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Name: Besa

Reanamed by master: Bert

Gender: Male

Looks: Besa has tanned skin an shaggy dark brown hair. He's African and is a slave for his master Rob. He has a muscular bodybuild because of all his hard work, and many scars. He has a scar over one eye and cannot see out of it.

Personality: Besa was the sweet kind of guy who would always do fun things. He would be the one who would joke around and make everyone smile. But now, He is very quiet and does what he is assigned. He knows when to keep his mouth shut.

Bio: Besa was taken from Africa at a young age. He watched his younger brother ie from thw whites. He has lived in a plantation by a man named Rob. Rob an his daughter travel alot, while he stays behind and cleans up the house, cooking, harvesting and planting rice, and so on. He grew up with the master's daughter and has a protective feeling over her.

Other: He has an accent from his old African language

Words in his accent:
Massa: Master
Yes'm: Yes ma'am
Yes'ir: Yes sir

Name: Amelie Chandler

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Looks: Amelie has butterscotch hair that goes to her upper back in glossy waves, thistle purple eyes, ivory skin, thick & long eyelashes, plump nora pink lips, straight-edged nose that is a bit turned up, has an hourglass figure, and is 6'1 in height.

Personality: Amelie is gentle and friendly, but she isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes isn't right. She loves to cook and help the slaves without her father's permission, rarely ever asking him if she can.

Biography: Amelie was born on December 31st in France, but her race is British. Her mother taught all of the recipes to Amelie, quickly mastering them, hence the reason why she loves to cook. Amelie's mother died while giving birth to her premature brother, who also died within one week of life.

Other: Amelie has a vision enhancement that allows her to see the emotion a person is feeling, which are called auras.

Let us start!!

Besa:
I was called into the big house by Massa. I slipped through the big front doors and to the dig ining table where he and his daughter sat. "Yes Massa?" "You are going to serve dinner tonight for us, Nancy got sick and we need someone to step in." Massa says to me. "Yes'ir..." I nod.

Amelie sat next to her hard looking father. Amelie's father looked completely from Amelie, he had strong jawlines and a hard and buff looking face, while Amelie had softer and more gentle looks. "Father, I haven't cooked for some time, and I'd honestly would love and go help the servants, please father, please?"

Father:
"Amelie... i've told you time and time again that you do not belong in the room with the servants. But, since you're birthday is in a short tiime, I guess I shall cut you some slack and let you cook this evening. But, not too much time, darling." I tell her, sternly with a small sigh. "Bert, if my Amelieneeds any help in the kitchen you are to help her. Dismissed."

Besa:
"Yes'ir." I nod a bit and hurry out of the room into the kichen. I washed the dirt from my hands, after working a long, hard morning planting rice.

Amelie's thistle eyes brightened at her father's words."Thank you!" She said as she planted a light kiss on her father's cheek and stood from her chair, immediately rushing into the kitchen. It was hot and steamy due to the fire and the vapor escaping the pots. The servants stared at her with a slightly shocked expression, this had been the first time she has ever been in the kitchen since she was a child.

"Ghost.of.Wilderness" wrote:

Amelie's thistle eyes brightened at her father's words."Thank you!" She said as she planted a light kiss on her father's cheek and stood from her chair, immediately rushing into the kitchen. It was hot and steamy due to the fire and the vapor escaping the pots. The servants stared at her with a slightly shocked expression, this had been the first time she has ever been in the kitchen since she was a child.

Besa:
"Massa daughter be cookin' in here with us today." I announce to the chefs. They nod and continue their cooking. We slaves were not supposed to make contact with Massa's daughter. We weren't even supposed to talk to her unless she acknowledged us. "Teenie, what Massa daugher be to do?"

Teenie:
I was the top chef, a small woman, but I was great with cooking. "Ms, you may chop carrots or celery if you like." I say to Master's daughter.

Amelie smiled at Teenie and slightly nodded. She grabbed an apron and tied it around her waist, and began chopping the carrots quickly, each slice an equal size. In record time she was already finished, and looked over at Teenie. "Teenie, you may go take rest, I shall be in charge. Don't worry, I know how to cook by heritage," Amelie said with a friendly wink. It was true, Amelie had caught the ability to cook perfectly without being taught.