<div align="center">(http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i55/TamaRose75/My%20Roleplay%20Characters/Nakia.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>{New Orleans:1792}<br/><br/><br/>Nakia the daughter of an rich plantation owner made her way to the families private shrine on the east end,dressed in a long silk silver dress and a black cloak with her hood drawn over her head,hiding her face and body as she carried a singular candle in hand,guiding her way to the secluded building.Once inside she set down the candle on the small table then went ahead and lit the several other candles that covered it,letting it fill the room full of light.Then slipping the hood of her cloak back,she knelt down on her knees and began wiping the old leaves that had blown in on her mother's grave off,before saying a small prayer for the woman her,her father,and sisters had lost only a few months ago to yellow fever.<br/><br/>God,how she had missed her.Although,maybe not as much as her father did.Even though he would will himself to get up everyday and do his job by over looking the slaves and the plantation,there were days she would notice that he could barely function as a father.It seemed as long as he kept himself busy and didn't have to deal with her or her sisters,he was better off.It was almost like she had lost two parents at once and now she was left to take care of her sisters and the home when she herself was still young and didn't quite know what to do.Letting a small tear roll down the side of her cheek,she lay her head down against the headstone and wept,wishing that her mother was still alive or that she was dead so she could leave this so called life that was now nothing more then a nightmare.</strong> </div>