What if slavery in America never ended? (OPEN RP)

Name: Zisel Sloane
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Panromantic
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Short ombré (brown to blonde) hair, blue eyes. Not pale, but isn’t super tan either.
Personality: develop
Background: develop
Other: stuff

(Sounds cool, may I join?)

(Yes! We can start this afternoon if everyone wants to. Would have started last night but I watched the new avengers movie and needed time to recover…)

( To be honest I've never watched Marvel, Avengers, and all those movies….. Is it good?)

(uhhhhh…YES!!!!)

(I'll make my character, one second. Could He/She be a slave along with another one of your characters?)

Name: Harriet (Named after Harriet Tubman)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan
Race/Ethnicity: African
Appearance: Short, curly black hair, dark skin tone, amber brown eyes, tall and strong. Wears a dress made of scrap fabric that is more patch than dress at this point, no socks or shoes.
Personality: A fighter. Hopeful. But not foolish, she knows when to strike.
Background: Slave
Other: Has escaped more than once but has always been caught. Sold to different owners. Knows how to read and write fluently, and knows advanced maths and sciences from stolen schoolbooks.

(Anyone want to begin?)

(Or has everyone left?)

( Soup)

(Pizza)

( I should of said milk.)

(And cookies)

( No whipcream.)

(I'm going to church and won't be back for a few hours but you guys are free to start whenever)

(I'm gone until the afternoon :( See ya)

(bye)

(Anyone here?)

//hello

(Boy I am ALWAYS here except for tomorrow cuz Im going on a trip.)

(okie well do u guys want me to start or should we wait for others?)

(Start)

(yeah go ahead, but I'm multitasking with homework too)

(okie)

Tasper stepped into the living room, his hands clasped together to keep them from shaking. He was afraid, definitely, but he was also furious. Today was the anniversary of his father's death, but when he'd asked if he could take a day –not even the whole day, just part of it– he'd been turned down. Now he stared at the master with eyes filled with hatred, daring him to speak. Suddenly someone else (whoever wants to) entered the room.

//we can start yeah

Zisel hadn’t been expecting her father staring down a slave in their living room. She expected silence so she could read her book - it wasn’t about to happen now, was it? She stood silently, not sure what to do.

//so like

//oops
so like a lot of inventions wouldn’t have been created without black people so are we just pretending that they were invented by white people or

( Can Zisel and Ashlynn be friends?)

//oops
so like a lot of inventions wouldn’t have been created without black people so are we just pretending that they were invented by white people or

(I'd been thinking about that and I decided that lets just have society kind of run down and dystopian-like. A larger imbalance of wealth. So the elite people who own slaves are wealthy and white, but everyone else (white or otherwise) is super broke and the economy isn't that great)

(Could Harriet be a slave to Zisel's father too? Like, maybe Zisel's private maid?)