BTW i ask you to limit the OOC please

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

ooc?

and whats going on? im so confused

(Out Of Character)

Bev's eyes flitted up before returning to her book. "Ah, this. 'Vanity Fair.' I've read it about a thousand times, but it's the only book in English I can get my hands on. All that Madame has are French books about botany, and the occasional trashy romance."

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

jessica looked embarrased "i am sorry i do not have better books vor you too read" she suddnely looked proud and taller as she straightened her shoulders and spine. " but i do have my own books that i could let you vread" she said smiling.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(What? That was a redundant sentence!)

"Well, that would depend upon what you have to read," she asnwered curtly, snapping the book shut. "As much as I love Thackeray, he gets repetative and predictable the fourth go-'round." She stood and stretched, looking down on the still seated girl. "Well, are you going to show me?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Jessica seemed to snap she jumped to her feet and began a brisk walk back towards the grand house. the great front door with it's usual guards and busy atmosphere was still present. Officers, aids and soldiers were scattered about the parlor and the hall. Jessica out of habit lowered her eyes immediatly to the floor, she turned sharply to the right to a set of french doors she opened them with a key, reveling a small room filled with books and antiques. Jessica said nothing as she sat down in a comfy chair. an officer came in looked around at the new room that had just been discoverd. Jessica frowned the officer spotted her and seemed to challenge her " I didn't know our german was a book worm.." he smiled grimly jessica's frown deepened "i Didn't know you had the intelligance to figure zat out" he laughed but the Man was unfased by her.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Calli walked up to the door, and nocked three times loudly. She stood back, and brushed a stray strand of long black hair out of her beautifull face. She could feel the pistol strapped to her theigh, and though she seemed somewhat out of place in her long black dress, she still looked wonderfull. She nocked again, newly manicured fingers curling into a lose fist.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Alais took a last look at the soldiers in the infirmary, then stepped into the kitchen to boil moer water for bandadges. Her brother wasn't there, but she din't know if that should be a good or bad thing. Last nights dream flickered in her head: his body lying twisted and broken, and a raven plucking out his eyes. She wasn't going to let it happen like that.
Her mother had left a note on the table, asking her to get eggs, so she stepped out into the cold september air. It wsa a relief to be away form the stench of death, but the barren landscape that France hd become did nothing for her morale. She lloked out towards the battlefield. Why did you have to go Will? she thought with a sigh.

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(i just found out that i was suppose to make a profile)


name:Ivan Garvand
occupation:philosopher, medic
personality:pain appeases him,semi non patriotic,sides; allies
country of origin:britan
age:23
gender:male
looks:tall, weasle like posture, hawk like stare, cold menicing blue eyes
background:graduated at oxford first in his class, tutored in politics by a philosoper, skilled in the use of a knife

(what door it's a very big place lots of rooms and buildings)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Name: Tony
Codename: falcon
age: 33
occupation: sniper, also good tatiction
Gender: male
Looks: tall 6"2', brownish blonde hair, slender, always carries a sniper riffle with scope and a rifle. also has a katana straped to his side for melee fighting. orange tinted green eyes.
Fav. Weapon: Sniper riffle and Katana
Personalitie: very likeable, kind of keeps to ones self, unless he knows you quite well. Non- racist (Sorry Deawen I'm not calling you a nazi) hates journalists for reasons in the past. (Sorry Morwen).
Side: allied
Bio: has been serving in the millitary for 15 years. though he is not very protocal and likes to not follow oders, he also likes high places and suclution though he always ends up drifting into crowds.

Note: Deawen wheres your god playing speach...

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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Ivan walked briskly along just outside of the battlefield. His lab coat fluttering softly in the low breeze. People walked by quickly trying not to get in the way. The moans of pain from the dead soldires placed Ivan in a good mood. The smell of blood still hung in the morning air. "Ah just how i like it," Ivan said to himself, "the infirmary will be pleasent today."(walks into infirmary)

Tony stood there staring at the dead soldiers silent as always a twitchy hand upon the riffle. his twitch was caused by the war time and the fact he had ADHD. he looked up as Ivan entered. He smiled a little and greeted Ivan. "hello Ivan nice day isn't it."

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(hey doom, is the infirmay any old one, or the one my mother runs?)

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......errrr note to self Tony and Ivan remind me of the nazi doctors in the CC's! awww your not gonna call me a nazi? woot!)

Jessica kept a secure lock on the officer. he strutted across the room looked at a book and glanced at Jessica.Jessica no longer frowned or glared she just sat and looked unamused. as he headed for the door. " surprisingly i thought nazi's burned books not keep them..." he sneered and left "uh.er" she started.
jessica understood english but she was so quiet many thought she didn't know english.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Have they chosen your fate, Tony?"