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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.
FILE
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.
Christ, she’s fit. For a solid five seconds thosethree words encompass the entirety of John’s mental capacity. Because she is fit, and even that description doesn’tdo her enough justice. It’s been a long, rotten evening for him. Custodysergeants generally don’t really like to be hurried, and punching the ChiefSuperintendent comes with obvious consequences and formalities. Fingerprints.Charge sheet. His presence required in magistrate’s court a week from today.And a sodding ASBO attached to his name. Still, he doesn’t regret it one bit,would do it again. And the evening isn’t over yet, is it? Not when he comesacross a woman like this right outside the Yard.
… Even ifthere’s something about her that makes him want to glance around and prepare forthe sudden appearance of a sleek black car. Swear to God, if her presence isMycroft’s doing John is going straight home. He’s bloody well done for theevening if that really is the case. But there’s no car, and she’s not handinghim a mobile, so maybe this time… Yeah. Maybe.
He laughsat her question, soft and brief, but a muscle unmistakably jumps in his jaw, andthere’s a certain guarded quality in his gaze as he continues to watch her. “ Didn’trealise there was a height limit in place. And what sort of work do you do, then?When you’re not busy standing about looking all mysterious? ”
LORRAINE STARES BACK BLANKLYat him as he looks on, finding her cigarette interesting enough to let the silence prolong itself. She’s never been much for conversation anyhow. She’d even been told it was something to work on. Whatever that fucking meant. She’s only here to file for her sidearm while on holiday – new PM and a whole sodding lot of new rules. No more was her licensing enough. She’d just planned to forego all formalities, but C was decisively adamant that she follow every letter of the law. We don’t need one more sodding disaster with one of ours attached to it – Well if you ask her the only bloody disaster is the state of affairs. What she wouldn’t give to be anywhere else but here.
She smirks when he finally speaks, noting the ever-so-slight change in his demeanor. Must be a touchy subject, she notes. Still giving ample time to pass between her acknowledging of him, she finishes off the cigarette, and tosses it down, grinding it into the dirt with the toe of her shoe before digging another out from her purse – incidentally the only other thing inside of which is her gun. ❛ Classified, ❜ she answers simply, lighting the next cigarette and keeping her cool gaze upon him as she blows out the smoke. There’s a hint of a smirk in her gaze as she watches him still –
❛ You don’t really strike me as the type prone to violence, ❜ she comments, voice low and even, relatively void of any emotion or inflection at all; if anything she sounds condescending. Perhaps even ever so vaguely amused at his expense. ❛ Did he sleep with your wife? Notice all your lack of height? ❜ The smirk returns, curving up the corners of her pale lips, but is soon masked by them curling around the cigarette once more.
“Apparently it’s against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent. ”
SHE LIGHTS A CIGARETTE,the clink of the lighter closing the only real noise between them for a solid minute. Smoke filters out between her lips, warm by comparison to the rest of her as she gives an indifferent shrug, using the motion to adjust the weight of her hefty trench coat. ❛ Laws never really mattered much in my line of work – ❜ the is a dispassion in her voice, as if she really couldn’t care at all whether she were here, or anywhere else at all. A single glance is spared to him, blue gazeICYand unimpressed. ❛ Aren’t you a bit short to be punching men with power? ❜ Amusement is there, though difficult to gauge, rather than smirk at him to reveal the intent of her words, however, she simply moves the cigarette to her lips, taking another long, slow drag.
