Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Pierre nodded, unsure of what to say. He settled foe tentatively stroking the beautiful bird's soft plumage.

André sighed, "I had been begging for food all night in the rain,"

"aaaaAAAAAAAAA!!!" The bird screamed dramatically, feathers fluffing up. Edonine didn't seem fased, so her bird must usually be unecessarily loud.

Annalise was still lecturing her little brother about disappearing last night. "Oliver, you are too young for stealing! You had no clue what you were doing! What if you had gotten caught, hm?"

((Idk what I'm doing help))

Pierre flinched back, resisting the urge to clamp his hands over his ears. Trying to calm the bird down, he wrestled with the concept that he had clearly changed, it was getting harder and harder for him to muster the usual burning anger.
(getting hit by lightning can cause personality changes, apparently)
(@CW-Poof, I could make a second character to keep yours occupied, if Lil is fine with it?)

Yea thats fine! :) )

The bird bobbed his head, leaning to pull at a crease in his pants. "Water!" the bird chortled. "Look at the lines!"

(thanks, @Poof are you okay with it too?)

Pierre gave it a confused look, swatting it away from a…. questionable spot on his trousers and attempting to pet his head.

André sighed, "I had been begging for food all night in the rain,"

“Then why did you offer to buy me food?” Jane asked. It was one of the few things she remembered before she was lost in the whiskey.

He smiled. "Jane, it was for my fellow men," he explained.

The bird started screaming again.

"Delta!" Edonine snapped from the kitchen, and the bird quieted.

He smiled. "Jane, it was for my fellow men," he explained.

“Why?” she asked worriedly. “Are they starving?”

"We are waiting for… Restocks. Parliament is stalling for some reason," he admitted.

(this bird is awesome)

Pierre decided he was better off ignoring the bird, and attempted to do just that.

The cockatoo hopped along, picking up a shell and flipping it up and down in his beak. From the kitchen, the bronze haired woman prepared a meal.

Pierre sat there, trying to think back to the events of the accident.

(thanks, @Poof are you okay with it too?)

Pierre gave it a confused look, swatting it away from a…. questionable spot on his trousers and attempting to pet his head.

((Yeah!))

Everything had just gone fiery white for Pierre..

(awesome, thanks, I'll get their template up in a sec)

…. And he didn't remember much else. Before that, there had been a stupid thief and a redneck demanding respect at a tavern.. and the rest of the day was blank. Hell, he didn't even remember what he had been wearing that day.
Speaking of clothing… Pierre glanced down at his current apparel, which was unfamiliar to him, meaning that someone must have changed his clothes while he was staying here. And Edonine seemed to be living alone…. His cheeks went red

Lol)

Outside the windows, he could see groves of fruit trees and vegetables. Chickens wandered in flocks through the plants.

Name: Sebastian Timothy Marcellus
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Bronzed golden curls, sort of sandy, cut shorter on the side and messier on the top, fair skin with a peachy-pink undertone on his cheeks, nose, shoulders, cheekbones, and knuckles, tawny gold eyes, like caramel, that capture the light and reflect it more than most people’s do. Sort of a far-off, dreamy gaze, pronounced cheekbones, light brown-dirty blonde eyebrows, thick lashes, but ones that aren’t particularly dark. Freckles e v e r y w h e r e, subtle in colour but all over his body, can have a blotchy complexion when very emotional. His face will flush or go pink very easily, especially when he’s flustered, but his face can close very quickly, it's clear that he does not mess around.. Has a lean body, strong but not buff, visible muscles on his arms. A faint crosshatching of golden hair on his arms, has very light thin facial hair when he grows it out but almost always kept it shaved, scarred hands. Tiny nicks and bruises all over his body, clearly lives on the rough side of life, usually covered in some sort of dirt or grime.
Personality: Has grow a tough shell over time, can seem amiable and laid-back at first but has a darker side once you've scratched the surface. Emotionally scarred, very slow to trust, good liar, knows when to be polite. Has difficulty expressing certain emotions, mostly positive ones, isn't a fan of socialization, is very, very layered. Once you get past his darker side, he's a very musical person, some would even call him a dreamer, but only deep inside.
Allegiance: Rebel
Other: Low on the social scale, poor, sort of 'ragtag'. His little sister went insane when she was six (he was sixteen) and jumped off a bridge. Her death still haunts him. Parents gave up on him early, but were very distant to begin with.
(sorry he's super detailed, I copy and pasted most of this from character page)

(is he okay?)

Lol)

Outside the windows, he could see groves of fruit trees and vegetables. Chickens wandered in flocks through the plants.

(lol)

The fruit trees intrigued him, drawing his focus away from his embarrassing thoughts. He glanced back at the kitchen, but his 'caretaker' was nowhere to be seen, so he managed to twist himself around enough to peer out of the window.

((He is awesome thb))

thanks uwu :))
If Lil approves him, how do you want him to bump into your girl?

((Sure!))

"We are waiting for… Restocks. Parliament is stalling for some reason," he admitted.

Jane stood up. "I'll be right back. Don't move!" she ordered and hurried off she returned with a large leather pouch, which she placed in his hand.

Aww! My s o n )

John looked down at his palms and what she'd left. "What is this?"

(thanks, so he's okay?)

Apples, pears, cherries, a struggling attempt at a banana tree and a mulberry tree. Blackberry and raspberr bushes grew between two great oaks, both of which shaded the woodsy backyard.

Pierre was extremely tempted to get closer, but he knew that Edonine would kill him if she found him up and about.