Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Okedoke! Feel free to work your character in anyway you like. This could get interesting now that we have characters on all sides of the war)

(Can I join?)

(Awesome thanks, I’m about to go to another class, so I’ll post later if that’s okay)

@"Santa’s Secretary 🎄 maybe, we'll see if the first person who joined reploes, lol )

(Okay! Btw, call me Camie. I just changed my name for Christmas 😂)

Ok!)

(srry about that, I was at school)

Thats ok)

@"Santa’s Secretary 🎄" yeah you can join, seems the other two folks stalled out OvO

Awesome! Call me Camie, chicka!

(sorry, I had a reply ready but I must have forgotten)

Pierre's eyes shifted nervously from person to person; some already tipsy and staggering around, others only on their first drink. The bar was small and reeked of sweat and filth, but the smell wasn't exactly foreign to him, so it was easy enough to ignore. He lifted his drink to his lips, careful to measure out his sips. Given the fact that anybody could be in favour of England, it was probably best to stay sober as to not spill his background or his secrets.

Ahh ur alive!)

André took a step back in surprise— the apple left a surprisingly painful spot on his forehead. He turned forward and ran a few meters just to get out of range of the angry man. And the rain. The rain made it worse.

(xD yeah, sorry)
(Camie, could your character be in the same bar as Pierre when you start, so I can have something to do with him? If not that's completely fine!)

(xD yeah, sorry)
(Camie, could your character be in the same bar as Pierre when you start, so I can have something to do with him? If not that's completely fine!)

(It's cool! My character is going to be a woman, though. And yes, I realize the conditions that women at the time had. ;D)

(np, sorry)

((Hey, if you're still open, could I join? I have a character that I've been looking for an excuse to use, and this is perfect for her!))

Go ahead & post a bio)

((Name: Annalise Smith
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, but there wasn't a name for it at the time so she just says nothing
Looks: Long, wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin that's freckled from being outside so much
Personality: Snarky, rebellious, independent, brave, confidant, flirtatious if she wants or needs to be
Role: A supporter of the revolution who tries to help the continental army
(At the time, there were actually quite a few women who did this, despite what people thought they could do. There's actually quite a few stories of women administering medicine, destroying crops so the British couldn't get them, and even joining in battle and firing cannons)
Other: She grew up stealing money and food for her younger brothers, as no one suspected the young girl. She became quite good at this, and now uses the skill to steal food for the army and sometimes tries to help when there's a nearby battle))

Awesome character! Feel free to try and sneak her into the story now )

Name: Jane Brenner
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Wavy brown hair around shoulder length; brown eyes; slightly-shorter-than-average-height
Personality: keeps to herself most of the time, but she knows her beliefs and hold to them very firmly
Hobbies: sewing, reading, writing
Affiliation: Loyalist
Other info: …

(Is she good?)

Yep!)

Kelton shut the door when the man didn't need anything else. He quickly looked around the house to see if anyone had woken up, sighing in relief as he slowly went back to where his book was.

(Srry it's short, I gtg somewhere rn)

(So, can someone give me a brief synopsis so I can best fit Jane in?)

Thats ok)

Out of frustration, André flung off his bright red coat off to the side. He took a turn into a tavern; the General wouldn't mind, surely. This was a thankless job, begging for food. But the King wasn't helping.
John took a seat, rubbed a hand through his soaked hair and pulled out the ribbon holding it back.

Annalise stood at the side of the tavern, waiting for the moment she could steal a bit of food from the kitchen- or money from a patron. She crept a bit closer to the door, trying to look as if she had just been waiting for someone. She watched a couple walk in, humming to herself.

John rubbed his worn hands over his face several times. His eyes looked dreary and heavy, he looked absolutely wiped out. And grateful once he had his hands on a glass of whiskey.

Pierre’s eyes slid sideways when a man approached the bar and ordered, stiffening when he heard his accent. Goddamn Brits, he growled inwardly, staying silent and taking another sip of his drink.

Jane stayed closest to the wall along the bar so she could see everything. She hadn't ordered anything yet, she was just observing for now.

André watched everyone else from the corner where he sat. His eyes fell on Pierre. Frenchmen. England hated France. In his opinion, they had a right to. His lip curled with conditioned disgust and he sipped his whiskey. Hopefully this foul mood and his consciousness would pass with alcohol.

"Anything, miss?" the bartender asked Jane.
"No, thank you," she said. He shrugged and walked away. Jane leaned her head tiredly on the wall.