You know the plot. Here's my character.
Name: Tsura
Age: 17
Appearance:


Abilities:
Singing
Dancing
Fortune telling

Name: Tuskino Wasaba.
Age: 17
Apperance:
Abilites: Gun Handling, Physical Defence and Offence.

[[Should I start?]]

(That would be great)

[[Sorry if I sound out of place. This is my first time doing this type of Rp. I should improve though.]]

Tuskino sat on the ground, away from where everyone else was. They were all sitting around a small fire, cooking there food, having a good time. Telling stories of their lives before they were sent out to Europe. Tuskino didnt like it when others talked about there fabulous lives and what they were coming home to in the future. He didnt have anything to go home too. His family disaprooved of him joining the army, so if he went back, he might get yelled at or dissapoint many people. He sighed. Next to Tuskino, there was his riffel for when he went into combat. He took it with him everywhere so he would have something to protect himself if an ambush were to happen and caught everyone off gaurd.

Unbeknownst to the merry making soliders, a young gypsy woman lurked in the supply tent, pilfering whatever she might manage to get her hands on. She forgot to keep an ear out, so she was taken quite by surprise when one of the soliders caught her. She hadn't realized they were there until she felt the cold barrel of a gun at her neck. 'Caught...' She though as she man pulled her up by her wrists, and then restrained her. "A little theif we have... Let's just take you to the others then." He said, pushing her along. She struggled as best she could against the man who was near twice her size. "Let me go!" She declared.

Tusino could hear the soldiers behind him speaking loudly. He turned around to see what was so interesting to them to see that they had a young gypsie caught. He wondered what she was doing there and why she was surrounded by the other men. The first thought that came to his mind was perverted and turned away, emberressed at his mind. 'Jeeze...' Tuskino thought.

Tsura struggled some more as she tried to get free. They began to tie her hands. "You're not leavin' here til you've paid off what you stole, gypsy." The solider said. Tsura glared at him. "The proper termonology is 'Roma'..." She said, acidly. The solider rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah... It all boils down to theif in my book, now move it." He said, pushing her along towards where everyone else was.

Tuskino grew cold from sitting in the dark away from the fire. Not only was he cold, but he wanted to know what was going on with the Gypsy. He stood up, grabbing his riffle on the way, and started walking back to camp. He wondered what time it was, he didnt have a watch with him. He was getting tired and liked having a stict sleeping scedual and didnt want to go over his bed time. He was a little bit odd and childish, but thats just how he lives.