forum The American Revolution With A Hint Of Magic (Open)

Started November 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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"That's mildly unfortunate." Amelia deadpanned. She wasn't sure who the man in question was, but at this moment in time more dead bodies equaled more blood for her to consume. The Guajona pressed a hand against her brow as the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. She made a soft hissing sound before moving under the eave of the infirmary.

(Name: Oscar Clark
Other name: Os
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/species: Humani
Sexuality and relationship status: Bisexual. Single and ready to mingle
Nationality: French American immigrant
Family: None. All dead from smallpox
Companions: Dog named Jack
Affiliation: Patriot
Occupation/rank: Lieutenant
Appearance: Unusually pale for being from France and Nebraska
Skin color:Pale olive
Hair colour, type and length: Brown, shaggy, neck length
Eye colour: Green
Height: 5’7’
Weight: 135 Lbs
Build: Athletic, lean
General clothing: Black wool pants, white shirt, blue and black waistcoat.
Powers and abilities?: Ability of Osteokinesis and Picnokinesis. Bone manipulation is incredibly painful, but can also regrow the bones he uses almost instantly. Can create shells of energy shells around his sword, and make explosions with his Aura, a Humani thing.
Weapons and items?: Flintlock pistol, hanger short sword
Skills: Public speaking, communication, fencing and shooting.
Strengths: Courageous, insistent, intelligent.
Weaknesses: Quick temper, rushes into things, procrastinates.
Personality: Very open and kind to everyone he meets. Loves all animals, hates to see any living creature harmed. Very defensive and protective of those in his charge. Runs hand through hair a lot when speaking. Jittery, and has extremely high energy.)

"That's mildly unfortunate." Amelia deadpanned. She wasn't sure who the man in question was, but at this moment in time more dead bodies equaled more blood for her to consume. The Guajona pressed a hand against her brow as the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. She made a soft hissing sound before moving under the eave of the infirmary.

"Alright, Miss Amelia, please help me dispose of the body, then we'll get you some food," Angela said, briskly walking into the infirmary and to a fever-ridden man. "Here you go dear, keep this on your head till it melts, then get another medic to get you some more." She told him, patting his shoulder and walking over to the now dead man.

Alex watched them go, and leaned against the side of the building, letting the cold air wash over his face. He was still tapping on his leg. "Monster" "hellspawn" "devil" "Dúnmharú" "dusachtach" He took a deep breath. A nearby ghost flickered slightly, and he glanced at it, then away again. One two three. One two three. He counted to himself again.

Sighing, the Guajona followed Angela into the infirmary. She strode through, holding her breath and keeping her eyes trained on the dead man a few beds in. She didn't need to breathe, but it did make her appear a bit more human. The smell of blood with thick in the air, if she left herself go for even a moment, it would be hell. Without waiting for Angela's instructions, Amelia lifted the dead man with ease. "Where shall I take him?" She said softly, she would need to inhale if she wanted to speak again. Dammit.

"Anywhere dear, you can take him to our cabin as long as you get rid of it afterward." Angela smiled softly. She headed to a man just taken in, another smallpox victim. He wouldn't last long. And just a small boy too. Fifteen at most. She shook her head, gently holding the man's head in her hands before snapping his neck, whispering a small prayer. "I'm sorry child. This is so you do not suffer."

Amelia nodded, watching Angela do her work. Now that her hunger would be sated, she inhaled and spoke once more. "I would take him too," Amelia nodded at the youth, a flicker of her usual playful smirk shadowing her features. "But small pox leaves a taste that isn't all pleasing." She spun on her heel, the man's heavy body like a feather, and darted out to her cabin on the far end of the encampment too fast for any human to plainly see.

Hey, would I still be able to join?

Angela let out a loud whistle, alerting the other medics. "I'm going to start doing inoculations, tell Washington I'm busy if he asks." She stated. "Please take the other patients who are not in dire need to the other room." Angela smiled softly before pulling out a few bottles and tools out of her pouches and onto her desk.

Hey, would I still be able to join?

(You know what, just for ignoring when I asked politely that you please put your ooc words in parentheses then asking again when I said you were free to go, no, no you would not.)

Name: Elisabeth Kiel
Other name(s): Lissy
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race/species: At least half human, with an unknown magical parent
Sexuality and relationship status: Bisexual, not in a relationship
Nationality: American with German origin
Family: Adopted by other German immigrants after her birth parents abandoned her
Companions: Ziel, a trained falcon
Alliance(s): Patriots
Affiliation(s): Patriots
Occupation/rank: Sharpshooter
Appearance: Fairly small and wiry, but with muscles from doing farm work. Usually keeps her face obscured with a hat or a scarf due to a jagged scar down her left cheek. Brown hair tied back and tucked out of the way. Narrow face and features.
Skin color: Light with some freckles from her time working on the farm
Hair colour, type and length: Medium-light brown, fairly thin and usually tucked into the back of her shirt in a low braid.
Eye colour: Medium brown
Height: Around 5'3"
Weight: Average
Build: Fairly small, wiry but with strong arms and legs.
General clothing: Stolen army attire: black breeches, tall white socks, white shirt, and a blue jacket. Also has a grey cap and a grey scarf. Sturdy boots.
Powers and abilities: Lissy has a strong sense of premonition and can sense actions and movements before they happen while tuned in, hence why she's a crack shot. She can, however, tone down her senses as overusing it causes exhaustion and potentially collapse.
Weapon(s) and items: A grey cap and a grey scarf, a fairly small satchel that has a canteen and a leather bag with some coins in it, and a rifle that she slings across her back.
Skill(s): Talented sharpshooter, can work for long stretches without tiring
Strengths: Skilled shooter, very agile and quick on her feet, owns and trained Ziel.
Weaknesses: Overusing her magic makes her tired and can cause her to collapse for up to hours.
Personality: Lissy is a bit paranoid, and very driven to succeed. She dislikes spending long amounts of time in the company of others and would much prefer to be up in a tree with Ziel. After her family's farm was claimed by British soldiers and her family kicked out, Lissy was seperated from them in the panic that followed and was never reunited. She survived as a petty thief for a few years before signing on with the Continental Army. While Lissy usually keeps her scar covered, a small part of her still hopes that someone will recognize her and reunite her with her family.

Lovely!))

Name: Finn Bishop

Other name(s): I don't think he has any but I might change.

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race/species: Witch

Sexuality and relationship status: Gay and single

Nationality: He's not really sure. He knows his mother was from an unknown country in Africa. His father's family was as well but his father was born in Britain. Finn was born in America. He has a mix of both his parents accents

Family: His parents died but he has a seven-year-old sister and a friend who is practically his sister. They are both also witches. his friend, willow, is watching his sister while all of this is happening.

Companions: His friend Willow, but she isn't around. His familiar a small cat named Bell.

Alliance(s): Patriots

Affiliation(s): Patriots

Occupation/rank: Medic

Appearance: He has light brown skin and brown eyes. He has black curly hair that he tries to trim and keep neat. he has a small scar on his forehead and a long scar on his leg. His arms have dozens of burns and his left hand is completely scared. He tries his best to look put together.

Skin color: dark brown

Hair colour, type and length: black very curly and neatly trimmed

Eye colour: dark brown almost looks black

Height: 5'9

Weight: 140 lb

Build: He's slightly muscular but also skinny from limited access to food

General clothing: shirt and pants. His clothes are old but he tries to make sure they are neat

Powers and abilities?: (If this is allowed.) He can use some spells to move objects and protect himself but he mainly just focuses on potions and sigils. wanting to help people rather than fight them

Weapon(s) and items?: He doesn't have an Item but he has lots of healing potions and other types of potions. He also has plenty of herbs and other ingredients to make more.

Skill(s): potion making and simple defense spells. He is also good at memorizing things like sigils

Strengths: healing potions but is also good at human medicines and medical technics.

Weaknesses: He cares too much for other people. Putting them before himself. He also gets weak if he uses spells.

Personality: He tries his best to seem unthreatening. His race and being a witch seems to make people think he's a threat. He smiles a lot no matter his actual emotions. He puts others feelings and needs before himself. He is extremely loyal but will heal an enemy as long as they don't pose an active threat to his side. He had to grow up fast. Taking care of his sister after his parents passed away when he was only 15.
(let me know if I should add/change anything)