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Rules
About
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This blog is highly selective and will show favoritism without apology. That being said I am open to everyone, OCs and Multi-Muses included. Please don't be afraid to approach me.
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Mun and muse are both over 21 and there will be sex, violence, guns, torture and other various mature themes here. I will tag sex (with #nsfw) and if anything is particularly triggering I will put ____ tw on the post.
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My open rps (tagged #open) are open to ANYONE unless they're tagged as 'mutuals only'. I reserve the right to ignore any reply to my open if it doesn't work with my muse or makes me uncomfortable. However some memes may not be replied to if they are shippy in nature and we do not have some preexisting plot or plot-in-the-work.
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100% of icons are made by myself, don't take them please and thank you.
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I will unfollow you for the following five reasons: failure to cut your posts. Roleplaying on reblogged asks. Untagged gore & NSFW content. Blasphemy against any religion. Racism of any sort. These are non-negotiable.
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I do not GM and will block you if you do it to me. This includes dictating my muse's thoughts, feelings, or actions in ANY capacity. That being said, violence against Lorraine is always permissible, but expect the violence to be returned without permission if you make the first move. You don't need to ask permission to land a hit on her ONLY assuming your muse has equal or superior skills and training as compared to Lorraine. Those without she would likely be able to dodge the attack and I'd prefer you not dictate her actions.
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I will not follow you back if I have no interest in writing with you. It is not personal, but if your muse or canon are not appealing to me, I don't want to give you the false hope that I am interested.
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Skype and Discord are both available to MUTUALS upon request.
Overview
Appearance
Skills
History
Mains
NOTICE
This blog relies HEAVILY on the novel, and while I incorporate a great deal from the film there are two things to know: ONE being Lorraine is NOT AMERICAN OR CIA. Period. I may make a verse for this, but it is not to be assumed or referenced at all without prior discussion. TWO the correct code name is Stachel the German term for THORN or STINGER, none of this Satchel business. You may reference Stachel as a personanongrata in our threads but your muse may not know that she is Stachel without prior plotting. Thank you.
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NAME:LORRAINE BROUGHTON KNOWN ALIASES: GLADYS LLYOD AGE: 39 HEIGHT: 5'10" WEIGHT: 55KG HAIR: BRUNETTE / DYED BLONDE EYES: BLUE DISTINGUISHING MARKS: NONE VISIBLE WARNING: HIGHLY SKILLED AND DANGEROUS STATUS: ROGUE
QUICK READ
Lorraine Broughton is an MI6 agent, highly trained and skilled in close quarters combat, gunplay, and subterfuge. Stationed in Helsinki for the majority of her career, being a fan of the cold, it's not until she is called in to Berlin, days before the fall of the wall in 1989 that the truth of her character comes into play.
This blog is based primarily on the NOVEL but the film will heavily influence it as well. At a glance things your muse might notice about Lorraine are that she is EXTREMELY tall ( 6'3" in heels, which she pretty much always wears). That she is likely SMOKING 11 times out of 10. She tends to wear very feminine clothing as well, almost overtly so.
LOOK THE PART
Tall, blonde and deadly. Lorraine Broughton is an imposing figure in any situation. She's lithe, fit, often in identity-obscuring shades, trench coat with a collar raised, cigarette dangling from between nude lips -- even without a gun she is deadly; and if you're unlucky enough even a glance could freeze your very blood.
Lorraine is quiet by nature, studious of her surroundings, and rarely speaks unless needed. She's calm, unless provoked, and even then her anger is tempered --- as bitter as a Moscow winter and equally as devastating to those caught unprepared. Her emotions are few, and kept well hidden, the eyes being the colloquial windows to her soul, are often the only source of any true indication of her feelings.
She's a killer queen. Guaranteed to blow your mind.
SHE'S A KILLER
Trained from her youth in self defense, Lorraine has spent a lifetime pushing her body to its limits to compete and survive in a man's world. She's strong, but strength isn't enough when your opponents are stronger. So she often relies on her environment and her quick thinking and instincts to get her out of a tight spot.
She has incredible mastery of three different fighting styles, as well as use of multiple different types of weapons. She's an expert marksman with a pistol, rifles tend to be less favored by her and her skills with them are much less. She's very good with blades as well as using any object at her disposal to be deadly. Beyond that, she has all the skills of a good spy. She's attuned to her surroundings, she's alert, she's suspicious and uncompromised ny her emotions. Being a-moral also lends quite the advantage to her in situations when she must decide in a moment who lives and who dies. Lorraine is unparalleled in her deduction skills, and to this day ranks among the highest marks in all of MI6 at problem solving and deceit.
Lorraine fluently speaks English, Russian, Spanish, and Mandarin, while she has a rudimentary grasp of German, and French and only a small amount of Japanese. She's very skilled at modifying her apperance to lay low when necessary, and a HIGHLY trained actress --- able to fool absolutely anyone. Including her superiors.
A STORY TOLD
UNDER CO.
Lorraine was born and raised in Somerset, England as an only child. Her mother and father were kind and there were no childhood traumas to speak of. Her father was a fourth generation orchard owner who died when Lorraine was 21. She did not attend his funeral but heard it was lovely. She joined MI6 for recruitment when she was 19, and has since devoted her life to the cause, working her way up the ranks and earning every title and advancement she's obtained. It was not until her first dispatch to Helsiniki, where she met Aleksander Bremovych that her life truly changed.
The same characterization enhanced by modern knowledge and technology -- I have very little intention to use this verse very frequently, but it will be the go to for any canon whose time-setting is pertinent to the muse or plot. Not much will change beyond her lingo, and tools, and appearance but all the same, I don't prefer this verse as a whole.
TURBULENCE HITS HARD; knocking her back and robbing Lorraine of her balance. She catches hold of a leather strap hanging from above and fixes the soddingYANKwith her most incredulous stare. ❛ Don’t they fucking teach you ANYTHING? ❜ Irritation ebbs at her voice, words practically growled out as she grabs the nearest chair back to propel herself forward, struggling against the plane’s downward and sidelong sway. Ripping open the door to the cockpit, she quickly hoists the dead pilot from his seat, and sits herself down. It’s been awhile. Too bloody long. But she’s sure that she can at least get them on the ground ———- bruised hands grasp the control wheel and begin slowly leveling them out. Fucking Americans. ❛ I hope you bloody well have an answer for this ❜ she calls back loudly and with icy menace coating each word.
MOONLIGHT QUICKLY ARRESTS THE SOUL. what loneliness , that she should delight at such small conversation. & what piety that naught else but indifference shows through cratered visage. the meager clearing of her throat , followed by the pitter - patter of dexterous digits on stony chin. ❛ i was under the impression that HONESTY was a core , moral value. & that it was commonplace. ❜
THE SMILE CREASES AT THE CORNERS OF HER EYES;and she can hardly tell if the woman is putting her on or is truly so naïve. Deciding to play along, whether or not it’s all a big laugh, Lorraine shrugs, pulling away the cigarette between two bandaged fingers. ❛ HONESTY is meant for those with souls worth saving; ❜ she replies coolly, blue gaze practically entranced by the woman, whose beauty was growing more and more magnetic. It’s truly as if she has no control over how DRAWN she is. ❛ The rest of us only afford it when we bloody well feel like it. ❜
❛ . . . TART? ❜ ageless thing knows not the jargon of modernity. cratered eyne cast to tightly packed tobacco. ❛ i’m afraid the meaning of the word eludes me. i simply meant to say that you BASK in radiance ‘neath the light of the moon & stars. i suppose i should be more blunt. ❜
IT WAS A SMALL SMILE, barely there, yet present none-the-less at the other’s words. She almost felt BADhaving used such language with someone who was clearly so bloody naïve. Though the act wasn’t taken at face value, either – Lorraine watched with due scrutiny, trying to discern whether or not to buy into it. Yet, found herself almost charmed by the woman; the smile she wore only growing as she shifted her stance in the cold evening’s air. ❛ Candor is always appreciated, ❜ she remarked idly, pausing to take a long drag of the sweet nicotine. ❛ Though I can’t say I’ve much of a good relationship with honesty. ❜
❛ WOMEN OF THE NIGHT are my favourite kind. ❜ // @coldestspy❤︎ ‘d
❛ IS THIS YOUR WAY OF ASKINGIF I’M A TART? ❜ despite the implications of the assumed accusation, Lorraine smirks, finding herself amused. It was certainly a FIRST for her, surprisingly enough. Fishing into her pocket for a the crumpled package of cigs, she tugs one out between bruised fingertips, then placed unceremoniously between her pale, chapped lips.
❝ it gets to the negatives in winter here. canberra’s pretty much a shithole , but it was created so victoria and new south wales wouldn’t start a big ass fight about it. so it’s smack bang in the middle of the two. i’m biased though since i am from melbourne. ❞ A QUICK HISTORY LESSON though she doubts that lorraine gives two shits about the explanation. she wasn’t that fond of canberra either. in fact she hated it and would much rather be in the bustling city of melbourne than here , but this was where home base was. she had no CHOICE in the matter. security and all that jazz.
❝ not a fan of gin then , huh ? more for me. ❞ once again , she wasn’t going to take offence. maybe lorraine’s panties would unbunch if she got her that ice cream. she was pretty sure the freezer in the lunch room had some. there was a joke in there somewhere about frosty knickers but she wouldn’t speak those out loud. she wasn’t a complete fool. she had to get on her good side after all.
she may seem to be just an average asio agent , but the fact of the matter was that she was also an asis agent. country and crown came first , so it wasn’t as if she was going to disclose it. they’d only been public knowledge for six years , give and take a bit. and that was only because some IDIOTS hadn’t done their job properly and a royal commission had been called. however her job remained the same. making sure that australia’s interests both here and overseas came first. of course that was just a little bit hard with the soviet disaster hanging over their heads. therefore lorraine. hopefully they’d be able to get some good intel that way. ❝ weather’s not usually this bad. just a heatwave. i hope you know you’ve basically been assigned to me. even for christmas. i’ll make sure to get you your booze of choice to smooth it over. ❞ the quickest way to get something going between them. spend a SHITTON of time together.
lorraine wasn’t going to spend any time without her. ❝ but it does mean we get to leave this shitthole and head to melbourne. ❞ and with that she downs the glass of gin , a grin on her face. she’s enjoying it. good to see someone from the mother country suffering. how did she think she felt having to LIVE here ?
A SECOND CIGARETTE WAS AN IDEALalternative to the lack of tolerable alcohol – and with one now lit, and sitting between her lips, she certainly felt less assaulted by the assignment. Marginally, at least. Not much could make up for present company, unfortunately. She couldn’t bloody well care less about what was normal for this sodding hell hole; she only cared that it was currently hot enough to melt the rubber from tyres.
She stared blankly back at the woman, (who in what was proving to be usual fashion, was talking with incessant fervor,) minding only the cigarette as she nursed it as if it were her one and only true source of life. She’d gladly argue that it was, in fact. Though, at the mention of the holiday, she let out a short, mirthless laugh. ❛ Pity, I didn’t getYOUanything. ❜
In truth, she’d never been much for Christmas – it was always spent away from home, usually soaking in an ice bath, bandaging wounds. People like her, ( she wouldn’t include Rosemary in such accounts, because – well, honestly. The woman had probably never seen the outside of her own scorching borders.) —- rarely had anything at all resembling normalcy in their lives. No holidays. No birthdays. No gifts or parties. They were ghosts for a reason.
❛ Well – ❜ she replied lowly, a faint smile curling her lips as she tapped away ashes. ❛ THATis something indeed. ❜ Sarcasm was crippling in her words, truly she imagined the whole of the country qualified as a SHITHOLEbut she’d leave the declarations of such to the native. Pausing for another long, slow drag on her cigarette, eyes never leaving her company once, she took the time to blow out a showy cloud of nicotine laced smoke. ❛ When do we leave? ❜
the gun remained aimed in her direction though his eye moved away from the scope . aim might be hindered with his change in perception , but hands stayed still . ‘ and , i’ll admit , that having a WOMAN kick my ass would be a first for me ; go on , baby , make a move and i’ll shoot you d e a d ’
THERE’S A TWITCH IN HER FEATURESat the epithet. Her fingers curl more tightly around the gun’s grip. It’s lucky for him that she isn’t COMPLETELY fucking mad; christ only knows what she might bloody well do to him if she were. She’s quick to notice the distraction in his gaze, however, and she takes her chance without hesitation. Firing off two shots at his gun wielding hand, while making a swift cut to the left, ready toTAKEwhat she wanted by force.
the smallest ghost of a smirk passed his features , fingers only tightening around his gun more . ‘ i’d LOVE to know who you work for . the least i could do is send back a few p i e c e s , so they know not to f u c k with me AGAIN ’
❛ YOU’RE NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS, ARE YOU? ❜ it’s condescending to say the least; she no longer feelsTHREATENEDby him in any way. She’s been shot before, christ knows she can survive another, though she questions if he can. ❛ Who I work for is irrelevant, ❜ she replies, eyes still as icy as ever, gun not so much as wavering a centimeter. ❛ What really matters is whether or not you’ve got the BALLS to pull that trigger. ❜
BLOODY AMSTERDAM — the sodding city was RIPE with the pungent sent of sweat, sex and marijuana at every turn, corner and nook. This mission was more or less SAFE. It seemed not even MI6 was ready to trust the fate of sensitive to materials to a woman, and it was fucking 1976 for CHRIST SAKE. She’s here for reconnaissance only. Observe and record. Report back. Like some fucking secretary. At least they gave her a sodding gun, though it would take an entire clip to do any real damage.
Sat at the BAR ,wire taped securely between her breasts, she sipped boredly on her drink, waiting for the mark to show his face. She was following Six’s intel, though by her own digging she had the distinct impression that their man wasn’t the type to frequent these sort of establishments. In fact if she were to wager a guess, she’d say he was across town at a club that catered exclusively to men of a certain PERSUASION.
Sighing in frustration, Lorraine slammed back the last of her vodka, fishing into her purse for a lighter, but came up empty; the cigarette she had only moments before placed between her lips dangling idly and utterly USELESS.
