might have still been jealous of. A laugh escaped her at the poor excuse for holding to the dress code, it had been vague enough and there were plenty of others in the room not sporting full golden gowns like herself, it was just far more fun to tease her friends, “You flatter me.” She grinned, of course, the compliment from someone she admired holding much higher than that of most other guests who had said anything similar already that evening. Sipping the champagne in her hand, a brow lifted at the teasing comment, making her chuckle once more, eyes flitting around the room in a manner she at least knew the other understood, a hostess was never done with her duties, though small breaks for fun and thee occasional ridiculous game of hide and seek with her security had their place in the night, “Oh yeah, I just shaved some off the gold bars I use as paperweights.” Her smirk grew before she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, “That sounds like a plan, just as soon as I lose tall dark and too damn grumpy to be that handsome for the night? It’s been some time since we had a girls’ night and I’m in need of a serious buzz.” She paused, looking across the room for someone else, the tall dark figure she most definitely did not mind being by her side, “You don’t mind if Jay joins right? Unless he finds fun of his own of course.”

‘‘And flattery never used to be one of my strong suits either.’’ Lucinda voiced as she flipped her brunette descending locks over her tanned shoulder, flashing her pearly whites in the process. It was true she had gotten slightly better at the use of her words, how to hold her tongue when she wanted to say something inappropriate. Lucinda had to admit that she found it hard, the need to barge people insults was something she found pleasure in. 

Call it a flaw, she thought. 

Lucinda held Katerina to a different standard to everyone else that she had met, over time she’d become completely engrossed in her personality, often basing her opinions of her comparison to the brunette before her. She was a one of a kind, someone who Lucinda couldn’t imagine living without Katerina as her friend. 

‘‘We all know you wouldn’t keep it around as a paper weight, your fingers would be itching to do something with something that valuable and pretty.’‘ Lucinda laughed shaking her head, eyes landed upon her friend with a small smirk. When she listened to Kat, she followed her gaze to the dark haired bodyguard that was always by her side

She had to try not too laugh for Lucinda always got why he was that way, because she was like that most of the time; maybe she jut hid it better than the others. She almost laughed at herself, she didn’t hide it well at all. 

‘‘Jay is always welcome along with us.’‘ Lucinda states, as she begins to search around the room for him. The comfort of her own bar was her favorite place to be beside her apartment. she’d struck lucky with owning a bar with the apartment she had above. It was her solitude. 

‘‘Lets hope he finds someone, they’ll do much better than me...I’ve been running dry.’’

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All night Lucinda had been working her very hardest to try and be pleasant too those she’d met, something that found hard on a normal daily basis. Let alone where she had to make small talk with people she couldn’t stand too be around. It’d be better if the likes of her friends weren’t currently unavailable; somewhere around here Isabis was working, at least he’d have made it some what bearable for her. 

But as she turned her head for another scan around the room, they zoned in on someone in particular. In an instance her blood was boiling, she couldn’t believe she had shown her face at the party --- had the Crane’s really invited everyone here? Even the street rats --- sin wasn’t exactly a street rat but her people were.

She should walk away, she kept telling herself. But what use was that?

It took Lucinda seconds to be stood in front of her, face of iron possessed with wild eyes ‘’Did you bring the whole crew with you tonight?’’ She asked quickly kinking her brow at her, practically rolling her eyes when Salem asked her to repeat herself, she took a second to look away before letting gaze fall back on the blonde. ‘’I said---’’ she bit the inside of her tongue to withhold the anger that was already boiling. ‘’’---did you bring the whole crew with you tonight.’’ 

Lucinda said it bluntly, her face matching her tone. What business did they have being here? This war was brewing, they all knew it. But who were going to make the first move? Because if Salem tried anything tonight Lucinda was going to be ready. 

The thing was, Lucinda liked Salem. But her being here put the brunette in an extremely uncomfortable situation. She took a second too look around before stepping closer.

‘‘Salem, you need to leave.’‘

No one could say the Crane’s didn’t know how to put on a good party, not even her.  They would have been out of business a long time ago if they had and the place was packed tight with people.  Salem had already given up on making her way to the center of the dance floor, but she wasn’t standing far from it as she took in the music with a small sway of her hips as she let the bass move her.  A good handful of people had already taken off their masks and had them in hand or discarded.  Not her and the gold mask was still tied securely to her face as she looked over the crowd moving in tandem below.  Boredom could make way for complacency, but not for her.  Her eyes were still sharp and the hairs on the back of her neck immediately started to stand up when she sensed someone coming closer. Salem looked up at them and she could see their mouth moving, but the sound was drowned out by the music.  “Excuse me?” she asked them carefully.  Her voice sounded somewhere between a laugh and a huff of annoyance as she looked up at them, raising her eyebrow as she waited for their answer.

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levireeves‌:

WHERE. The Chandelier Club.

WHEN. 21:45.

WITH. Anyone.

IT WAS TRULY a rare occasion to find Levi anywhere other than at the side of the youngest Crane. If one were attempting to seek out the male, you were sure to find him within a foot of the Crane daughter. It was his job, after all: keeping an eye on the brunette and ensuring her safety at any given moment. Right now, however, the dark-haired man was perched atop one of the few vacant stools dotted alongside the bar. With calloused digits curled around his glass, dark orbs peered into its amber-coloured contents. Propping an elbow against the wooden surface, Levi took a long sip, welcoming the familiar burn that trailed a path down his throat. It was nice, having a quiet drink to himself, all the while keeping his eye on the venue. Seeking solace in the bottom of a glass was far from foreign to Levi and so far, so good. Although, like all good things, they must come to and end. And as a figure slid into the empty seat next to him, he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Lowering his glass whilst holding onto it in a rather precarious manner, Levi cast a sideways glance toward the other. “ If you’ve come over here for idle chit-chat, I’m afraid you’re wasting your time, ” he stated, tone flat and laced with utter indifference. Taking another sip of his whiskey, the male’s attention remained fixed upon surveying his immediate surroundings. 

The evening was growing long as hazel orbs of woodland green peered out into the sea of people weaving their way in and out of each other as they danced. Lucinda was far from being able to strike up much of a conversation this evening.

Lucinda sauntered over in search of a drink. 

Was it possible for a twenty nine year old brunette beauty was going through a mid-life crisis? Where her best friend on a usual night was the burning liquor she chose, an old dusty jukebox shuddering in the corner as it coughed out the likes of The Smiths or Bowie were the only voices that she longed to hear, and the late nights sat on the fire escape of her apartment wondering if that was as good as it got? Lucinda spent the time where she wasn’t painting the town red drinking in holes or working her own luxurious bar, in fact, Lucinda had achieved a lot but in the same breath she felt like she wasn’t really living.

It was only mere seconds before she was sliding onto the stool of the only place she’d be for the rest of the evening, crossing smooth legs over on another and pushing the descending locks from her shoulder. As the drink arrived in front of her she offered a weak smile as perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around the cool glass and brought it to meet her red painted lips. The voice sliced through her thought pattern as she turned her gaze to the dark haired man. 

‘‘Leave the chit chat for another night, I’m here to drink.’‘ Lucinda said with a sour tone on her tongue, although not giving a second thought before the shot that was produced was down the back of her throat in one swift scoop. Lucinda took a second to take another look at Levi suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. Lucinda pushed up from her chair so she was leaning over the counter and smiled at one of the members of staff. ‘‘I think our friend needs one of those, on me.’‘ She whispered politely to the bar maid, before sitting back in her chair and turning her back to him as she began to watch the room herself.

She was searching for someone who she knew would never show. 

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hedons‌:

LUCINDA WAS NO FOOL. That was absolutely correct, and Remington was very much aware of this. That, however, did not mean that he was obligated to entertain her shitty attitude. Thankfully enough, it amuses him now, much like it usually does. She’s venomous, sure, but she tries very hard to portray that, and he can see the artistic irony in her craft underneath it all. A fresh grin crawls onto his features, settling comfortably there, as he mulls over the words she’s offered him. “I would prefer you didn’t discuss my hole in public like this, Luci.” He settles on the obvious sarcasm, dripping from the discussion, and entirely too sweet to mean anything real.

He pauses after that, allowing his humor to linger in the tension between them before catered yet poignant laughter leaves his lips. It seems a little too late, but he would rather choke on it than offer her an apology. “I would assume you need about five more glasses of champagne to become even remotely tolerable, would you like me to fetch you some? That’s what friends are for.” The implication that they are friends is laughable, and he doesn’t bother to hide the way his voice gives that away, the smugness of his smirk hiding behind stubble.

‘‘Don’t ever call me Luci again.’‘ It was a stand offish comment, pulling her out of her usual nature and instead of her usual demeanour it now rang with pure hatred wihich passed within moments as she pretended she’d never said anything and let her eyes dance around the room. 

It was not something she liked to discuss. 

They were always like this, the snide banter, the need to be better than the other. Those who knew them could tell that each word was laced with a sarcastic poison that seemed to seep and get worse with time. Sometimes, like tonight, she wished it was sharp and quick instead of the painful murdering of her being. But she’d have to put up with it.

She was sure that she was being punished; she deserved it either way.

‘‘I wouldn’t have you fetch my drink even if I was dying---’‘ she paused as she drained the remains of her glass. ‘‘You’d probably put something in it to get the job done quicker.’‘ Lucinda practically growled as she put the glass on the side and eyed him for a moment longer but they rolled. She’d been forced too come to this event, part of the families need to constantly be seen in the spot light; Lucinda preferred to lurk in the shadows. 

Was there not another place he could skulk? Another second passed as she snapped her vision towards him. ‘’Have you not got somewhere better be? Like far far away from here? Away from me?’’ Lucinda reeled her questions off not giving him a second to respond as she grabbed another champagne as it passed by. 

‘‘I mean we all know you have all shown up to cause yet again another shit show.’‘ Lucinda now took a step closer to him, the smile pulling at her lips obviously fake as she pretend to brush something from his shoulder. ‘‘But we aren’t stupid. We are prepared.’‘

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craneprincess‌:

They didn’t do things by halves, that was for sure, the room was quite literally glittering and all Katerina could do was smirk. A well-planned party was her forte after all, but this was more than just another one of her events, it was the marking of a whole new era of the Crane family, one that she was sure wouldn’t be easily forgotten. Her delicate fingers were wrapped around a champagne glass, sipping from it occasionally as she made the rounds in greeting people, before finally making her way back to the bar where she now stood beside Lucinda, there was no mistaking the voice of the woman. “What I’d give to have them perform at one of my parties.” She replied with a grin, leaning in and kissing the others cheek, well the air near it anyway, “Only you could get away with completely going against my dress code, darling, only you.”

The music was enthralling, something that complete entangled her in her own mind, so much so that she hadn’t even looked to see whom she was conversing with. But at this point she really didn’t care because the champagne tasted fantastic, the music was filling up her every fibre and

Upon hearing Katerina’s voice she couldn’t help the thousand watt smile that followed as she turned to take her in. Katerina was something else, a woman that Lucinda actually admired as she pulled at her dress to reveal the wealth of white fabric that adorned her body like a greek goddess. Lucinda was never one for sticking too what others told her too do. It was why she was so good at her job, she listened to herself and no one else, made judgements of her head and not her heart (most of the time.)

The dress code just really wasn’t her thing --- at least she’d chosen a gold mask and accessories right. She lifted up her finger to object, but was already laughing when she did so. ‘’I came some what prepared.’’ Lucinda stated with a pout. Although the effort was mininal she at least made one, she looked around the room to try and defend herself some more but was greeted with heard’s of people in gold.

Sheep, she mentally scolded. 

'’Well---’’ she changed the subject from herself, now Lucinda turned her full attention to Katerina, eyes wandering over her out fit and then back to her eyes ‘‘And you my darlin’ look like pure gold.’‘ Lucinda rose her glass towards her before bringing it straight back to her lips to finish it off and place it on the side. Her hazel eyes were instantly searching the room to find another; it was the only way she managed to get through functions without wanting to murder at least one or two of the guests for being rude or ignorant assholes. 

‘‘Let me guess, with your fortune you didn’t use gold bronzer but actual flecks of gold on your face?’‘ Lucinda teased but it wasn’t something that would have shocked her if she had. The Crane’s had money and Lucinda was grateful because they payed her a nice wage. ‘‘I know this party is supposed to go on all night, but if you get bored I can always open my bar for just us so we can get some shooters and girl talk in after it’s winding down.’’ She offered. 

It was a rarity they all had time off together. 

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zldarahl‌:

The thing is, Zelda would surely recognize that voice almost instantly so the mask did little to hide the woman’s true identity. Brown eyes take in the other once and then twice, slower than first. “Looks like you and I had the same idea.” Gold may have been the dress code and the two of them seemed to take that as a light suggestion when it came to their color palette for the night. “I would say you could see them in the afterlife,” they started with a hum. “But something tells me you and I won’t be going to the same place.” If there was such a thing as an afterlife, that is. Zelda truly believed in nothing, but that maybe was a conversation for another night. 

The music took her over again as she let her body sway to the tune, sipping at the expensive champagne that was exploding her taste buds. But then it was cut through as a small smile tugged at the corner of her red painted pillow like lips. Lucinda heard the voice before she saw the person attached too it but she knew who it was straight away. How could she even mistake that for anyone else? It was like silk that brushed across her body as she turned to let her woodland hazel orbs settle upon Zelda. She kinked a brow in her direction as a welcome. 

Lucinda was never that great with words. 

‘‘Me and the devil have been friends for years, I’m pretty certain I have a chair waiting as his right hand woman the second I step into the fiery pit of hell.’‘ Lucinda explained using her hands to do so, following with a chuckle, shrugging her tan shoulders. She’d often thought about the world of heaven and hell; but it was a topic she liked to tread around lightly, simply on the basis that if she got to heaven she’d probably be bored as fuck. 

And a bored Lucinda meant terror for everyone else, she’d surely be kicked out.

So hell would be her home, and she’d come to terms with that. Lucinda guessed it’d be a hell of a lot more fun down there and than up in the clouds in dream world. ‘’Where do you think you’d end up in hell? With Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural?’’ Lucinda joked as she giggled into her glass, taking another sip of champagne. Did she need a top up already? Maybe she should slow down, she reminded herself as she flashed her pearly whites. 

‘‘If you go to heaven, I’m breaking your ass out.’‘

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hedons‌:

THERE WAS NO GREATER OPPORTUNITY THAN WHEN YOUR ENEMY OPENED THEIR DOORS WILLINGLY. Remington knew this without even having to be reminded, and when the calendar event woke him up this morning, his expression hadn’t changed. It was still a smug readiness, a sort of amusement at the sheer stupidity to invite the wolves in, but he wasn’t one to turn down easy - be it prey or praise. Surely, there would be something he could make a reward out of, whether it be for his own organization or a more selfish profit. 

The suit he wore hugged his frame, indulging in a tailor that would have charged more than most people paid for their mortgage, fine turning a skill that made him look like he was at home amongst Tobias’ decidedly extra dress code. The mask he’d picked left him free to allow bottom lip to roll into top row of teeth, another suggestion in the gesture itself before he turned toward the sound of a voice that seemed painfully familiar. Even if it wasn’t, he would gladly take the chance at a cliche introduction. “Well, well, well…”  As if he knew who was hiding underneath the mask to his right, accent purposely clinging a little closer, a little thicker to words. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

The party was filled with magnificent colors of gold and Aurum lay speckled in front of her view as hundreds flocked in to take the scene in with awe. Lucinda had taken a moment upon entry to let it all sink in; she was left the exact same as those who’d never even been here before. Upon delving further into the room, a waiter walked by offering her a flute of champagne which her perfectly manicured fingers took with ease.

Champagne was her favorite. 

The place was heaving and it should be, after the buzz it’d had on the street over the last week or so. Lucinda let her woodland hazel eyes sweep over the guests, taking them in and every now and then switching to her exits to make sure they were visible. When the Crane’s threw a party she always wanted to make sure there was room to leave should something happen. Or better yet, be able to hide. She tugged at her white dress wondering if this would hold should she need to run --- she mentally scolded herself for not picking something better to wear. But as she watched certain notary figures begin to enter she positioned herself better. 

Lucinda Kingsman was no fool. 

But when she heard the voice her body stiffened for a moment; they hadn’t given her long to prepare had they? Were they going to keep coming in pairs and wreck her evening? Most likely. Gruffly she reaches up and pushes the ever flowing locks of hair over her shoulder, circling her head until her neck cracked. How long would she have to deal with people she didn’t want too  this evening? Turning on her expensive heel Lucinda came to a dead stop in front of him. Holy fuck, tonight was just going to get worse and worse wasn’t it? She noticed the entrance of Eddie Crane from the main door as she directed her gaze back to the man at hand. 

The distaste was evident on her tongue as she pulled the champagne flute from her red painted lips. Lucinda had to fight back the urge to groan even louder, pushing to a small whisper as she bit the side of her tongue. 

‘‘What a surprise.’‘ She drawled with little to no enthusiasm behind her words. She took a second to let her hazel orbs peak through the thick of her lash, she knew if she rolled her eyes it’d probably start something before the party had even began so she simply wavered it off; it was not one of her strong suits. ‘’I’m guessing you’re coming here to create some painstaking remark and then saunter off to your hole?’’ Lucinda questions. 

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— The music was wafting through the room, slow jazz causing her to sway only slightly from the bar. Hip thrown against the oak wood as eyes of diamond blue cast along the live band. Jazz was one of her favourites, right now the sound of Benny Carter could be heard — so effortless and real. Lucinda on the other hand looked like she’d been hand painted from the 20′s herself as the white dress fell perfectly on her curves, the diamond earrings dangling to create a perfect finishing touch; even her silk elbow length gloves would go unnoticed amongst the smile on her face. How long had it been since she’d smiled like this?

It must have been a long time because the muscles in her face were beginning to ache. Picking up the macallahan 55 from the bar she takes a sip, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Without even thinking she spoke.

‘‘They just don’t make music like this anymore.’‘ Lucinda says without really knowing whom she was speaking with but the buzz of the alcohol meant that she really didn’t care all that much. ‘‘What I’d give to have seen Benny Carter or Ella Fitzgerald live.’‘ She hums giving a small nod at the words that had departed her lips.

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LUCINDA KINGSMAN - THE WOMAN IN WHITE.

‘’my accessories are gold, does that not count darlin’ ?’‘

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𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

→ IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Lucinda Kingsman

Nicknames: Luc, Carver, Ghost, Snipe, Cin & Kingie 

Character Age: Twenty Nine

Gender: Female.

Occupation: Bar Owner & Assassin

Location: Las Vegas, Nevada.

Affiliation: The Cranes

Trigger warnings below: Serial killer, assassination, body mutilation, murder, violence, arranged marriage, parental death,

+ Intelligent, Precocious, Logical & Adaptable 

- Snarky, Emotionally-Void, Untrustworthy & Sly

→ BIOGRAPHY

Lucinda Kingsman was that of a princess. Known to those around her as the woman who got everything she wanted but still sat upon her throne made by her late father. Born into a family that was what others would distinguish as one of the deadliest that ran through her hometown; Hudson, New Jersey.

Lucinda from the get go in her life was a woman who was very much the child that every mother hoped their child would not befriend. Known for being a brat who was spoilt and always got her own way never sat right with those around her. But of course with the name that her family had made for themselves meant that they let them run a riot without ever really disciplining the child. No one could pin anything on the family but those around knew that the business they were in was no where near legal. But the cops were in their pockets making their lives easier.

As a small child Lucinda had a love for carved wooden objects such as animals, people, dolls houses and anything that she could use around her room or the masses of land that the Kingsman family owned. So much so that her family allowed her to start attending classes within their household where she learnt how to make them herself; a possible new side business from their own child if they harnessed it correctly.

Throughout the years as she slowly grew from a child into a young woman and the family saw a change that they loved. She was a true Kingsman, loyal and family orientated. So much so that eventually she started working for her parents; it was the inevitable and she had longed for the day that she’d make her family proud by bringing in business and money for them. It was in her to be part of their lifestyle; she’d always wanted it. A true serial killer’s daughter, made of crooked money and dodgy deals.

Loyalty ran so deep through her that it would possibly bring her early demise; she would happily die for anyone within her family. But outside of that she held no allegiance to anyone, she did not believe in the need for human companionship outside of her circle.

It would be no shock to those who knew her well enough to know that there was something dark that ran through the petite dark haired girl. A narcissist with little to no emotion towards other people that came into her life. She saw people as dispensable and for her own personal use until she could dispose of them.

Blood lust also ran strong through her from the small age of fifteen; her favourite weapon a knife. Carving wood had gone and turned into the soft skin of people. The love to watch them squirm, the screams and begs to be set free. It was like she’d gotten a taste of evil and took as much of it as she could and created a monster; herself. People knew there was something off about the way she was with people. She began to delve deeper as she would kill people for fun, torture with just a knife changed, she would find ways to watch people die; even so much so delving into places like the dark web to cure her desires.

Some simply put it down the fact that she was spoilt and her family had done so in a way that meant she didn’t act normal, it was like she thought she could walk on water. But that was not it; there was a need to kill that scared some people around her that knew of her murderous tendencies.

Aged Nineteen was when the family broke the news to her; they had arranged for her to date a man of the families choice; they wanted her to do this so they could land a good deal for the business in trading; assassination. It was like someone had told her they were taking a child’s play things away, a full blown tantrum was thrown by Lucinda as realisation hit her that she was simply a business deal. Although treated to everything she wanted through life, there were things even she had to do that she hated more than anything. So she agreed.  

When agreeing Lucinda has felt a little out of sorts; having to spend time with someone she could really care less about and she is pretty sure they don’t even like her either. It was family business after all; he was in the same boat. Family dinners were awkward but she had one person in her life that made everything better. His name was Jameson and although she never romantically liked him, she did grow to like him as a person. 

It was a shame she didn’t have more time to get to know him. 

But that didn’t prepare her for the murder of her parents. A job gone grown tore her world apart in seconds, and if Lucinda knew anything it was that if she didn’t get out of here she’d be the lose end they were tying up. So she ran. And she kept running until she set foot in one of the best places she could ever have imagined to re-start her life.

Las Vegas, Nevada.

It was here that she met Tobias and Salem and maybe, just maybe her life was going to get better than it had been before. Maybe, by working for these they’d offer her security and show her exactly what she could have more than what she didn’t have.

It was that moment that Lucinda became a Crane. 

→ PERSONALITY SUMMARY

Throughout the years Lucinda has maintained her sassiness, insensitivity, independence, pride, selfishness, and sense of self-preservation. Lucinda was an extraordinarily beautiful and seductive young woman: she had an oval face with fine bone structure, a wealth of brown curly hair, and almond-shaped, deep woodland hazel eyes with thick dark lash

Lucinda is someone who rarely manages to find people she likes unless its for her own personal gain. With little to no qualities except for her vast intelligence and ability to become a chameleon in her surroundings, she was the perfect imitator. With a mind like silver she remembers pretty much everything she hears or sees, and uses it to aid her with her jobs. But there are a few people she does consider to be worthy. Lucinda is someone however who does dream of more for her life, there are times she wishes; but they’re fleeting.

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N A M E  ✵ LUCINDA KINGSMAN

A G E  ✵ Twenty Nine 

O C C U P A T I O N  ✵ ASSASSIN  / BAR OWNER

A L L I A N C E  ✵ The Cranes

Trigger warning: murder, violence, death, surgical

Lucinda Kingsman was a sole entity; she worked as if she was nothing but a ghost. In and out. never too be seen. She’d grown up in a household of murder; her parents both in the business; she should have found a way out, towards a better life but she never did. Instead she followed their foot steps, mastering it better than they ever could. They called her the carver, for her intricate details to everything she did. The world knew of her, but no one knew who she was. Nothing but a mystery. When her parents died after their own run in with the wrong cloud, Lucinda took off, movement was key to survival. 

Once reaching Las Vegas after seven years of travel, she met Tobias and Salem and it all came together rather nicely. They honed her skills because they were much like her. And before she knew it, she was living a lifestyle she never thought possible and she lived for it; the liquor, the diamonds and the fancy champagne. All she had to do was answer the phone every time it rang, and if needed, dispose of who was needed to be disposed of. Simple.

P E R S O N A L I T Y  ✵

Lucinda is someone who rarely manages to find people she likes unless its for her own personal gain. With little to no qualities except for her vast intelligence and ability to become a chameleon in her surroundings, she was the perfect imitator. With a mind like silver she remembers pretty much everything she hears or sees, and uses it to aid her with her jobs. But there are a few people she does consider to be worthy. Lucinda is someone however who does dream of more for her life, there are times she wishes; but they’re fleeting.

+ Intelligent, Precocious, Logical & Adaptable 

- Snarky, Emotionally-Void, Untrustworthy & Sly

C O N N E C T I O N S  ✵

ISABIS BAHATI - (friends) Lucinda can often be found tucked away in a corner gossiping away with Isabis. It was an unlikely friendship that blossomed almost instantly, their love for refined alcohol and classical music drove them to a wonderful friendship. Isabis knew what she did but he still believed god could redeem her. 

SAMUEL FREEMAN - (protector) It was an accident on a job they’d both been working on. They should have checked the back door and before she knew it there was a bullet in her shoulder. For a moment she really thought she was going to die. But there was Sam, he stayed with her until their private medics arrived and never left. Ever since that night they’ve been a force to be reckoned with; always wanting to be teamed together. He has to protect her, and she him. Best friends and protectors. 

IRIS ALFONSO - (acquaintance) Iris and Lucinda met when Lucinda was brought in for questioning. Tobias hired Iris knowing she was the best of the best Las Vegas had to offer and from that moment they bonded. Now when ever a lawyer is needed, Lucinda calls Iris, but is Iris starting to become suspicious of her client? 

LUCINDA KINGSMEN (PHOEBE TONKIN - NON-NEGOTIABLE)  is CLOSED and played by (REGAL/HER/SHE)

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