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Violet Shadows
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Astrid, my character, is part of the rebel group known as Pitch-Black. Its leader is Razor, who sent her into the kingdom's palace with hopes of her coming out as a hero. To become Razor's little monster, Astrid had to take a job as Prince Jacob's guard, which she easily did through her flawless agility and reflexes. After seven months of being at the palace and stalling Razor's plan after learning more about Jake and the own people she worked for, Astrid has finally been caught.
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I'm going to die. I'm done. There's nothing else to think about, no apologies to be made. I'm going to be executed and Razor will be watching the whole thing, grinning like the sick little bastard he is.
The steel table is cold against my wrists. They're handcuffed to it, the silver metal a stark contrast to my pale skin. The cuffs are attached to tabletop and I growl at them in frustration, knowing that trying to free myself is futile.
I spent the first hour in this interrogation room trying and all I got from it was bloody wrists.
My eyes stubbornly avoid the mirror in front of me. I don't want to think about who could be looming behind it because that would involve thinking of Jake and-
Wow I really screwed up. I should've just told him when I had the chance. I've been at the palace for seven months and even with Razor lurking around, watching us, I could've told him the truth:
That I was sent to the palace by an infamous rebel group, Pitch-Black, to kill him.
(Name: Astrid; Age: 19; Sex: F)
* If interested, feel free to privately message me with a continuation of the roleplay & your character information. Or you could comment here. Don't feel like you have to be or do anything specific, I love confident, spontaneous roleplaying partners!
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I'm going to die. I'm done. There's nothing else to think about, no apologies to be made. I'm going to be executed and Razor will be watching the whole thing, grinning like the sick little bastard he is.
The steel table is cold against my wrists. They're handcuffed to it, the silver metal a stark contrast to my pale skin. The cuffs are attached to tabletop and I growl at them in frustration, knowing that trying to free myself is futile.
I spent the first hour in this interrogation room trying and all I got from it was bloody wrists.
My eyes stubbornly avoid the mirror in front of me. I don't want to think about who could be looming behind it because that would involve thinking of Jake and-
Wow I really screwed up. I should've just told him when I had the chance. I've been at the palace for seven months and even with Razor lurking around, watching us, I could've told him the truth:
That I was sent to the palace by an infamous rebel group, Pitch-Black, to kill him.
(Name: Astrid; Age: 19; Sex: F)
* If interested, feel free to privately message me with a continuation of the roleplay & your character information. Or you could comment here. Don't feel like you have to be or do anything specific, I love confident, spontaneous roleplaying partners!
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