*°Hell as White as Snow°* (A Role Play)

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Hi, I'd like to join your fine game, lol. How do I start?
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Name: Nigel Pinchley
Gender: Male
Age (When They Were Preserved in Ice): 19
What Year They Were Frozen Within Ice: 1914
Personality: Jaded, scarred, grizzled, battle hardened
History: Born in the winter of 1895, Nigel was born right at the cusp of greatly changing times. Throughout Nogels life, he was taught about nationalism, duty and purpose to your nation, and the glory of war, and heroism within it. With the outbreak of war in 1914, Nagel is right in line with all his friends and family, exited to serve their country. They all went to France, singing songs of glory and patriotism, excited for new adventures and travels. What Negel did not except was the the horrors of a new era of war, feeding the never ending meat grinder called No Mams Land. The last thing Nugel remembers before blacking out was the shrill noise of the officers whistle signaling Nigels turn to go over the top....
Appearance (Photograph or Description): Like a young Steven Seagal with a Cockney accent
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Janette looked at him inquisitively as she waited for him to continue. "Who were you sent to kill?" She asked softly. He hadn't yet revealed from what time he came, so she hoped that by giving them a name, she could determine what year he was in.
Gjoran replied "I don't...remember. He was old, and had the worst goatee." He chuckled. "But he was in the United States Cabinet, that I do remember."
 
Gjoran replied "I don't...remember. He was old, and had the worst goatee." He chuckled. "But he was in the United States Cabinet, that I do remember."
Janette switched tactics. "Who was the president?" She asked in a firm but pressing voice. This wasn't the time for evasive answers, purposeful of not.
 
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