An imposing slaveowner that produces the majority of the food for women of war
From Create Your Own Story
So young spirit, you choose the path of a Slaveowner. Now go on your journey through life...
You wake up in your cabin on your soft bed. You sit up and recall who you are. Your name is Yuri. You are 23 years old. Your smooth blonde hair goes down past your shoulders. Your eyes are a dark green. Your skin is white all the way through and has only a faint touch of muscle running through it. You stand at 6'2. Your breasts are a D Cup as your people call them.
You wear a long buckskin skirt that goes down to above your ankles, underneath that is your white underwear. Above all of this is a buckskin shirt that does not do much to hold your breasts back, but manages to keep them in. Brown sandals lay at your door.
On a table lays a whip, a bow along with a quiver of arrows, and a long bronze dagger.
You are in the village of Greengrass, on your plantation in the southern part of the outskirts.
You:
