Ixchel
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About »
Name | Ixchel | Nickname | Ixxy |
Age | appears early 20s | D.o.B. | September 23rd |
Gender | female | Sexuality | pansexual |
Height | 6' (~183cm) | Race | dragon |
Role | head healer | Alignment | neutral good |
Build | large pear | Theme | the beast |
finally the king appears in his lonesone castle and is amazed by his very first beautiful taste of love
kind・empathetic・devoted・single-minded・quick to trust
Likes »
- misty mornings
- dark chocolate
- being carried
- napping
- lazy days
Dislikes »
- milk chocolate
- swimming
- relocating shoulders
- feathery things
- solitude
Stats »
Strength | ★ ★ ★ |
Dexterity | ★ ★ ★ |
Constitution | ★ ★ ★ ★ |
Intelligence | ★ ★ ★ ★ |
Wisdom | ★ ★ |
Charisma | ★ ★ ★ |
The Head Healer »
Ixchel is in charge of all medical matters for the clan. She does everything from resetting dislocated shoulders to tending to the sick and injured to even fetching herbs for remedies. She's very focused on her job and making sure she does her best for it, and worries constantly about whether or not she is fit for her position as head.
She has a knack for tending to the wounded, and empathizes well with her patients to the point where it seems like she can read their minds.
There is not an injury or sickness which she has yet to be defeated by, earning her the moniker "goddess of medicine" (of which she is extremely embarrassed by).
Summary »
She is freedom and the sky, the endless constellations, and the heavens above grant her the brightest of stars, the most wonderful caress of the wilderness. Within her eyes she holds the night sky and the bio-luminescent flora of the Tangled Wood, and the soft glow of fireflies. On her skin they paint the most gracious of colors, the most beautiful of images.
Ixchel was a canvas, and they painted her a goddess.
But when she walks the earth and lets her toes feel the rich soil of the Verdant Labyrinth, she does not feel the goddess that she is supposed to be. Her clanmates chant upon her songs of praise, words of love, unending glory, but she cannot hear them.
They are not the ballads she desires. Not ballads of love.
Not the love like reverence they give her. Not like that. They are in love with the idea of her, not her very being, not her. When they look at her they see a brilliant painting, not the canvas underneath (not the soul that makes the body and yearns to be free).
(And though she longs for romance, the beautiful red dawn, the endless possibilities that the world could give her—it is only in the graceful steps of the Matriarch's dance, the way she holds Ixchel's hands in her own and smiles at her a brilliant thousand suns, gleaming and gleaming, and she is surely more of the heavens than Ixchel ever could be.
But she moves away just as quickly, just as fast as the tempo of her songs, and leaves Ixchel's hands smoldering with golden ashes in her wake.)
She pines, forever.
Playlist »
1. The Beast
there inside the castle that i built all for myself, it was filled with an emptiness so deep that i could drown
2. Rain
it's almost like happiness, these tears about to fall. what is it you called this feeling?
3. Swaying From Season to Season
your black hair in the spring, the shoals of summer, your autumn-colored cheeks, how in winter you rise grumpy. i love, love all those parts of you.
4. Seeds
let me be the one to break into blossom
Relationships »
Aurelia [ matriarch ]
You follow in love like a ship lost at sea, aching for safe harbor. She is as elusive as the morning mist, there one moment and gone the next, never stopping quick enough for you to catch or be catched. You think she does not know. It is better this way.
Apollo [ assistant ]
He is a project: incomplete and in need of more materials. You built him because you wanted to love him, as kind and gentle and ghostly as the Matriarch, but you do not. Still, he loves you, and you cannot bear to break him. What a terrible creator you must be.Ba'al [ ??? ]
When you think of him all you feel and see is smoke. Your memory is a perfect piece of paper that he stains as a small blotch. Distantly, you can recall his name. He is not of this world, that you are sure. But that is the only thing you are sure of.Character owned by octomaidly . Design by octomaidly . Profile CSS by Wicked
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