Eztli

[Arizae]

Name: Eztli –his new favorite he changes it quite often-

Age: Unknown

Race: Werecat

Appearance:
Like all werecats Eztli has two forms. And like many of his kind he looks like a child in his human form. Naturally he favors his true form, using only his childlike appearance when it suits him. The weak human form of necessity is a strange looking child. Not more than seven years old and well below four feet. The only factor that makes such a short being look older is his eyes and overall composure. Eztli’s child is horror in its own sense. Since the werecat’s own coat is black his human form has a head of jet black hair. It sticks out crazily, every section seeming to have found a better way to go. There is a wild boy look about it, a feral child let loose on the world. Should the werecat wish he can make the hair tame. This happens at times when he wishes to blend in…perhaps be adopted by a noble family…a fun venture he has undertaken before. His teeth are straight and incredibly white, but there is something crooked in his smile and a strange sharpness to his teeth. It would almost seem they are pointed. Needless to say Eztli’s child grin is very unnerving…

His form is willowy and quick. Some would think the human is starving, but it is all thin muscle for fluid movement. Not incredible strength mind you, but fit for acrobatics only achievable to a cat. His skin is pasty white, and yet melds into the shadows then the best of assassins. Eztli forgoes shoes thinking them evil and confining. The ground beneath his feet is a must. His hands and fingernails also seem strange. If looked at closely they resemble claws, and with help from some magic Eztli’s scratch as a child can be just as damning as one in his werecat form. For clothing he wears what he finds, normally black or dark green as he prefers those shades. One item remains constant, and it is the one human tool Eztli finds slightly useful. An elven dagger from the height of their power in the world. It’s blade is slightly curved the metal of unknown origin. The hilt is plain, wrapped in black leather and held together with deep green cord. The only decoration is an emerald set in the hilt, just where the blade meets. It is large enough to go through the entire blade and somehow the elves were able to build the blade into the hilt while still having the emerald shine through on both sides. The value of the blade is not in the deadly edge, but rather the enchantment placed on the emerald. For when the blade is thrown it will magically return to the hand of the wielder. Eztli was delighted to find out this bit and uses the dagger to maximum proficiency.

The one thing that does not change between the shift are his eyes. An eerie and very deep emerald green. There is wisdom beyond the ages held within their depths and yet a very sadistic and cruel light as well. Eztli has seen much of the world, and he is bored easily these days. In human form his eyes seem strangely catlike, his pupils almost vertical slits…and in his true form they are dangerous to behold. His black coat keeps him hidden in darkness, and leaves two emerald gleaming eyes to stare out from the unknown. Two floating orbs filled with murderous intent…or more often these days…boredom. Eztli keeps his coat clean, though the fur is longer and wilder than most of his kind. At times he can make himself look regal, normal, like any other pathetic housecat. But more often he keeps his fur longer and out of control. Twisting this way and that, his main his hidden within the scruff and chaos that he is. Long tail and limber legs he is very adept at speed and silence. Years of experience have made him a shadow to the world and he can move without making a sound at incredible speeds.

Personality:
Chaotic. Eztli will be whatever he wishes on whatever day he wants. In order to keep life from being boring he has devised many personalities to keep him occupied. He rarely shows his true personality to any living creature. No dragon or elf would know the better anyway. However, above all Eztli is a manipulator. Whether it be with dragons, elves, dwarves or humans he will somehow get into their important matters and mess with something. It is highly entertaining to see something go wrong that everyone was positive would go right. He is a silent watcher when he feels there is something to be heard and he will speak very rarely to dull people. When he is tired of someone’s presence he will simply slink away or bite out their throat. He is has little patience for the boring. Overall, Eztli’s personality is not one easily explained. One will understand this when they meet him, should they survive the encounter mentally and physically.

History:
Eztli will tell no one how old he is. But he has dropped jokes about the funny war between dragons and elves. Seriously who could be so stupid to do such a thing? However, he could just be speaking from knowledge of the histories…though what he does say seems eerily personal. He is at least as old as the fall of the riders. And he was certainly no kit during those years. No he was able to fully enjoy the chaos and villainly perpetrated in those years. A story he is quite fond of is the time he spent a few years in human form. He was able to make himself human enough to be adopted by a very affluent family. There he spent life as their ‘child’ and created chaos in their lives. By the time he was done with them and was bored of being their little Caene they were beggars on the street with one blind daughter, a dead son, and a crippled baby. All in all a very entertaining few years for Eztli.

Besides this caper he enjoys telling other random stories from his past, but besides his strange ability to be where everything is happening…well not much is known of him. Eztli knows what he has done in the past, but he will not tell the truth of it to anyone. He has been a thorn in the side of elves and a demon among the dark tunnels dwarves so enjoy. Once praised as a god by Urgals and a prince among humans. The werecat does so enjoy toying with the other races of Alagaesia. And so far he has kept his nine lives unspent.


Roleplaying example:
Well, you can just look at Duren’s posts I suppose

How did you find us?
Instead of describing that I'll explain why this profile is slightly smaller than others...well I want to explore this crazy character. Not sure what his personality is going to end up like since he will shift like crazy for his own chaotic means. Also wish to write a history as we go. He's done plenty from before but it doesn't matter now.

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