Let the Fire Be Started (OOC)

TearsoftheWorld

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I am looking to restart a thread about a young woman that leads a rebellion against a ruthless dictator. This story takes place in a world resembling the late
19th / early 20th centuries. Imagine basic rifles, six-shot revolvers, that sorta deal. There are other weapons that will play a major part of the story, like swords, knives, etc.

You can either post as: one of the freedom fighters under the command of my character

~ or ~

You can post as one of the soldiers fighting under the command of the oppressive dictator.
 
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Name: Katherine Pride
Age: 27 years old
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green

Appearance: Kitty is fair of face, with lightly tanned skin, green eyes and long brown hair. She isn't built like an amazon, but neither is she as delicate as a flower. Years of combat have shaped her into a strong person, but she remains a woman nonetheless. Like most of the combat fighters, Katherine usually wears a dark color shirt (either black or dark green) and a vest with various pockets for storing items. Around her neck she wears a simple charm necklace, the charm itself crafted in the shape of a crescent moon. Around her dark pants she wears a black leather belt, a large knife sheathed at its side, and on her feet she has a pair of dark combat boots.

Personality: While she is strong of will and fiercely loyal, Katherine has stared death in the face more than once. Despite her outward ruggedness, she has a much softer side and dreams of the day when she can put down her weapons and enjoy the simple pleasures of life.

One dream in particular keeps her going...

Bio: She was born into a poor family on the island of Piria; her father was a seafaring merchant that loved to travel, but was unfortunately lost out to sea. As hard as her mother tried, she could not provide for her only daughter and passed away from ill health and heartbreak, leaving Katherine an orphan. This all happened when she was 7 years old, and since then she has been living alone, moving from place to place and collecting anything and everything she could to survive. There were no organized orphanages so if one found themselves without a family or friends it was very unlikely they would survive. Katherine, however, was fiercely determined to never give up and over the years she grew up into a strong and beautiful woman.

A golden opportunity arose when she was offered a spot in the military service, and she quickly enlisted; the prospect of food, water, clothing, shelter were too good to pass up. However, as time would go on she began to notice that life in the military was not what it seemed. The people were harshly oppressed, often times arrested and executed for the smallest of crimes (such as speaking out against the government). She, and several other army officers, would leave the ranks of the military to start a campaign to bring down the current regime.

She is currently the leader of the freedom fighters.​
 
I've got a dream 'bout an angel on the beach
And the perfect waves are starting to come
His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold
And his touch has got the power to stun

I've got a dream 'bout an angel in the forest
Enchanted by the edge of a lake
His body's glowing in the jewels of light
And the earth below is starting to shake

But I don't see any angels in this city
I don't hear any holy choirs sing
And if I can't get an angel
I can still get a boy
And a boy'd be the next best thing
The next best thing to an angel
A boy'd be the next best thing!

I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle
And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs
He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes
And the thunder of a drum in his ears

I've got a dream 'bout a boy on a star
Lookin' down upon the rim of the world
He's there all alone and dreamin' of someone like me
I'm not an angel but at least I'm a girl

I've got a dream when the darkness is over
We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun
But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
You'll never know what it means
But you'll know how it feels
It's gonna be over (over)
Before you know it's begun
(Before you know it's begun)
It's all we really got tonight
Stop your cryin' hold on (tonight)
Before you know it it's gone (tonight)
Tonight is what it means to be young
Tonight is what it means to be young

Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted
Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted

Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)
Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)

Say a prayer in the darkness for the magic to come
No matter what it seems
Tonight is what it means to be young
Before you know it it's gone... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
Tonight is what it means to be young... (before you know it it's gone...)
Before you know it it's gone

I've got a dream when the darkness is over
We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun
But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
You'll never know what it means
But you'll know how it feels
It's gonna be over (over)
Before you know it's begun (before you know it's begun)

It's all we really got tonight
Stop your cryin' hold on (tonight)
Before you know it it's gone (tonight)
Tonight is what it means to be young
Tonight is what it means to be young...

Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted
Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted

Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)
Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)

Say a prayer in the darkness for the magic to come
Cause no matter what it seems
Tonight is what it means to be young... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
No matter what it seems... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
Tonight is what it means to be young... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
No matter what it seems... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
Tonight is what it means to be young... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
No matter what it seems... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
Tonight is what it means to be young... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
No matter what it seems... (before you know it it's gone...)
Tonight is what it means to be young...

Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)
Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)

The things they say
And the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

The things they say
And the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

The things they say
And the things they do
Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...

Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)
Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)

Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)
Let the revels begin
Let the fire be started... (tonight is what it means to be young...)
We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted... (before you know it it's gone...)
 
I'll be looking around for someone to play the role of a prince that currently serves as a military commander for the dictator. Katherine and this unnamed prince have been having the same prophetic dream of a fanciful sword fight in the capital, but neither is aware who the person they're fighting is in their dreams.
 
Name: Prince Diego
Age: 25 years old
Height: 5'12"
Hair: Black flowing and short of touching shoulders
Eyes: Black

Bio: He was born into a aristocratic family; his father unfortunately lost all wealth except for the title. Most of his life is spent in penury. Diego, however, was fiercely determined to never give up and to regain the lost prestige and wealth of his family. Over the years he grew up into a strong man well versed in sword and wit.

A golden opportunity arose when he was offered a commission in the military service, and he quickly enlisted; He gladly oppress, often times arrest and execute for the smallest of crimes. As time would go on he began to climb up the hierarchy with his harsh tactics.

Personality: While he is strong of will and will consider any option to enrich his position and of his family. He has stared death in the face more than once. Despite his outward harshness,, he has a much softer side and dreams of the day when he can put down his weapons and enjoy the simple pleasures of family life.
 
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Name: Henry Williams
Age: 32
Height: 6'1"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Greenish Brown

Appearance: Henry is a fair faced man who appears a bit older than he really is due to an unfortunate series of events. Stress causes age to progress quickly, but despite this reality his handsome features remain. He has an intense demeanor but a relatively thin tall frame. His demeanor and features are only intensified by his wealthy, noble attire and his styled hair.

Personality: Straight forward and intense Henry has always been this way, but his personality has been exaggerated since the death of his wife and son due to a epidemic five years ago. He is extremely intelligent and from a noble family with a long history and due to this he can come off incredibly callous. However, like his desire for liberty and democracy, his a long dormant kindness and happiness are hidden.

Bio: Molded since childhood to serve his liege Henry hadn't the normal childhood. His father was a brutal man who was dangerous and respected servant of the regime. Henry was raised to take the place of the father as his father had been before him. However, Henry's mother was different. Sweet, innocent, and idealistic, as well as highly educated, she was able to implant her beliefs into her son, which stuck far better than the ideals of his father. At age twenty he married the daughter of a high ranking member of the regime and for the first time in his life he was truly happy. A year later his son was born and for nearly ten years he served the regime with extreme loyalty, despite how much he despised what they stood for.

However, that all changed when an epidemic spread and despite the medical community pressing the regime to implement methods to stop it they did nothing, which led to thousands of dying, including his wife and son. Bitter and depressed he fell into drinking and drugs, but it was through the underground world he met the resistance and was introduced to it. They helped sober him up and gave him something new to live for.

He is now a man hidden among the enemy, working for the resistance, waiting for his chance to show them his true worth.
 
Malcolm Deval
26

Appearance: Malcolm is a dashing-looking rogue that always seems to have a mysterious smirk on his face. Standing 6’1” tall and roughly 180 pounds, he has a solid, compact, muscular build and a deep tan from a life outside. He has shoulder-length brown hair, commonly pulled back into a pony tail during fighting, and engaging brown eyes. Most of the time, he can be found sporting an unshaven five-o’clock stubble on his face. He travels light, usually wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and the top two or three buttons of the shirt left open, revealing a bit of his chest. He’s handy with a revolver, keeping a standard six-shot stuffed in the back of his pants, but he prefers to fight with a longsword, keeping one sheathed in his belt at all times.

Personality: Malcolm likes to present himself as the handsome, carefree rouge, often cracking jokes, whether it be at the bar or during a mission. He tries to keep people at a distance by using comedy, and usually doesn’t allow himself to get too close to anybody (and in extreme occasions, has offered gallows humor at the death of a comrade).

Bio: Malcolm spent his young childhood in a moderately wealthy family. He spent his days exploring the family estate, and learning fencing from a tutor. After a dispute with his father, he fled home and lived as a beach bum. He spent his days swimming and laying in the sun, and nights sleeping on the beach. He stole food from local merchants or did odd jobs to make enough money to buy food.

He fell in love with a farmer’s daughter, and moved to her family’s farm under the guise of being a farmhand to be closer to her. He had hoped to reveal their romance to her father and ask permission to wed her. That was, until the current regime sent soldiers to the farm, looking for “traitors” or some nonsense. The soldiers ended up killing the girl and her family while Deval tried to fight them off. Alone, and using his humor to cover up his emotion pain, he enlisted with the local freedom fighters with the intention of inflicting as much pain as he can on the regime until it falls or they finally kill him. Whichever comes first.
 
Name: Jesus
Age: 23
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black

Appearance: Although not too tall, standing 5'11" he stands tall and proud. With a light brown complexion, given from his Native mother, he keeps his hair down to his chin. Under his worn clothes is a well toned body, shaped from a life of physical, daily activities. The most dazzling aspect on his person is his rifle, decorated with different souvenirs he's collected. Dried blood from his first kill on the butt, a piece of his fathers military uniform on the handle, and a feather given to him by his mother on the end of the barrel.

Personality: Although he fights for the resistance, he still outcasts himself from the group, feeling distant because of his blood. He's silent, loyal, and although he can be sometimes very hot headed, he tries to think things through completely

Bio: His father his battalion found natives, they killed most of them while his father watched, refusing to help the slaughter. He took a women as his "slave" to help her avoid the other mens' plans. They fell in love and Jesus was born, who was named so because the couple mocked the idea of a Christian name. The mother was eventually murdered and the father couldn't protect his family because the ruthless ruler kept his father away to his eventual death. Jesus left the rulers controlled lands, until he was old enough to come back when there was talk of a possible revolution.
 
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