(PG-14, please have decent grammar, o/o or small group)
A German immigrant in 1776, Elise follows her hessian father to America when he goes to fight in the revolutionary war in the side of the British. While at home, Elise learns about the American cause and the spirit behind the revolution. She disguises herself as a man, renaming herself “Èlie” to join in the war on the opposite side of the war as her father. At the camp she makes a good amount of friends and she begins to finally feel comfortable (well, as comfortable as one can be in Valley Forge). But will anyone find out her real identity?
could i possibly join? this sounds interesting.
Sure! Would you like a template?
Here it is! I also added my character
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality: (anything other than straight will have to worry about the law/rumors, but it can add drama if the plot is getting slow)
Language(s):
Occupation:
Accent:
Appearance: (height, eye color, hair color/texture/length, beard?, facial markings)
Personality: (favorites, dislikes, talents, disorder(s)?, pros, cons)
Any other information (if applicable):
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Name: Elise Adel ( Also Élie Alter)
Gender: female (Èlie is male)
Sexuality: straight
Language(s): German, English
Occupation: none/daughter (Soldier)
Accent: heavy German
Appearance: 5’5”, blue eyes, auburn air, curly, long (cut short when she’s Élie, no beard, freckles under her jaw (might cause some problems with people recognizing her)
Personality
Favorites: green apples, toasted pie crusts, honey rum, fascination with swords, chess
Dislikes: loading/shooting the very inconvenient guns (hard to aim)
Talents: logic, sword fighting, reading nonfiction
Disorders: none, really
Pros: intelligent to have a conversation with, she’ll gladly play chess with you if you ask, won’t throw fit if you beat her at chess
Cons: hard to read (especially Élie), if you beat her at chess (or a debate she’s passionate about) it’ll hurt her pride and she’ll demand a rematch until she wins
Any other information (if applicable): INTP
Name: Muriel Krabitz
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Language(s): Russian, English
Occupation: Ukrainian immigrant, operating as an American soldier
Accent: Heavy Russian drawl
Appearance: 6'2", navy-blue eyes, blonde hair cut extremely short and bordering on buzz-cut, clean-shaven, sharp jawline with a mole located under the leftmost corner of his bottom lip.
Personality: Blunt, not really one for small talk, has trouble understanding English euphemisms, as he's slowly learning the language, doesn't enjoy people who hide their intentions from him, secretly a fan of operatic music, board games and has an insatiable sweet tooth, but would sooner die than admit any of it aloud to anyone.
Any other information (if applicable): N/A
Cool! We can add more characters later on too (biography wouldn’t be needed unless we want to add it), especially if someone else joins. I’ll write the starter
Elise stepped up to the camp entrance with a small bag of belongings in hand. She found the men’s clothing a lot more comfortable—and freeing—as opposed to the restrictive corsets and gowns the ladies were meant to wear. She rolled back her shoulders in the suit (which was a tad too big around her shoulders), straightened her tricorn hat and strutted forward to her assigned tent.
In her other hand she clutched the papers of acceptance into the army addressed to the name Élie Alter. This was going to be fine, everything was just fine.
Muriel sat in the tent, grinding the edge of his knife down on some poor piece of driftwood that he found outside, sharpening it into a point. The perfect timewaster until one of the newer recruits stepped inside, fresh blood. He didn't give the shorter man much acknowledgement outside of a simple glance up from his work, scanning him up and down, as though silently judging him for his frail form, before resuming his previous endeavor, scraping at quickly thinning wood.
Élie shifted uncomfortably in the ill-fitted suit, standing tall with feigned confidence, “Ah, Hallo, Sir. I assume zis is vhere I’m supposed to be, at least I vas told.” Luckily the heavy accent might suffocate the feminine undertone. Hopefully.
(Bump, also a couple others can join too still)
