This is a vampire Au, set in Old londen. OPEN RP))
warning: sexism,
The air felt heavier then normals, more humid. The heavy layer of her skirt dragged on the dirty stones of the path as she marched her way through the alley. She was tired, dead tired. The medical lecture had gone later than expected. Much later, and now the dusk gave way to a bright moon. Its had the same milky white look as the skull on display at the university. The though made her fingertips dig into her palm.
Lorraine was no stranger to the Londen streets; she had grown up on them.
Running with her brother and hiding away with the other girls when the neighbors started yelling about the ruckus their playing caused. But now, she was older, a medical assistant to one of Londen’s best doctors, who would travel around to lecture the next best finest. Maybe in another life, she could have been one of the next best. The thought felt heavy in her stomach like an impossible weight. She would never reach that; she should be grateful just to be in the field as a woman. Grateful she managed to stay in the field.
The sounds of foot steps drew her out of her thoughts.
Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.
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The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.
Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.
It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.
The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.
The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.
Icepick could feel someone watching him all day. Like there was someone right behind him, breathing down his neck, yet when he looked, there was nobody there.
After hours and hours of paranoia, Icepick was finally able to see what, or who it was. He just caught the faintest glimpse of a pair of blinding white eyes outside his office window.
He caught the faint smell of garbage and rot coming from right outside.
@rotting-insomniac
[Icepick's eyes narrow as he gets a whiff of that horrid goddamn stench. He had been looking over patient files, but he set them down when he caught a glimpse of those white eyes.]
You're back, hm? How's your procedure treating you? Any hallucinations, headaches, fuzziness? [He asks with a wide, feral grin.]
Heyyyy, so i did this. She is an OC for COD yayyy. She is weird, I don't know anything from her, she is just something. It doesn't really have a name, I just know I want its last name to be "Salazar", and she kinda represents having your humanity even in war, idk. I just want it to give her vibes of clumsy even when she is perfect on her job. Shes my baby and I love her.
Hello this is Jae mod for Smokes (am i doing it right?)
I have been looking at introductions from different cod rp therefore i made one meself but am not sure if i had this thing right on the dot. I'd be red for mod talk. Appreciate ya reading this. I would like guides if thats alright.
Rules and info to consider
-I am new to Rp
-ya can teach me but be respectful bout it
-dont send hatefull nor offensive asks
-i'll allow nsfw but will interact depending on content
-no homophobic asks
-no ships please but will honor some
- can be a bit rude (tell me if im too much but it is part of the character)
For them MINORS I'll allow ya. i check ya accounts first and i have a limit fer ya interactions if i say no to tha path ya goin in ya rp then id stop or not engage fully.
Will update.
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OC Background
Classified Personnel File – Task Force Operative
Name/Callsign: Smokes
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: unclassified
Unit: Special Task Force (designation redacted)
Primary Roles: Sniper (initial) to Combat Medic (post-ambush)
Status: Active Duty
Service Record
- Entered military service at age 18, selected for advanced sniper training due to exceptional marksmanship.
- Attached to elite task force specializing in search-and-destroy missions, reconnaissance, and precision elimination of high-value targets.
- During a deep operation, unit was ambushed. Entire team captured his team and Lieutenant Smokes was beaten (ttred for info) and thrown to tge sea with a sack on his head and a sack of rocks on his legs but was able to get back on land. Sole survivor.
- Voluntarily undertook combat medic training after recovery, determined to prevent future losses. Now operates as both sniper and medic.
Psychological Profile
- Stoic, disciplined, resourceful. Exhibits survivor’s guilt but channels it into determination.
- Driven by duty and the memory of fallen comrades. Seeks redemption through saving lives while continuing to eliminate threats.
- Habitual smoker. Ritualized cigarette use after missions noted as a coping mechanism. Despite medical knowledge, continues habit for stress relief.
- High resilience under pressure. Potential psychological strain from dual role (healer/killer) but maintains operational effectiveness.
- Compact trauma kit, field surgery tools, improvised supplies.
- Dog tags of fallen team members, carried at all times. Cigarette pack often present in downtime.
Likes
- smokin
-coffee
-animals
-often tea
-cookin
-cleanin
Dislikes
- people who dislikes alcohol in wounds
- Commdrs
-Shepard?
Prefs
-prefers to med asst. In field
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Summary
Lieutenant Smokes is a unique operative. a sniper forged in precision, reshaped by tragedy into a combat medic. He embodies contradiction of a soldier who saves and takes lives, haunted yet driven, defined by resilience and ritual. His presence in the field is both a weapon and a lifeline.
