Post by Cihua on Feb 9, 2016 23:07:32 GMT -5
OOC
Name: Evie
Years RPing: boop
Other: Purchased extinct character slot on Messoria 's account.
How You Found Us: beep
General
Name: Cihua [SEE-wah]
Birthday: February 14th, 2015
Gender: Female
Species: Kenai Peninsula
Physical
Height: 47 inches [increased size purchased]
Length: 88 inches [increased length purchased]
Weight: 210lbs [increased size purchased]
Coat Color: Black, brown, white
Eye Color: Right red, left green [neon eyes, odd eyes, and unnatural listed eyes purchased]
Health Issues: Blind in left eye
Other Information: Cihua has a vulture companion named Seir, who has been with her since she was young; I mentioned the vulture in her history, and also purchased large animal companion :3
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:
The den-mothers whispered of him in the quiet hours of the night, their hushed voices descending upon the young, impressionable pups who curled into their warm sides. They told tales of him, stories of his conquering, murmuring reverently over the God of Death. Miquiztli. It was a name that Cihua had known from the moment she was able to comprehend the hushed voices of the mothers who surrounded her after the birth of she and her siblings. One might have thought it a strange God to introduce to young ones, their lives so fresh and new, but the small roaming band of wolves who Cihua had been born to had not hesitated to begin their teachings.
Cihua’s litter was an exceptionally large one for her breed, born to the leading male of the wandering group and a fierce she-wolf who’d caught his eye. Both were Kenai, pure of blood, and from their lust blossomed something that was perhaps akin to love. Two months later Cihua was introduced to the world, nestled alongside four brothers, born to an abandoned bear’s den that would house the pups for the first few months of their lives. While the pack was accustomed to roaming, they were swift to settle for the raising of Cihua and her littermates. The group was made up of five other femmes excluding Cihua’s mother, one of whom was older than the rest, and the mother of Cihua’s dam; it was this she-wolf that Cihua affectionately referred to as Amma, who ultimately taught Cihua more of Miquiztli that any of the others, though there was never a shortage of information. All five of the she-wolves within the pack had taken to assisting Cihua’s mother with watching over the pups, becoming doting den-mothers as the young ones grew.
”Amma,” Cihua had whispered one spring morning as a storm raged outside, too young to leave the dens and yet old enough to give voice to her inquisitive thoughts. ”Tell me again of Miquiztli.” And the old fae had, her whispering voice enthralling Cihua as she painted a picture of Death’s Master that fascinated the pup. And so it was that Cihua never learned to fear death – rather she was fascinated and humbled by it, and with each meal or each art of healing that her Amma taught her, she would murmur a soft prayer to Miquiztli, thanking him for both giving life and for taking it away. And so too her Amma told Cihua that her eyes, one as vivid as fresh blood and the other the color of spring grass, were the result of Miquiztli’s divine blessing, marking her as one of his devout followers with a single crimson orb.
As she grew, Cihua watched as her brothers learned the art of being warriors swiftly, and once more her family began to roam the small island off the coast of Anikira. Her father taught the young boys the true meaning of worshipping Miquiztli, informing them that death was not to be feared in battle, but rather to be looked fondly upon as a form of the greatest sacrifice to the God. And so it was when one day two of her brothers began to spar, no one intervened when their battle became heated, two fierce giants ripping and tearing at each other until only one lived. Later the victorious brother went on to die from his wounds, though Cihua had been allowed to attempt to heal his wounds; rather than mourn the lost brutes, Cihua’s family and pack rejoiced, celebrating their sacrifice and wishing them a safe passage into the afterlife – and into Miquiztli’s presence.
For several moons all was well with the pack, who continued to wander, until one darkening evening when Cihua wandered away from her family to find water, and instead stumbled upon the fallen nest of a Lappet Faced Vulture. Although vultures were not typically known to attack living prey, the mother, frantic to protect the sole chick who’d survived the fall, lunged for an unprepared Cihua. The mother was small by no means, and her claws tore open the flesh of Cihua’s face, tearing down across her emerald eyes. Cihua cried out, recoiling, and only narrowly avoided the vulture’s talons a second time. Blindly she lashed out, relieved to feel her teeth close around the neck of the vulture. Even as her vision dimmed and blackened in her left eye, even as crimson blood flowed hot down her face, Cihua silently recited the prayer of Miquiztli as the mother bird died.
Half-blind, Cihua stumbled back to her pack, where the she-wolf spent many long days curled in a den, struggling to overcome the infection that set in her eye. Though she eventually recovered, her vision in her emerald eye did not, and three long gashes were left upon her flesh. Still, she thanks Miquiztli for her life, knowing that it was not yet her time to serve him in death. And when she rose from the den at last, her mother pointed out a young vulture chick who’d lurked around the camp for days, refusing to be shooed. From that day on, the sole surviving chick of the mother vulture who’d given Cihua her scars followed the Kenai femme, a sure sign from Miquiztli in Cihua’s eyes. And so she took it upon herself to nurture the bird as he grew, naming him Seir, their bond forged through the trials of life and death.
For some time after her recovery, Cihua remained with her family, until one morning when she woke suddenly from a dream. Though her memories of her vision were vague, she remembered with a certainty that Miquiztli had spoken with her, urging her to depart from the side of all whom she knew and loved, to brave the seas and find the shores of a distant land. There was not a single moment where Cihua doubted this vision, and when she informed her family, they urged her to go. It was her Amma who she missed the most as she and Seir traveled to the shores of the island, plunging into the depths without a single thought. And when her legs grew weary, her throat stinging from the fire of the salt water, her single good-eye focused upon the shape of Seir who soared overhead, seemingly leading her towards the land that she could not see. And she prayed, never stopping until at last her paws brushed sand, her sopping form collapsing upon the earth of Anikira as Seir perched beside her. In this, it seemed, Miquiztli had not failed her.
Personality:
One might describe Cihua as polished: she is prim and neat, everything about her graceful and dignified on her best of days. However, despite this, Cihua is no pushover, and she is not inclined to be forgiving of those who try to use her or wrong her. Quick as a viper, her mischievous smiles and lovely words will turn into cold, detached animosity for whoever paints her a fool. Still, it is not to say that Cihua is not capable of gentleness. Around those who she cherishes, she will bloom, turning into a young fae with an easy sense of contentedness for the cards that life has dealt her - though there is certainly no lack of ambition to achieve more. She is poised and thirsty for knowledge, intelligent, a gatherer of secrets, her interest in the sordid lives of others prominent despite her own self-proclaimed elegance. She is inquisitive and attentive, always observing her surroundings to better understand those around her, and their desires. Essentially, how Cihua behaves around one depends on who they are, how they treat her, and pure intuition on Cihua’s part. Still, with those who she is not completely comfortable, there is a part of Cihua that is distant and almost coy, reluctant to let those close to her, with her sharp tongue and pointed glances often assisting in driving others away.
She is certainly not incapable of cruelty; the soft, genuine parts of her are only revealed to those that she truly trusts, and should one anger her or ignite the fire of her temper, she becomes cold and ruthless, doing all that she must to protect herself and those that she cares for.
There is another side to the femme that is perhaps not expected, but nonetheless a very important part of her life. Cihua is a devout, pious creature when it comes to the god she believes in - Miquiztli, God of Death. The deity has always fascinated Cihua since she was told tales of him from a young age, his power to take life as easily as it had been given leaving the femme awestruck. It is solely to Miquitztli that she prays, thanking him with each creature that she kills so sustain her body, and always keeping her revered God in her thoughts.
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