seriously, just post your introduction. paragraphs preferred STRONGLY to lists; no pictures unless you're referring to maybe an outfit that's hard to describe. you have to be literate and if you aren't i'll tell you to leave. there is no specific plot, but there may be a murder mystery twisted in if people vote in favor of it. remember the traditions and lifestyle of the 1700's and use them to your advantage. we don't have cellphones and computers here, people.

"Come on now, honey. We're going to be late." A woman spoke, her angular face pointed downward and to her right side. All around her neck and on top of her shoulders fell deep burgundy curls, contrasting her icy blue eyes. Her lips were plump and painted maroon, with a matching blush on the apples of her cheeks. Fitted perfectly around her torso was a pale yellow, satin dress. It was obviously choking her lungs, for she seemed to quickly be out of breath as she rushed towards the church, younger sister tagging along helplessly. The dress was corset-style in the front, and on the outside of the lacing were pale pink ruffles, which came down into a point at her waist. The bottom layer was stacked on top of many thick petticoats, which was an awful thing to drag around when you had a figure as frail as Olivia Thea's. best reference for her dress The church bells grew louder as they neared, and Olivia's sister was becoming breathless. "Please Olli, I'm tired!" This is when she was scooped up, and rushed to the steps of the church. The little one, Lianie, was seated quite comfortably on her older sister's poofy dress. She clung to her waist and obediently hopped off as they arrived. Taking their seats, both were incredibly quiet and still, waiting for the service.

Kate didn't want to be late for the service. She was a poor girl from a struggling family, and the one thing she was sure of in her life was the church. The bells tolled, and she began to pant as she launched herself up the hard steps. Her younger brothers and sister were somewhere behind, but Kate knew they were safe with her mother. Her poor, faded mother, who had once been as bright as a jewel, but was now muted and permanently weak and frail. Kate's father had died when she was thirteen, and since then her mother had been working double, and Kate had tried her best to help out with the house and the children. She turned briefly, going against the crowd of peasants making their way leisurely upwards, spotting the blond spots that were her twin brothers, and the auburn of her mother. Rosalie, who would probably tire at the steps, was likely to be in Mother's arms. Kate turned back towards the church and ran, briefly passing a burgundy-haired girl with a small girl. She eagerly sat on a wooden bench, her own long, blonde curls bouncing with the change in height. Now, she could relax.

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OOC|: In the 1700s there were no more witch trials...