CITLATZIN

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Nicknames:
Citla & Tzin

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This character is based on a medieval low fantasy setting, we all know what medieval is and a concept of magic and all the good stuff, I'm sure toning it down to 'low' will be no problem.

But did I mention that it is based on Mesoamerica/Andean/Mississippian cultures? Before you starting chewing on cyanide because you are not familiar with the setting here are a few pointers, pretty much the only pointers.

Tropical - What's A Winter? Only season is rain season and the other one is not rain season. Ever worn a cloak under the sun when its 32 C°?
Colorful - Cause brown, grey and black are so ugly.
No Money - No sense of currency, gold is nothing but a shiny thing that looks good around your neck. Most trades are labor for goods, or one good for another.
No Horses - What in the blue fuck is that? *Pokes My Little Pony With A Spear.* I killed it!

TALE OF A BIRD

She was a daughter of Altapetal, and the city was her loyal friend. She sung for them, painted herself in their colors, never thinking about using her wings to fly too far, until the forest she called home, became a nest of sorrows.

A singingbird brought her to the nest, when she opened her eyes she wasn't there, the eagle told her she had flown away but she would always be remembered in the rainbowbird's memory. Alas a feather of the same bird she was bound to sing, and the rainbowbird shared her colors with the young one.

The bird navigated through Altpetal's canals, flowing along with the waters from their source to the sea, following in the footsteps of the rainbowbird. Both her eyes, and her sisters, set on the better days that the new sun would bring. Her elder flew to a nearby tree, the younger looked up with joy in her heart and her best wishes going to the rainbowbird. Eagerly she went on ahead hoping to catch up soon. But little did she knew than in this forest, even jaguars had bright colors.

Only a broken and tattered feather remained of a once beautiful rainbowbird, a grey lifeless husk out of a colorful vessel of hope, the young one realized she would never fly by her side and cried seeing how empty the nest was.

Her eyes then opened for the first time, seeing the stage for what it was, and realizing that she had been playing in a drama all along. In this comedy she was painted as a good girl as long as she held the pose the painter gave her, but as soon as she moved her character became a villain.
Young as she was she never knew that status meant loneliness and privilege was misery, because in the mock forest everyone helped you, as long as they could get something from you. She stared at the withered and dried trees, wondering how could she had not noticed until now, the crows had painted their feathers but their beaks gave them away. She had fed them, up to this day, when she looked into their eyes, instead of warmth she found cold stares and twitching claws waiting for the day to carve her eyes out. She looked at her own colors and wondered if this really was who she was.

Looking back at her nest and all the fond memories of her home, she saw the worn shape of the once proud eagle that was her father while he renewed himself yet again. Because while she only remembered the rainbowbird, he had also been there when the singingbird flew away into the dark night. For the first time she saw all the scars, a clear sign of the many times he had renewed himself to remain the majestic hunter he was.

The bird realized that it was hard, to look at herself reflected in the canals of the city, she looked ahead and saw no future, and looked in the past and noticed how dark it was. The idea came to her, to fly away to find her true colors and her own voice, she made the decision to put her faith in the trails and spread her wings letting the winds take her up with them.

She too had to find her own mountain, and pound her beak into its hard stones, pluck her feathers and break her talons to find out if she really was the singing rainbow bird she thought she was.

BIO

Citlatzin is the second daughter of the Necahua, The Lightning Warrior and Zyanya the Singingbird of Altapetal after her sister Nue.

Both parents used their respective talents to the fullest and as by Naguhal custom where respected and renowned.

Necahua accompanied his father since on many diplomatic missions on behalf of Altapetal to the Carinoco Islands east of Altapetal who where in a state of constant war with one another much like the Naguhal State a few hundred year before. The tribe who had welcomed the Altapetal envoys came under attack by a rival who also captured and killed the envoy. This was enough reason for Altapetal to take action and send a military expedition which conquered the Carinoco Archipelago. During the expedition Necahua led an attack against the largest enemy camp during a storm, the decisive victory of the mission.

Citlatzin's mother was a popular and controversial singer of great talent. She supported the Azcazalco clique in their will to improve and maintain peaceful relations with the Ciboney and accompanied on many diplomatic mission. She was instrumental to the diplomatic improvement of two parties who had been at war for the larger part of their history, which cleared the way for further trade agreements benefiting both sides.

Necahua and Zyanya met during these missions, married afterward and gave birth to Nue but not without complication which made them wait four years before conceiving Ctilatzin, her mother died two weeks later from childbirth.

Nue grew up to be a reflection of her mother's talent followed by Citlatzin who despite being as talented as she was happily followed her sisters footsteps. Nue married at the age of sixteen to a Naguhal Priest affiliated to the Tlaoni Tloque clique.

Two years later Nue died under circumstances which pointed towards foul play and left her husband as the culprit. The Tlaoni Tloque banished her husband from their ranks and the Azcazalco gave their support to Necahua who avenged his daughter.

Citlatzin fell into a deep depression afterward, her sister had been a guiding figure in her life and she found herself without a sense of direction and facing an existential crisis. Her father equally depressed could do nothing to console her and before only two seasons after the tragedy she embarked on a trip through the valley with the blessings of her father.[/collapse][/collapse]

The relatively cool breeze of the sea licked at the flames of the bonfire in the courtyard, making the shadows of the huts around it dance. In the distance out at sea another small flame danced and the very few who where still awake at the moment watched it with mild curiosity.

The morning came and the first rays of light revealed the small village of about twenty small houses. Most of them where arranged in a line along the beach where outriggers where being prepared to head out. Some already where.

The reef was about a mile out and it was a natural barrier that kept the deeper and darker blue water away from the turquoise shallow pool. Beyond that where the main fishing grounds, fish had learned long ago to stay away from the shore.

Most of the fishermen where on the lookout for the catch of the day but some had heard the rumors of the sighting of the night before, and their curios eyes scanned everything. It was no accident when they found a young girl... No a boy as pale as the moon, as white as the sand, clinging to a sharp coral outcropping for dear life.

The boy was taken to shore still alive but burning with fever, who knows how long he had been out there, how much salt his body had absorbed but they could not do much for him in the current state except give him plenty of drinkable water and hope his body can work out the salt out of his system... That and present him to their facto leader.

They led him away from the beach on a makeshift stretcher, up a small hill and towards a large courtyard dominated by a few scattered fire pits signaled by small stone circles of charred earth. This common area was surrounded by a semi circle of round huts, some made out of wood, some made out of stone. The closer these huts where to the apex of the semi circle the more rounded and the more rooms they had, some where effectively two huts merged onto another.

But all these huts paled in comparison by the building they seemed to be sprouting from, a trapezoid shaped building two and three times the size of the biggest hut, it's facade was a smooth green stone instead of the more unfinished looks of the others and on top of it, a standard round hut made a second floor but this too was of superior craftsmanship.

All this against the backdrop of low rolling hills that extended for miles behind the village, all of which was covered by field after field of crops and fruits never seen before. From the looks of it it was all being maintained and worked solely by human muscle, not a single beast of burden was in sight.

Azcozalco was only but a small village, a fiefdom of Altapetal, one of the three city states of the Triple Alliance that formed the Naguahl State.

CHARACTERISTICS

Age: 18
Height: 4'5in
Weight: 101pnds
Measurements: 23-19-24
Eyes/Hair: Brown/Brown
Skin: Red