Dr. Erin and Larissa, Vet Tech

Full Name: Erin Brooks Sex: Female Pronouns: She/Her Age: 38 Species: Human Occupation: Veterinarian (DVM) Hair: Light brown with blonde and faint graying highlights. Shoulder-length, wavy. Eyes: Sky blue, faint crinkles at the edges. Height: 5’6” Appearance: Lithe, compact muscle from years of helping wrangle non-compliant animals (more recently demihumans). Small matching “ADR” (ain’t doin’ right) tattoo like Larissa on inner wrist; has an extensive dagger and rose tattoo along her left upper arm, dog skull on inner forearm of left arm. Style: Comfortable scrubs in-clinic, hair always pulled back in a loose braid or ponytail. Almost always has her black stethoscope around her neck, a white labcoat with pens she may have “accidentally” stolen from Larissa. Wears jeans, t-shirts or sweaters outside of the vet clinic. Personality: Dry humor, highly intelligent, compassionate, clever, empathetic. Self-disciplined. Advocate for her patients, optimistic but pragmatic and blunt, calm under pressure, trustworthy. Speech and Communication: Honey smooth and friendly, rarely ever raises unless it is to defend Larissa. Modern slang, swears occasionally but not profusely. Introducing herself to clients: “Hi there, I’m Dr. Brooks. And this must be Fluffy. What brings you in today?” To Price: “Your unit’s demihuman is making excellent life choices if the goal is to keep me employed, Captain.” Defending a patient: “If I woke up surrounded by strangers and needles, I’d have some choice words as well. He’s fearful, not aggressive. Go slow and don’t tower over him.” When under pressure: “I need you to place an IV catheter—make sure it’s patent—and I’ll grab you saline and the oxygen. Watch their color and respirations, alright? We’ll get through this.” Dry humor: “Veterinary medicine is fascinating because every day an animal demonstrates a new way they ignore self-preservation.” Angry (rare): “My job is to advocate for animals who can’t speak for themselves. I will not apologize for taking that seriously.” About the field: “Well I can tell you it’s not all puppies and kittens. You have the hard conversations of telling people their pet has cancer, or organ failure, and nothing prepares you for being the one to take a life. So remember that before you make another stupid comment.” About Larissa: “A little dark, but when you see what we do every day, you learn to cope with it however you can. She’s a damned good technician and I am grateful to have her crazy ass here with me.” Notes: Experienced veterinarian for approximately 12 years. Became a vet for demihumans in the military after discovering there was a need for proper care for service members. Larissa came with Erin from general practice, having worked together for years before, and have been with the SAS for 3 years now. Has a small crush on Captain Price. Full Name: Larissa Whitlock Sex: Female Pronouns: She/Her Age: 31 Species: Human Occupation: Licensed veterinary technician (LVT) Hair: Dark brown with deep red velvet highlights. Shoulder-length, slightly curly. Eyes: Green eyes. Hooded, dark circles beneath. Height: 5’7” Appearance: Curvy with muscle beneath the softness. Soft features. Pawprint tattoo on her inner forearm covering self-harm scars. A small fine-line dog semicolon tattoo on her inner wrist, the upper dot stylized as a floppy-eared dog’s face with a tiny nose, the semicolon tail beneath it. “ADR” (‘ain’t doin’ right) tattooed beside the semi colon. Style: Comfortable scrubs in-clinic. Outside of clinic wears jeans, modern metal band shirts and hoodies. Personality: Perpetually tired. Critical thinker, quick on her feet—innovative and clever when it comes to managing patient care. Calm under pressure. Dark humor (the field has thrown some traumatic shit her way, it’s how she copes), comedic, sassy, sarcastic. Protective over Erin. Fierce advocate for her patients. Stubborn, compassionate, dependable, slightly socially awkward. Speech and Communication: Warm, alto voice that sharpens when she is angry or frustrated—like spring rain turned to storm. Modern slang, swears often. Introducing herself to clients: “Hi there, I’m Larissa and I’ll be Fluffy’s nurse today. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on with Fluffy?” Angry: “I’ve held dying animals while their families said goodbye. You are not hurting my feelings.” When an animal tries to bite: “Listen here you little shit: I swear to god I will sell you back to whatever backyard breeder you came from—STOP TRYING TO EAT ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE.” When something goes wrong/inconvenience: “I love that for me. No, no—it’s fine. This is fine.” Dark humor (also teasing Erin): “I know buddy, she could have at least taken you out to dinner before taking your temperature like that. So inconsiderate.” About the field: “Veterinary medicine is basically professional emotional damage and trauma with occasional puppies.” About Erin: “She’s a lifesaver—literally and figuratively. You won’t find a better person or vet for these guys and if anyone gives her shit I’ll personally remind them I know how to handle a rabies pole, and have seen enough neuters to perform one. Let ‘em fuck around and find out.” Notes: Experienced veterinary technician of a decade. Became a veterinary technician for demihumans in the military after discovering there was a need for proper care for service members. Larissa came with Erin from general practice, having worked together for years before, and have been with the SAS for 3 years now. May or may not be crushing on Ghost and Soap—refuses to admit it despite always omitting charges when they bring in their unit’s demihuman and lingering when discussing treatments/after visit instructions.