((Your father is Caleus Favirn. Your last name is Favirn as well.))

it's currently 1708, and your father owns the largest plantation in the USA. He has everything from cotton to beer, and everything in between. He makes a lot of money. Which means... he has a lot of slaves. Unfortunately.

You were never big on owning slaves as you grew up, since your mother taught you never to treat another unkindly. Completely opposite of what your father said.

A few weeks ago was your 21st birthday. Hw bought you three things. Your own horse carriage and horses, whiskey, and... a slave man named Arnold. He was very handsome, very strong. He worked in the fields, picking fruits and vegetables.

Arnold looked quite unhappy while he picked the fruit. He was the only one out right now, as he's the most physically able and it's early morning. He knew he couldn't take a bite of the food... he'll get whipped. Or worse.

When he saw you come outside, he gasped quietly, and began working faster.

"Morning, Miss Favirn."