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Civil War RP
I’ve noticed that there are no historical fiction RP’s going on right now, so I’ve decided to make one.
You can either be a solider, nurse, slave, spy, or a drummer. The RP will start before the war starts and continue into and possibly to the end of the war. If you would like to join please fill out the form below. Two characters is the limit per person.
Name:
Age:
Job/position:
Personality:
Appearance:
Background:
Other:
My character:
Name: Lydia Trumbel
Age: 15
Job/position: Nurse for the Union
Personality: Very hard working, she loves any books she can get a hold of, she is a bit temperamental at times ( she kinda has a Hermione type personality), she is very smart. She had a future as a teacher, she was planing to be one, but then the war came on and she decided to help the wounded instead.
Appearance: Very long legs which make her a fast runner, dirty-blonde hair always hanging loosely at her shoulders, deep green eyes that almost reflect like water, she wears teh typical nurse uniform, she has a dusting of freckles on her face.
Background: She comes from South Carolina. Her Dad is a doctor, her Mom died giving birth to her brother Elijah, and her older brother August is fighting in the war for the Union. She comes from a middle class family.
Other: None right now...
submitted by Horse Spirit Girl
(February 12, 2016 - 6:08 pm)
(February 12, 2016 - 6:08 pm)
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(May 5, 2016 - 8:09 am)
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(May 6, 2016 - 4:53 pm)
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(May 6, 2016 - 5:23 pm)
Okay, here is my next part.
Lydia~
They moved me to a new hospital; I knew that would happen. I’ve left the patients I grew so fond of at the hospital in Washington. I got some of their familys' addresses, so I can keep in touch with them when they go home. I’ve left Mrs. Morgan, even though she may seem faulted and grumpy: I grew quite fond of her. Then there’s the solider Elijah, he had a great sense of humor and reminded me of August; I’ve got his address. Eliza was transferred to another hospital like me. I think the one that Sarah is at.
I share my new quarters with a nurse named Hannah. She seems veery nice and kind. She is also quiet. I’ve been wondering if she likes to read books... If so, maybe one time we could discuss and see if we’ve read any of the same ones. She seems like a fantastic nurse: she tends to her patients well, knows the proper treatments to give, and cheers her patients up when they seem to have lost all hope. I wish I had mastered number three of what she does well. Sometimes I’m too nervous about what I’m doing and forget to tell the patient it’ll be alright. She also seems to spend a lot of time caring for a patient called Travis. I haven’t cared for him yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever. I wonder what his background is...
I find asking soldiers their background–where they’re from, what side they fought on, and what they did in and before the war–rather interesting and sometimes sad. Usually they like to talk about what they did before the war, and I find that very neat.
I haven’t heard from home or Jonas in a while. I should write to them soon. I’m just very busy here. I’ve had little time to read books and to write in my dairy that Dad gave me before I went away.
The sky is darkening; the wind howls outside. Shivering I pull up the blankets: it’s freezing. I wonder where Hannah is. She is usually up in our room by now. Maybe she has an errand to run. Or maybe she just got tied up talking to the patients.
It’s 10:00. She still hasn’t come up to our room.
I guess I’ll go to bed.
(May 6, 2016 - 5:24 pm)
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(May 6, 2016 - 6:40 pm)
Oh sorry I haven't posted lately. My creativity is still acting up, and I've been busy D:
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Lucy ~ The nurse who took care of me told me that someone from my infrantry should be picking me up soon, so I fill up the time by getting to know the patient next to me. Something about him stirs my curiousity, as he says something about a young son.
One day, while I'm bored sitting in my bed, I finally ask him how he got here and what side he's fighting for.
"I wanted to fight for the Confederate," he replies simply.
I cringe, though I don't think he notices.
"But I got injured and next thing I know it, I'm here. I didn't think the war would go on for this long." He pauses and looks around. "I'm also worried about my son, Travis. For some reason, I get the unnerving feeling that he decided to do something very dangerous."
I shrug. Parents are always worried about their kids . . . but then the name Travis sparks a memory. The name sounds so familiar. I ask him what he looks like.
He descibes him with much detail, and I gasp. "Um, sir," I repspond slowly, "but I know him. Or at least, I've seen him. He's in my infantry, as a soldier."
He groans. "I knew it. But he's too young--he could get killed! Why on Earth would he enlist in the army?"
I shrug again. "I don't know, but I have a feeling he has good intentions."
The patient nods.
(May 7, 2016 - 12:16 am)
That's so good, Novelist!
(May 7, 2016 - 9:22 am)
Nice!
(May 7, 2016 - 11:20 am)
Thanks!
(May 8, 2016 - 1:48 am)
(May 7, 2016 - 8:36 pm)
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(May 14, 2016 - 7:34 am)
Please don't die!!!! I'll post tomorrow.
(May 21, 2016 - 8:09 pm)
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(May 21, 2016 - 9:22 pm)