Lucinda Gray
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Sweet but lethal. {{RP|21+|NSFW/SFW}}
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Lucinda Gray

🍎Original Character | MVRP | Actress
🍎SFW/NSFW | 21+ | Detailed Writer
🍎OC, Canon + Crossover Friendly
🍎MS/MV, Ships with Chemistry

Penned by #Visceralscribe.
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“Well thank you.”

She said to him, allowing herself to twirl near his arms. It was a nice thing to her that he was genuinely interested in her.

“Say, do ya happen to want to hear me sing for ya? I promise I will do ma best with whateva ya request?”
it certainly does sound like you are stunning in every way possible. I couldn't deny it after that explanation. ❜

He said with a grin towards her. Clearly, he was enjoying this.
+ without performing and it just didn’t feel right. It felt like her heart had been ripped in half.
Lucinda continued to strum her guitar as she spoke to him. “No worries at all, I appreciate the compliments. Thank you.” She said to him, continuing to preform for everyone to see.

Lucinda’s always been a good performer, it was in her bones, it made her feel alive. Once she went a whole month +
Lucinda beamed happily. “It was quite fun. I do wonder why no one has allowed you to preform, in a while? Maybe it was your own choice? Talk to me.” Luncinda was curious to know more about Alfira.
“No worries.”

Her assistant passed him a script and she stood up. Hoping to do the part with him. It was simple really. He only had to show that he was capable of some human emotions. Nothing could wrong, right?
Lucinda watched as he walked in and offered him a smile.

"Please, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about, myself and my team shall take care of you and your needs." She reassured him.
Lucinda smiled warmly as she sang in unison with Alfira, enjoying the company. Her confidence through the roof. The crowd was cheering in pleasure from the beautiful sounds. This was all Lucinda needed: peace, music and the right company.
Once Lucinda had finished performing, she settled her guitar over her shoulder. Feeling exhilarated that people loved her performing. She shook a few hands and then made her way throughout the crowd, mingling with anyone that wished to speak to her.
The brunette nodded and offered her hand, it was help to the stage.

"Well, sure!" She smiled sweetly.

The more the merrier, don't they say, huh?
+ guitar.

It was a bigger turnout than she was used too. However, no one could bring her down. Not when she was alive with music and stories.
Lucinda sang alone and with her own instruments. The music kept her heart beating. You could take her name, her home, but you could never steal her music. Even if you took her guitar.

Seeing him out in the crowd, she bowed slightly. Then turned in a circle beginning to dance along with her +
Lucinda strummed her guitar and nodded toward Alfira.

"Aye. Good evening." She called out to the bard.
"Aight." Lucinda said to her assistant and sighed. "Call him in here and let's see."

The assistant went to go and ask to Scott to come in.

Lucinda kept herself busy by looking over Scott's portfolio and notes. Everything seemed to look good and organised.

She was ready, to meet him.
(Open RP)

Lucinda can be found out of the streets of New York, performing for all to see. Her speciality, when she's not acting, is rock music. And the smiles on people's faces? That's what keeps her smile warm and her passions alive.

"Sup, New York! Let's have ya!"
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+ of bright reds, blues, greens, and yellows in a wavy pattern. The dress feels textured, almost like crochet.”
“Of course.” She smiled softly, more than happy to help him.

“I have long dark hair that falls over my shoulder, and my skin is smooth and warm-toned. I’m wearing a fitted, long-sleeved dress made of colorful lace. It’s full +
At this point, he's used to not being able to see. Back when he was younger, it was much more of a challenge. Now, he gets by.

❛ That would be incredibly helpful, actually. ❜

A genuine soft smile came out of the corner of his lips.
That much be something that’s pretty tough to deal with. Lucinda can’t even begin to consider how Matthew felt.

A brief moment of silence passed.

She then spoke. “Hi.” Her tone was soft. “I could deserve how I look, should you want.”
+ Lucinda arched a brow. Local guy? That was rare. Most were LA transplants, polished within an inch of their lives. This one — whoever he was — probably walked in with coffee stains and too much modesty. Not that she minded. At this point, she was desperate for someone real.
+ asked the casting assistant as she flipped through the pages of the sides again, trying to find that sliver of interest she’d been holding onto when the day started.

“One more. Local guy. Bit of a last-minute slot,” the assistant replied, glancing at the sheet. “Scott… something.” +
+ Another dud. The last actor had barely made eye contact, too caught up in his own reflection off-camera to give the scene any weight. Lucinda had tried — god, had she tried — but even she couldn’t fake chemistry where there was none.

“Anyone left?” she +
+ auditions. Maybe it was the lack of spark in every screen test so far.

She tugged at the sleeve of her oversized sweater, the fabric soft against her wrist, and leaned back in the director’s chair, letting out a sigh only her assistant might’ve caught. +
Planned Storyline with @adevotedbarista.bsky.social.

The audition room was cold. Always cold. It was as if they had deliberately cranked the AC to keep the nerves alive. Lucinda had been in and out of studios like this for years, but today felt different. Maybe it was the silence in between +
That much be something that’s pretty tough to deal with. Lucinda can’t even begin to consider how Matthew felt.

A brief moment of silence passed.

She then spoke. “Hi.” Her tone was soft. “I could deserve how I look, should you want.”
He sadly has the disadvantage of not being able to see what a catch she truly is.
Mornin, campers.

WCW to myself. I'm a catch.
Mornin, campers.

WCW to myself. I'm a catch.
+ get to see yours.” She tilts her head, studying him with open curiosity. “Unless the silence is part of your style?”