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Name: She pressed her six bulbous-tipped fingers together, in a gesture of harmony and greeting. "The name is Itzutsa. Itzutsa means Leaper, in Human vocabulary. Good meeting Itzutsa?" Careful with your pronunciation of it is all I can say.

Nickname: Itzy Bitzy Zutsa went up the water spout... In addition: Lady mood ring and Fruity Tootie, among others.

Age: The creature emitted a high-pitched, vibrating hum, akin to a furious beating insect wings--laughter. "No uses, no use! What uses to Itzutsa that is? Though Keezin live less long when comparing, Itzutsa think."

Gender: She lays eggs.

Sexuality: She lays eggs, man. (Omnisexual, if you really must know--she's not horny all the time and humping everything, just open-minded. Okay, dawg? There is a keeeen little difference between accepting something as attractive and "MUST FUCK ALL OF IT!!! BONERS BONERS BONERS!")

Race: Alien.

Nationality: "Keezin Itzutsa." Literally, "North Mercurian Leaper Female." Names aren't really a thing on dear little Mercury, but she acknowledges Earth's penchant for labeling everything, and plays along willingly. Technically, there are thousands of other "Itzutsa"s on her planet... though then again, there are thousands of "Mary"s on our dear little planet Earth, huh? :)
By the way, she thinks Leap Years are a celebration for her people. D'aaaaaw... ignorance.


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Eyes: Completely and utterly blue: no irises, no pupils, just a miniature expanse of sky between her eyelashes.

Hair: So thick and so pearly white you'd suspect she were wearing a wig to hide something. Her hair appears to be arranged, curiously, into a set of obese pigtails.

Height: Awwight, now for the whammies. She can easily top seven feet if you stretched her far into her discomfort(ably unbalanced) zone. Her "standing" and "strolling" positions are constantly tip-toed, with her long legs bent dramatically at the knees (degrees varying on how briskly she's moving). Itzutsa does not sit, by the way, but rather gets on all fours--at which point she can also call on the swiftness of a motherfucking marathon runner. Evolution's way of ensuring survival for her people, you see. Oh, you asked about her height? Usually about 5'6".

Weight: Remarkably light, like a seashell (you know... if it were her size) due to hollow bones. A strong breeze would have her dropping to the ground and cautiously crawling around until it passed.

Skin Tone: Varies, depending on her mood. There's a mini-game for those of you with a pencil and paper. Right then, she was a lime color, easily falling into olden stereotypes of a martian. One pause later, she tipped her head and smiled curiously, shimmering to a tint more resembling sunflower petals.

Build: Uh. Skinny, gangly, awkward-looking despite having quite a bit of control. Strong legs. Perky tits. Yes, alien boobies, hooraaay.

Body Markings: Numerous on her face: dots about her chin and nose, arcs and lines under her eyes. There are many more, but her "clothes" aren't TRANSPARENT or anything. Just extremely form-fitting and translucent.

Voice: Oddly, she has no distinguishable accent. If you were to tune out the words, her general inflections seems to be fluent Human English. Spoken through a fan. Of course, there are other things off when an ear is properly lent, in particular, (grammar aside) she does not understand pronouns. ex. "Name? Alex? Nice to meet Alex!" And she says her S's and Z's with a bit of emphasis.
She makes less sense when she's blabbering feverishly, so no one need hesitate to tell her to slow down; helps her construe proper sentences structures when she's paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth.

Description: Similar to an anglerfish, there is one eye stalk perched at the very tippy top of her forehead, often curled into a sort of ball and nestled between fringe curtains--as if someone super-glued an ivory snail shell there as a practical joke. In tense moments, such as in the dark or when investigating an unknown object, it unfurls and bobs around as airily as if it were underwater. Her nose is flat against her face, with barely enough of an indent between her nostrils and her unevenly puckered lips. Black false teeth replace her canines, exposed only with the seldom, feral snarl. Instead, she is a wearer of chipper demeanors; her smiles are regular, sweeter than nectar, pinker than a panther.
With three long fingers for each hand, three longer toes for each foot, Itzutsa has a decent reach, though little grasping ability. Much of her body is without fat, including her arms, which could very well be replaced with folded umbrellas. Her hindlimbs are larger, longer, and puts She-Hulk's thighs to shame. Similar to Frog's legs, come to think of it.



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Quirks: ... Eh. Sometimes she'll hop. Like a rabbit. Her arms don't share the ridiculous length of her legs.
When she pouts, she'll suck in her cheeks.
And the liquids in her body are more goopy than they are watery. What I'm trying to say is: mucous tears.
Go away, almost everything here is a quirk.

Fears(/Unnervings): Heights: I know. She's a silly actually-tall alien girl. It's the obscenely deep drops that get her though. She's one of those losers who can get up there like a snap of fingers... and then freeze the hell up, reduced to speechlessness and clinging for dear life on the nearest ankle. You will NOT get her to leap down a chasm or off five stories, thank you very much.
Very bright colors: She doesn't like them. She'll "politely" try to drape a nice, plain rag over your ugly little body if you wear too many patterns, too. "Hurting Itzutsa's eyes. Want Itzutsa's eyes to bleed? No? Put rag back on please."
Small creatures being crushed by bigger and fatter ones: She wouldn't want that fate on herself either, man.
Having her heel touched: Goddammit Achilles, you and your paranoia-inducing story.

Likes: History, relics, fruits, dust, dry atmospheres, numbers, aquatic creatures (to catch and eat), Ever, homely social gatherings, human expressions (both the facial ones and the phrases), pestering Griff to show her magic "appearing" tricks, saying "Itzutsa know everything."

Dislikes: Things that squirt when punctured, being splashed with water, people attempting to trip her, threats on anyone with whom she's REMOTELY acquainted, cats, doors that don't creak, apologizing, ink stains, claws/nails, bell chimes, perfume overdose.

Personality: For one, she's an excitable little freak in her humble little way. It doesn't take much for her eyes to light up and a grin to consume her face. If she's not beaming back at you, or returning a "Hello," something is very wrong. She's more easily perplexed than she is flustered, but tell her very directly that she has done you wrong, and she might begin to cry even if it wasn't a big deal. She also has a tendency of giggling at inappropriate times, unaware of the gravity behind peoples' words, in particular when similes are used. Similes are hilarious. Itzutsa is like a child raised in a cave, socially distanced from her surroundings. As with a snow globe, she'll coo and aww and shake it once in a while, but bearing little true emotional connection to the little snowman and his friends inside. Smash the glass, and she'll be devastated even if its contents survived. I'm not sure where I was going here, actually, but it sounded cool at the time.
The great thing about Izutsa is that she's always happy with what she's got, with nary a complaint about anything from her unless she's fully aware that something has been pushed onto her by force--but even then it's unusual for her to grow agitated. She lives contented, foreign to throes of passion and fits of rage that embrace most others around her. Instead, what drives her is that she is an extraordinary liberal giver of favors. If you asked nicely, and had she a shirt on her back... well, you know how it goes. This stems from the Mercurian community she was exposed to in her youth, where "no" was a non-existent word. (They say "unlikely" instead because they are ever so nice.)
Yet she does experience negative emotions. Itzutsa reacts with the authoritative air of an air hostess; sternly and painfully polite as she arches her back and critically presses her lips together, all the while retaining full eye contact and turning a deep, deep carmine. "Behave." Few do not stop whatever it was they were doing to offend her. This has made her the ideal crowd control in Ever, about which she's quite modest (or ignorant).



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Casual Clothing: A body suit (normally a milky white on its own, but it shifts in color with her body when worn) that does little more than protect her from the elements. Every curve and dip in flesh is... quite apparent. Quite honestly, it serves more as a second skin than a piece of wardrobe. Not to say that Itzikins can't wear a pretty little blouse on top of it if you asked her to, but she'll whine endlessly about how itchy it was.

Carried Items: LOVE. Which means a fanny pack containing small portions of food and wine. You wouldn't expect it, but she's a bit of a connoisseur due to her inclination toward fruits. She doesn't, however, understand why humans lose their equilibrium and get so talkative when she shares with them, so she's been more reluctant about that.

Main Weapon:

• Name: "Oh, this? Gift from Itzutsa's friend!"
• Type: Pepper spray.
• Made of: Convoluted justice and stinging pain.
• Length: Teeny, about the size of a cellphone. In fact, it was designed to be a cellphone charm. Convenience!
• Weight: Quite light.
• Description/Info: She often forgets she has this thing, and she's accidentally sprayed herself more often than you'd think.

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Skills:

• Grasshopper's Leap: Itzutsa jump very high, and very far. She can get your balloons and your cats and your kites with a single bounce, most likely.
• Coyote's Dash: Hell, even walking (for imagery: she moves rather like a fast-forwarded horizontal mountain climber) on all fours has people wheezing after attempts to keep up with her pace. Them legs ain't for show, darling. Often times, her frightening speed in closing the distance between her and an aggressive party is all she needs to get them to sit the fuck down and behave like good little boys.
• Chameleon's Skin: This is so not helpful on a daily basis, and kind of a bullshit ability, but I thought I'd list it anyway. (She can't turn invisible, for the record. She CAN... try to manipulate her emotions to blend in with some really monotone wallpaper.)

Weaknesses:

• Butterfly's Fragility: If you're obese and land on her spine while she's flat against the ground, you could crush and paralyze her forever. Or you could drop an acme anvil on her, if you're into that. Since it's that her bones are delicate only applies to physical force; Itzutsa has great resistance, for example, to extreme temperatures, barely even noticing plummets in fahrenheit.
• Puppy Dog's Trust: Try pretending to throw something over her shoulder. I'm fucking serious. "Gullible" isn't quite the right word, because she is immune to certain breeds of trickery (such as most lies), but there are things foreign to her--intentions that she won't know mean her harm until it's too late. While she will know that that stranger running at her with a knife is not going to give her a hug, betrayal is different. Betrayal would be from someone she knows, from someone who introduced themselves to her. Why would they ever hurt her? Aren't they supposed to be her friend now?
• Toothless Snake's Bite: This is kind of a shit weakness, so I'm listing it as a third one because I don't wanna be accused of cheating: She's not poisonous. Acid from a Keezin's fangs is deadly, deadly, deadly--occasionally even killing their own people, should they lack the resistance to it from being a poor product of in-breeding. A number of Keezin defang themselves after reaching adulthood, be it to sell the poison, to fit in with and live among others peacefully, or just sheer masochism. Itzutsa, motivated by the second thing, still has her fangs in a little painted box, just as a keepsake.

Powers: GRIFF CHOSE HER BECAUSE SHE'S SUCH AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL CUTIE PIE.
No really, she has no powers, only a willingness to be of use to acquaintances.



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Martial Status: Single, oooooh. (On romance 'round these parts: I sincerely don't mind, but you better have a damned good reason for your character being attracted to this thing. :\; In general, anything along the lines of "I JUST WANT AN OTP!!!" = fail. And NEVER force a character to love someone just because you can't control your own teenage hormones, you inconsiderate poopy-head. </lecture>)

Family: Three sisters and five children. She believes her babies are the MOST adorable things EVEERRRR. Don't believe her. They are small, but they are mobile. And they will hurt you. Les enfants terribles indeedy.

History: She loves that shit!
An immigrant to the fair land of Ever, though for how long she will not say because she does not know. What's a child of space doing in a world beyond death? Same reason as most: persecution. Apparently she has been a bad girl, though what she did to earn an exile is locked behind a sad grin. Despite often receiving guests, she lives alone in an elevated straw hovel nestled between the ghettos and suburbs. Her family, she says before changing the subject, is elsewhere. (But perfectly accessible. I was not trying to imply that they all met a tragic death in a burning village that traumatizes her to this very day, no. They're all quite healthy.) Outside the stories and faded pictures (due to a poor photographic device, not age), she seems to have little attachment to her children; not once has anyone heard her express a longing to see their faces, only invitations for others to join her whenever she got the chance to.
In Ever she is quite situated, and with Ever she is in love. It could be her poor sense of smell that aids that perception, but she's been there long enough to intimately know the ups and downs of the locale--apparently, mostly the ups. She's made so very many friends! It was, in fact, Ever that taught her of the existence of companionships outside carnal love, and she has latched onto the concept of friendship as gleefully as a leech on a big toe.
She works as a ferryman across the river Styx...... Oh, I'm sorry, I meant a helpful, well-meaning guide to the Ever world, and minds the position far less than her co-workers. Many of her friends (once in a while one-sided friends) are former guidees. "Good morning! Welcome home."

Where/How Griff Approached You: Dragged her by the elbow like a little kid dragging his mom to get ice-cream. It's actually looking to be vice-versa, and less Griff than the lot of people trailing behind him.

Opinions on the Mission: Oh, she thinks that was probably sort of rude of him killing those humans, but what would she know...? Maybe it was a holiday tradition. Besides, they got to meet Itzutsa!~ That's not such a bad thing at all, is it?

Relations: Lol. :|; Acquainted with the boogeyman; who isn't? Itzutsa most certainly does not live under a rock!! Then there's the various unnamed relations in her history which i don't feel like rehashing.

Theme: "I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello." (Yes, THIS version specifically.)
"You're so cool!" (More the general feel of it than the lyrics, heh.)
"If our arms were reaching out..."