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.
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.
*Screech grunts as she finishes her pull up.Dropping to her feet with huff, a sharp pain shooting through her scarred side. Sweat is dripping down her temple. She has a waited vest though is quick to take it off. *
Fuck
*She whispers. She has been trying to push herself more but the old scar feels like it's fresh for some reason. Maybe it was the ruined nerves biting because of the increase blood flow. *
Scheiße, komm schon. (Shit, come on)
*She grunts into her fist, eyes watering a bit. It feels like something sharp is rubbing against her bones- They weren't able to get all the shrapnel out, maybe that's where this was coming from. Maybe it was all mental. That thought makes a pit form in her stomach. What if she wasn't T-141 ready anymore. What is Laswel moved her? *
A horrid, disgusting stench hits Icepicks nose as Restless slinks out from somewhere, his eerie white eyes look Icepick up and down, examining him like a bug.
'Who're you, exactly?.'
@rotting-insomniac
[Icepick turns to look at him. His eyes are equally striking, the two unfamiliars seeming to size eachother up. He doesn't react to the smell.]
..Likewise, [he mumbles, and points to himself.] Icepick. Semi-trusted medic and sniper.
[He leans in, tilting his head curiously.] You smell like death. Have you been in the morgue? Been around dead bodies recently? Are you a body?
