frankieg

The Black Veil

@ChronicleMan Sorry. I can change it. But honestly, I was thinking about him not experiencing anything else like that for a while and then just thinking he imagined it or losing his grip or something. But I can take that out

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Alright, posted! This is already so spooky, I can't wait to keep going!

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Friedrich strolled quickly through the broken streets, wreckage still scattered about from the war. Even now, rubble littered the city, evidence of once-magnificent buildings demolished to nothing. The man wore the only suit he owned, having just left the hospital. Not bothering to slow down, he lifted his arm, looking down at the trench watch clinging to his wrist. Besides the photo in his wallet, this watch was the only thing that Friedrich had left of his father. He sighed when he saw the time, realizing it was getting late. He hurried down the street. He held a leather folio in his other arm.

Even in the city, the streets were dark. A lot of the streetlamps had been destroyed during the war and never replaced. Friedrich hurried as fast as he felt comfortable in the dark, not wanting to trip on rubble or garbage. He continued on, weaving through the ruined streets. It seemed like ages before he finally reached his destination: St. Mary's Church, or rather, the remains of the church. One of the many air raids had claimed this holy building, like many around the city. Friedrich promptly stopped, the sight of the dilapidated building hitting him like a punch to the gut. Of course, this hadn't been the first time that he'd visited his childhood church since the war ended, since it was destroyed. But it always felt like the first time. The top of the spire was gone, debris still scattered on the ground around it. One could easily see inside most of the windows, most of the glass having shattered long ago. Friedrich took a deep breath to steady himself. Then, he tore his eyes away from the ruined church and looked around. The street was deserted as usual. He sped through the hole in the stone wall, disappearing into the dark of the entrance hall.

The darkness was thick, forcing Friedrich to stop while his eyes adjusted. The man clung to his folio, instantly being transported back to memories of walking through this very entrance hall with his parents. How many Sundays had they spent here in his childhood? Too many to count. Back then, the church was brightly lit; his favorite stained glass window, depicting Mary holding her precious baby, allowed so much sun into the hall. Unfortunately, that was decades ago now. During the day, sun still shone through the room, but no longer through a beautiful stained glass window. That window had shattered. Instead, light shone through the holes in the building. No more would Friedrich be able to look on the glory of a mother's love stained in glass. His heart ached at that thought, remembering the last words his mother had said to him: "May God watch over you and keep you safe, Friedrich. And remember, you are never alone; my love is always with you." He wished he hadn't gone off to fight in the war. It wasn't a choice, but how he wished he'd stayed home with his parents, or even run away with them. Now, he was alone.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the dark of the entrance hall. Looking over his shoulder to verify that no one had followed him inside, the man moved further into the debilitated building. He immediately made his way over to a mostly intact statue of the Virgin Mary. Friedrich knelt down beside it, reaching around through the space between the statue and the wall. He pulled out a chunk of stone, setting it down on the ground. Then, he reached back inside, pulling out a variety of items: a small bag of coffee beans, a couple tins of spam, and six cigarettes. He put these on the ground beside him before opening his folio. A small vial of morphine was put into the hidden spot behind the statue. Then, five of the cigarettes were carefully placed inside the folio.

As soon as the trade was done, Friedrich left the ruins of his childhood church. He used a match to light one of the cigarettes, taking a long drag before weaving through the streets once more. His shift at the hospital was done, so the only thing left to do now was head home. Where was home for this young German after the war? A cramped apartment with three other veterans, Heinrich, Klaus, and Otto. They'd be ecstatic about having some coffee for the morning. The young man smiled to himself as he proceeded.

"Friedrich!" A sharp, haunting whisper rent through the air. The shock of it almost forced him to drop his lit cigarette. The man swore, burning himself as he struggled to keep the smoke in his hand. Then, he swiftly glanced around. No sign of life, besides his own, lingered in the immediate area. Friedrich had sworn that he'd heard his name whispered, but it didn't seem as if anyone was around. He paused, holding his breath, listening. Nothing. Carefully, he wandered over to the street corner nearby, peering around it, wondering if someone was three. But to his simultaneous relief and disappointment, the road was empty. A forced, awkward chuckle escaped his throat before the man stepped out from around the corner. "You're losing it," he muttered to himself. Then, he took another drag from his cigarette and continued on.

The Black Veil

Hey! So sorry I haven't posted yet. I started writing my intro post, but I'm gonna have to finish and post it tomorrow. It's kind of late for me, and my sleepy-time med is ruining my ability to continue writing coherently. But I will have it up tomorrow some time!

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<Snipped quote by frankieg>

We haven't started yet, I'm just waiting so people can get their sheets in first, Then i'll make the IC on the deadline on

July 14th

@ChronicleMan

Haha I pulled this up on my phone and could have sworn I'd seen a 6 next to IC, like we'd started. Don't mind me as I lose my mind 😅

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Crap, sorry! I didn't realize we started. I'll get caught up on the action and post today. And I'll pay more attention from now on, my bad!!

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Friedrich Schmidt

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Gender: Man
Age: 32
Nationality: German
Appearance: pinterest.com/pin/759278818467764799
Personal Effects:
His father's WWI trench watch
Simple wallet. Inside: hospital ID card, government ID card, the German Pharmaceutical Society membership card, photo of his parents
Small leather folio. Inside: pharmacy license, some medical reference pages, pencil, small notebook, simple business cards
Matches
Handkerchief
Pocket knife
Keys to his apartment and necessary hospital areas

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Background:

What is your job Pharmacist at a hospital; medication dealer on the black market
Backstory
Born in 1915 to Wilhelm (bricklayer) and Margarete (seamstress) Schmidt, Friedrich grew up in Berlin. His father was fighting in WWI as an infantryman when he was born. Being born into a working-class family, Friedrich finished primary school at age 14 (1929), at which point, he began an apprenticeship under a local pharmacist. The pharmacist, Schulz, agreed to take Friedrich on because he knew Friedrich's father; Wilhelm had worked on repairing his building years prior. During his apprenticeship, Friedrich attained more freedom from his parents. When he wasn't working and studying, he frequented local bars with his friends. The teen was introduced to Berlin's gay bar scene, which thrived before the Nazis took over. Friedrich began to question and explore his sexuality, finding himself more at home in gay clubs. He even heard of an institute started by Magnus Hirschfeld to help queer people and spread awareness of topics such as sex and sexuality. However, German society still looked down on gay people at the time, so Friedrich hid this side of himself for fear of losing his apprenticeship and family. In 1933 at age 18, he finished his apprenticeship, continuing to work at Schulz's pharmacy. They had a good professional relationship, and Friedrich wished to learn more from his mentor. Unfortunately, around that time, the Nazis took control. It was then that Hirschfeld's institute and various gay scenes were raided and destroyed, pushing Friedrich further and further into isolation. For fear of being arrested, the young closeted gay man now steered clear of the gay scenes. Unfortunately for him, someone in the neighborhood recognized Friedrich had been hanging around a known homosexual and reported him. The Gestapo interrogated Friedrich, suspecting him of being a homosexual himself. Fearing for his own safety and attempting to divert suspicion, Friedrich outed a friend, Klaus Schneider, to the Gestapo, a decision that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Klaus disappeared after that. Then, when Friedrich was 24, WWII began, at which point he was forced into the military as a medic based on his pharmacist experience. He spent the war in various parts, tending to wounded soldiers first in France and then on the Eastern front. His father, Wilhelm stayed in Berlin to help repair infrastructure after air raids, while his mother, Margarete, used her seamstress skills to give aid to the hospitals in the area. By the time the war ended, both of Friedrich's parents had died from the air raids, leaving him with no immediate family on his return. Due to the ruined state of Germany after the war, Friedrich wasn't any better off than his parents. He managed to get a cramped apartment with a few other veterans and a job at a hospital. Still, the young man needed extra money, so he's been selling various medications on the black market to make ends meet.

The Black Veil

I'm so interested! So here's my character. Let me know if I need to change anything. (Also this is my first time on this site, so if I mess up somehow, let me know!)

Friedrich Schmidt

Friedrich Schmidt

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Gender: Man
Age: 32
Nationality: German
Appearance: pinterest.com/pin/759278818467764799
Personal Effects:
His father's WWI trench watch
Simple wallet. Inside: hospital ID card, government ID card, the German Pharmaceutical Society membership card, photo of his parents
Small leather folio. Inside: pharmacy license, some medical reference pages, pencil, small notebook, simple business cards
Matches
Handkerchief
Pocket knife
Keys to his apartment and necessary hospital areas

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Background:

What is your job Pharmacist at a hospital; medication dealer on the black market
Backstory
Born in 1915 to Wilhelm (bricklayer) and Margarete (seamstress) Schmidt, Friedrich grew up in Berlin. His father was fighting in WWI as an infantryman when he was born. Being born into a working-class family, Friedrich finished primary school at age 14 (1929), at which point, he began an apprenticeship under a local pharmacist. The pharmacist, Schulz, agreed to take Friedrich on because he knew Friedrich's father; Wilhelm had worked on repairing his building years prior. During his apprenticeship, Friedrich attained more freedom from his parents. When he wasn't working and studying, he frequented local bars with his friends. The teen was introduced to Berlin's gay bar scene, which thrived before the Nazis took over. Friedrich began to question and explore his sexuality, finding himself more at home in gay clubs. He even heard of an institute started by Magnus Hirschfeld to help queer people and spread awareness of topics such as sex and sexuality. However, German society still looked down on gay people at the time, so Friedrich hid this side of himself for fear of losing his apprenticeship and family. In 1933 at age 18, he finished his apprenticeship, continuing to work at Schulz's pharmacy. They had a good professional relationship, and Friedrich wished to learn more from his mentor. Unfortunately, around that time, the Nazis took control. It was then that Hirschfeld's institute and various gay scenes were raided and destroyed, pushing Friedrich further and further into isolation. For fear of being arrested, the young closeted gay man now steered clear of the gay scenes. Unfortunately for him, someone in the neighborhood recognized Friedrich had been hanging around a known homosexual and reported him. The Gestapo interrogated Friedrich, suspecting him of being a homosexual himself. Fearing for his own safety and attempting to divert suspicion, Friedrich outed a friend, Klaus Schneider, to the Gestapo, a decision that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Klaus disappeared after that. Then, when Friedrich was 24, WWII began, at which point he was forced into the military as a medic based on his pharmacist experience. He spent the war in various parts, tending to wounded soldiers first in France and then on the Eastern front. His father, Wilhelm stayed in Berlin to help repair infrastructure after air raids, while his mother, Margarete, used her seamstress skills to give aid to the hospitals in the area. By the time the war ended, both of Friedrich's parents had died from the air raids, leaving him with no immediate family on his return. Due to the ruined state of Germany after the war, Friedrich wasn't any better off than his parents. He managed to get a cramped apartment with a few other veterans and a job at a hospital. Still, the young man needed extra money, so he's been selling various medications on the black market to make ends meet.

Trying to get back into RPing

Hello! I'm Frankie. 32yo, nonbinary trans guy. I used to roleplay a lot. I got really into it in my teens on gaiaonline lol I'm currently trying to get back into it as I miss connecting with others and writing together.

I RPed for several years before I kind of stepped away because life. I think my favorite genres are horror, fantasy, and crime. I LOVE LOTR, so I'd always be down for something similar to that. When this was a big hobby of mine, I could write paragraphs. It might take me a little bit to get back into the groove of things, especially since I'm using a site that's new to me. But I'm eager to get back into this; I miss it so much!

Besides writing, I also like video games, reading, hiking, gardening, nature, animals, true crime, and all kinds of music. And of course, LOTR as I've said lol