forum The American Revolution, with a dash of magic (Open)

Started March 06, 2020 by Deleted user

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America's greatest strength during the Revolution was Washington, right? Wrong. The real greatest strength was the magic users who decided that they might as hell join the fighting.

They helped at Valley Forge, they helped at Saratoga, they even helped the snipers. All with a hint of magic, of course.

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Name: Angela De Marco

Other name(s): Angel, Ange, The Angel of The Rebellion, etc.

Age: She looks like a young woman, but has been alive for a very long time.

Gender: Female

Race/species: An immortal race that closely resembles an angel.

Sexuality and relationship status: Bisexual, but prefers females.

Nationality: Her voice has a slight hint of British or French, as most Americans do at this time.

Family: Angela cares for everyone in the army as her family.

Companions: She has a peach canary named Belore that perches on her shoulder 24/7.

Affiliation(s): Patriot

Occupation/rank: Angela is a traveling doctor/medic.

Appearance: Standing 5' 4" tall, this olive-skinned woman has a warm feeling about her.
She has a plump face, a straight nose, and thin lips. Her light brown eyes are slanted and she has arched eyebrows.
She has knee-length, curly, white hair which is un-styled.
She has toned arms and slender hands, a lean torso, angular hips, long legs, and average-sized feet.

General clothing: Angela wears a long black, high waisted, skirt with a white tunic tucked into it. She has sturdy black boots on her feet and wears a few pouches on her belt with different medical tools.

Powers and abilities?: Angela can mute pain for a certain amount of time and can heal wounds. However, the healing takes a lot out of her and it transfers the pain onto her for five minutes afterward.

Weapon(s) and items?: In her pouches, she has a few sharp scalpels and she has an iron knife with a gold hilt in her boot.

Skill(s): Angela is a healer, she doesn't get squeamish and is completely immune to all sicknesses.

Weaknesses: Her magic's side effects.

Of course my dear!!

Go wild!!

:)

It's open!

Name: Elizabeth Broadwell

Other name(s): Beth, goes by Edward in the military

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race/species: Human

Sexuality and relationship status: She won’t let herself admit that she likes women and she is single

Nationality: She considers herself American, not British

Family: Her parents, Rebecca and John Broadwell, and her younger brother (17) Edward, who she pretends to be to join the army

Companions: N/A

Alliance(s): N/A

Affiliation(s): Patriot

Occupation/rank: Sharpshooter

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Skin color: Very pale, like porcelain

Hair colour, type and length: Dark brown wavy hair that she has cut to her chin

Eye colour: Light hazel with streaks of green

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 115 pounds

Build: Very slim and gangly, which allows her to pass for a boy

General clothing: White cotton shirt and a raggedy blue wool coat, with brown trousers and moccasins

Powers and abilities?: She has slight telekinesis that she uses when she shoots

Weapon(s) and items?: A longrifle, with pouches for gunpowder and shot, and a knife at her belt

Skill(s): She is a great shot with and without her telekinesis, and knows how to navigate and survive in the wild

Weaknesses: Her telekinesis doesn’t allow her to control objects larger than her hand, and it gives her a massive headache if she uses it for too long

Personality: Beth is put-together and determined to support the rebellion, and will disobey authority if she believes she is right. She is practical and intelligent in her actions.

I love her!!

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Name: Crowley Foster

Other name(s): Lieutenant Colonel Crow Call

Age: 227

Gender: Male

Race/species: Vampire

Sexuality and relationship status: He is openly gay and dares people to try to do something about it. Until around the outbreak of the war, Crowley was in a relationship with a man named Toby Reagan. They were both enlisted to fight for Great Britain; however, Toby had soon died in the fighting. So now he's single.

Nationality: British

Family: He was born to a poor mother and father back in 1538. He had two sisters named Mercy and Katherine who had died sometime in early 1597. He had outlived both of them and his parents by a long shot due to being bitten by a vampire he had encountered in 1560(He was 22), 40 years before they were widely talked about in Europe. Since then, he laid low and had kept the young appearance of his 22-year-old self. Due to having no living relatives from his expected lifetime, he spends most of his leisure time talking to friends instead of writing letters home to his 'family'

Companions: He has a Mackerel Tabby cat named Sebastian.

Alliance(s): N/A

Affiliation(s): Army of Great Britain

Occupation/rank: Lieutenant Colonel of the British Army

Appearance

Skin color: It's more of an alabaster colour. He's quite pale so he sunburns semi-easily.

Hair colour, type, and length: He has golden blonde hair that reaches a little way past his shoulders.

Eye colour: Crowley was born with crystal blue eyes; however, since being bitten by that vampire, his eyes are red on a constant. Though, he can control how they appear. (between blue and red)

Height: 180cm

Weight: 80kg

Build: For being in an army, Crowley isn't as muscular as one would imagine. He actually has pretty thin and soft features. He has light muscling, but not much really. His body shape is like an upside-down isosceles triangle of sorts. Due to his small frame, he was sent on a very elaborate mission. He was dressed up as a guy, pretending to be a girl, pretending to be a guy. It was a very confusing mission, to say the least.

General clothing: Something like this when he's in battle. Otherwise, he's usually wearing black, long-sleeved button-ups, black knee-high, boots, and white pants. And he wears this coat over it.

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Powers and abilities?: As most vampires are, he is extremely fast and strong; however, he is weak to the sun without the protection of an amulet(which he keeps in his coat pocket). He can reattach his limbs once they are cut off. Though, if they are destroyed completely, he can't just grow a new one.

Weapon(s) and items?: He always has a crow call with him. He most often uses this to call in a murder of crows to distract his enemies so that he can kill them while they're distracted. He also, like other soldiers, has a musket with a bayonet on it. He keeps a blade in his boot in case of an 'emergency'.

Skill(s): Crow calling, close combat, he can lift heavy objects, seduction(???).

Strengths: He's a fast runner and uh… see skills.

Weaknesses: The sun(without his amulet), doesn't listen to his orders very well, though it sometimes is for the better, he gets distracted by animals easily, he flirts with enemy officers.

Personality: He's a very flirtatious dude. He just wants to have a little fun every now and again, though people commonly tell him that there's no time for that in a war. His motto is "It's all fun and games until my cat gets hurt" and he stands by it. He will murder for what he cares about (most commonly his cat) and makes no joke of his threats if he makes any. (more will possibly be added, I just can't be bothered rn lmao)

(Is he alright?)

Of course!!

You can join Sorrel!!
And yeah, give me a moment to write out a starter

It was a cold day, as usual, in Valley Forge. Angela had a thin layer of fabric of her shoulders as she headed out of the small infirmary to gather some snow. A soldier had gotten sick and was running a high fever. The only thing Angela could do for him right now was put some snow onto his head and prescribe rest. Low spirits. One of our doctors even left last night…

Beth was bundled up inside her tent that she shared with four other men, unable to do anything but shiver. One of the soldiers in the corner let out a hacking cough, and she quickly leapt to her feet, desperate to escape the sickened air. The cold is preferable to dying of fever, she thought, as she exited the tent.

Angela spotted Beth, or Edward, as she was known by in the army and called out to her. "Edward, how are you dear?" She made her way toward the other, having been outside to get more snow for the sick. She would have to do some more rounds of inoculation today and needed to numb her patients skin.

Beth started at the sound of her new name, still not quite accustomed to it. “Oh- well, thank you,” she replied with a little nod. “A little restless, if I had to admit. Do you require any assistance?” Beth hated to have nothing to do, and she hoped that she could at least do something of meaning today.

Angela smiled softly, shaking her head. "Not at the moment, is there anything I can do for you, hun?" She asked. She often acted as a mother figure for everyone in the army, even poor George.