Xitlali (Shee-TLAH-lee)
Sheeta Elsod
Xitlali Elsod (a.k.a. Sheeta)
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OVERVIEW
DIVINITY
PHYSICALITY
PERSONALITY
RESIDENCE
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Date of Birth: April 15 / Bak 03
Birthplace: Tamoanchan
Favorite Colors
Dark Bronze, Dark Green, Tourquoise, Rustic Colors
Archetype: Scorpio
Intense, magnetic, mysterious, loyal, emotional, strategic
The storm behind calm eyes. This person loves deeply, protects fiercely, and holds secrets like power. Their silence speaks volumes, and their passion moves mountains.
Ck⁶ Xr² Yl²
Wc⁷ Ck² Vm¹
Ca⁵ Ck² Wc² Xa¹
Bestowed by Quetzalcoatl, the mask allows Xitlali to traverse realms and alter reality for transformational purposes.
Serpent
Jade Mask
Skin Tone / Pigmentation: Honey-toned
Xitlali moves like a glyph made flesh—precise, intentional, yet deeply expressive. At five feet tall, she possesses a grounded presence that belies her stature. There’s a density to her stillness, the kind that feels magnetic: you look twice not because she demands it, but because some deeper thread in your being insists on it. Her honey-toned skin holds the glow of generations, marked in places by faint symbols that seem less like tattoos and more like inherited punctuation. They whisper of serpents, cycles, and the turning of sacred time. Her hair is long, black as midnight obsidian, worn with ritual care and often adorned with feathers dyed in jewel-tones—echoes of her Olmec lineage. It falls over her shoulder like a drape of ink and memory. Her clothing is rarely ornamental yet always symbolic—a wrap skirt embroidered with constellations, a blouse etched with motifs of jaguar and moon. Everything about her body is a canvas for significance. She is not flashy, but luminous in a way that seems to come from beneath the skin, as though some candle of inner wisdom always glows just behind her eyes.
Sexuality
Omnephilic
Moderately Active--Her relationships are deeply emotional and nurturing, often developing slowly over time. She seeks partners who value emotional richness and depth, and her bonds often grow from a foundation of shared values and mutual care.
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Biographical Overview
Cultural/Personal Background
In the twilight between story and silence walks Xitlali, daughter of Quetzalcoatl and Cōātlīcue. Her spirit is not inherited—it is assembled. From glyphs carved into temple stone to whispers passed among stargazers, her existence threads through myth and memory like the serpent's path she reveres. Born in the heart of Tamoanchan, her cradle was a garden of obsidian blossoms and sacred scrolls, tended not by nurses but by knowledge itself. She emerged already woven into the mythic fabric of her people, a living echo of transformation and truth. Xitlali’s life has never belonged solely to the present. She is a keeper of cyclical wisdom: death as doorway, endings as preludes. Raised not with dogma but with questions, she came to see her world as a story half-told, waiting for the right narrator. Her bond to her cultural roots is unshakeable, yet not nostalgic—she does not idolize the past, she updates it. Every scroll she reads, every tale she tells, is reinterpreted through the lens of modern complexity. Her fidelity lies with the evolving mythos of humanity—not just what was, but what might yet be.Archetype: Scorpio
The storm behind calm eyes. This person loves deeply, protects fiercely, and holds secrets like power. Their silence speaks volumes, and their passion moves mountains.
Divine Domains
Knowledge
Ck⁶ Xr² Yl²Transformation
Wc⁷ Ck² Vm¹Creation
Ca⁵ Ck² Wc² Xa¹Artifacts
Xihuitl Tezcatl
Jade MirrorBestowed by Quetzalcoatl, the mask allows Xitlali to traverse realms and alter reality for transformational purposes.
Symbols
Serpent
Jade Mask
ABILITIES
- Reality Manipulation: Xitlali can alter reality in subtle ways, changing small elements to influence outcomes. Her manipulations are always discreet, maintaining the fabric of the natural world and the free will of mortals.
Inherent Divine Abilities
- Immortality: The gods are ageless and cannot die by conventional means. To maintain secrecy, they often live in hidden or shifting locations, or periodically assume new identities to avoid arousing suspicion over their unchanging appearance.
- Shapeshifting: Gods can change their form at will, allowing them to blend into different societies or environments. This power is used discreetly to avoid drawing attention, such as adopting the guise of different people over the ages or turning into animals in inconspicuous situations.
- Superhuman Strength: This power is used with caution, as overt displays can reveal their divine nature. When necessary, gods might disguise their strength as remarkable human feats, still within the realm of human possibility, or use their strength in situations where they are not observed.
- Self-Healing Powers: Gods can heal themselves from injuries instantly, but they do so in private to avoid revealing their divine nature. In situations where they are hurt in the presence of mortals, they might retreat to a hidden location to heal.
- Flight: When gods fly, they become invisible to ensure they are not seen by mortals. This power is often used for quick, undetected travel or to reach places inaccessible by other means.
- Dreams: Communication between gods is conducted through dreams to avoid physical meetings that could be witnessed. This method allows them to exchange information and make decisions without leaving any tangible evidence of their interaction.
- Divine Inspiration: Gods inspire mortals by planting thoughts or ideas in their minds, particularly in individuals who are already creatively or intellectually inclined. This inspiration is subtle, often perceived by the mortal as a sudden stroke of genius or an epiphany, without realizing the divine influence behind it.
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Female |
5' 0" |
130 lbs |
Black |
Brown |
Xitlali moves like a glyph made flesh—precise, intentional, yet deeply expressive. At five feet tall, she possesses a grounded presence that belies her stature. There’s a density to her stillness, the kind that feels magnetic: you look twice not because she demands it, but because some deeper thread in your being insists on it. Her honey-toned skin holds the glow of generations, marked in places by faint symbols that seem less like tattoos and more like inherited punctuation. They whisper of serpents, cycles, and the turning of sacred time. Her hair is long, black as midnight obsidian, worn with ritual care and often adorned with feathers dyed in jewel-tones—echoes of her Olmec lineage. It falls over her shoulder like a drape of ink and memory. Her clothing is rarely ornamental yet always symbolic—a wrap skirt embroidered with constellations, a blouse etched with motifs of jaguar and moon. Everything about her body is a canvas for significance. She is not flashy, but luminous in a way that seems to come from beneath the skin, as though some candle of inner wisdom always glows just behind her eyes.
“Truth isn’t a sword—it’s a coil. You don’t brandish it; you follow it inward until it either breaks you or turns you into something new.”
Xitlali is not the kind of clever that tries to impress you. She’s the kind of clever that frustrates you—because she’s usually right, and worse, she’ll wait until *after* the fallout to say “I told you so.” Her intellect is surgical, shaped by rigorous study and a natural inclination toward systems-thinking. She doesn’t *just* know things; she sees how they interconnect, anticipating outcomes three layers deeper than most would consider. But she’s no cold logician. Her power lies in integration—of myth and logic, of intuition and evidence.
She can be difficult. Her distrust is not born of fear but of having seen too many stories end in betrayal. As a result, she guards her inner sanctum with sharp discernment. Earn her trust, and she becomes a fierce protector, an unwavering confidante. But breach it, and her silence becomes an indictment more powerful than any outburst. She doesn’t waste energy on the undeserving—her scorn is efficient, her praise hard-won. This makes her a powerful moral compass, if an occasionally uncomfortable one to travel beside.
Xitlali often speaks with poetic precision, each word weighed like stone before being laid into the mosaic of a sentence. Her vocabulary is rich, but never bloated—always the exact right word, never a syllable more. She’s a storyteller, but not for entertainment. Her stories *teach*, *warn*, *challenge*. She speaks not just to be heard but to awaken something in her listener. This makes her captivating in dialogue, particularly among those brave enough to hold their own ground.
Within the family, she serves as a crucial ballast to her sister Tanata’s more emotional intensity. Where Tanata roars, Xitlali seethes. They are a terrifying duo when aligned, less because of volume and more because of precision: passion and reason entwined like twin serpents. She doesn’t crave spotlight—she craves resonance. If she corrects you, it’s not because she needs to win, but because the truth deserves a steward.
Her deepest motivation is *transformation*. Not just of self, but of systems, paradigms, even gods. She sees mythology not as a relic, but as an engine—one that can still propel humanity toward wiser futures. To her, storytelling is not nostalgia. It is revolution.
**[**br](example: Hermione Granger from Harry Potter)
Moderately Active--Her relationships are deeply emotional and nurturing, often developing slowly over time. She seeks partners who value emotional richness and depth, and her bonds often grow from a foundation of shared values and mutual care.
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