~The Althaia Tribe~ (Literate/Fantasy)
 

Deep in the heart of what is now known as the Amazon Rainforest there lived an ancient tribe known as The Althaia Tribe, a clan of people who have been around for hundreds of years living peacefully in isolation from the “outside world” men women and children living their lives as necessary to survive. Only using the resources they themselves create and hunt, avoiding most if not all contact with the “outside world.” Over time the tribe grew but only large enough to thrive in their own community. Some chose to adventure away from the tribe and usually they did not come back, they became a part of the “outside world.” Many of the Althaia Tribe's people would wander the forest, watching and learning from those of the “outside world” always remaining hidden and silent. On occasion they would be seen, but with their great skills and swiftness they disappear leaving no evidence of their presence.

Though as peaceful as their existence is a selected few were trained in the art of combat and battle for safety purpose, and thus the guard was created only a handful of the tribes people were trained under the keen eye of the elders in a hidden place from the view of the other people of the tribe.

The Althaia Tribe's people lived in harmony and peace for decades, never being bothered by those outside their world was an existence of its own until one grave day when all the people knew changed and was destroyed. The tribe was ambushed by a new threat, a group of people who had been searching for the tribe for there are myths of the tribe that they are healers and have great items from pottery to jewelery that would bring a kings ransom to any who manage to obtain such treasures. The Althaia Tribe was slaughtered; even with the guards to protect them they were outnumbered. They were murdered in cold blood and all that was precious to the people was taken for profit, the bodies were left to rot on the earth; men, women and children all had their lives taken from them in a matter of moments. Those that were left alive were taken to be sold into slavery to be shipped across the land.

The Althaia Tribe no longer exists their people forgotten and lost in time. The attack was never documented and was never to be known to man kind as time went on, no one was left to tell the story for those in slavery would never speak a word of it for fear of death.

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~((All survivors are 10 years older than they appear [ex: appears 13 but is really 23].
~All survivors speak in an ancient tongue. Type in English but mention "she spoke in a long forgotten language" or something))
~All survivors have these powers: accelerated healing/speaking to nature/calling the elements to her aid/swift and able to move without a sound when necessary

Menewsha Name:Medieval_Princess24
Character Name: Kalissto Isidora (aka Kally)
Race: human but with the enhanced youth that all the Althaia Tribe people)
Sex: female
Age: appears 17 but is really 27
Powers/Abilities: accelerated healing/speaking to nature/calling the elements to her aid/swift and able to move without a sound when necessary
Weapons: She uses only her bow and arrow and her elemental abilities
Bio: Kalissto was born and raised in the Althaia Tribe, she knew great peace and joy through her childhood and never feared threat for she knew she was safe. She had wandered once or twice with her friends and some of the older members of the Tribe to watch "the outsiders" they learned much from them in secrecy and silence. Kalissto's life was perfect in all ways possible and any way known to mankind and animal kind alike.

She was never trained in the skill of war, for she was only 6 years old in appearance when her family was destroyed (though in mentality and maturity she was 16). Kalissto watch from her hiding place as her family was murdered, all she cared for was destroyed in a matter of moments, she watched people being dragged away from the village by force, screaming, kicking and fighting to the best of their abilities. Her mother, father, brother and sister were gone either taken or destroyed, she watched only for moments before she hide even deeper in the earth, becoming a part of the earth or so it would seem. There she remained for 4 days and nights, hiding and afraid. She could hear people pillaging her home taking all things that were worth value. She knew the stories of "the outsiders" but they never interfered, they never harmed the Althaians she heard stories of treasure hunters but was assured they would never find them, that they had been safe so long and would remain so forever. But someone caught wind of their people, someone got their hands on a treasure of the Althanian Tribe and used it as a goal, as a way to excuse the attack.

When the scavengers were gone she emerged from her hiding place to find all she knew in ruins, she took it upon herself to bury her people it took three days to bury the remains of her people, she mourned and she waited hoping some would return. Some of the remains were indistinguishable and as such she never truly knew who was being buried or who had been taken away to a life she hoped she would never endure. Now she lives her life alone with only the companions of the rain forest, she still uses her learned skills and speaks her native tongue.
Other: She is a survivor and feels she is the only one alive. She has lived in the rain forest hiding from those who may intrude. Her main companion is Mists the wolf that appeared to her the final night of burying her people.
Appearance: (She wears clothing made of skins not the cloth in the picture) Kalissto Isidora

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Hine was mad. It wasn't too unusual for her to be mad even, but she was particularly mad. She'd left to go find herself some food that morning and had returned to find the strange shelter she'd constructed and lived in had been ransacked and partially destroyed. Surveying the scene before her, she tightened her grip on the knife in her hand, almost hoping the culprit would emerge from her home. It was quite calming to imagine practicing her brutality on the culprit. But no matter how much Hine stared at the scene before her, the culprit didn't show and she had a disaster to take care of. Without saying anything or sighing even she started to pack up the remaining items, if someone had gone through her stuff then they knew she was here. While anyone who made her mad and crossed paths with her typically didn't live long, she did like to have what she considered to be her home hidden. At this point it wasn't and it was therefore time to move.

It was simply constructed and not well hidden, she should have thought more about that before putting it in such a convenient place. Hine was taking the few items that remained and was stuffing them into an opened bag, a sorry looking thing that she only hoped didn't have a hole in it. To pack up quicker she had put her knife to her side and used both hands to fill the bag. Due to the looters many of the things were gone. Hine noted that all that remained of her silverware was a lone bent spoon, as she threw it into the bag she reminded herself she'd have to steal a new set. To say the black haired girl was out of touch with her surroundings was no exaggeration, she was too focused on her task to notice anything around her. But even when Hine was at her most attentive she would have been unable to notice the approaching person. It only became evident to the girl that someone was there when the soft snap of a stick broke the forest ambiance. The idea to write it off was tempting, extremely tempting, but she half hoped it was some idiot (or idiots) who stumbled too close. Her eyes narrowed and she stopped packing the bag, instead opting to grab the nearby knife and clench it in her hand. Hine carefully looked out from the shelter towards the source of the noise.

Ariane slowly woke up in her small cell. She had no idea what time it was, but obviously business had already started. She could hear the moans and shouts from the rooms all around her.

A sudden shiver traveled down her spine. Ariane hugged her knees to her chest, large eyes fearful. It was honestly by the grace of God that her owners were moral enough to not sell an eight year old for sex. Some of the other girls had been in the business for a long time and weren't so lucky. Their stories could make your blood run cold.

Although, Ariane wasn't really 8, but she had been playing the part for so long that sometimes it was hard to remember what her real age was. But if her owners knew she was really almost twenty...well she could kiss her innocent slavehood goodbye. She knew there were plenty of people who would pay for time with a prepubescent girl, sans clothing, and her owners wouldn't feel morally conflicted because she would be of legal age. The best of both worlds, Ariane thought bitterly. The looks of a child, the legality of an adult.

But no, she would continue acting like a child as long as she could. She knew what the other girls went through, and was certainly in no hurry to begin her life as a prostitute at the brothel.

When the other woman stepped into Hine's site she'd been ready to jump up and end it right there. But the language that she used, when was the last time she had heard it? She loosened her grip on the knife and looked from the wolf towards the blonde and back again, if this person spoke the language... "Where..." she wasn't sure what to say and her voice was weak from years of disuse and she spoke an equally disused language, she stood up slowly and dusted her hands on the bottom of her skirt, "Where did you learn that language?" she asked and looked up at her, the rage and hatred pushed to the side and the knife held loosely in the hand at her side.

Ariane jumped as the door to her room was flung open. Instantly, she sat as she had been taught, legs crossed, hands in her lap, the picture of childlike innocence. Her mind recoiled every time she did this, because she knew that some of the customers got a sick thrill off of just seeing her sit like this. She shuddered inwardly, once again grateful for her young looks.

The master and mistress of the brothel were standing at her door and an older man was behind them, with a lecherous smile on his face.

"Beth," the mistress began, while Ariane raged inwardly at the name her owners had given her, "Beth, you have a new owner now. As you know, times are tough and since you aren't a source of income you have been sold." Then they left. Just like that.

Ariane sat on her bed, frozen with fear at this unsavory man who came near her. Her grabbed her arm and dragged her out of her cell, her legs too numb to move. As the reached the outdoors, the sunshine cleared her mind and she began to try to formulate a plan to get out of this situation.

She tried struggling, but the man just leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Already excited little one? There will be plenty of time for that later." He laughed, sending chills of revulsion down her spine. Not thinking clearly, she headbutted the man in the crotch and instantly started running for the nearby woods, ignoring his grunts of pain behind her as the man rose up and began to chase after her.

Ariane crashed through the woods, not stopping to hide her trail. She only had thoughts of escape, to avoid such abuse at the hands of a mind who seemed to have no problem raping a young child.