While being at Arlington Hall had its perks, mainly that she was seen for what she could contribute intellectually rather than purely for the fact she was still unmarried, New York was still home. Walking the streets, she couldn’t help but look around at the buildings around her, trying to see what had changed since her stay in Virginia. The war had changed a lot of things, including her, but she still lamented how far was still to go for women to be truly considered equal. Nonetheless, the plight of women for equality was lower down on her list of priorities today, her mind taken over by both her father and in drinking in all the details of her home. Deciding to buy herself a paper, she approached the nearest stall only for someone else to have arrived at the same time as her. Pursing her lips slightly in annoyance, she remembered her manners. “By all means, after you.”
While 1944 New York City was nothing but busy this time of day, the lively chatter of the somewhat musty joint was enough to drown out the plethora of car honks and men yelling. Knowing his time home was dwindling, Roman had decided to take advantage of what little days he had left. After all, there was no guarantee he would come back. So, fancying himself a repose from the high life, he’d stopped by the building in the hopes of catching an old friend or two. However, when he stepped inside, the young, vibrant men that had once filled the room were replaced by older folks, all talking over one another in the hopes of being heard. The scene hadn’t been what he’d expected but neither did it surprise him. He knew where those young men were. Walking over to the empty pool table, Roman gently picked up two cue sticks. Turning around, he looked for a suitable opponent before his eyes met that of someone else. He offered out the cue. “Up for a friendly game?”
“What we have done for ourselves alone, dies with us; what we have done for others and the world, remains and is immortal”
,Born in Chicago in 1914, Evie grew up in an orphanage
Never really one for school but not one to shirk hard work, Evie worked multiple jobs from the age of thirteen.
At the age of eighteen she decided to move away from Chicago and made her way to New York, stopping in various cities along the way and working whatever job she could get.
Still unsure of what she really wanted to do with her life, Evelyn joined the American Red Cross at the age of twenty and volunteered often. It gave her the sense of family that she always longed for.
It was with their encouragement that she decided to pursue her aspiration of becoming a nurse and with their help she enrolled into The New York Training School which was at Bellevue Hospital.
When war broke out in Europe in 1939, Evie traveled to Geneva to help in the distribution of aid to the citizens of war torn areas.
Upon America entering the war in December 1941, Evie’s responsibilities changed and she went from helping encourage people to donate blood to being enrolled into the Red Cross Nursing Service and being sent to field hospitals to provide medical help as well as emotional support.
Within her first week, she met Roman Myers as she tended to a bullet graze on his arm. The two wrote to one another and were married as quickly as possible.
Although Evie was never someone who minded a fast pace or struggled handling a more relaxed pace, she did struggle ever so slightly in being around all that deaths and injuries constantly
It was due to that that she asked to be transferred back to home soil for a few months where she is now helping in local hospitals as well as providing support of the families of those serving.
“ You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you. “
He grew up in San Diego in a large, wealthy family.
In 1931, at the age of sixteen he fell ill with Polio, leaving him confined to his bed for weeks until he recovered.
Logan was lucky enough to not just escape with his life but also without being paralysed from the disease, although he does still suffer from muscle weakness due to it.
He still has a slight limp from the illness affecting his right side more than his left and on bad days he will use a cane to help himself.
After recovering, he chose to move to New York, as much as he loved .his family to a lot of others he was just the boy who almost died.
Inspired by the doctors who’d saved his life, Logan attended Columbia Medical School.
During his time in the hospital he met a nurse, Clara, who he fell in love with at the pair were married in 1938, when Logan was 23 and Clara just 19.
Despite knowing that his chances of being successful in enlisting were slim to none, he just couldn’t bring himself not to at least try and defend his country.
Logan always wanted children, though Clara had been content to wait, the outbreak of war has meant that it’s another thing he’s had to put on the back burner.
Although Logan was rejected from the army due to his muscle weakness, he likes to lead people to believe that he received an II-A rather than IV-F.
He hates his body and the way it’s prevented him from serving his country and he constantly worries about what people think about when they see him not out there fighting.
Please note that Logan's illness has been changed for the duration for this au.
Born in New York in 1915 she grew up there until the age of eleven where she moved to England for school.
Her parents were both wealthy and had established businesses when she was born so she wanted for nothing.
Attended boarding school in England where she excelled in languages, mathematics and problem solving.
When the depression hit, her family lost a lot of money so Livia began to work whenever she could, despite hating every minute of it. Now, she sees it as character building because without it she knows she'd probably have settled for much less before she knew she could look after herself.
Despite having hit harder times her parents were adamant that Livia still attended University College London, where she graduated in 1936 with a degree in German and Linguistics.
When the war broke out in Europe she returned home but kept her attention on event there so when the USA entered the war she was keen to do her bit. She searched for a way to be of use and soon applied to SIS as a civilian.
She spends her time trying to break coded messages and has little time for what society expects from her. She’s there to do a job and serve a purpose, as far as she’s concerned her life is perfectly fulfilled without a man and she’ll challenge anyone who says otherwise.
Despite her father being exempt from being drafted, Livia hasn’t been lucky enough to escape watching him suffer as he is now suffering from tuberculosis.
It’s because of this that Livia is reluctant to allow herself to actually enlist in the army or navy as part of the SIS simply because as a civilian, although she is attached to the army, she gets far more control over her own time.
She is currently in New York briefly to see her father and is sworn to secrecy on the matter of her work.
Raised in New Hampshire, Roman was born to a housewife and US Lieutenant in 1913.
When the US entered WWI in 1917, Roman’s father was shipped overseas. A few months later, a SNCO, and chaplain arrived at their doorstep, letting them know his father had been killed in action. Roman was four years old.
Though his memories are hazy, the death of his father deeply affected Roman and he grew to idolize what he represented, promising that one day he too would join the army.
Motivated by a desire to serve his country, Roman graduated high school and enrolled in the United States Military Academy— his father’s alma mater.
He climbed the ranks while in the academy and after graduation, Roman was commissioned into the military as an officer.
Roman quickly earned a reputation for his sharp shooting and while the US army did not have an official sniper school yet, Roman went through an advanced marksmanship course and developed skills which would prove to be useful once the war began.
Like most soldiers, Roman knew it was only a matter of time before the United States entered the war. However, not even he expected the entry to come as the result of an attack. Thrown into the heart of the war, Roman moved around with his unit which included close friend, Carter Mikkelson.
Although the United States was not nearly as familiar with sniping tactics in WWII, it was due to training under a former German sniper that allowed Roman to become one of the most well-trained snipers in the US Army.
After being grazed by a bullet, Roman met Evelyn Archer, an Army nurse, and the two developed a relationship before ultimately marrying near the beginning of 1943.
Currently a Captain in the US military, Roman is in New York for a brief stay where he is gearing up to be shipped overseas once more.
Important Note: As you may have noticed, Roman is not yet blind. He will lose his sight on D-Day which has not yet occurred.
Born in Connecticut, Harlow was raised in a wealthy, upperclass family.
Though her home life was good for a few years, tensions in her household increased as her parents began to argue.
The arguments soon became regular with each night ending in screaming matches. However, because divorce was frowned upon, her parents chose to remain married, leading to a very strained atmosphere.
Feeling neglected by her parents, Harlow began turning to relationships. She developed a reputation for it and it wasn’t long before she fell into a series of bad flings.
In an effort to change that, Harlow decided to attend Vassar College (female sister school of Yale) and moved to Poughkeepsie, New York. It was during a Vassar and Yale function that Harlow met her last and worst boyfriend.
Initially taken with him, they soon began to go steady. The relationship was good until she graduated in 1939 and World War II was now underway. It was then that he became increasingly controlling and eventually physically abusive. Harlow hid the abuse from her family and parents for nearly three years.
In 1942, more than a year after the US entered the war, Harlow’s boyfriend was drafted and shipped off.
A few months after his departure, she took advantage of his absence and sent him a letter terminating the relationship for good.
Now, Harlow turned her attention to herself. A talented artist, she’d always had a love and fascination for fashion. She moved to Park Avenue and began helping transform blankets, sacks, etc., into clothes for the children and women left behind who’d donated much of their clothing fabric to the war effort.
However, not feeling like she was doing enough, Harlow soon chose to work in a nearby factory that transformed nylon into usable army materials such as parachutes and powder sacks as well as making uniforms for soldiers where she currently works today.
