#141 rp

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“Annnnd that one’s for good Old Sam”

Updated: May 1

Hi, Im Rosie. I am 21 (she/her). I run two accounts, (both cod oc) but act like the two don't interact… and aren't run by one person… don't question it…and if you know the other one…. HUSH.

MDNI with post that have warning

Rules

Don't be homophobic or racist

You can send NSFW ask

Welcome in or out of the COD world

Don't ship Rye with people. You can flirt with her and all. If you want to ship her, just ask me please :) You will see references to her being engaged. To make life easier, unless it's mentioned, just ignore that part)

Minors are welcome to interact with me HOWEVER please don’t interact with post that have NSFW content

•ACCESSING FILE, PLEASE HOLD •

⬛⬛⬛⬛-> redacted

Name: Tessa NovaK

Call Sign: Rye

Military History : Rye is a ‘retired’ ⬛⬛⬛⬛. Originally from Mexico, she served in the United States Military under ⬛⬛⬛⬛, following the ⬛⬛⬛⬛. Having spent time in Shadow Company before being transferred due to her fluent Spanish. Currently working with drug trafficking and cartels under ⬛⬛⬛⬛. However, work is suspended until medical clearance.

Gender: female Age: 38 (probably should be older but hush)

Height: 5’6 ft

Weight: ⬛⬛⬛⬛(nun ur buissness)

Rank: lieutenant. Possibly up for promotion. Medical clearance depends.

Appearance:

Rye is easy to spot due to the tattoo sleeve on the right arm. And tattoo on left knuckles

Parts of her face are heavily scared with her second premolars missing, first molars and one of her seconds due to being held captive by cartel group ⬛⬛⬛⬛.

A chunk of her left ear is missing and scar run through her left eyebrow.

Small scars decorated jack bones. And there are little 'star' marks on each side near her mandible, like an enter and exit wound from a bullet.

A brand mark of the Shadow Company patch on lower left back ( covered by clothes). If she stretches, it can show the every top.

Limp in left leg. Seen when running. Possibly have a cane on bad days. Refer to ◼️◼️◼️◼️ about medication.

Collage on Tumblr of Rye. (Im not sure happy with it but bleh)

Interactions: more to come I'm being lazy

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WARNING SOME POST COULD HAVE

Warning post could mention: rape, torture, child death, and more.

Look up OC Lore Tag if curious about more.

Best and worst memory

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Ryes right arm is covered in tattoo. They make her arm almost look robotic. With ink lines making the arm look like plated metal. Scratches of names on the inner arm like a knife that taken to a sheet of iron.

It folds to her fingers, with the joints circled like pistons.

She rarely show it, normally wearing her canvas bomber jacket

Her left hand sports tattooed iron knuckles. The rest of the arm blanket except for scars and

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[Rye leans against the wall of the MedBay, waiting for someone, preferably someone who actually works there, to help her. ]

Slower then I thought it would be.

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Rye collage in the works, the art does belong to me just separate account -gonna regornaize soon

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If Rye stretches too much in certain shirts, the top of her brand mark (shadow company ‘patch’) on her lower left back shows.

She just shrugs it off. “Wild child” she'll say

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How many to get you with price?

“Heh, I’d do it sober.”

“But… a good few shots never made it worse”

She say, arms crossed, a (slightly smug) smirk on her face.

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Eyes ‘next’ post

Tattoos deep dive and what she has

Angst-

Mythical Creature/fae

Fluff? (idk what about )

Time travel- ‘Teen’ Rye in Shadow

Voting ended onMay 29

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Panic Switch

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