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

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Nigel awoke to the sound of voices and the sudden lack of heat from the missing body. "Is it tea time?" he asked sarcastically as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The cold from the day before was still there and biting just as hard. "I hear there is a supply run in the works, do you need an extra set of hands?" The thought of a job to keep his mind occupied sounded appealing.
 
"That's a crying shame," Ian said, chuckling softly.

Janette leaned back on her heels, barely acknowledging him at first. "As soon as GJoran or Mr. WWI wakes, let's get that search party out and see what else can be found at the houses," she said.

Nigel awoke to the sound of voices and the sudden lack of heat from the missing body. "Is it tea time?" he asked sarcastically as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The cold from the day before was still there and biting just as hard. "I hear there is a supply run in the works, do you need an extra set of hands?" The thought of a job to keep his mind occupied sounded appealing.

Nora laughed at Ian's response and nodded in agreement. "I will make sure to look for some when I am out today." She told him in reassurance.

She looked at Janette and smiled. "Looks like Mr. WWI heard you." She replied with a laugh gesturing for him to come warm himself by the small fire. "Yeah I am going to be headed out for some supplies at a few houses we saw yesterday. I won't turn down the help so yeah sure, you can come along. We could split some of the Jerky and canned fruit for breakfast before we go. And we should wait until the others wake so we can see if anyone else wants to come." Nora told him as she went to fish out the food she mentioned from the backpack that she was keeping their supplies in. She decided to empty all of its contents onto the cave floor so it would be empty when they left, to make it easier to carry things back.
 
(Okay...
Okay....
DELETE AYA AND THOMAS MYTHE, I have way too many ideas for better and more original characters. :p Just forget those two ever existed.)
 
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Nigel awoke to the sound of voices and the sudden lack of heat from the missing body. "Is it tea time?" he asked sarcastically as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The cold from the day before was still there and biting just as hard. "I hear there is a supply run in the works, do you need an extra set of hands?" The thought of a job to keep his mind occupied sounded appealing.

Nora laughed at Ian's response and nodded in agreement. "I will make sure to look for some when I am out today." She told him in reassurance.
She looked at Janette and smiled. "Looks like Mr. WWI heard you." She replied with a laugh gesturing for him to come warm himself by the small fire. "Yeah I am going to be headed out for some supplies at a few houses we saw yesterday. I won't turn down the help so yeah sure, you can come along. We could split some of the Jerky and canned fruit for breakfast before we go. And we should wait until the others wake so we can see if anyone else wants to come." Nora told him as she went to fish out the food she mentioned from the backpack that she was keeping their supplies in. She decided to empty all of its contents onto the cave floor so it would be empty when they left, to make it easier to carry things back.
"Can I join you?" Ian asked. "I'd like to get out and see the area."

Janette remained quiet during the conversation, listening to the different tones of their voices and the snow being blown around outside. The fire was fairly large by now so she sat down as near to it as was safe.
 
"Can I join you?" Ian asked. "I'd like to get out and see the area."

Janette remained quiet during the conversation, listening to the different tones of their voices and the snow being blown around outside. The fire was fairly large by now so she sat down as near to it as was safe.

Nora took some jerky before passing it to Nigel to take some and pass along to those awake. She then opened a can of peaches to share with the others. "Sure I don't mind, the more arms to carry, the more supplies we can bring back. Plus I know I'll be safe with two strapping young men with me." She said with a laugh and smile before she popped a peach slice in her mouth.
 
Name: Bobo Luter
Gender: Male
Age (When They Were Preserved in Ice): 17
What Year They Were Frozen Within Ice: 1621
Personality: Quiet and submissive. He tries to work hard, keep his chin up, and do whatever his authority tells him to. He rarely talks, and even when he does it’s quiet and more of a mumble than anything else.
He doesn’t like people talking to him, and he hates having nothing to do.
History: Bobo is/was a slave. He was taken from Africa, along with his family, and was shipped all the way to America on a disease ridden boat full of starving infants and crying mothers. He went through multiple auctions, but nobody wanted him because one of his hands was cut off during a punishment and the wound was infected. It was inconvenient, and easily ignored in a group of hundreds.
He learned some valuable medical knowledge as he tried to dress his wound on his own when he managed to have the time. He wanted to get off of the ship, and to do that, he had to become valuable.
Once his wound skinned over, and he eventually learned to only use his right hand with the same convenience of using two, he knew his time was up. But something was slightly concerning.
His mother had been trampled due to the highly packed conditions, and she didn’t survive the damage done to her ribs, and his father was on a different slave ship. That left him with his little sister…
His little, 1 year old sister.
That still kept his value low, and would keep it that way unless he did something to “get rid” of her. And he wanted to honor his mother, and her amazing and kind values, so he was not doing that.
It took a few more auctions, but eventually, he found somebody that was willing to buy him and his sister that was so weak he had to carry her with his stubby, skinny, lacking left arm.
This young man was surprisingly rich, and was kind and careless enough to have one of the slaves/nannies take care of his sister when he was working. Which was...All the time.
And while this young man, named Samuel Tailor, was thoughtful and careless with his money, which came with its benefits, the slave caretaker he had hired was terrible with his anger.
Bobo suffers many scars, too many to count, from lashings when he was too slow with his work or seemed to be stepping out of line. He shouted slurs and insults at Bobo for his disability, and overtime Bobo learned how to shut up, listen, and work.
Appearance (Photograph or Description): Bobo is lanky and skinny, but still muscular from work. His skin could almost be described as pure black, and he has extremely wide eyes with barely an iris or pupil. His back is coated in thick scars, and his wrists and ankles are pink with little skin from the rubbing of chains and cuffs. His hands and feet are blistered beyond repair, with broken and dirty nails.
He is completely bald, and only wears thin pants that appear as if they’re made of a potato sack.
His eyes always appear sad, or tired. They always express his emotion, and lately, those have been the only two he’s felt.
Other: Bobo is going to start out with his little sister. But, given my very short plan for her, she’s not going to require a form. She’s more of an attachment.
Username: Garjzla
 
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"Follow me, then."
Dierk began walking in their selected direction, expecting Jade to follow.

"It may be a long while before we reach where we are going, so perhaps we should talk a little." He suggested conversationally. "After all, we barely know each other. Asking a few things could be helpful."
Jade stiffly followed after Dierk. "What kind of questions?" She asked curiously, rubbing her hands together to create some warmth.
 
Jade stiffly followed after Dierk. "What kind of questions?" She asked curiously, rubbing her hands together to create some warmth.

"Questions like, well...What did you do before this all happened? Before we ended up in this place?" Dierk asked simply and patiently waited for a reply as he continued walking determinedly.
 
Bobo slowly opened up his burning eyes, squinting at this whole new world he now lived in for the first time, but the slightest glance at the sky made him shield his sight with his eyelids once again.

It was so bright...Did he possibly dare to sleep in? What would his master say, what would he do?

But no, this place felt different. Which may be because he couldn't feel anything at all.

Bobo grunted slightly, feeling unbelievably stiff. He tried to get up, but immediately regretted this decision, for his dark skin was stuck to the ground and burned relentlessly at the realization that it was being separated.

Unlike the other survivors who had to break free from their cage of ice, Bobo only had chunks of melted ice scattered around him here and there. But his prolonged rest made matters much worse for him.

He felt like he was starving, he was sore beyond belief, and the shifting weather conditions had stuck ice onto his back. He could barely move.

But then, after a few minutes, he finally found motivation; his sister.

When he lifted his head temporarily, he saw his little sister who was somehow cradled in his arms, being held like she had many times before. But the only difference was she looked to be dead.

Bobo was a hardy boy, but she was just a toddler raised from an insufficient food source. There was little to no meat on her bones, and she wasn't wearing any clothing that would do her some good either.

He struggled a little, but eventually sat up, almost fully conscious. His body was aching and his head was pounding. It felt like his blood hadn't flowed in a thousand years.

He didn't even notice the strange terrain, too distracted with his sister. He shook her slightly, but she was unresponsive. He worried that she had already gone.

"Sabah..." He called quietly, his voice hoarse. He felt like he had lost his voice, his throat was so dry he was barely able to speak.

Calling her name definitely wouldn't work, so he tried to just see if she was even alive, since being conscious was out of the picture.
He shakily put his freezing hand over her bare chest, but he still could feel anything...
Except for just a small thump.

He almost wanted to smile, hoping it was Sabah's heart rather than his own frozen blood trying to pump through his body. But he still felt far from happy. Because if he didn't find a way to do something soon, she would still die.

Suddenly filled with the determination akin to a mother's, he attempted to stand, holding Sabah tight in his arms. It took a few tries, continuously falling back on the ground, but once his body regained some of its blood flow he finally stood.

Swaying, Bobo looked around. This was very confusing; everything looked the same. It was like a white canvas was covering his eyes. He couldn't tell the sky apart from the ground, and he had never seen anything so white. It was too bright for his tired eyes.

He was, in fact, familiar with the snowy winters that sometimes occurred in America. And while they were nothing like this, he knew that the snow on the ground was just frozen water.

Slowly bending over, he scooped up just a palm full of snow, and put it in his mouth. After about a minute or two, it melted into water and quenched his thirst ever so slightly.

He still felt dehydrated, but it was enough to begin walking, and find some desperately needed help for his dying baby sister.
 
Nora took some jerky before passing it to Nigel to take some and pass along to those awake. She then opened a can of peaches to share with the others. "Sure I don't mind, the more arms to carry, the more supplies we can bring back. Plus I know I'll be safe with two strapping young men with me." She said with a laugh and smile before she popped a peach slice in her mouth.
"What was it like out there, yesterday?" Ian asked.

Madeleine groaned from where she lay, huddled under the blanket Janette had left her. It took her a minute to realize where she was when she awoke, but the other's voices soon reminded her. She was in a cave, with strangers, during a snowfall in a year no one was sure of exactly.
 

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