Perso: She's sweet and obident- most of the time. She follows what she believes in. She's very smart and funny. She is very curious and happy to do new things.
Bio: She's the youngest of seven girls and eleven boys. Her mom died having her so her Father is most protective of her since she has her Mom's looks and personality.
Looks: (Will get later)
Personality: He's not one to complain about what has to be done. He obeys orders without a word. He likes to joke around and such. He's wise and usually knows ########## what to say. he likes to play tricks and tease people as well.
Bio: Kwasii was ripped from his family at a young age. he had just been bought by a new master. He had to watch his family die in fire, and his little brother get stabbed and die in front of his own eyes. In his villiage they married very younge, and the girl he loved died infront of his eyes as well.
Other: He has a birthmark on his back.
I struggled as I was striped bare and pushed onto a platform. I was in full veiw of many plantation owners, looking for new slaves. Some had their wives and children with them.. I was no smiling faces, except for the men who saw a slave they wanted. A line of owners walked infront of the line of the bare slaves, examining each of them. Their arms, backs, chests, legs, faces, even their mouths. The men went back into the croud and started dthe bidding. "Sold!!" I yeard the auctioneer yell, pointing to me and a man who looked nothing like happy. I was just baught by a new plantation owner. I growled a bit, being pushed off the platform and into the back of a wagon. I closed my eyes tightly, pushing myself back into the wagon, wanting to be back home at Africa.
I was outside on our porch, talking with my sisters and brothers about the new slaves. I didn't like the whole slave idea. These 'slaves' where people too, with families and lives of there own. I sighed and looked up, seeing the wagon driving two new slaves here. I couldn't watch. I turned to go back inside but my oldest brother, Nick, grabbed my hand and turned me back around. "They have to know who they serve." He hissed at me, smiling meanly. I sighed and turned so my body faced them, but my head was turned to the side.
I saw a big family, many kids, on the porch. I looked away, swollowing my shame of being bare infront of them. The wagon was almost to a stop as I was forced, pushed, actually, out of the wagon. I was just a young one of the slaves, but very stong and able to do many things. I did not speak much English and didn't understand much of it. But, I knew words like, "Slave", "master", "Yes'ir", "Yes'm", etc. I looked up at the kids on the prch with shame and discust at all their smirks. Except one....