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Bloodscythe wrote:Username: Bloodscythe
Name: Itztlacoliuhqui
Nickname: Itzl
Name origin:
From the Aztec god Itztlacoliuhqui-Ixquimilli who is a god of stone and coldness,
and the god of frost, ice, cold, winter, sin, punishment, human misery,
objectivity and blind-folded justice. (taken from here)
Gender: MalePersonality:
Cold - Objective - Stoic - Fickle
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Itzl can be a mean-spirited fellow at times. When he thinks he is right, he'll pursue his evidence until something significant proves him wrong. Even then, he is a 'shoot first, ask questions later' sort of guy. Itzl's emotions are always hidden unless he feels he can trust someone with them. Even his closest friends would rarely see him express anything other than happiness or anger around them. On the inside his emotions are a raging storm, ever changing to whatever whim his mind whips up. When it comes to loyalty, Itzl would rather change to the winning team than support a losing team. His interests guide him, and if his partners can't satisfy them, then they are immediately cast aside for someone more favorable. Romance hasn't quite interested him yet, though he has, in the past, courted, he can't seem to feel the spark that once burned for another Mako's company. He also grumbles often about how it used to be, and how he was treated like a god while now he is often treated as much less.-------------
In the Past:
Itzl wasn't always this way, however, long ago he was a carefree, almost sprightly, individual who would love nothing more than to provide for any meager soul. He enjoyed flirting, and jesting with anyone, and most of all he would always express himself, even if it meant shouldering his problems onto another. He could be easily annoyed and jealous though, and often ended up getting into scuffles with others who he thought could be knocked down a peg. It usually took gentle convincing from someone to bring him out of his anger.Relationships?:
Itzl has a hard time maintaining any positive relationships. He finds it even harder in this new age, and coming cross the problems of such large age gaps. He feels he is too stuck in his past to move on in the modern era. Especially for romantic relationships; he still doesn't quite understand the newer forms of courting as well as the social norms. He would love to find someone who could help him familiarize himself with this era, as well as make him feel like he did back in his time.-------------
What about Age?:
Though Itzl was frozen in his young adulthood he knows he is and feels much older. His looks make him out to be about 23-25.How did we get here?:
Before he was sealed away, before the loss, Itztlacoliuhqui was a happy-go-lucky Mako. He didn't view himself a god, a demigod, or anything above the average Mako. He may have had powers, and a striking appearance, but he believed he was just like everyone else. Of course, everyone else viewed him as a god and a monster. He would often find offerings of food and live animals at his doorstep, even the odd offering of a child would pop-up. It was hard on Itzl, but he did his best to bring the wishes of the villagers to fruition. It wasn't until he got older did he start truly mingling with them, flirting with the ladies, getting into scuffles with the men, and even defending the meek from cruel higher powers. He made a good life for himself, though he wished for another like him to share experiences with.
It wasn't long until news of another such mako did reach him. Another village, miles to the south claimed to have a fire god within their temple. His fellow villagers encouraged him to hold council with the fire god, to unite the two in peace. Itzl accepted their requests and soon set out on his journey. Although he was anxious, his trek brought him to the village in a few days time. These new villagers seemed quite friendly to him, and the high priest that guided him to the temple was a little too reverent. As he ascended the steps to the temple his mind swirled with the possibilities. He could have a true friend in this fire god, or maybe he could have a formidable enemy. He felt dizzy from all the thoughts, but he had to be ready for anything with this encounter.
As he entered the temple, the high priest moved on ahead of him and rang a large bronze bell off to the side of the doorway. A bright light shone deeper in the room, but instead of a god, a line of people were now in front of him; some held weapons, others held bowls or stone slabs. This situation seemed peculiar to him, he understood why they may have the bowls and slabs, but why did they have weapons. He wasn't going to harm them, and he had a grip on his magic so there wasn't a threat of accidental attack. Maybe the other was prone to violence, so they were taking precautions with him. As he opened his maw to ask them the meaning of this display, blackness overtook his vision...
It was cold, a damp feeling clung to him tightly as he slowly drifted back into wakefulness. His head was pounding, and it stung when he clumsily reached up to grip it. His paw felt sticky as he lifted it away from his head; the familiar tang of blood greeted his nostrils as he recovered from unconsciousness. How dare they was the only thought that would hold in his mind. A complete outrage, what this village had done to him was unforgivable. As he glared at his surroundings he noticed he was now in a dank cave, far from the entrance and seemingly anyone else. But a faint groan was heard opposite of him. Great, someone else who would be asking questions and potentially no help to the situation. Wow, what was that attitude, that seemed harsher than usual. Though really, he realized, he didn't care either.
Another bright light lit up the cave. What was with these blinding lights, were they trying to conceal themselves or confuse them. Itzl wasn't quite sure, but he was sure he felt strange now. A tingling feeling throughout his body as the light dissipated. The cave also looked different to him, somewhat darker, smaller, than before. Another groan from his unseen partner; at least he wasn't alone in this. He was sure that they would take his company while they blinded Itzl. It seemed like a good time to check for a way out. He tried finding the entrance, then any other passages, but to no avail. How strange this all was, every cave should have some sort of exit or entrance. But this one was a box, completely closed off to the outside world.
