AdaliaRP1990
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I'm taking a few liberties with this character historical wise.
Name: John Reynolds
Rank: Major General of the Northern Union Army
Eyes: Cold Ice Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6'
John Reynolds "perhaps the finest soldier in the Union Army. Like Lee before him, a former commander of West Point, a courteous man, military, a marvelous horseman, another gentleman. His home is not far from Gettysburg." (Shaara xiv) He is of a protestant family, not much like the Southern Catholics. John Reynolds is a young major general in the beginning of the war standing at a height of 6'. He has cold blue eyes and a stern angled face. He is handsome and charming, but not a force to be reckoned with. He has a strong opposition to the Southern way of life, but the thick lines of hate have not yet been drawn. Reynolds makes his way South with General Meade, Colonel Chamberlain and General Hancock to meet with General Lee to try and peacefully negotiate some terms, but ultimately Lee refuses and the South continues their plan to revolt.
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The scorching sun of the South was relentless as it pounded down on the already weary northern soldiers. Chamberlain and a good portion of his division, brought more for protection than attack, were the one's most affected by the thick humid climate. Reynolds pitied them, being from the true North that is. The men themselves were from the cold dry climates of Maine. These men saw snow, cold rains and the gusts of March. They knew nothing of the extreme heat of summer or the thick humid nights of July. Luckily for Reynolds he at least lived near Gettysburg, the heat didn't affect him like it did these men. He dismounted from his horse ready to walk the rest the poor beast the rest of the way. His war horse was overheated and needed water, luckily for them they were already near the town in Virginia where Lee resided. Reynolds tugged at a few of the buttons on his uniform letting the air touch his heated skin. It had been quite a while since he left his post at the North, given the option to command the army was a great honor, but he would not accept. Instead he handed it over to Major General Meade who had accompanied them on this particular trip.
Reynolds pulled out a canteen and tossed it to Chamberlain who was yet again looking light headed. "Did the Colonel have breakfast?" Reynolds prodded trying to get Chamberlain to focus.
"No sir, I didn't quite have the time. I was trying to get my division ready." Reynolds nodded realizing that it must have been a stretch trying to get the Maine men up and ready for a march so soon after the illness had hit the regiment.
He watched as Chamberlain took a sip of the water closing up the canteen and tossing it back. Reynolds caught it with ease and Chamberlain smiled with appreciation. He knew that Meade wasn't the man these men wanted to follow. He had hear it from Buford a while back. 'Now Reynolds, that's a man they'll follow. Not Meade...' Reynolds would have smiled with pride, but he knew how that affected Meade. Couldn't have a man's pride damaged without damaging the way he commands.
Reynolds buttoned up his uniform and placed on his cap as they closed into town. At Meade's command he took his place back in the saddle as they rode in, greeted by the glare's of southerners. This was definitely a place where they were not welcome. Though every now and then there was a smiling face and a greeting of welcome. Just because these people were angry and seceding, didn't mean they weren't still hospitable. Reynolds rode on taking note of anything that needed to be taken note of, especially the women.
Name: John Reynolds
Rank: Major General of the Northern Union Army
Eyes: Cold Ice Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6'
John Reynolds "perhaps the finest soldier in the Union Army. Like Lee before him, a former commander of West Point, a courteous man, military, a marvelous horseman, another gentleman. His home is not far from Gettysburg." (Shaara xiv) He is of a protestant family, not much like the Southern Catholics. John Reynolds is a young major general in the beginning of the war standing at a height of 6'. He has cold blue eyes and a stern angled face. He is handsome and charming, but not a force to be reckoned with. He has a strong opposition to the Southern way of life, but the thick lines of hate have not yet been drawn. Reynolds makes his way South with General Meade, Colonel Chamberlain and General Hancock to meet with General Lee to try and peacefully negotiate some terms, but ultimately Lee refuses and the South continues their plan to revolt.
xxxx IC xxx
The scorching sun of the South was relentless as it pounded down on the already weary northern soldiers. Chamberlain and a good portion of his division, brought more for protection than attack, were the one's most affected by the thick humid climate. Reynolds pitied them, being from the true North that is. The men themselves were from the cold dry climates of Maine. These men saw snow, cold rains and the gusts of March. They knew nothing of the extreme heat of summer or the thick humid nights of July. Luckily for Reynolds he at least lived near Gettysburg, the heat didn't affect him like it did these men. He dismounted from his horse ready to walk the rest the poor beast the rest of the way. His war horse was overheated and needed water, luckily for them they were already near the town in Virginia where Lee resided. Reynolds tugged at a few of the buttons on his uniform letting the air touch his heated skin. It had been quite a while since he left his post at the North, given the option to command the army was a great honor, but he would not accept. Instead he handed it over to Major General Meade who had accompanied them on this particular trip.
Reynolds pulled out a canteen and tossed it to Chamberlain who was yet again looking light headed. "Did the Colonel have breakfast?" Reynolds prodded trying to get Chamberlain to focus.
"No sir, I didn't quite have the time. I was trying to get my division ready." Reynolds nodded realizing that it must have been a stretch trying to get the Maine men up and ready for a march so soon after the illness had hit the regiment.
He watched as Chamberlain took a sip of the water closing up the canteen and tossing it back. Reynolds caught it with ease and Chamberlain smiled with appreciation. He knew that Meade wasn't the man these men wanted to follow. He had hear it from Buford a while back. 'Now Reynolds, that's a man they'll follow. Not Meade...' Reynolds would have smiled with pride, but he knew how that affected Meade. Couldn't have a man's pride damaged without damaging the way he commands.
Reynolds buttoned up his uniform and placed on his cap as they closed into town. At Meade's command he took his place back in the saddle as they rode in, greeted by the glare's of southerners. This was definitely a place where they were not welcome. Though every now and then there was a smiling face and a greeting of welcome. Just because these people were angry and seceding, didn't mean they weren't still hospitable. Reynolds rode on taking note of anything that needed to be taken note of, especially the women.