Post by Necalli Meztli on Sept 9, 2012 7:39:01 GMT 1
Playby: Ruben Cortada
Name: Necalli Meztli
Age: 599 /26
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Vampire
Physical Description:
Cal is 6'2" with black hair that he keeps cropped short and pale green eyes that were once the hue of fresh grass. His perfectly smooth skin is the colour of honeyed mocha though his body is sculpted in the taut hard lines of a warrior. He moves like a great cat, poised between tension and fluidity with rippling muscles always ready to strike. He has several body piercings in which he wears jade rings.
Attitude:
Despite the passage of centuries , Cal is still first and foremost a warrior. He respects strength and directness and has no patience at all for prevarication. He is honest to a fault and everything he does is done with grace and precision. He is extremely proud of his martial prowess and practices fanatically. He is loyal and gentle with his friends but a relentless and merciless enemy. Cal never forgets a grudge.
Abilities:
Standard vampire abilities: Strength of five men - speed unknown but v.fast - can crawl on walls - supernaturally tough skin - healing blood.
+ Compulsion
Weaknesses:
Standard vampire weaknesses: Burns in sunlight/fire - incapacitated by staking or decapitation - silver burns like acid - Lycan blood causes sickness - zombie virus transforms to Slag.
Cal is an obsessive personality and becomes angry or even violent when interrupted.
He struggles to sleep during the day if an unfinished task preys on his mind.
A head injury from his mortal days has left him suffering from debilitating migraines.
History:
Necalli was born around 1570 somewhere in the region of central America during the last days of the Mayan Empire. His birth coincided with a particularly favourable astrological conjunction and his destiny to be a great warrior was sealed as the noble born family he had the good fortune to be birthed into set about giving him every advantage a well born Mayan nobleman could want.
He quickly mastered the academic studies that were his right as a noble-born: reading, writing, mathematics and astronomy. It was however in martial training that Necalli excelled. By 14 he could best any man in his town with the atlatl and the spear. His weapon of choice was however the extremely rare obsidian sword. He rose swiftly through the ranks becoming the greatest Eagle Warrior of his region, and was soon Governor of the City.
All things however come to an end and that included the Mayan civilization. Years of drought provoked frequent and bitter battles between cities, and no amount of sacrifice seemed to appease the gods of grain and rain. Again and again Necalli led his people to victory and seized what they needed from their neighbours but even his luck eventually ran out and he was grievously wounded by an axe blow to the head that left him half paralysed.
Necalli waited only two days, just long enough to bid his wife farewell and hand the reigns of power to his eldest son, and then on a most auspicious evening with Venus at its dimmest he left his weeping family and limped alone from the city taking only a length of rope. He would greet Ixtab the death-goddess by hanging himself honourably and thusly be assured paradise in Xibalba.
But he was sick and weak and could not climb up high enough for the noose to break his neck and so hung, slowly and determinedly asphyxiating when a vision of the goddess appeared before him. "You shall assuredly die young lord," she said to him, "...but you shall do it in my arms." She embraced him then and her fangs clicked out; she fed from him and smeared his wounds with her own blood before finally cutting down his 'dead' body to sleep with her under the earth and wake to his new life the following sunset.
It was exactly 200 years to the day that Necalli spent with his maker and he loved and worshipped her every evening they spent together. She was his comfort through the years that saw the fall of everything he had known and her gentle touch was the only source of relief when he fell to the blinding migraines that sporadically plagued him. When she day-walked she woke him with a kiss to say farewell.
Alone, he thought to return to the lands his maker had kept him from for so long but soon realised his mistake. Chaos and war still reigned and even the faint hope of the rising Aztecs gutted and died like a brief candle flame against the European invasion.. Cal lapsed into a depression that lasted decades. It was the resurgence of interest in Mayan culture that came in the twentieth century that finally stirred him again from his ennui.
He began to work behind the scenes to promote the cultural revitalisation of the south American people. It was something he felt that at long last he was meant to do again. The archaeology was enthralling for him, half memory and half discovery, but some strange anomalies began to emerge. Cal had been a warrior not a priest, but he knew that there was something 'missing'.
It was 2012, the calender had turned its last cycle and Cal was ready for the end of the world. There was nothing more to do or say and he wished his maker was there to hold his hand when the end came. He had returned to the archaeological ruins to end his unlife close to where he had begun it and when the earth shook and split beneath him he surrendered to it and fell.
But it wasn't the end... not for Cal. The human world was ending but not the vampire one, and while he was digging himself back out of the collapsing temple he found concealed there, sealed until the end of the world, the 'missing' piece of Mayan history. There was another calender. The inscriptions were partial and damaged but they confirmed its existence. The last calender had been entombed elswhere "never to be unearthed, for it is not for men".
When he finally broke through to the surface and stood under a sky with the stars obscured by dust in the ruins at the end of another world, Necalli Meztli knew at long last what his destiny was. He was going to find the lost calender and bring it to his King...
Code Words: CORRECT
Rp Sample:
Necalli stood still as a statue staring at the complex carving on the excavated wall. It wasn't that he lacked fluency with the language, Cal spoke every one of the three dozen dialects that had been prevalent in the Mayan culture to some degree or other, but the hieroglyphic written form was difficult to decipher at best and this inscription was not at its best. He had been stood thusly for over an hour now but no-one was going to disturb him... not again.
The zombie gore had now dried on the razor edge of the black, obsidian blade that hung almost forgotten in his hand. Several corpses, their heads split neatly in two lay around him, no-one wanted to clear them away enough to interrupt his musing. Finally he nodded slightly to himself and prised loose the ancient mechanism, turning the capstone and sliding back the stone panel.
There was nothing there... The last clue he had, the result of seventy years of searching and it was empty. The calender had been here but the last inscriptions made no sense at all. No sense, no record, no clues; it was just GONE! Quite suddenly, in the flicker of an eye, his expression changed from calm to enraged and with a feral roar he smashed his fist into the carved panel shattering the stone into a hundred pieces.
As the fragments of the irreplaceable archaeological find crumbled to the floor, the paw-print of Huehuecoyotl was revealed in the ruin. Necalli stared in wonder at the patterns the shattered pieces made at his feet as he suddenly saw the new hieroglyphs formed in the dust. “NEW MEADOWS.” For a moment he was baffled, but then.... could it mean... the new city in the Valley of Meadows? New Vegas?
Necalli strode from the ruin filled with new purpose and certitude. The rest of the small expedition, human and vampire alike, looked up at him expectant and nervous. “Send a message to Thor Ericsson,” he announced. “I am going to New Vegas.” then without another word he spun on his heel and returned to his tent to clean his sword. It was going to be a very long and dangerous trip, but one ignored the gifts of Huehuecoyotl at one's peril.
