Chalchiuitl

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Strength: 1
Speed: 2
Stamina: 0
Hit Points [30+(7xStamina)]: 30
*Primary Weapon(s): 1 (Claws or Bone Daggers)
Secondary Weapon(s): 0
**Primary Armor: 1 (Chest/neck plate and shoulder/arm guards)
Secondary Armor: 0
Explanation for Points:
Strength: Trained as a fighter since being enslaved, also bear the inner strength of a jaguar
Speed: His jaguar form is built to be light on its feet, quick to strike and quick to leap away. He is aided by the magic that courses through his veins.
Stamina: Endurance training has been one of the few areas He has not trained in well.
Weapon(s): Claws and teeth (in jaguar form) or bone daggers (in human form)
Armor: Ceremonial gold-leafed breastplate and golden jeweled collar protects most of his internal organs, while his arms are shielded from slices and stabs by gold-leafed pauldrons and bracers. His legs are completely bare so as not to slow his movement.

She wa sborn in 1484. As a young girl, she was given to the temple of Tlaloc as an offering to the god in the hopes of bringing rain. Instead of being sacrificed as was planned, however, the priests decided she could better serve Tlaloc as a priestess. Grateful for being allowed to live, Chalchuitl dedicated herself fully to her duties.

The little time she had to herself was spent learning to dance and play various traditional instruments, though none interested her. She took to singing to herself quietly as she worked, and found the hum of music from her throat was incredibly centering. So in tune was she with Tlaloc, at times she felt she heard him speak to her, though she never told anyone of this lest they think she was possessed by evil spirits. It was sacrilege for a woman to claim she was a vessel of Tlaloc, after all.

A vessel she was, however. This became evident when her village and temple was attacked by Spanish/Espallian Conquistadors. As her fellow men and women of faith were slain, raped, and taken prisoner, her fear and anger gathered beneath her bosom until the fury unleashed itself and her form burst apart in a shower of violent emerald sparks to reveal that of a vicious jaguar.

She slew as many as she could, but even with a god on her side, Chalchuitl could not defeat the strange men and their thundersticks. She was shot several times until she fell to her knees, at which time one of them knocked her in the back of the head. The last thing she remembered was the smell of smoke and blood, and the sound of her mother's screams.

When she woke up, the young Aztec priestess was once again human, aboard an unfamiliar vessel. She was bound and gagged with heavy shackles chaining her to several others of her tribe. That was the last she saw of them, for the first stop on those white devil's trip was Guildereim.

At first, Chalcuitl fought tooth and nail against the bonds of slavery. Eventually, however, she saw the futility of it and decided to treat her condition just as she had in her early years: with undying patience and devotion. Perhaps one day Tlaloc would see fit to release her. That was 1512.

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Eight years have passed since Chalchuitl was first brought to Guildereim. Since then, a fairy migration and their chaotic magic, mixed with her own transformative magic, has permanently shifted Chalchuitl into a far more masculine form. Since then, he began referring to himself as male. He has furthered his training in reading and writing in Common and Espallish/Spanish, as well as various slave duties. Recently, however, he has begun to show some amount of defiance, stemming from growing restlessness.

Thus, to the untrained pens he has been relocated, and there he will stay until broken of his still undying spirit.