Xandrya

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Katherine

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The not quite grief-stricken youngest Blackstone child arrived at the manor much later than anticipated, though not by choice. Her hand, wrapped within Samuel's, was given a slight squeeze of reassurance as the gate opened. Her face was nearly expressionless, the effect of the news having mostly worn off by that point. The driver, someone their mother had sent despite Katherine's insistence she did otherwise, briefly looked back at them through the rear view mirror.

"Forgive me for intruding, Ms. Blackstone, but if I may be blunt, Mrs. Blackstone wasn't expecting additional visitors."

Her body instantly tensed, and her eyes met the man's. That was polite, Blackstone speak for Samuel not being welcomed in this particular family affair. Samuel sensed what was about to be unleashed and he intervened before a less-than-ladylike string of words could pour out of Katherine's mouth.

"That's all right, darling-"

"No, Samuel, you can't afford the time off as it is!" She turned to him with a hushed, but contempt-filled tone. They both knew her frustration was directed at her mother, and so he wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him as he kissed the side of her head. It worked, Katherine breathed a sigh of relief. He was beyond understanding, and that's what she loved about him. She relished the moment for a little while longer, his warm embrace engulfing her in the love that she's only come to know from him, not her parents. And certainly not her father. "Alright," she whispered, "I'll handle business here and then I'll get back to you. I love you."

The vehicle pulled up just as they kissed goodbye. Not being in any mood whatsoever to be entertained, she opened the door before the driver was able to do so. Katherine left him to fetch her bag from the trunk as she turned, her body leaning against the frame of the opened door. "Don't miss me too much," she added with a smile, a real smile at that.

"I'll try not to." Samuel smiled back.

Katherine decided to break his gaze and get the circus over with. She walked away from the vehicle, the cold breeze practically chilling her bones. She could never keep warm, no matter the layers she threw on. And now, she was even more annoyed she had to make her way to the Pool House as the text from before had instructed. She stared at the yellow tape as she walked by, the entire scene giving off the vibe she was in a movie, a movie Katherine had no interest in, but was left with no choice.

Eventually, the Pool House came into view, and then the four people inside. Katherine subconsciously slowed her pace before the inevitable, but a moment later she made her way inside.

"Apologies for being late," was her one and only form of greeting for her mother and her siblings, not that she meant it in the least bit.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

█ Anna Svensson

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█ ███ ██ █ S U M M A R Y █ ██ ███ █ ANNA KARINA SVENSSON AGE Twenty-one GENDER Female ETHNICITY/RACE Swedish MARTIAL STATUS Single SEXUALITY Heterosexual ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Born into the Swedish royal family, Anna was raised in wealth and luxury. But fortune came at a price, and from a very young age, her life was structured to meet the demands of her position as Princess. Meet-and-greets, photoshoots, trips to some unfriendly corners of the world, though the latter was reserved for when she was older and allowed to make certain decisions on her own. Given her everyday life was meticulously planned well in advance, Anna learned to be creative to find time for herself. During her teenage years, she managed to evade Swedish Security Personnel consisting of two guards assigned to her detail while in attendance at a concert. People from all walks of life were present, including people who had planned a kidnapping for that evening. Anna was on her way backstage when she was swiftly pulled through a slightly opened door. Dimmed lights, drunk crowds, and the loud music blaring through giant speakers made the incident go unnoticed. She was injected with a strong sedative and was hauled away from the concert venue just as quickly, her unconscious state blamed on one too many drinks. Event staff was lax and her hair covered most of her face, thus no one recognized the young princess being taken into the night. What followed was a week of torment for both her and her family. Negotiations, proposed deadlines for a reward...the works. A deal was eventually made, and her kidnappers traded her for a ridiculous amount of money. They thought they were getting away with the heinous crime, but they were simply under surveillance to see whether additional people were involved. Multiple apprehensions were made the following day, including one of her guards from that night. The news came and went, and he world returned to normal, or so they thought. Anna suffered from PTSD and had seen multiple therapists, but none has managed to get her to cooperate. She has outbursts, behaves recklessly, and has very little regard for her safety and well-being. As such, she stepped away from her role indefinitely, at least until she graduates from college. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Anna considers herself a philanthropist. She's attended various events for charity and occasionally volunteers her time. She's also set to start an internship the first Monday of January in a prestigious law firm in Manhattan. Additionally, it was previously communicated that she return to her role as Princess on or before her 23rd birthday, though the idea is not the least bit appealing to her, and for the moment being she's trying to enjoy her life as much as possible. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	Stromm Anna's lead guard and longtime family friend. Stromm has been working for the Svensson's in one capacity or another for nearly two decades. His outrageous size made him the perfect candidate to serve on protection, and he doesn't take the job lightly, especially now. Though he's very close friends with Anna's father, she keeps her relationship with him mostly professional.	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	Dahlquist Unlike Stromm, Anna considers Dahlquist a close friend and a mentor. They go back quite a few years, though he was on leave for two weeks on the night of her kidnapping. Despite her telling him he isn't to blame in the least bit, Dahlquist hasn't fully forgiven himself. Both guards reside in the apartment adjacent to hers and they have her phone location pinged on their devices.
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Katherine

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The phone lying on the nightstand buzzed to life, setting a warm, faint glow in an otherwise pitch-black room as the screen illuminated with an unknown number. It buzzed again, and again. Each time, it was invasively loud, louder than it had any business being. Katherine stirred within the white comforter shared with her boyfriend, Samuel.

“Hmm.”

The phone continued buzzing, making the girl sigh in defeat. She reached out for the device, her hand first making contact with the nightstand before she found the phone. It buzzed in her hand, and Katherine tapped the screen to answer without so much looking at it. She brought it to her ear, her face still half-buried into the pillow. “Hello?”

On the other end, a man introduced himself as Detective Russell. Katherine listened, and what he said next made her sit straight up in record speed.

“Are you sure about that?”

Her heart began to race, her free hand clutching the comforter that was now on her lap. She didn’t keep her voice low, not even considering Samuel who’d just finished a shift at the local hospital. He was doing his residency, and he must have gotten home maybe not even an hour ago while she slept. The man continued speaking, but it didn’t register with her. Katherine had an insane amount of thoughts running through her head all at once, and they didn’t stop when the call was ended, her phone remaining against her ear for a few more moments before she placed it down beside her.

“Sam.” She shook his shoulder slightly, figuring he’d been broken out of his deep sleep by then. But he didn’t so much as make a peep. “Sam! Sam, wake up Goddammit!” This time she shook him hard, much harder than she wanted to. In response, he woke up startled.

"Wh—what’s going on?" He was barely there, but he was alert.

“Sam, it’s my father, he’s been found dead.”

”What?!" Samuel sat up beside her, the comforter now covering only their legs. ”What happened?"

“He wouldn’t say...” Katherine shook her head slightly, her gaze straight ahead even though she couldn’t make out the finer details of the wall decor across from them thanks to the blackout curtains draped over the floor-to-ceiling window. She didn’t say anything else, not even when Samuel got out of bed and pulled her with him as he went, part of the comforter falling to the floor. With one hand on her shoulder and another one wrapped around her waist, Samuel swiftly led her to their walk-in closet which resembled a small room. Without so much as a warning, he switched on the lights in the closet and Katherine squinted hard. ”Sorry love, but we’ve got to go," he whispered, leaving her standing cold and alone in the middle of the closet as he went to fetch some clothes for the both of them. He moved with a purpose, going from one side to the other as their clothes were organized opposite of each other.

Eventually, what nearly felt like an eternity, he returned to her side. ”Here, put these on."

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✧ Katherine Grace ✧

✧ “I got my own back.” ✧

✧ Youngest Sibling ✧

✧ Personality ✧

Personality Details

Friendly when she needs to be, unless she genuinely enjoys someone's presence which is rare. No one has gotten her to drop her guard just yet, not even her current boyfriend, Samuel. But he doesn't know that. In fact, no one knows. Her genuine self is only alive when she's alone in her home, the type of person who is vulnerable and has emotions far greater than any family, friend, or acquaintance has witnessed, and it's all thanks to her upbringing. But she does put on a hell of a face when she steps outside of those walls. The monthly contributions to charity are made using a different name, partly because she doesn't want to be spammed with newsletters and donations requests, and also to avoid ending up in some shitty online article.

At work, she's just as fierce, though justly and without discrimination. It is how she has maintained her business thriving. Her employees, for a lack of better words, have learned to behave a certain way whenever she's around. Katherine has obviously noticed, and she takes pride in the fact that at least they are wise enough to realize there isn't any slacking.

Her personality is only patient enough for two friends, a couple of women who compliment her persona and whom she suspects also have plenty more hiding beyond the surface.

✧ Relationship with their father Anthony Blackstone ✧

Relationship with Father

Their relationship wasn’t the best, but it was cordial. She would call him for his birthday, father’s day, and Christmas. They saw each other here and there, but she never went out of her way to go see him simply because she missed him. Growing up, Katherine resented Anthony for prioritizing work over her and her siblings. Whether that was his intention or not, she didn’t care. She wanted a deeper connection with him, a bond that was truly what a daughter/father relationship should have looked like. Instead, she was stuck with the superficial facade, which ended up pushing her further and further away as time went on. Eventually she stopped caring, which most have been obvious to her mother and siblings despite them not mentioning anything. Katherine never bothered to speak up on the times he would forget to call her on her birthday, keeping that resentment inside as her pride forbade her to seek any additional acknowledgment from him.

✧ Profession ✧

Profession Details

CEO of The Blackstone Group, a security firm built by her and mostly funded by her father.

✧ Relationship Status ✧
Taken.

✧ Faceclaim ✧

Emilia Clarke

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✧ Katherine Grace ✧

✧ “I got my own back.” ✧

✧ Youngest Sibling ✧

✧ Personality ✧

Personality Details

Friendly when she needs to be, unless she genuinely enjoys someone's presence which is rare. No one has gotten her to drop her guard just yet, not even her current boyfriend, Samuel. But he doesn't know that. In fact, no one knows. Her genuine self is only alive when she's alone in her home, the type of person who is vulnerable and has emotions far greater than any family, friend, or acquaintance has witnessed, and it's all thanks to her upbringing. But she does put on a hell of a face when she steps outside of those walls. The monthly contributions to charity are made using a different name, partly because she doesn't want to be spammed with newsletters and donations requests, and also to avoid ending up in some shitty online article.

At work, she's just as fierce, though justly and without discrimination. It is how she has maintained her business thriving. Her employees, for a lack of better words, have learned to behave a certain way whenever she's around. Katherine has obviously noticed, and she takes pride in the fact that at least they are wise enough to realize there isn't any slacking.

Her personality is only patient enough for two friends, a couple of women who compliment her persona and whom she suspects also have plenty more hiding beyond the surface.

✧ Relationship with their father Anthony Blackstone ✧

Relationship with Father

Their relationship wasn’t the best, but it was cordial. She would call him for his birthday, father’s day, and Christmas. They saw each other here and there, but she never went out of her way to go see him simply because she missed him. Growing up, Katherine resented Anthony for prioritizing work over her and her siblings. Whether that was his intention or not, she didn’t care. She wanted a deeper connection with him, a bond that was truly what a daughter/father relationship should have looked like. Instead, she was stuck with the superficial facade, which ended up pushing her further and further away as time went on. Eventually she stopped caring, which most have been obvious to her mother and siblings despite them not mentioning anything. Katherine never bothered to speak up on the times he would forget to call her on her birthday, keeping that resentment inside as her pride forbade her to seek any additional acknowledgment from him.

✧ Profession ✧

Profession Details

CEO of The Blackstone Group, a security firm built by her and mostly funded by her father.

✧ Relationship Status ✧
Taken.

✧ Faceclaim ✧

Emilia Clarke

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First time posting here again after a few years.

My one and only encounter with what I believe was a supernatural entity, or my only supernatural experience was back when I was stationed in the Guantanamo naval base. Working the night shift on patrol and we decided to go exploring the underground bunkers. We reached a room right on a "T" intersection and the three of us heard something like a sigh or maybe a gasp seemingly right in front of us. We. Booked. It. We were military police so we had our duty belts but I don't think me nor the other two guys could have sprinted any faster. The room itself had a super old bunk bed and maybe a chair. The lights are always on in those tunnels, so we knew for sure no one was there but us.

Once I got back to the barracks after that shift was over at 6 am, I couldn't sleep for a few hours.

WW3 Aftermath: A Tale of Survival.

The moment she reached the last step, an oddly calm voice broke the silence, signaling she wasn't alone. Rosealyn instinctively tightened the grip on the strap of her backpack. This is it... she thought, This is how I die. The man went on, explaining his noninvolvement with the massacre that'd just occurred. And so she listened.

Elias. She had his name, although it wouldn't do her any good other than knowing what to call him. But he did make sense. No one else had barged in behind him, and the way he spoke didn't make him sound like a savage. Rosealyn was quiet for a moment, then slowly put her arms out to her sides at about mid-level, expecting him to have a gun trained on her. People like him, the cautious type, often did.

She turned slowly, step by step, until they were facing one another. "Pleasure to meet you, Elias, I'm Rosealyn." Her arms dropped on either side accompanied by a quiet sigh of relief. If he wanted her dead, he would have achieved that by now. But it did leave her with some questions.

"Is this your place?" Rosealyn looked around for any signs of that. The way she figured, there were three possibilities. The first, Elias was in fact staying here, whether temporarily or more long-term, though the latter was not advisable given current and recent events. The second option, he too was running from trouble and escaped into the same exact building. The third, and hopefully least likely reason, he followed her into the building for a reason, though that reason was not quite obvious yet.

WW3 Aftermath: A Tale of Survival.

So much had happened since the world turned into trash. Countless individuals killed by greed, homes lost, memories forgotten and replaced with new, horrifying memories. The more Rosealyn thought about it, the more depressed she grew. It'd been a few weeks since the war, but now, not much was left. Not much aside from trying to survive.

The late November temperature seeped through the multiple layers she wore, causing her to shiver for a moment. She was following a group of people who had apparently been told about a location not too far from them where they had additional food rations, water, and various other supplies. Rosealyn was some ways behind the medium-size group. Far enough to not hear their conversation but not too far as to lose them. They began turning at the corner of a broken-down building, and that's when multiple shots went off. Gunshots, screaming, people scrambling in every direction with some lifelessly dropping to the ground without warning. Rosealyn watched in horror for maybe a second before it clicked in, and she immediately turned to sprint in the opposite direction. The adrenaline coursing through her veins silenced the commotion she was running from, and she was half-expecting to be shot in the back at any moment.

But she remained unharmed as she finally reached the other corner and turned, her pace not slowing. Rosealyn continued for another block and a half before forcing her way into a building, shoulder slamming the wooden door open to take shelter inside. It was a little less cold in there, and quiet. Quiet except for her ragged breathing, but she didn't dwell on that. The door latched shut surprisingly enough and she made her way up the stairs. The building appeared to be a small apartment complex, and for now, she had some time to figure out her next move before the murderous bunch decided to claim their next victim.