The Elavie

[Moreta]

As always in my roleplays, I ask that you do try to write a decent paragraph and use a little bit of description

Right, Im basing this on a roleplay forum Iv recently joined which is based upon a book (cant remember what its called though)... havent read the book myself. This means I am taking poetic license and just using the basic idea

The Elavie are an ancient race of humans that were created the same time as all the old magic. Since then much of this magic has died out, many of the races that lived alongside them are gone, like the dragons, centaurs and elves. They were simply unable to survive alongside all that was not magic and the race that embodied it all - Mankind. The Elavie survived partly because they look just like ordinary people and partly because they cut themselves off from the world. They formed small tribes in outlying areas, appearing to the outside world as ancient tribes that did not wish to move with the technology of the world.

The Elavie still have their magic, the only magic that still remains in this world. Every Elavie is able to shapeshift, but only into one form, their animal counterpart. These animals tend to match their personality, so a wolf or dog would be the form of a loyal and friendly person, an eagle would perhaps be powerful and majestic etc.

I have no ideas for storyline and I am not in the slightest bit bothered where this roleplay heads

Name: Chacero
Age: 27
Race: Elavie
Animal Form: Black Jaguar
Human Appearance: Tall, broad shouldered and well built, Chacero is ruggedly handsome. Already his face is weathered from his outdoors life. His hair is quite dark, his skin a golden tanned colour and his eyes a rich green which sparkle with laughter.
Animal Appearance:

Although he takes the form of a black jaguar, unlike most of this kind, he is not pure black. The markings of a jaguar can still be distinguished on his coat. (see above picture) There is a slightly rugged, unkempt appearance to his coat, though not in the slightest dirty, merely slightly shaggy. However, this rather wild look totally suits Chacero and his personality.
Personality: Chacero is incredibly relaxed and laid back. He has a fun loving nature and a fairly quick, witty sense of humour. He is an out doors type and is perfectly comfortable sleeping out in the open under the stars. He is extremely loyal and faithful, but once his trust is lost it is nigh on impossible to regain. He is also very slow to anger, but once he has been, most step out of his way.
History: As a young boy Chacero used to spend days travelling away from the camp, sneaking after the Hunters. At first they used to quickly spot his trails, find him and take him back to the camps, but as he grew older he became more and more skilled at tracking them from a distance and with that tracking skill came the ability to hide his own. The day that he was first allowed to go out with the hunters was a day that will remain in his memory forever. Since then his tracking skills have become even more formidable and he is thought to be one of the greatest trackers in the tribe.

[Samwise Gamgee]

Name: Ibhait Witsting
Age: 28
(Ooooh... I haven't written much. Sorry!)

Race: Elavie
Animal Form: Bengal Tiger
Human Appearance: Ibhait has longish blond hair, with is often spiked up, with vivid blue eyes. He is unbelievably strong, and quite tall.
Animal Appearance:
Personality: Ibhait is a solitary creature, like the animal he can transform into. He has a fiery temper, and will fight whenever he needs to, often even if he dosen't. He dosen't like to travel with others, preferring to fend for himself. Ibhait is a skilled hunter and tracker, and may often dissappear for days on end, without anyone knowing where he has gone to, surviving on the whatever he can find, and then returning, as suddenly as he had left.
History: Ibhait's parents were k!lled when he was young, and so grew up alone in the tribe. Many people offered him help, but of course, over the years, people gradually moved away from him. He has had to grow up surviving pretty much by himself, and can often be found in his tiger form. He prefers this form, because it can give him the excuse of not talking to anyone

[Blaen]

Name: Meltharius Stormbearer
Age: 22
Race: Half Elavie
Animal form: Fox
Human appearance:  Around 6 foot tall with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. He is of a slender build and is very handsome.
Animal appearance:
Personality: Like his animal counterpart Meltharius is extremely cunning, always thinking about 3 steps ahead of the rest of the tribe. Though to most other people Meltharius seems quite friendly he is generally motivated by what's best for himself, not the tribe. He is quite a ladies man and is in the thick of village politics, though he is generally disliked by the village Elders.
History: 23 years ago a wounded human stumbled into the village. The tribe decided to take him in for as long as it would take for his wounds to heal and a young woman was appointed to nurse him. The woman, Meltharius' mother, fell in love with the human and a brief but passionate love affair took place. However as soon as the man was fully healed he left without so much as a second glance. Meltharius was the product of this affair. Though he was only half Elavie he discovered that he had the same powers as the rest of the tribe and as a result he is treated more or less equally.

[Icy]

(OK using my Character from Roleplay Village hehe)

Name : Anaiya
Age : 23
Race : Elavie
Animal Form : Horse
Human Appearance :  Anaiya has long, golden, silk-like hair and striking blue eyes.  She has a slender figure, and would be described by many as beautiful.  Although she does not think she has any good lookds at all.  When in human form, she wears unflattering clothes and her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Animal Appearance:

Fair as her human appearance is, when a horse, she becomes a black-coated, strong horse.  Her coat is sleek and shiny, and her body holds the power and strength her personality has.  Her mane and tail are wavy and long, and when she gallops, they trail behind her almost like a cloak.

Personality : Anaiya is a strong-minded woman and has great strength.  She is honourable and will fight to the Death for what she believes in.  But when in her Human form, she can be very quiet, but that is just her listening and thinking.  It is when she is in her Animal form, she shows her true colours.

History : Anaiya grew up an only child, and was a very interested girl.  She listened and read anything she could get her hands on, and had a strong desire to know everything about everyone.  Some qould maybe think her nosy, but it wasn't, she was just very interested in everything.

By listening to what everyone said gave her strong opinions and thoughts, and she'd often spend nights thinking elaborate stories up and imagining everything she could do in her life.  Adventures, falling in love, fighting for what she believed in, having her own children, etc.  She had a thirst for life.


She knew Chacero because he sometimes looked after her for her Mother, and she would go out wandering in the woods with him, as he learned how to track.  She could also track, but not near as good as Chacero.  She liked to think of him as one of her best friends.

[Moreta]

His large paws padded silently across the forest floor, leaving no sign of his passing. Though he seemed not to be aware of where he trod, for leaving no trail was practically instinct now, each paw was in fact placed very precisely. Each step targeted to the spot that would disturb nothing. His calm golden gaze scanned the forest about him, picking up the young deer's trail easily. The sunlight played down through the leaves, dancing across his dappled coat, trying to spread its golden warmth to all the creatures of this world.

The crack of the breaking stick echoed like a gun shot across the silent forest and Chacero froze. His attention was now fixed solely on the spot he knew the deer he had been tracking must be. Carefully he began to lower his body and creep forwards. Each step was placed even more carefully now, checking and re checking that it would make no sound. Every sense was totally alert, his entire body tense and ready. There, he could see it now. Its head rose and it looked about it, still chewing the grassy shoots as it did. He became perfectly still, waiting for it to continue eating before moving again. Each step brought him closer to his prey, each step made the kill more likely. Finally he was close enough. His muscles bunched and then he surged forwards, his powerful back legs thrusting him forwards. The deer skittered away, darting to and fro through the undergrowth. Chacero crashed after it, his muscles rippling beneath his dark coat, propelling his body forwards. He was gaining on it, just a few more bounds away. He reached out with a front paw, tripping the terrified creature and, skidding his body round so that it had no time to get up, his jaws fastened about its throat, slowly but surely throttling the life from his prey.

[Blaen]

Meltharius sat outside the village elder's meeting lodge, hoping for a snatch of the conversation which was taking place within the wooden walls.  Two guards stood on the door, one in his human form and the other in the form of a particularly ferocious looking bear. The guard in human form kept glancing at Meltharius but made no effort to remove him. Meltharius had sat in the same spot on hundreds of previous occassions and had never once shown any sign of aggression or malcontent towards either the guards or the village elder's. Infact he often brought food to the guards and quickly became friendly with them, but still they could not completely trust him, and so the guard continued to keep an eye on him.

Meltharius listened intently. Though he had excellent hearing he very rarely managed to understand the conversation within the walls. Only when the elder's experienced outbursts of anger was he able to make out their words. However, there were no such outbursts today. Meltharius rose to his feet as he saw the guards part and the village elder's exit the building. He bowed low and a few of the elder's acknowledged him with a nod, those that liked him that is, half of them failed to even recognise his existance. However Meltharius was surprised when one of the elder's broke off from the group and strode over to him. Meltharius bowed again but the elder put out his hand and pulled Meltharius straight. Meltharius was shocked at the man's strength, his face was heavily wrinkled and he had a benevolent expression on his face, yet he had the strength of a bull in his covered arms. Meltharius thought it was safe to guess that under those sleeves were arms that were rippling with muscle. "You do me too much honour Meltharius, I am merely an elder, not a king." the elder said smiling. Meltharius couldn't supress his surprise and the elder read it in his face and laughed. "Yes I know your name Meltharius, I do take a slight interest in a young man who has seated himself out the elder's lodge every meeting for the last 6 months." the elder said. Meltharius couldn't read the man's expression, was he angry? "I appologize most gracious Elder" he said quickly. The man laughed once again "No need to dear boy, and please call me Talthor" he said smiling. "Odd to see one your age so enthralled by village politics. Wait, you wouldn't be Laredith's boy would you?" he asked. Meltharius nodded. "Now that is interesting...Well Meltharius, I'm afraid I cannot stay and talk, I have business to attend to" and with that Talthor strode off through the village. Meltharius stood bemused, he looked at the guard who simply shrugged.

[Icy]

Anaiya sat on a bale of hay, her dress covered in bits of the dry, golden grass.  Her eyes were focused on the work in front of her - she was trying to sew her dress.  She hated the way dresses looked, they covered her up too much and they were too heavy.  She liked to feel at least some air on her skin.

She was modifying one of her older dressed, taking the arms off, and lowering the neck.  She would look ravishing, she thought.

She glanced up as she heard Meltharius talking to one of the Elder's, and watched them.  She began to stare - she did that alot - and tore her eyes away when she realised what she was doing.  She was too nosy for her own good!

[Samwise Gamgee]

Ibhait sat silently watching, in the shadows of the forest. No-one had of yet noticed him, and he hoped it would stay the same, for at least a little while longer. Ibhait watched as Meltharius started to talk to an elder, his gaze occasionally flicking over to Anaiya, who seemed to be watching intently. Ibhait had a alarmingly good memory, and knew everyone in the village by name, and by what animal they could turn into to. He knew who was dangerous, and who wasn't. Ibhait glanced back down at what he was working on. He was carving a shape out of a piece of wood. One of the only good reasons Ibhait was known in the village for was his artistic skills. He could make wonderful things out of what appeared to be nothing

[Blaen]

Meltharius stood still, contemplating the brief conversation with Talthor for a few moments more. Finally he shook himself out of thought and glanced around. There were a few people milling around, mainly carrying light workloads or running other such errands. He guessed that a large number of the men were probably out hunting. Meltharius himself rarely went on such hunting trips, preferring to make himself useful to the village in other ways. When he was not out doing his own thing Meltharius served under the village blacksmith as apprentice, and though his attitude often infuritated his master Meltharius showed alot of potential and so the master blacksmith had kept him on. In fact Meltharius crafted many beautiful and practical weapons and tools. His most treasured creation was the short sword that hung at his waist at all times. The blade itself was steel, a metal that few blacksmiths could learn to master, Meltharius himself had only suceeded in forging this one blade correctly, the rest had turned out brittle and useless. The hilt was made from iron, with an overlay of willow and leather. Several beautiful jewels adorned the hilt, including a beautiful emerald that had once belonged to his mother. Meltharius noticed a few people he knew still in the village. He grinned as he saw Anaiya modifying one of her dresses, no doubt she would look stunning in it. He also noticed someone sat in the shadow of the forest, though shadow obscured him well Meltharius hedged a bet that it was Ibhait working on another of his trinkets.

[Icy]

When Meltharious grinned at Anaiya, she grinned back, then saw his gaze go to the forest.  She looked in the same direction, but saw nothing.  She shrugged.  He had much sharper eyesight than herself, no doubt he had seen something clearly, when she could not see it at all!

She glanced around.  I wonder where Chacero is? she thought.

[Moreta]

Finally he loosened his jaws from about the neck of the unfortunate deer, letting it's head drop to the ground. He looked about him, trying to decide what would be the easiest way to bring it back to camp. He nodded slightly to himself as if coming to a conclusion and suddenly the feline no longer stood in the woods, instead there stood a young man. He crouched down beside his catch, shifting it to get it in the best position, and then he turned around. Grabbing the forelegs and the backlegs together in each hand he hefted it up onto his back, leaning heavily forwards to stop himself toppling over backwards.

Slowly he began to make his way back to camp, his footsteps placed just as precisely as they had been before and leaving just as little trace. Of course, the area where he had chased the deer and brought it down showed many tracks, there were no tracks leading up to or away from that spot.

[Samwise Gamgee]

Ibhait suddenly caught the scent of Chacero coming from behind him, but he did not turn around. Instead, he just frowned to himself, his hands seeming to move even faster as he carved, for those who could see them. Ibhait could also smell the stink that was of a d3ad animal, and guessed that Chacero had managed to kil! something, and was bringing it back for the village. Most would be happy for the food, but Ibhait wasn't. He felt like he was depending on someone else if he ate their food, and hunted for himself.
Ibhait gazed down at the small figure that he had made. It was of a horse. Ibhait glanced up to see Anaiya, knowing that her animal form was a horse. He got to his feet, slipping the knife he had been carving with back into it's small sheath on his belt, and then slowly, but confidently walked over to her. "For you," Ibhait muttered, placing the small figure infront of Anaiya. It was not unusual for Ibhait to make carvings of the animal forms of people...

[Icy]

Anaiya looked at the carving, and blushed.  She smiled at Ibhait, "Thank you Ibhait...its beautiful." she said, and picked it up gently, looking at the figure closely.  It really was amazing work.  "You have such a talen for such workings."

[Blaen]

Meltharius wandered over and peered over Anaiya's shoulder at the carving of the horse with a glint in his eye. "If you lived in one of the large human cities I'm sure you could make an excellent living carving such works." Meltharius said, not unkindly. He moved around and sat on one of the bales of hay, all of a sudden all he could think about was his father. His mother had passed away 3 years ago and his father would be his only living relative, assuming that he did indeed still live. Meltharius sighed, seemingly unaware that the others could see him, in truth he didn't care if they saw he was unhappy. Life in the village was good. The Elavie suffered little hardship, food was plentiful, but often Meltharius wondered if there was more to life. He longed to travel across the great river and into 'civilized' lands. He laughed at the thought. The Elavie could not survive amongst the humans, that is why they had travelled into the untamed lands with the rest of the 'barbarians' and humans generally cared little for these 'savages' and left them to live out their 'barbarous' lives. Yet Meltharius was part human and as such he often wondered where his loyalties truely lay. Over Meltharius' years he had slowly realised that he didn't really belong anywhere. He had no real home, he would forever be trapped in the middle. He tried his hardest to adapt to village life but never truely accepted it. He took a great interest in village politics because in an odd way it reminded him of his human side. Talthor's words had somehow brought all of this to the front of his mind. What a strange man that Talthor was...

[Moreta]

Chacero walked silently into camp, his gaze resting briefly on where Ibhait had been hidden in the undergrowth carving. Most would never have seen Ibhait while he was hidden away and certainly wouldnt have been able to find his little spot when he had absented it, but Chacero saw the little signs instantly as though they were beacons blazing in amongst the undergrowth. He didnt stop though, there were those who preferred to stay apart from the village and part of Chacero understood that. It was why he usually chose to hunt alone.

He left the forest, stepping out into the cleared area that was the edge of the village. He nodded briefly to Ibhait and Meltharius, about to walk past until he spotted Anaiya in the middle. His smile widened and he changed direction, heading towards the three of them. Anaiya was probably the person he was closest to in the small village. She was certainly the one who knew him best anyway. He came to a stop beside them, but he kept the deer across his shoulders, even though its weight was beginning to grow uncomfortable. Putting it down and picking it back up again would be harder now that his arms and shoulders had stiffened slightly from being in this one position for so long.

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