Rodney's Vitals
Name: Rodney Haroldson
Race: Human
Shortdesc: Spiked Black Hair, Beautiful Blue Eyes
Position: Paramedic
Fame: Slowly growing, against his will
Temperament: Fun-loving, passionate
Themesong: Artist in the Ambulance - Thrice
Matt Sanders as Rodney Haroldson


WARNING: This information should be considered OOC Knowledge unless one has the IC means to access it.

A paramedic that's well known around the local ER's and police services. He always seems to draw the graveyard shift. He has recently returned to Chicago after a time away.


Most of the time that you meet Rodney, he's laid back and relaxing. He blows off his steam quickly, letting it out by working on his boat (The Persphone) or toss back a few drinks at The Basement. If he's on duty, he's still clearly the same guy, but limits his stress relief to a coffee at the cafe://polychrome. His laid back personality gets subverted on a few occasions, the first of which is directly related to work. Rodney has no desire to be a hero, but when someone is in trouble, he comes, and damn the circumstances. With that he doesn't care who the patient or victim is, human or preter. The other view of himself is a much darker one, where the young man appears to contain a deathwish, and does many things that bring him periliously close to that end. During this, he tries to avoid those that he knows, to keep any from being aware of this other self.

Theme Song

Artist in the Ambulance - Thrice

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets


I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and


Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance


Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound


Rodney's childhood was rough. An orphan on the streets of Chicago, he spent many days huddled behind a dumpster, or bouncing in and out of shelters for as long as he can remember. He is sure he had parents, afterall everyone does, but he has no memory of them that he is aware of. He learned early as a street kid not to sleep at night, because that's when the other things came out, and when things were the most dangerous. One of his most vivid memories involves him being cornered in an alleyway when he was about 8 years old, some snarling beast stalking him as the moon was clear and full. His mind tells him today it was a great cat, but in the mind of a child, it could have been any were creature. He recalls it comig close, and he knew that it was to be the death of him. Suddenly though a woman appeared, grasping the creature and tossign it from the alley, saving him for reasons he didn't know. She took him to 'safety' and the next night fed off him before tossing him back to the streets again. For years the behavior continued, with him realizing that by offering his blood, his body… he could have a 'safe' place to sleep, a warm bed. His need for safety, became an addiction to the danger of dancing with death each night, to the thrill and the pain of allowing them to use him.


  • Lt. Tom Haroldson - A now retired CFD member who unofficially adopted Rodney, likely saving him from the streets. (NPC)

Recent Unfoldings

  • Sponsorship - A talk at the cafe, and Rodney finds his specialty.
  • Wolf Attack - Rodney is called to an attack, and brings the survivor to the hospital.
  • Too Late - He learns about Talen's fate.


RP Hooks

Are you a firefighter, did you know Lt. Haroldson? Those are his family.



  • He is learning to play the bass guitar, being taught by Sable and her band's bassist Dez
  • Once having an address in the Bridgeport Arms, Rodney primarily live in his boat, The Persephone off the Navy Pier. More recently though, he's been seen in the Hancock Building.

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