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Notes are jotted once more in his journal, far from prying eyes or...what he hoped was far enough away, inside his tent. Blasts of fireworks and bursts of light illuminate, causing a gentle smile to etch slowly across. While he was pleased to know of France’s union...it is preferred, for the lad he celebrate alone. 

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He could feel his eyes grow heavier by the minutes, as more patients trickle in. One after the other. So many young and old alike. This tent was far too small, too uncomfortable. His lips purse, remembering a conversation he had with one of Washington's generals, for larger space for the patients sake. Of course, it was brushed aside.

Lifting his head, he blinked once to see someone he had not seen before enter. Surprised, to see them here.

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   Starter for @lamarqxise

He could hear several soldiers whisper as he rode up to them, at long last. They were older. Far older versus his twenty-three years. Men whom had seen far worse in their life time. Honestly, Chion himself had his doubts if he could actually do this. {{"Looks wet behind the ears."}} One man, an American gruffed out, spitting on the ground. {{"This all 'His Excellency' has?"}}

{{"Boy wouldn't last five minutes out there, give or take. Heard it's intense at Brandywine already, the show hasn't even begun."}} A French soldier declared, jutting his chin in that manner, Chion always hated. That judging look in his eyes.

{{"How many want to bet, he'll start pissing himself when he sees real combat?"}} Another jeered, earning bouts of snickers from the quartet before him. But Chion was not fazed. His expression remains blase. Vacant. Even Visare, his American Paint breed hoofed the ground in agitation.

"Easy does it girl, we're not here to impress." He cooed so soft to her.

But, that did not mean he did not want to show them the real Chion Cauthins. Whether on the field or off the field, Chion was a soldier through and through. Recently, he found himself making rounds in the medic tents. Finding a new interest in medicine and helping patients in need. He came from no lineage of doctors or nurses, but he was a steady learner.

Show him how to do something, he could figure it out. Fingers anxiously clutch the reigns of Visare, as he hears their major holler to move out. Keep in formation. Warm mid day sun beat against his neck, sure to leave a burn later. His arrows were well stocked in their quiver. Bow on the other side of his saddle.

He did not seem to hear the sounds of another approaching him. His pale blue eyes focused, only up ahead.

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He found himself in an ocean of red and white. Two colors he never once thought, in all his years of living to find himself amongst. Blue suited he more. Much more. But the moment Chion requested such task, to spy on Major John Andre and his lot, he knew there to be no turning back.

Soon as the two red coats opened those mahogany doors, he's in a complete different world, that he is so far unacustomed of. A world of gold wine, elegant dresses on the women and men dashing in their uniforms or tuxedos. Major Tallmadge warned him what gentlemen parties, often entailed. Chion gave his assurance, that he would be fine.

Giving his coat to a servant, he finally enters the parlor. His eyes marvel upon the various paintings along its walls, not taking in much to realize Andre is an artist. Another servant walks by offering him a drink, which he takes. Only one, he tells himself.

If he drinks too much, Chion could well ruin the operation. And wind up somewhere, where only the worst criminals or poor unfortunate captives are held. 

“Showtime,” he murmured to himself. “Don’t screw it up...please.”

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Biography

 Hailing from a family of German/Scottish immigrants, Chion was born and raised in Dartford, Wisconsin a small village coming into the world on Christmas Eve morning. Born to an inventor father and midwife mother. 

Quiet is what one may notice about him at first, yet, behind his eyes a strong will to survive the Revolution lingers. He had no friends growing up except for that of a small fox, when he was a child named Todd.

Though the witch trials may have passed, his mother was still looked upon with distrust amongst their peers of Dartford. His father's reputation was bad enough, they said. In turn they were forced out into the woods. While Chion does not harbor any hatred, trying to remember his mother's firmness of that hatred eats away at your soul, that bitterness still lingers deep to a small degree.

When she died of consumption years later, Chion made the decision at aged twenty five for The Cause. 

  Chion finds himself in Washington’s spy ring after learning of William Bradford and Charles Lee’s treachery. His goal in all this: Simply to protect what matters most to him. 

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Open Starter “First Encounters”

Autumn had long last made its decent. The tree leaves are in an array of reds, golds and browns. 

Chion could remember many a time, walking along the banks of that river he was so fond of. Basking in the sunlight and embracing the solitude. To be one with only he and Mother Nature. Smells of fall linger around, as he makes way through the town. Pumpkin and ginger. While he did not care, for supply runs typically (the perks of being a lowly cadet), he did enjoy the walk. 

And a chance, for his mare to stretch her legs. A rather beautiful one by the name of Visare. She’s the only one in truth, whom trusted him after a series of bad owners. No one else could tame her. 

Tying her to her post, feeding a sugar cube he smiled faint as she ate from his hand, thus taking a look around at the various shops or stalls. 

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BIO

  Hailing from a family of German/Scottish immigrants, Chion was born and raised in Dartford, Wisconsin a small village in Michigan coming into the world on Christmas Eve morning.

Quiet is what one may notice about him at first, yet, behind his eyes a strong will to survive the Revolution lingers. He had no friends growing up except for that of a small fox, when he was a child named Todd. Unfortunately, to his horror his father killed the animal out of pure spite. Years later he died from alcohol poisoning.

Though the witch trials may have passed, his mother was still looked upon with distrust amongst their peers of Dartford. His father's reputation was bad enough, they said. In turn they were forced out into the woods. While Chion does not harbor any hatred, trying to remember his mother's firmness of that hatred eats away at your soul, that bitterness still lingers deep to a small degree.

When she died of consumption years later, Chion made the decision at aged twenty to sign up for the war. Abusive as his father was, he did teach him some ways in archery when he was a boy of nine. It would prove useful for his position in Washington's army.

Though unsure what his fate will be, Chion made a solemn vow to keep going. No matter the price.

Characters he meets: Benjamin Tallmadge (mid season one) Caleb Brewster (mid season one) William Bradford (season two) Benedict Arnold (season two) Washington (mid season two) Lafayette (season three) Gamble Shanks