Name: Roan Kash
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Merfolk

Appearance: Definitely a mermaid with a fishy tail, human-y torso and gills poking out of his torso just below where the rib cage would be ending. Matted brown hair falls down slightly over his eyes when not submerged beneath the surface.

While his eyes themselves are around the same size as a humans the iris and pupils are a lot larger to take in more light underwater, so he squints a lot in bright light, which also makes his green eyes look vividly so. His skin is also a little bit pale but recently gotten more tanned after spending a lot more time above the surface.

His tail extends for about two meters and looks very much like a Perch’s with fins on the front and back (back extending upward to about his shoulder blades) and a very nice tail fin. Normally he doesn’t wear clothing but may sometimes wear something like a damp shirt if he’s been above the surface for a while/on land.

Personality: Very short tempered and easily annoyed but just as quickly calmed down with a simple “Shush” from those around him. And even when he does go off on a tantrum it’s rarely anything more than a lot of shouting, fist waving and maybe splashing water at someone. Like when he sees people littering.

But overall he’s nice, just very passionate about what he feels is right.

Quirks: His patience is slightly longer though with his friend Adeline who he’s known since the two of them were very young.

Name: Adeline ‘Alien’ Morris
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Race: Human

Appearance: You’re typical human with surprisingly well kept red hair, freckle splattered face and arms with a number of scrapes and bruises covering her limbs. Also don’t be surprise to find her hands covered in filth after spending the day exploring. She’ll still smile away though, even covered head to toe in mud, with sparkling brown eyes.

Her clothing varies wildly from brand new to obviously worn for many years, with holes in her jeans being an almost constant even just after a few hours of buying them.

Personality: Outgoing, artistic and an born wilderness explorer it’s not uncommon for her to go wondering off for a few hours without a word before reappearing just as suddenly when the sun’s setting (as her parents many grey hairs can testify). Thankfully though her parents soon learned she would normally stay near the Villages Lake, which was also home to a small town of Mermaids who would keep an eye on her antics.

But she can be a bit too loud at times as well as saying something without actually thinking it though first, or even doing things as well.

Quirks: She swims more like a mermaid with her legs acting like a tail. She also used to find it odd that other people hadn’t known Mermaids when they were growing up.

Name: Solan Bystrom
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Race: Valkyrie

Appearance:


Solan has a rather boyish as well childlike appearance, appearing more like she’s twelve than her real age. She’s five foot even, being on the scrawny side that would be ideal for flying. However, her wingspan is about eight feet as well covered in soft grey down feathers, making her unable to fly for the time being. Her outfits consist of baggy comfortable clothing such as hoodies, t-shirts, and jeans. Before school started, she managed to buy more modern clothing compared to the traditional robes of home.

Personality: She’s reserved and doesn’t enjoy the company of many people. She often doubts herself and lack confidence in her actions. Solan is from a hidden tribe in Norway, home to her kind, and as a result, she’s lived a sheltered life away from humans. Ever since she was young, she’s lived in the shadow of her mother and sisters. All of them being successful Valkyries who take on the noble job of guiding souls to Valhalla. Compared to them, she’s rather pathetic in means of skill, being awkward and clumsy rather than sharing their gracefulness. Her main goal upon her time at the school would be to somehow live up to family's high expectations.

Quirks:
- Much like a bird, when she’s stressed, she sheds feathers.
-Can be seen talking to birds, and seems to understand them or at least pretends to.
-She has a bit of a Norwegian accent
-She’s not good with modern technology.

Name: Iosef Talabar

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Hobgoblin - Hobgoblin Race - Hobgoblins are renowned for their expertise with fire, or more specifically, what they can make with it. As coined by their "favorite creatures", the Humans, Hobgoblins are great cooks and ironsmiths, and specialize in various steels from just about every kind of metal you toss at them. This puts them at odds with a few other races (or, did, in the dwarves' case; you don't see too many of those little ones any more) for who is the best craftsman, but considering the Hobs (for short) just got their distinction from the rest of their ilk not too long ago, it isn't surprising to say that the Hobs were given the benefit of the doubt when their blacksmiths opened up. Like orcs, they love to use lamellar designs, as they're light, maneuverable, and protective for all their troubles, using as little steel as possible (because from where the goblinoids originated, most iron was refined via iron sand. Large chunks of ore were unheard of.) Their skin tones, unlike those of their greenish-yellowish-rainbowish colored brethren, are always shades of grey, and are a lot more matte because of their hygenic nature. They have eyes the color of gold, amber, and ruby, and stand about the same height as humans, as well as stand in the same weight range. Rumors say that the hobs have a bit o' man blood in them, which might be true, considering there's also a million hues of half-hobs half-men and whatnot running around the world...or well, wherever he came from.

Appearance: As a child of a succubus and a hobgoblin, Iosef inherits a mix of qualities thought usually exclusive to his respective heritages. Through his father, Iosef retains a powerful build within his small 5'6 frame, and also keeps his coal-grey complexion. Unlike his father, though, he has quite the desirable face of that of a near-effeminine boy (think soft, pouty lips, a small, but pronounced chin, etc.), and has full, luscious, onyx-black hair that will bald much later than most others' do. He weighs only an average 117 lb., though each pound is well defined in the taut muscles he has. He has amber irises and a very slight almond shape to his eyes.

Personality:

Most of the time, Iosef is a mellow, lax individual that takes both successes and failures in stride...or so some may think. In reality, he's every part perfectionist his father was with just about everything, be it studies, work, or even in play. Though he isn't going to impose on people, he does get genuinely upset at people who are a little too lax for his tastes.

By the definition of upset, it includes tirades, insults, and on the extremes, threats and violence.

On the other end of the spectrum, though, he lives up to his ancestors' reputation as tricksters and thieves. He's quite...dubious towards haughty individuals, but he does say it's for "their sakes", whatever that would mean.

Quirks:
- He has an edge in chemistry, as he spent his childhood smithing with his father.
- He avoids large parties unless he's playing wingman. Even then, he'll be reluctant to go. As a half incubus, who knows what might come out once he descends into hedonism.
- He's often the one shooting his hand up so many times in any class you'd think he'd dislocate it. He doesn't.
- He has attractions to something...something terribly strong enough to drive him crazy...
- As an extension to his knack in chemistry, he's quite the good cook!

Name: Cia Vilosa
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Race: WereBear



Personality: Cia is actually a bit of a bully. She loves to mess with other students, normally the guys due to them being too ashamed to admit it, she doesn’t pick on anyone too weak though, mostly muscle heads and those who cause her trouble, anyone who can give her a challenge. When talking to her she is arrogant and will do whatever she can to get under your skin. Above all though she loves fighting. Any excuse to be turn into her bear form is what she looks forward to. She loves the rush of adrenaline of a fight.
Quirks: Hates Werewolves/Lycans and vampires. (if she see’s or smells one she’s going to start a fight)
Loves Baseball
Is a bully(abused by family)
She is easily distracted by meat, normally cooked medium rare.
Unnaturally strong.

Name: Lance Gilmore
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Personality: For the most part Lance is the strong silent type. But he has been known to act as a big brother to many of the other students. He is kind hearted but also has wisdom beyond his years. He is also hard working as his family also runs a Gym.
Quirks: Lance dislikes fighting but he does view them necessary sometimes though.
Lance gets extremely good grades.
Lance is also a great cooks, often making protein rich food.

Name:
Elize Vanzant
Gender:
Female
Age:
17

Race:
Lycanthrope (See here for detailed description)
Restrictions:
Allergic to high concentrations of high quality, pure grade silver. Must transform on the full moon.

Appearance:

Elize is roughly five foot ten inches tall while standing barefoot and is rather thin and willowy. Though thin Elize is still well muscled with lightly defined muscles covering her body.

In her fur Elize is right at 47 inches at the shoulder or right at 4 feet tall and weighs around 140 pounds. She's quite large compared to the average female lycan but certainly not as large as is possible.

Personality: Elize is not quite the friendliest individual one could possibly meet, she's likable but in a way that you wouldn't be quite sure whether she likes you or wants to eat you. Elize is extremely predatory even for a Lycan, she tends to unconsciously stalk people and move in a very quiet fluid nature. She also can be quite frightening on a subconscious level to humans just due to the fact that her presence makes them very uncomfortable generally. Elize herself doesn't seem to mind it much, she will talk to about anyone but it's not generally for very long. She would much prefer to be outdoors and in her fur than in her skin indoors.
Quirks:
- Tends to allow her wolf very close to the surface, so much so that her eyes change colors occasionally without her knowledge.
- She really likes hammocks, especially when she can sleep in them in her fur.

Name: Fáfnir Iron-claw
Species: Dragonborn
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height/Weight: 183cm/125kg (due to the added weight of her wings, scales, tail and claws)
Personality: Wise, proud, and dignified, Fáfnir Iron-claw is a hard woman to please. She demands the best from the people around her and tends to conduct herself with an air of superiority and grace, like royalty. She is pleased when praised or when her greatness is acknowledged but is quick to anger when someone does something to irritate her, offend her or, worst of all, hurt her pride. She is what you'd expect of a dragon, basically. Haughty and full of herself, yet undeniably proud and graceful with a wisdom beyond her years.

Of course, that's just what she wants you to think. Fáfnir is actually a very good actor who puts on a convincing public face she's practiced since birth to live up to the expectations of people around her. In reality, she isn't that smart, she feels uncomfortable when people give her too much attention, she's often awkward and at a loss for what to say, she likes playing videogames, eating junk food, watching old action movies and a bunch of other stuff that'll "rot your brain", and she has to practice all her lines and koans in front of a mirror so she can dispense them at any time like fortune cookies. Every part of her public persona is a carefully constructed lie. In reality, Fáfnir is just a very lonely individual who feels pressure from everyone to act a certain way and who hates her dragon blood for making her feel so uncomfortable living in her own skin. She wishes more than anything that she could just be herself, but she doesn't trust people either after years of being bombarded by insincere smiles and wary looks from people who were either trying to take advantage of her or afraid of her and showing respect only because they didn't want to make the monster mad. Still, she secretly hopes that one day she'll find someone she can truly be her awkward, dorky self around instead of always having to act like someone's stuck-up older sister or the class idol.
Bio: Born from a human male, an admiral in the navy, getting frisky with a shapeshifting immortal dragon (don't ask), Fáfnir is one of a dying breed. That is to say, a dragonborn (though technically this term did not exist for her kind until stories and games like D&D invented it and cash-cow properties and franchises like Skyrim popularized it). Hers was always to be a life of honor, privilege, and nobility, as was her right by birth. Merely by being dragonborn, she had inherited a destiny and a reputation, the pride of the noble and ferocious king of both lizards, wyrms and monsters.

And she hated it.

Not at first of course. That only came gradually. As a child all the attention she received was really fun, and she was always receiving presents and getting to meet interesting new people (read as: offerings and worshippers/creepy people). But as she got older she started to realize that there were difficulties that came with being dragonborn, that her life was a contract with stuff hidden in the fine print that she'd unwittingly signed. People worshipped her and fetishized her (both in the academic/religious and sexual senses), treating her with far more respect than she knew how to handle or felt like she deserved. She had to learn to act with a pride, poise and grace that befit the dragonborn but didn't come naturally to her at all, and had to hide what her real personality was like in order to keep up public appearances. She learned of her own importance in the eyes of other people, of normal humans, and how even the tiniest and most insignificant actions she took in public had consequences in the lives of her admirers and devotees that she had to take responsibility for. To boil it down to its simplest explanation, she learned what it was like to be a celebrity and have to hide who you really are for the cameras.

The real Fáfnir has, by now, grown tired and antisocial, desiring either a person who will let her be herself, or to be left alone in a world that refuses to take their eyes off her. She has felt what it's like to be a human legend and a person of importance, and honestly? She could do without it. This has made her hate her dragonborn heritage and be uncomfortable living in her own skin, and she tends to dwell on the other uncomfortable or inconvenient aspects of being dragonborn, of which there are unfortunately many. She even has a list:

Dragon Weaknesses:
-Her wings are large and awkward so she has to wear her dad's old naval jacket to cover them up, and they aren't strong enough to let her fly, only glide and hover short distances (she creates the illusion of flight by jumping high into the air using the strength in her legs)
-Her scales are bulletproof and tough as steel plates, but they itch, catch on her clothes and other things, and are a total pain to dispose of when she sheds them on top of being mostly useless in an age where violence between people is at an all-time low and fights with knives, swords and guns are rare. She also has a reverse scale located just above her coccyx that acts as a tertiary erogenous zone. She hates having people look at it, let alone touch it, and feels rather embarrassed and weirded out about the whole thing in general, like having a second set of nipples
-Needs to have special clothes and underwear made to fit her tail and wings as well as not catch on her scales, these clothes can get very expensive. She also has to wear gloves and long-sleeve shirts and trousers all year round to prevent herself from accidentally injuring people who bump into her and scratch themselves on her scales or her namesake "iron claws"
-Can breathe fire but it gives her painful indigestion and chronic acid reflux, feels similar to gagging or barfing, and it's hard to control as well as needlessly destructive and dangerous to the people around her. It can also happen accidentally like hiccups, which makes her a walking fire hazard
-Her roar is very loud due to the power of her lungs which have to expel flammable liquids at high speed like a flamethrower, but it also means she scares people without meaning to by accidentally raising her voice when she gets mad. The strength of her lungs also gives her a very deep, regal and intimidating voice which, while befitting of the image a dragonborn should carry, isn't very cute and isn't much to her liking
-Has difficulties with a primarily if not exclusively carnivorous diet, as gorging one's self on meat in company of others is not only seen as greedy, especially in places where meat is scarce, but can lead to health problems normal humans can't necessarily relate to, like a diminished sense of taste and the occasional difficult bowel movement
-Easily distracted by shiny objects and tends to hoard money instead of spend it (this is also why her house is a mess of old garbage she refuses to get rid of)
-Is cold-blooded (this is a big weakness for her because it's often both dangerous and inconvenient, especially in a more modern age where everyone is in love with air conditioning)
-Her dragonborn blood makes her fiercely territorial towards others with the dragon blood, and she tends to unwittingly alienate anyone of her own kind who could potentially sympathize or understand her (not that she’s had the opportunity to meet many)
Dragon Benefits:
-Good money sense, never a problem with finances
-People respect you, regardless of what you may or may not do or have done
-Can catch and grill your own food
-Doesn't have to worry about chronic back pain in the future despite her figure because her wings balance out the weight of her large breasts

As you can see, there's a bit of a disparity between what she thinks are the good things and the bad things in her life. Transferring to a new mixed school for mythological beings and humans, she expects to be treated much the same way she always is, and to have to smile and act dignified for the crowds of students with their cameras and their questions while they secretly talk about her behind her back in hushed, reverent tones, exchanging remarks of fear and disgust towards her non-human origin.
Quirks: She enjoys spending time with children and old people, who tend to be more honest and less wary and reserved around her. When she’s alone, she likes playing videogames and watching old 80s B-movies and sic-fi action flicks (she enjoys fantasy games and movies but tends to avoid them due to their frequently negative and somewhat uncomfortable treatment of dragons that tends to hit a bit too close to home with her)

Name: Zaira Sedree
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Race: Insectoid - Insectoids are humanoid creatures with heavily insect-like physical features, hence the somewhat obvious name. They are known for being very diverse creatures, possessing a wide variety physical features from extra limbs to sharp horns and spikes on their bodies, though they all tend to have chitin-like skin, antennae, and solid colored eyes. Most of them are lithe but surprisingly hardy, preferring to live in small groups at reclusive, warm locations, such as in deserts or deep within rainforests. They are largely self-sufficient and have a reputation for excellence in craftsmanship and engineering, and are known to fiercely defend their homes. They are also purely carnivorous and are commonly stereotyped as hive-minded barbarians who eat anyone who discovers their camps, which admittedly has some truth behind it. While most Insectoid societies are communal to some degree, though, many support individualism and personal freedoms, and most are amiable to the occasional visitor.

Appearance: A fully fledged Insectoid, Zaira is somewhat tall for her age with a lithe, agile, and shapely body which disguises a decent amount of muscle. Her "skin" is forest green and is composed of chitinous plating like, well, an insect. She has thin lips, somewhat large solid black eyes, no nose or ears, and prominent antennae extending out from under a head of scaly green hair in a short cut, with neon blue-green highlights. She has an extra pair of arms extending from under her shoulders, and she also has a large pair of dragon-fly like wings on her back, which she can use to hover around from place to place. In addition to whatever she happens to be wearing, she'll normally have a pair of headphones hanging around her neck.

Personality: Artistic and intelligent, Zaira was the daughter and the grandaughter of two of the greatest artisans in her town, and is driven by her desire to live up to her legacy. She always dives into every activity and challenge with gusto, eager to learn a new skill or an extra bit of knowledge. She also tends to be easily distracted and overemotional, and her amiable attitude and zaniness tend to annoy those who aren't as used to her spontaneity.

Quirks:
-Zaira enjoys listening to music in her spare time, mostly electro-synthpop stuff.
-Her wings are a lot tougher then they appear, being self-healing and able to cut unprotected skin like glass if they are broken.
-Her movement tends to be a little stiff and twitchy, which gets more noticeable when she's stressing out.
-She has the ability to spew acidic juices from her mouth, but she never uses it because "it's gross and icky".
-She has lived in a secluded Insectoid colony for most of her life and has only had less than a year to explore the modern world before going off to school.

Name: Alexander Ozarovsky
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human

Appearance: Alexander possesses a healthy physique. He stands at nearly six-feet in height, is composed of lean muscle, and exhibits proper breathing. A pale golden pigment colors his complexion. His round, smooth, and well-shaved face exaggerates his youth. Similarly, his protruding gray eyes and high brow contribute to his childish appearance. Alexander fashions his ash blond hair into a short side-parted haircut. Despite his tendency to don a serious expression, developing laugh lines and forehead wrinkles hint at his humorous nature.

Personality: “Beige is a beautiful color,” an expression Alexander composed to describe his outlook. Simplicity is a virtue, and complicated matters can be deconstructed into their simplest forms. Appreciative of the ordinary, and satisfied with plain pleasures, Alexander can behave blandly if his curiosity is not fed. His mannerism and language are forthright, yet this belies the amiable extrovert underneath. Good company animates Alexander, thus, he frequently seeks companionship. Jokes and jolly tunes await those he trusts.

Quirks: Collects beige colored items. Enjoys disassembling objects. Positions himself near exits when possible.

Name: Arkiyel'ein
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Light Draconian (Originally of Fire Tribe)


Appearance: Pretend the armor and weapons aren't there.
Ark stands at about 6 feet tall. He is reasonably well built for a Draconian. He has nubs where his wings once were. His scales are a dull white. He tends to wear robes and cloaks. He prefers to wear looser clothing. On his right hand, there is a symbol seemingly burnt into his scales: A circle with a 2 perpendicular vertical lines, the Draconian symbol for Heretic.

Bio: Ark was born a light Draconian, with 2 fire Draconians as his parents. The Grand Oracle took him in as a servant, just like every other unholy male light Draconian. The Grand Oracle was a respectable woman of high class, though she treated the servants with such a vicious anger, that it made Ark think about their society. He spent 15 years as a worthless servent before he decided to speak up. He told the Grand Oracle about the injustice within their society. He was, of course, arrested. His wings were clipped, and he was labelled a heretic. The Draconian symbol for heretic was magically inscribed onto his hand. He was exiled, sent off into a world he was unfamiliar with.

Since then, he has been unable to truly connect with human society. He can speak and write in both english and draconian, mostly thanks to textbooks he stole from the Grand Oracle's great library. He has yet to meet anyone he can truly trust as an equal, but has been hoping to meet someone he can trust at Daelstadht Academy.

Personality: Ark is generally respectful, though he can get rather emotional. After he was labelled a heretic and exiled, he learned to resent most Draconian teachings. He still treats women with more respect than men (mostly out of habit), but he does not consider himself an elitist, and believes all people, regardless of species, to be equal. Ark is a rather dependable person, but he can seem rather distant and out of touch with modern society.

Quirks: Since he was never taught how to use his magic, he had to teach himself once he was exiled. He has a very slight grasp on the basics of fire and light magics. He can create small orbs of light or fire in his hands for a few minutes at a time.

Name: Aelonya Aliyev
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Witch
Appearance: Extremely tall and a bit gaunt, Aelonya holds a sense of intense fragility about her, similar to the way an extremely old, wizened tree is simultaneously strong, but seems as if it will be swept up by the wind at any moment. Her arms barely touch the sides of her body when at rest, and look like tree limbs when tucked into the sleeves of her cloak, which creates a false sense of bulkiness in her frame. Typically, she wears some sort of dress with a large, woolen cloak that contains a seemingly endless number of hidden pockets containing various tinctures, animal skulls, and tonics. And so on. She smells of roasted juniper berries, and myrrh, as well as some unnamed alcholic component.

Physically, her face is full of angularities, including high, hollowed cheekbones, the sheen of a strong brow, and a particularly unflattering, long nose. Her eyes are the color of oxidized iron, and her hair is powder-grey, with the texture of paper. Her saving grace, in terms of appearance, is a piercing, hollowing gaze that works in strange unison with sharp features - somewhat eerie.

Personality/Etc: Very direct and straightforward with her opinions, Aelonya is sometimes mistaken as extroverted, when in reality she just speaks honestly, with firmness. She has a strange sense of humor - something that she's not aware of, and laughs quietly at the stupidest jokes, and at the misfortune of others. Extremely sharp, she is also highly opportunistic, and on more than one occasion has coerced other students into doing small favors for her, but mostly succeeds in making others feel they 'owe' her something. Due to this, she comes off as somewhat intimidating, if not bullylike. There are a variety of rumors about her, including one about her eating other students, and so on. Almost all of them are false.

Despite this, Aelonya is actually good-intentioned and will go out of her way to talk to people, though this more often comes off as creepy behavior, given her appearance and general demeanor. In general, she has somewhat of a maternal sensibility and tries to protect people that are weaker, or otherwise helpless. She is also extremely judgmental, and will use a first impression of someone dictate her behavior in all other interactions with that person, unfortunately. Likewise, she holds strong grudges and will go so far as to have dreams of people that she hates, internally cursing them.

In terms of being a witch, she has extremely strong arms, to the point where she could permanently use them to walk, if need be. Additionally, she has some hereditary knowledge of various herbs, potions, poisons, and plants, not unlike a herbalist or apothecary. The only thing particularly 'magic' about her is the three pairs of disembodied, skeletal hands that reside in her cloak, that (seemingly) have the ability to move themselves through air and make basic motions - the extent of which would be, say, holding a small jar, or tracing shapes along a flat surface, open doors, and so on.

Name: Karu

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Race: Fae Dragon

Appearance:
Size: House Cat (Booster seats please)


Personality/Background: Karu, like all fae dragons seem to be, is an easily distracted fun loving bundle of colorful cheerfulness. He is overly curious about most things, especially many modern technologies as many of his kind live away from settlements. He's probably the least shy of his species and quite abnormally social. Finding himself chatting with other mythicals he eventually insisted for an opportunity to try out the upcoming exchange program with humans. Miraculously, he was able to pass the academic tests after a bit of tutoring. Turns out as long as one can get him to sit still he's actually quite a good student!

Abilities:
Magic Sensing: Fae dragons are incredible at sensing magic, every magical and even some supernatural abilities have a unique 'smell' to them, and they can identify these in a rather large radius around them.
Confusion Wings: When frightened, fey dragon wings shimmer and create a chain of afterimages in their wake. These make them incredibly hard to look at close up, and have often been reported to create a feeling of being sick to one's stomach if looked at too long.
Point Blank Telekinesis: Fae dragon's have the ability to manipulate things in the air next to them magically, about up to an arms length away. The strain is very similar to as if they were holding the item themselves, meaning their own strength is the main limiting factor. Actually touching the object allows for much more precise manipulation. (Think of it as a replacement for hands)

Quirks:
Magical body: Fae are more magical than physical, meaning they are affected by spells and barriers meant to only affect magic. Things that limit or dampen magic are poisonous to them.
Extremely Distractable: Fae are notorious for being easily distracted, and it's even worse if you tug at the draconic love of shiny trinkets.

Name: Malinal Teotalca.

Gender: Female.

Age: 16.

Race: Tzitzimitl, plural tzitzimimeh, a species from Aztec folklore. The tzitzimimeh are a humanoid, all-female race, most of which make their home in Tamoanchan, a utopia among the stars. During a solar eclipse or the end of the seasonal year they are most likely to appear on Earth, as harbingers of cosmic change and renewal. They have a strong association with safe childbirth, though their relationship with humans can be a little strained- Many tzitzimimeh are fierce, and may eat disrespectful humans. Tzitzimimeh look rather like grey-skinned humanoids with taut, skeletal faces, clawed limbs, and most strangely, functional blue eyes adorning their joints and vertebrae. They are ruled by their collective mother Itzpapalotl, once a mortal noblewoman who died in childbirth and was deified as a winged arch-tzitzimitl.

Appearance: Malinal is very young for a tzitzimitl, and as such, still appears pretty much human. She is tall but not lanky- about 1.8 meters- with light brown skin just starting to take on a grey tone, and jagged dark hair around her shoulders. Malinal's face is not yet skull-like, but does appear rather bonier than the rest of her body, and she has a bit of trouble closing her lips over her teeth. Similarly, her hands are still human in shape, but quite large and strong, while her feet closely resemble that of a flightless bird, like a cassowary, and are equipped with a long spur on the innermost toe. Atrophied black wing nubs are embedded in her shoulder blades. Her most noticeable non-human trait is the blue eyes resting one each in her shoulders, elbows, wrists, hips, knees and ankles, and down her spine. These are tough enough to survive daily knocks and bumps, but squint or close in bright sunlight, so she often steps outside with a parasol or long sleeves and leggings.

Personality: Young, cocky and confident, nothing can get Malinal down. She is energetic and social and treats everyone like a buddy, even her elders, and doesn't so much have trouble following rules as she loves the thrill of breaking them. Always up for a laugh, Malinal rarely takes the world seriously, and considers snarky remarks a form of bonding. Gifted with a more than healthy sense of irony and an actor's touch, she is known to express herself with exaggerated gestures. Part of this behaviour is driven by growing necessity- As Malinal's facial tissue slowly atrophies into its skull-like adult form, facial expressions become more difficult to display, which is part of the reason why she looks so smug all the time.

Quirks: Malinal has a few preferences common to most tzitzimimeh- She loves skirts, hair accessories, skull-and-crossbones designs, moths and deer. There's some lovely art of tzitzimimeh around the internet and the pic I took most inspiration from was here. Contains a topless demon lady.