//Hi guys. I’m still alive. I promise I haven’t forgotten my boys here. I’ve just been having a bit of a rough time lately and very muse for anyone, most of all the four attached to this account. And having little muse and lots of drafts is a bit stressful.
I’m going to try to get back here soon, I promise. At least to Paul if no one else. I’m going to try not to have to drop anything on any of them, but at this point, I can’t promise anything. I hope you all with understand.
This affects Paul, John, Horatio, and Archie/Clayton. It also affects Charity to an extent and Zo, but you’re more likely to see me on one of them. I’m so, so sorry guys.
//So, I might be a little sparse on here for the next week or so. Huge project is huge. And not getting any smaller, so it’s looking like I’ll be working a lot of overtime, then this weekend, I’m going on a little mini vacation with the fiance and some friends. I’ll be around on mobile, and be on Skype for rping (since I’d prolly go crazy without it. xD), but anything longer is going to have to wait for a bit.
I apologize in advance, guys. Please bear with me and I promise I’ll get drafts here and on all my other muses done.
He knew full well that Philippe was upset. How could he not? And he knew why. But there wasn’t much the smith could do about it. He was fond of the prince, more than fond really, but his place was in Boston, at his forge. He had spent so much of his life trying to build up the forge, to make it worth a damn and to live up to his father’s legacy. He couldn’t abandon it. Not even for Philippe.
He sighed, moving to kneel down by the side of the tub. “I know. And I have an idea what’s upset you so much.” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind the other’s ear. “Talk to me, Monsieur.”
//I actually do have some drafts done for all the boys, but they’re all handwritten. So I need to find time to type them up. Hopefully soon. I’m so sorry guys.
//All of my muses are still being rather difficult, so longer things are a little harder for me to get to. I’m going to keep working on them, I promise. Weekends are the best time for me to work and write since I’m working full time now, so I’ll hopefully get to most of the backlog by then.
Thank you all so much for being so patient with me. I really do appreciate it.
Sam sat in her corner and tried to resist the urge to take out her phone. She refused to let the damn thing become a security blanket! She needed to suck it up and deal with what was happening. Pulling her mind away from the device in her pocket, she focused her eyes on what the others in the shop were doing. Sam suspected she’d be given the menial tasks eventually…not that she minded. Hell - ignoring the fact that being thrown backwards in time sucked ass - things could’ve turned out SO much worse.
She didn’t stay exactly in the corner as instructed, but did her very best to keep out of everyone’s way. She’d read Johnny Tremain in school…and although she remembered next to nothing about the book’s plot, she did remember the horrible silver-smithing accident that had ruined the main character’s hand, crippling him for life.
After awhile, the red-head’s gaze settled and remained on Paul - a man straight out of every history book she’d ever had in school - made famous by a poem she still remembered bits and pieces of after having to memorize it during her senior year of high school. Everything she remembered said he was ‘one of the good guys’…and she hoped to hell that was the case. Unthinking, her hand moved up to finger the pendant now resting against her skin as she paced.
Sitting perfectly still had never been something the woman did well…she was far to active…and she hadn’t done any of her exercises that morning. Absentmindedly, she wondered if jogging was a ‘thing’ in the 1700s. Would she draw too much attention running through the streets like that? She’d need to work off the nerves and the energy and the fear somehow…the question was, how?
The girl was pacing.
He could see her out of the corner of his eye, even though he was trying to focus on his work. He’d have no luck of it until she settled down, he knew it, so he eventually sighed and raised his head, catching her eye before waiving her over to him.
He’d find something for her to do. Work bellows or, maybe better, polish some of the shaped pieces so they were ready and could be finished. Either way, it’d give her something to do so she could stop fidgeting.
“As you like,” he agrees, taking a sip of ale. “Refresh my mind on the rules? I haven’t played in a year or two.” Truly, this is a magnificent turn of events. A gentleman of friendly disposition, a brewing revolution, and his men enjoying the pretty lasses for hire of the town.
Paul smiles at him over the rim of his cup, then sets it down to hake up the cards and shuffle. Quickly, he recounts the rules, simple enough for them to play casually, and begins to deal them. Finally, looking over his cards, he asks. “How long will you and your men be staying?”
For a moment Alejandro simply watched the other man in silence. Curiosity…but also fear were on his face. No surprise there. What he was suggesting was currently illegal…and punishable by death. Damn the Christians and their backwards views on love and pleasure. But he didn’t press. The decision was Paul’s to make, and Alejandro had little need for seduction. He only offered as a way to make their interactions more enjoyable.
“They are written,” he replied with a chuckle, gesturing to the desk and several letters written in various languages. “Should you like to have someone verify their contents before I seal and address them, I promise not to be offended. This one is in Greek, this one Italian, another in Spanish, and a fourth in Dutch.”
Paul glanced toward the letters, blinking in surprise. How had he managed to get so distracted that he had let it slip his mind? He looked for a long moment at the foreign writing, then cleared his throat. “That… won’t be necessary,” he answered, shaking his head. He hoped not, at least. It would take a lot of doing to find someone to read them and verify, after all.
Trying to recover, he nodded toward the tent flap. “Speak with William Dawes or Tim Kelly. They can direct you on how to help. And come to me when you need to feed.”
Paul Revere was a Boston native, raised there his entire life. Born to a French immigrant, Paul apprenticed under his father until he died when Paul was still young. Unable to assume the shop at such a young age, he continued to practice and later served in the military during the French and Indian War, something that he would make great use of later on When the war ended, he returned home and took over his father’s silver smithing business.
While the tension in the city and the taxes were certainly a problem for him, he initially kept his head down, watching British troops and keeping track of things. He was called on by his friend, Samuel Adams, and his workshop rented by Adams and his business partner John Hancock to be used as part of a smuggling operation. Paul was more than happy to let them use the space for the money they provide, but still kept himself out of things. That is, until the night of the Boston Massacre, when he went with Adams down to where the rioting is, seeing the death of several citizens and his friend getting involved. Paul, along with others, chased the British troops off, but it became a turning point - both for him personally and for the entire city.
Paul became incredibly active in the growing resistance, first as a leader of the Boston Tea Party and later helping Adams form and train a militia. Paul’s military experience was put to good use in helping the men prepare for battle. He lead the militia in running the British off of James Barrett’s farm, and brought them back to blockade Boston. Together with Dr. Joseph Warren, he led the men at Bunker Hill - though they lost the battle and Warren was killed. Later, he held their remaining militia together until they are met by General Washington and the men he brought from Virginia. He served as one of Washington’s aids, even attending a meeting with General Gage with him, and continued helping to train and organize the militia.
He remained deeply involved in the war for a long while, and at one time was commissioned to go to the only working gun powder mill in the colonies in hopes of recreating it in Massachusetts. The mill owner refused to give him schematics unless he paid a bribe for them. Paul refused but, between what he had seen and plans for a different mill given to him by his friend Sam Adams, he was able to set up a powder mill to help the colonists. He later commanded his own men in battle, until the politics of the army come back to bite him in the ass, and men he had bothered with his blunt and brash personality leveled misconduct charges against him and blamed him for a defeat at the Penobscot River. This included a General who lodged formal complaints against him for initially refusing to follow an order that Paul saw as dangerous mistake. He was asked to resign, and did, returning to his business in Boston. He always maintained that he was in the right and several times sought to clear his name through a full court marshal, calling on his friends Sam and John Adams to help him prepare for it. It would take years, but eventually the matter did make it to court, and Paul was exonerated.
Paul would go on to expand his business following the war, and, while he continued his work with silver smithing, he also expanded into commercial copper rolling and into bronze work.
RULES
RULES
Hi guys. This is an RP blog for Paul Revere from History’s Sons of Liberty. I do draw on a lot of historical influences, but there are a lot of ways and places that I do divert from history, so please be aware of it. Even when I do, I try my best to know what those things are and to know the real history of the real person behind this character. Just please keep that in mind. I’m obviously not Paul Revere, nor am I Michael Raymond-James.
I’ve been role playing on Tumblr in a variety of blogs for about two years now, role playing in general for around nine, and writing for longer than that.
Honestly, I’m incredibly laid back about rp. This is a fun thing for me, and I love the interactions that I have and the people (and characters) I meet through it.
So, if you want to send something, send it! Never be afraid to send a meme or answer a starter. Even if it’s something shippy and we don’t ship.
All opens are available to everyone, and you’re always welcome to message me or send me an ooc ask.
I love research. Looking things up for threads and character development is fun for me. I don’t expect anyone to put as much research into things as I do, but if that’s something you also enjoy, by all means have fun.
Important things:
1. No godmoding, please.
2. Mun and muse are both 21+ NSFW content is possible, but will be tagged accordingly. Mun enjoys writing smut, but I don’t think it will be something that happens often on this blog because of Paul’s personality. If it does, it will be under a “read more” and tagged nsfw. Under no circumstances will I write smut with someone underage. If you do not list an age on your blog, I will not write smut with you.
3. I have no trigger, but will try to tag common ones. If you need something tagged, please let me know and I’ll make sure to take care of it. Don’t hesitate to send me something, I want to make sure this blog is a safe, comfortable place for everyone.
4. Really, just treat me how you wish to be treated and we’ll get along wonderfully.
VERSES
Main verse (v: sons of liberty)
Paul is a silversmith and engraver living in Boston and, through his friendship with Sam Adams, becomes part of the rebellion against the British crown, becoming a large part of the militia and supporting his friend in any way he could. He was previously married to Sarah Orne, but her death has left him a widower.
Modern verse (v: legacy)
Paul is the descendant of the Paul Revere of “Midnight Ride” fame, living in Boston, he took over a smithy passed down in his family after his father’s death. Specializing in individualized , handcrafted items, and expanding the business to include blacksmithing, weapon reproductions, and other things, the shop does good business and it’s work that he enjoys. He served in the army, was discharged due to injury, and married his sweetheart Sarah when he was still quite young. He went back to his business, generally just living a quiet, happy life. Sarah died of cancer several years later, when Paul was in his thirties. Now he spends his time working, drinking or trying to keep his friends out of trouble.
There’s a few subsets of his modern verse, including the group verse with thexinstigator, ofcongress, josephwarren, and adauxilium (v: good times)
Hockey verse (v: center ice)
For the last few years, Paul has lived in Georgia, playing for the ECHL team the Atlanta Gladiators. His hard word’s paid off, though, as he’s been called up to the Providence Bruins, the minor league affiliate of the Boston Bruins NHL team. So, he’s moved back to his childhood home of Boston, hoping to soon enough be playing in the major league.
Pirate verse (v: flags and sails)
Accompanying Sam Adams from Boston, the two men devise a loose plan to get more help for their cause. They travel south to the Caribbean, where the waters are teeming with pirate - pirates who hate the British Crown nearly as much as they do. The men hope to establish themselves, gain allies and make a navy of their own from their pirate friends in order to attack merchants loyal to the Crown and possibly the British Navy itself. Paul puts his skill in silversmith and what little weaponsmithing he knows to good use in order to get himself a good reputation.
In some threads, Paul serves as quartermaster under Sam Adams, who was elected Captain of his own pirate ship.
Hunter/Supernatural verse (v: bumps in the night)
Modern au denoted with (m) Main verse au denoted with (s)
Paul Revere has spent a good deal of his life fighting something or another, growing up with stories of terrors and monsters in the dark. As he grew, he realized how true those stories were, and eventually found himself devoted to the cause of destroying those things that pose a danger to human beings.
College verse (v: young, wild and free)
Paul is a junior in college, majoring in History. A member of a local fraternity, he spends more time hanging out on the Green playing his guitar and flirting than he does studying for classes. He does enjoy partying from time to time, and his laid back nature and fun disposition making him welcome at most places. Still, he gets good grades and likes his classes. He plays hockey for the school’s team. And, despite how laid back he generally is, if someone messes with his friends, he’s not afraid to get into a fight.
A bit of historical inaccuracy: Paul Revere remarried Rachel Walker after the death of his first wife. For rp purposes, in both verses, Paul did not remarry. He also had sixteen children, eleven of whom survived. It is unlikely that I will play that out.
