The Introduction:

I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away. My father was a carpenter, and considered so intelligent and skilful in his trade, that, when buildings out of the common line were to be erected, he was sent for from long distances, to be head workman. On condition of paying his mistress two hundred dollars a year, and supporting himself, he was allowed to work at his trade, and manage his own affairs. His strongest wish was to purchase his children; but, though he several times offered his hard earnings for that purpose, he never succeeded. In complexion my parents were a light shade of brownish yellow, and were termed mulattoes. They lived together in a comfortable home; and, though we were all slaves, I was so fondly shielded that I never dreamed I was a piece of merchandise, trusted to them for safe keeping, and liable to be demanded of them at any moment. I had one brother, William, who was two years younger than myself--a bright, affectionate child. I had also a great treasure in my maternal grandmother, who was a remarkable woman in many respects.

Such were the unusually fortunate circumstances of my early childhood. When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died. As I saw the cheek grow paler, and the eye more glassy, how earnestly I prayed in my heart that she might live! I loved her; for she had been almost like a mother to me. My prayers were not answered. She died, and they buried her in the little churchyard, where, day after day, my tears fell upon her grave.

After a brief period of suspense, the will of my mistress was read, and we learned that she had bequeathed me to her sister's daughter, a child of five years old. So vanished our hopes. My mistress had taught me the precepts of God's Word: "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." "Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so unto them." But I was her slave, and I suppose she did not recognize me as her neighbor. I would give much to blot out from my memory that one great wrong. As a child, I loved my mistress; and, looking back on the happy days I spent with her, I try to think with less bitterness of this act of injustice. While I was with her, she taught me to read and spell; and for this privilege, which so rarely falls to the lot of a slave, I bless her memory.

The Story To Be Written:


When Linda is bequeathed to her sisters daughter, she moves to a new plantation that has a larger holdings of slaves and is set abound into a new world where she must learn to cope with the hardships lived out by slaves. Your roles can be anything from the master of the house who does whatever he pleases with the female slaves, the jealous wife, the honest male slave in the fields, or a neighbor who supports or doesn't like slavery. You can set your mission to learning to write, or finding freedom! I, your faithful GM, will guide the story either way.


Roles:
Linda || Slave || Female || FC: || [Aizuki]
Slaver || Doctor || Male || FC: || [OPEN]
Slavers Wife || Female || FC: || [OPEN]
Slave || Field || Male || FC: || [OPEN]
Slave || House || Male || FC: || [OPEN]
Slave || House || Female || FC: || [AlarienMetro]
Slave || Field || Female || FC: || [OPEN]

May Add More! Feel free to create new roles too.


Rules
1. No Godmodding
2. Stay true to RPG's rules
3. Although this is a mature roleplay, understand that all sexual scenes must fade out according to RPG's rules.
4. Do not kill off another players character without permission from the GM and the Roleplayer
5. Please have fun!
6. Reservations only last 2 days. Please submit WIP by then.
7. Add Acscent Story to your reservation for it to be accepted.
8. Anime images must be high quality to be accepted. Real images are preferred.
9. Please try and stay true to the historical value. If you are confused about something, ask in the OOC.