"Nope." She rolled her eyes. "But one slip up and you get a job that should kill you. Lucky me I'm stronger than I look."
What if slavery in America never ended? (OPEN RP)
"Yeah, I know how you feel," Tasper replied. They finally reached the road.
(Anybody here?)
(Hai I'm kinda here but also working on schoolwork)
(Hi! I finally made a character)
Name: Mounira (Mouse) Brewer
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Race / Ethnicity: African- American and other
Appearance: lanky but unexpectedly short. Her hair is cut short but it's very messy and wavy, and it's hard to see how short it really is. Her hair is just as light as her skin. She's not extremely dark or light - hard to pick out in a crowd of slaves.
Personality: Artistic -in another world she'd be a painter. Intelligent, blunt, quick and speedy, resourceful, brash, hard to read. She's somewhat more satisfied with slavery than she should be, as she's never tried to run away. Always keeps important things around just in case of an assault, an instinct deeply ingrained in her since childhood - she assumes it is because of all the bad rumors she hears about this.
Background: Has mixed heritage, but is a slave. Her grandmother is from Peru, but no one knows where she is now. Some terrible childhood memory has been submerged and hidden, and Mouse doesn't know what it is.
(Btw she's a factory slave, so it's like an unpaid worker in a sweatshop)
Mouse packed her bags for the morning. It wasn't much - a spare peach from the Brewer's leftover supplies, a plastic water bottle, a rag to wipe away her sweat. But it was all needed for her four-mile slopey walk to the factory.
She checked the watch on her hand, self-painted with looping blue colors. It was almost 5:15, and she would most likely be early.
She shrugged, packing her bags with more necessities - bear spray, more water, a shawl. She glanced back at her room - for now, just hers since the other house slave was still waiting to leave that farm in the south - and she smiled.
She walked out the door, walking through the grasslands towards the factory.