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  • [center][Fancypost=width:620px][align=justify][font=verdana][color=white][size=8]The little Zeeland town was called Ravensfoort; it sat by the edge of the water, although its harbour looked rather empty and forlorn. Unlike most old villages in the province, it still had its walls and parapets, atop which the molen stood like silent guardians, untouched by the bombs that had laid waste to the larger port of Rotterdam. The canal, which ran from the harbour to the edge of the town, was still intact; the canal which, long ago, played host to trader's ships from far away carrying spices and fabrics and flowers. During the war the canal had been tightly shut from the river and fallen into disuse, but the war was over. Germany had withdrawn; the famine was over; it was time for celebration.


    The people of the village poured down the street to the harbour, laughing and cheering, pushing and shoving, and Theo ran with them, laughing and trying very hard to stay on his feet in the joyful scrum. Through the crowd he caught a glimpse of Janna and Dennis, running hand in hand along the canal, following the progress of the boats- military boats, but flying the red flag of Canada instead of the German red and black. The Canadian soldiers waved; most of them looked rather self-conscious with all the attention- and the moment the boats reached the docks and they began to disembark they were mobbed. Everyone wanted to be the first to welcome their liberators to Ravensfoort. Theo saw a girl rush up to one of the soldiers and kiss him on the cheek- only when she darted, giggling, back into the crowd did he realize it was Mina. He hadn't seen her so much as smile in weeks.


    He spotted another one of the children, Laurens this time, squeezing his way past a gaggle of elderly folks to get closer to the docks. One of them scolded him for stepping on her toe as he went by. That meant that four out of five were accounted for- but where was Marius?


    Grumbling to himself about having to keep track of his siblings at a time like this, Theo made his way to the edge of the crowd, hoping to find a better vantage point from atop the wall. No such luck; he was moving against the current and didn't have the strength to push through the laughing, milling wall of people. They were all pushing towards the docks, each one wanting to get closer to the boats, and against his will he found himself moving in that direction. "Godverdomme," he hissed, more out of frustration than any pressing anxiety to locate his brother. It was very annoying, being small.


    Then suddenly he was at the edge of the crowd- and the edge of the canal, several metres from the dock. Theo had one second to look down before he was bumped from behind, he overbalanced, and-- a hand grabbed his arm before he hardly had the chance to fall at all and pulled him up onto the cobblestone.


    The crowd moved on around them, continuing up towards the docks and the town, and moments later it was he and his rescuer standing side by side at the edge of the canal. Embarrassed, he brushed off his shirt. "Dank je-" he began, then looked up, took in the white skirt and realized that this was one of the women from the boats. "Er... thank you," he corrected himself, smiling self-consciously. In his thick accent, it sounded more like tank yu.



    ////////////// Please do not be fooled by my crappy first post- I am an advanced roleplayer and i have a ton of muse for this plot! The setting, obviously, is Holland at the end of the Second World War. My character is only twenty years old, but after his father died in the field and his mother died in the famine he has been raising his five younger siblings. Times have been hard. Your character is a young Canadian field nurse who (for whatever reason) left her home and family behind and has no intentions of returning. My characer speaks very little English, while yours speaks no Dutch whatsoever. You might say that it's love at first sight.


    This will be a fairly fluffy but occasionally serious life roleplay. Our characters will end up getting married, but how and when they get there remains to be seen! This will also be a very long-term roleplay, up to 1953 and beyond, probably using a few mutually-agreed time skips. The point is, I want it to be a story! I don't expect a novel every post (besides the first one; i always expect a novel for the first post); two or three detailed, well-written and relevant paragraphs will do fine. I'd much rather have two paragraphs every other day than a long post that takes a month.


    Your character should be the same age as Theo or older. She has seen some pretty grisly stuff, but doesn't have much experience in domesticity or domestic hardships. She should have a pretty strong motherly instinct- the better to act as "replacement mom" to five children- a brave spirit, the better to start a new life in a foreign country, and a past that she's eager to leave behind. As for Theo, he's patient, stoic and honest, with a stubborn streak a mile long. No face claims here; imagine someone around 5'5" (height-wise he is not your typical Dutchman), slim, with wavy blond hair, blue eyes and a sharp nose.
    Thanks for reading all that, and I cannot wait to get started!

  • Tracking! Quick question would my character be one of the Canadian nurses or someone who was just brought over to start a new life?

  • Okay! Just wanted to be sure before I started so I didn't completely mess myself up.

  • War had been traumatizing to say the least. All the dead bodies, the sounds of gunshots in the distance, the pain filled moans and groans from men in the medical clinic as they were treated for wounds. The poor things. Medicine wasn't really advanced in their day of age, there was nothing to ease the soldiers suffering and it had broken the womans heart. Often at times making her wonder as to why she had taken on this job in the first place. What would of caused her to do this to herself. Yes, she loved helping people and loved being able to help her country win in the war but why?

    You did it for Lina. That was the response her mind shot at her whenever those thoughts entered her brain. Angelina. Her poor little sister who had died in the crossfire of war. She was the reason Rose stayed out there. She was the reason she had gone to medical school to help out in anyway she could. Rose knew her little sister would of wanted her to help their country. It was a shame she had to die. She was barely passing thirteen when it happened. A bomb had been launched from the sky, it had taken down the school Lina had been going to- crushing everyone inside to death. After their parents both died of sickness when Rose was only sixteen and little Angelina only none, the two were the only thing they had left. Rose had taken on the mother position, working endlessly to make ends meet for the duo. She was rather ashamed for some of the actions she had done. Once almost giving up her body before she quickly decided against it. That would have been no way to raise a child. But, after the death Rose knew she couldn't stay in Canada. It would be to hard to deal with. Everything would remind her of the little girl who never got to see her adult years.


    Which is why she was on a boat, sailing into a Holland port that very second. Gripping the edge of the boat, she smiled seeing all the people on the dock waving and cheering at their victory. Albeit, it might not of been the best choice to come to here. She didn't know anyone here, and didn't even speak Dutch. But at the time this seemed the best option, and it had been opened to anyone willing to come. She would find someway to make by. It couldnt be that hard. Surely she could find someone who would allow her to stay with and possibly work for them.


    Once the boat reached the dock and the landing had been put down to let the people off, Rose grabbed her suitcase and pushed past the people to get off. It was a rather hard task with her small frame, but nothing was impossible when you tried your best.

    Making it onto the dock, she held onto the black latch of her suitcase. Walking down the side she realized that she would have to wait for the crowd to settle down before she would be able to find a place to say. Looking around, her green eyes barely had enough time to focus, when she saw a poor man about to fall into the harbor. Dropping her things, her pale hands immediately reached out to grab his own keeping him from effectly falling into the cold dark water. Inside she was eternally grateful that the crowd kept moving ahead of them. If they had stuck around no doubt both of them would of fallen into the water. Though it must of been a funny sight. A woman barely passing five feet helping a grown man from falling to his hilarious doom.


    "You're welcome." Came the the thick strong Canadian accent from the small woman, helping the man back to his feet. "Are you alright?" She asked a moment later, looking over the man her motherly instincts kicking into play after years of playing 'Mommy' to Angelina.


    //So just a bit of information about Rose:


    She's a small woman standing at a very short 5'0 (woman has serious height issues)


    She has dark red hair, pale skin, and emerald eyes and a rather curvaceous hourglass body.


    Shes rather protective, motherly, and very compassilnate. Oh and sarcastic. Very, very sarcastic.

    Also I hope this post was all right. I was trying to fight her past into it as well and going off by what you put.