Chatterbox: Inkwell

Time Travel RP

Hazel squinted through the fog. What was it? She couldn't tell. It seemed to be moving - coming closer and closer towards her through the heavy mist. The girl hesitated, then took a nervous step forward. Whatever it was wanted something. People always seemed to take advantage of Hazel, she was so dreadfully curious. But she couldn't be late for work.

Working at the factory was the opposite of what an eleven year old in the nineteenth century wished for, particularly Hazel. She wanted to run free, explore, and be far, far away from the factory, the Master, her twelve brothers and sisters, everyone. But still, it was better than starving - or worse, being sent to the orphanage.

The thing was closer now. It wasn't human, Hazel was sure of that. And it didn't move like any animal Hazel had ever seen. It was gliding softly above the ground, coming closer, closer. The thing was no bigger than a large stone. It would disappear into the fog, then appear again a few steps closer. Just as it was only a few yards away and beginning to become clear, the world started spinning. Slowly at first, then whizzing around at such a pace that the sky swooped in on her and colours of the world blended together. Hazel vaguely remembered playing a spinning game in the garden when she was little. Then, Hazel Wells lost her balance and she blacked out. 

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Time Travel RP!

So I was thinking we could do a roleplay where each of our charries are from a different time/era, and they all wind up in the 21st century. I'll accept nine charries, not including my own. Note: Please only make one charrie per person, unless we are short of people. 

Name:

Age (10 - 18):

Gender/pronouns:

Year of birth:

Appearance:

Personality:

Nationality/People (e.g., English, Roman, etc.):

Backstory:

Secrets (optional):  

Other: 

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Mine: 

Name: Hazel Wells 

Age (10 - 18): 11

Gender/pronouns: Female (she, her)

Year of birth: 1812

Appearance: Long, dead straight black hair which she wears in two plaits. Has bright green eyes and freckles. Is quite short for her age and wears a determined expression. 

Personality: Adventerous and reckless, she often says things without thinking. Hazel hates working in the factory and spends most of her time daydreaming about sailing the seas or exploring thick jungles. She's mistrusting and can be unfriendly, but cares deeply about those who are kind to her. 

Nationality/People (eg. England, Romans ect.): London, England

Backstory: She is the youngest of thirteen children, and after her mother died giving birth, her father sold them to the Master. He raised Hazel and her siblings among 20 other children, and gave them food, clothing and a roof over their heads (as long as they earn their keep). The master treated the children as servents, although he was not cruel to them. 

Secrets (optional): N/A

Other: N/A

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