And The Winter Came (O/O) CLOSED

You live in the fishing town of Harwhich, Massachusettes, in a time of Revolution. You watch from your isolation in the hook of Harwhich, the celebration following the creation of new America. But all you experience is the social rejection, until you overhear the plot to murder some of America's most notorious founding fathers.
Now it's up to you to save them.

NOTE: it's largely up to you what makes society hate your character, but during this time period, the following were highly shunned, even worthy of lynching (murder by mob):

• homosexuality
• epilepsy
• cleft palate
• basically any illness or deformity that made you look/act abnormally
• it was very common for women to dress as men and fight in the revolution. If found out, those women were often hung.
• it was commonly believed that because women had a uterus, they suffered insanity to a degree (hyst=uterus, hence "hysteria")

I don't think I'm in a o/o with you, so as long as my time restriction (mentioned in my bio) is okay, then I'd love to join!

I'll probably take a few more offers, but you'll definitely be considered!!

May I?

Sure!

Yay!
Do you want me to use someone familiar or a new character?

Someone new?

Alright!
Do you have a temp?

Oh, yeah!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
What makes them socially rejected?:
Appearance:
Persona:

Blep?)

((OOps, I was sorta waiting on yours but, whatevs XD))

Name: Ellen Cara Ainsworth
Age: 25
Gender: Female
What makes them socially rejected?: Heterochromia and "Hysteria"
Appearance: Ellen has paled freckled skin and auburn hair. She's a thin girl and stands at 5'7". Her face is oval shaped, her eyes are wide (The right is blue, the left is hazel-green), and she has soft medium length lashes. Her lips are naturally pouting and her nose is long
Persona: A very quiet girl, but she is far from shy. Ellen doesn't like to be talked down, and thus, she usually gets into a bout-full of trouble. She knows that her eyes unnerve a few people, her own mother especially. She prefers to keep her head down to avoid questions and stares but she will defend herself if someone blatantly insults her.

Oh, my bad, lol
Good character!

Thank you

Gimme a moment to think about my character.. lol, i'm starving right now, i'll probably be more creative after lunch..

Yeah, take your time!

Name: James McIntire
Age: 16
Gender: Male
What makes them socially rejected?: Born with a cleft lip.
Appearance: long black hair, forest green eyes. Still looks like he's eleven.
Persona: fiery and outspoken, but extremely dependent on Ellen. He is her neighbor, and had been babysat by her when he was young, and developed an almost obsessive son and mother bond since anyone else didn't really bother to befriend him.

Awww, the precious

Yessss
Shall I start?

Yes please

"Ellen," James spoke. They were outside, playing together, while their parents had more important things to attend to than their own children. The kid approached her with hands cupped over one another. "I got something," he smiled.

"Ooh.." Ellen smiled, divergent eyes shining bright. "Let me see, friend." She gestured for him to come closer.

He shuffled over, and showed her the naked baby bird he had in his cupped hands.

"Oh, James…" She cooed, looking to the small creature. "Where did you find it?" She asked him. "We probably took it from it's mother."

"No!" He exclaimed defensively, "I found it on the ground,"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." She apologized. "Here." Ellen removed her scarf, the collar of her dress conceal bruises along her neck, but a few were noticeable now that they were uncovered. Ellen didn't acknowledge it though. She wrapped her scarf cozily about the time baby bird. The poor thing wouldn't last long. She knew that much. But it would be easy to console James than it would to get rid of the bird before it died. James didn't just abandon things, his heart was to big.

James lifted his fingers to his mouth to nervously chew off bits of skin. "How are we gonna feed it?"

"My papa has worms we can squish and feed to it. But I have a better question:" She smiled. "What shall we name it?"

He spat out a bit of cuticle off his lips. "Um," he smiled with crooked teeth, "Leanord,"

With a nod. Ellen lowered his hand from his mouth. "Leanord it is." She stated. She ran a hand down his head. "How about you gather some stuff for a nice nest for Leanord, hmm?"