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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Menewsha Name:
Character Name:
Race: (within reason)
Sex:
Age: (actual and appears)
Powers/Abilities: (nothing overboard)
Weapons:
Bio:
Other: (are you a survivor of the tribe, if so where have you been???)
Appearance: (link please)

****There is only going to be a limited number of survivors****

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Survivors (10 at the most only please)

~((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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Menewsha Name: kidalana
Character Name: Hine Smitt
Race: Human of the Althaia Tribe
Sex: female
Age: Appears to be 18 is actually 28.
Powers/Abilities: Hine is aware of her accelerated healing, swift movement and her ability to move without a sound. However, she is mostly unaware that she can speak to nature or call the elements to her aid.
Weapons: A knife, a large bladed butcher's knife.
Bio: Life was incredibly simple for Hine, she woke up, hung out with her family, played with her friends and went to sleep at night. For the most part, she was a pacifist, unable to stand bloodshed and a strong advocate against violence. Her parents taught her that she could talk things out and avoid violence and she used this skill among her brothers and friends.

When the outside people came into the village to steal and kill, Hine's mom hid her and her brothers away, told them to be quiet and stay put. After that she watched her mother pick up a weapon and run out to fight back. She didn't actually see her mother die but instead heard her slaughtered. During the actual fight the children had remained hidden, terrified. When the next day came and their attackers were picking through the village, taking what they liked, a man found all the children hiding.

The five of them were brought out and were to be sold to others. Hine was the oldest and they determined that she and one of her brothers would be the only ones to fetch a decent price. With her hands bound and unable to do anything she tried to save her three brothers with words but could only watch as they were slaughtered for simply being too young. Both her and her remaining brother decided to run then, her brother died before getting out of the village but she managed to make it out.

Through some stroke of luck Hine continued to run, it wasn't until the next morning that she stopped and took the time to untie her hands and mourn for her family. For another whole day she lay in the woods, hidden and traumatized, harboring a strong hatred towards the people that killed her family and tribe. She continued forward, trying to put distance between her and them and wound up in an orphanage in the outside world.

Hine was adopted into a family and due to what she saw and her pure hatred she was silent, classified as mute and treated like an idiot. This only made her madder. Years once again passed and when her adoptive family's extended family showed up she snapped. In the crowd of aunts and uncles was a man who she recognized, who she recognized as having been involved in the attack. Instead of using the kitchen knife to cut the onions she lashed out and attacked the man quite violently. From there she proceeded to kill the rest of the family, shouting all her angers and sadness as she did so.

Against better judgment, she spared the children and ran away into the woods. She decided to live in the woods and avoided the cities, opting to not have a home.
Other: Hine use to live as a member of a family in the outside world, that is until she snapped and killed them all. Now, she resides on the outskirts of town, and on occasion snapping and killing another person.
Appearance: For the most part she isn't covered in blood.

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Menewsha Name: Rabid Rainbow
Character Name: Ariane d'Arcy
Race: Althaia human
Sex: Female
Age: Appears 8, actually 18
Powers/Abilities: very skilled in calling to nature and the elements, moderately skilled in swift and silent motion, not very skilled in healing
Weapons: Elemental abilities and a dagger she keeps concealed
Bio: Ariane had a fairly simple, carefree life in the tribe. She had one older brother as well as her parents. From a young age, her parents taught both of them how to defend themselves in case the need should ever arise. Her brother showed proficiency with archery while Ariane did better with knives.

When the outsiders attacked, her parents locked them in the cellar under their home in an effort to save them. Frightened, Ariane and her brother remained down their making little noise so they wouldn't attract the invaders. When it seemed that the attack was over, they cautiously emerged to see if their parents and friends had survived. As they left their home, they saw the blood soaked ground and bloated corpses. Ariane was sick all over the ground and her brother looked pale enough to faint. But before they could escape, they were captured by soldiers looking for survivors.

Because of their young looks, their captors was chose to spare them and sell them into slavery. It was decided that Ariane's brother would be sold as a laborer and Ariane would be sold to a brothel because she was nearing the age where she would be able to be used for pleasure purposes.

Ariane never saw her brother again and has no idea whether he is alive or dead. She did have the small fortune to be sold to people who, because she looked so young, were moral enough to not put her to work in the brothel just yet, but wait until she was old enough. Ariane takes advantage of this and acts younger than she really is, so that her owners will not realize that she is really 18 and could be used in the brothel.
Other: She has been living in a brothel as a slave since the attack, although she has not been abused because of her young looks.
Appearance: [x] (her dress is knee-length, not the length shown in the picture

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Kalissto leaned against a tree and watched Misty wade in a nearby stream and she laughed. Her voice was like an angels song as it was carried on the wind. The sunlight glinted off the gently rolling stream and reflected light in all directions creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. "Misty you are a playful creature for your age." She spoke in an unknown language that was only understood by her own people and the creatures that lived within this forest with her. Time passed slowly here, days blended with the nights at times, sometimes moments seemed to last days but Kalissto did not mind, she rather enjoyed the harmony of all things in this her home. She often thought of her family and those she lost all those years ago but she knew there was nothing she could do and she hoped that those who were taken were being cared for, though deep inside she knew the truth...she knew they were either dead or miserable.

A single crystal tear trickled down the side of her creamy cheek and landed on the collar of her light hide halter top. A warm wind blew for a moment, her knee length hide skirt moved in the breeze. She had adorned her clothing in tassels and hand crafted beads, her feet were bare. She made her own clothing, never needing supplies from "the outsiders" she still spent many hours watching them and learning from them but she was never seen, and never heard.

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.

Misty whimpered for a moment bringing Kalissto back to reality. "What is wrong my friend?" She stood knelt down at the wolfs side and looked into her eyes, reading her thoughts. "Danger, there is another of your people in the midst of this forest, but she is not like you she is dangerous and she is angry." Kalissto shook her head "No my people are dead, or trapped and with a broken spirit. But I trust your senses my friend. I feel that I am in no danger, especially with you at my side please lead the way and show me to....her." Misty barked and shook her head but she did as she was asked and lead the way down stream towards a camp that was only minutes from where they themselves were resting. A scent floated on the breeze, blood shed and darkness. She cringed at that which filled her nostrils nearly making her gag. "I....I think I am actually afraid" she whispered. Misty nudged her to let her no that no danger would come to her.

She walked for a while and saw a smoldered fire and a ransacked campsite, she felt the danger and the anger even more here but she ignored it and tucked her honey blond hair behind her ear. Her feet were soft against the leafy moss covered forest floor, she stepped on a stick and a soft crack rang out. Misty perked her ears up and stood on guard waiting to see what would happen.

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.

Kalissto kept her guard as a gentle growl escaped Misty's lips, "hush my friend" she spoke softly. She took a deep breath and moved closer to where she could sense another presence. "Hello, I am Kalissto Isidora a kindred forest dweller as you are." She moved closer to the camp and put her hand to her mouth "It seems that you have come across some troubles, can we be of assistance?" She spoke of course only in her native language, she knew the English words but she chose not to speak them, it was not who she was she was an Althaian and she was proud of her heritage. She wondered how one of her people could wander down such a hateful and cruel path for the Althaian's were a peaceful and passive tribe and only a select few were trained in combat as a last resort, she wondered if this woman truly was one of her people or if Misty was mistaken. "This is Misty, she is my friend and companion, she is a Spirit Wolf, I am sure you have heard of them, they are rare creatures that only appear when they are needed and they bond for eternity to the one they appear to. We mean you no harm and only want to help" she stood at a safe distance, of course if the woman was one of her people she would surely be able to move in a blink of an eye and kill Kalissto where she stood, Misty could not be killed but she would die should Kalissto die. She looked at Misty who was now standing in front of her with teeth bared as a precaution. "Friend, do not make this woman think we are a threat, drop your guard just a little you are swift I trust you to keep me safe." She whispered in a low voice that only Misty would be able to hear.

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.