I X C H E L

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I X C H E L

NAME. Ixchel
NICKNAME(S). None
AGE. 4.5
SPECIES. Equine
BREED. Egyptian Arabian
GENDER. Femme Fatale

HEIGHT. 15.3 HH
WEIGHT. 1,000 lbs
COAT. Dapple Grey
EYE COLOUR. Green flecked with Yellow
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Thick jagged arc-ed scar on her right flank, ivory stockings and star blaze
PHYSICAL. Ixchel takes on the traditional shape of her mother's ancestors. Her frame is that of a typical spindly Arabian damsel and as a result she has been blessed with the elegant legs of her ancestors. Although Ixchel's build is slight, she is packed with sinewy lean muscle wich grants her speed and substantial endurance.

The minx is swathed in a fine silk of dappled grey but her pelt eventually becomes monochromatic at her ivory stockings. She is further adorned by lengthy ribbons of darker greyish hues that flow from her nape and rump. Ixchel may be distinguished by the star like pattern on her crown and a long scar upon her right flank. This reminder of battle pains her occasionally and the scar tissue may hinder her normally flawless flow of movement. She is both proud and self-conscious of the marking.

Ixchel often holds herself in a haughty pose: nape arched, pointed auricles alert nd maw drawn downwards towards her breast. Her paper-thin and sensitive pink nares flare exquisitely from her finely boned cranium. Ixchel’s orbs are the subject of much interest and can best be described as emerald starbursts flecked with golden flakes and surrounded by long luxurious lashes. Although set in a mid-range of pitch, her voice is clear and bell-like and often possesses a slight hint of jeering laughter.

FEARS. Sweetheart nothing scares me… but since you insist
[Failure]- Was never an option
[Aging]- I just don’t have time for it.
[Dependency]- control freak much?

VICES. There are far too many:
[Vanity]- could I be anything else when I look like this?
[Pride]- and rightly so.
[Lust]- any way you want it baby

Getting to sound like the 7 deadly sins aren’t I? Lets throw in a twist shall we.? :
[Cruelty]- you don’t really want to see what’s underneath this porcelain skin baby
[Short Fuse]- ah… the apple does not fall far from the tree.

STRENGTHS.
[Intellect]- I got those school books and those street smarts.
[Seductiveness]- coy smile and half open lips- what’s not to to like lust.
[Agility]- just watch these curves twist and turn
[Precision]- like a surgeon with a scalpel baby.
[Obsessive Tendencies]- I can’t think of anything else, its only you I see.
[Endurance]- and I haven’t even started.
[Lying]- I could make you believe that your world was inside out and upside down sweetie.

PET PEEVES.
[Ignorance]- you all bore me already.
[Guilt]- and these ghosts won’t let me sleep.
[Confinement]- A bird has to be free
[Sycophantic weaklings]- I could care less about your little sob story.
[Every other XX] – if you are not on my level, you aren’t worth my time dearie.
[Fakes]- do you really think you are fooling anyone?
[Deserters]- traitors are in the deepest lair of hell for a reason

LIKES.
[Power]- monomaniac?perhaps?
[Warfare]- I was taught to dance with knives
[Knowledge]- the snake offered Eve the apple, and… she took it.
[Flattery]- talk sweet to me
- beat me up, I don’t even care anymore.
[Winter] – frozen charlotte

PERSONALITY.
Upon first meeting Ixchel, many walk away disgusted and most comment upon her overbearingly haughty and austere nature. As such, the words generally uttered by the male species are usually something of the lines of- "What a b*tch! Sexy as hell but god damn it…that b*tch is ice cold!" Ixchel is only friendly to three types of equines 1) those she feels she can profit from, 2) are physically attractive or 3) on the rare occasion…. those who she genuinely likes. If one fails to fall within these categories, they can expect to be completely ignored. However, this aloofness often feigned, for Ixchel has a scheming, calculating mind and is careful to keep tabs on everything and everyone around her. Ixchel possesses far above average intelligence and can safely be ranked among other clever intellectuals. If words were knives, Ixchel would leave every encounter splattered with blood. Many have said that she acts and thinks much like a male but "tougher, quicker and more clever."


Since leaving her homelands, her obsessive perfectionism and rigid training have made her one of the best in the business of killing. Her aggressive and short-tempered personality both help and harm her. On one hand, it has enabled her in the past to be entirely ruthless, but conversely it often leads her to make rash acts. Although Ixchel was initially remorseless about the murder of Cronus, the numbers and the deaths are beginning to pile up. In her conscious mind she confronts victims in battle with blunt unforgiving hatred; but in periods of weakness, her subconscious creeps from the darkness and forces her to confront just what she has done to get where she is. In earlier times, Ixchel has teetered on the brink of the unthinkable. And as of yet, her dreams remain filled with those bloody bodies, the begging and those last looks of terror. Every month the nightmares are growing more frequent and she in turn is becoming more violent. But for now, Ixchel has convinced herself that the murders were… justified… and has compartmentalized all traces of guilt. With feelings hidden and guarded under lock and key- it remains to be seen whether they will harden into sociopathic tendencies or burst forth in incapacitating insanity.


Ixchel can be considered as a rigid perfectionist- she is attracted to the unobtainable immaculate. Some call it OCD, she prefers to call it, perfectionism… its however you want to view it. These tendencies, combined with a hunger for power, have driven Ixchel to these lands and she intends to make a name for herself. Stallions beware –although excessively promiscuous… she’s no sl*t. Ixchel is simply exceedingly vain. She is notorious for breaking hearts, and has had hers broken as well. However, over all, its all about pleasure- not emotional dependence. Sex is sex and more often than not Ixchel uses it as a way to get what she wants. Forget about moral obligations- with a history like hers…. All is fair in love and war, right?

MOTHER. Boudicca : deceased
FATHER. Apocalisse: deceased
SIBLINGS. Doriann
HISTORY. Ixchel was born into a competitive world of byzantine complexity to a heathen dam and sire. She was born the secret love child of the King Apocalisse and his mistress Boudicca. From birth onward, Ixchel found herself caught in a tangle of intrigue that had begun to consume her homeland.Her birth provided solid proof ofvher father’s affair with his War lieutenant. This, in turn, incited the rage of Queen Synestra. Ixchel’s life was spared only on the condition that Synestra would have the power to decide her fate. For a blissful half a year, Ixchel lived with her mother in seclusion and it was here she was first taught to fight. But eventually she was brought to dwell with the rest of the herd. Her half-brother and legitimate heir to the throne, Doriann, revealed the unsavory circumstances of her parentage. Doriann, even at a young age, dabbled in psychological torture, and thinking that he could break the will of his younger sister, taunted her mercilessly. Ixchel, at first, was ashamed and then became hardened to her history. At the insistence of her dam, Boudicca, she bore the insults from the young king-to-be. Yet, ultimately the annoyance became too great and Ixchel fought Doriann. This act of defiance, earned her his respect, and since then the two have interacted well enough.

When Ixchel was 2.5 years old, Apocalisse, far past his prime, lost his crown to a challenger, Mujarin. Doriann, was perceived as a dangerous threat to the new rule and was banished from the kingdom. However, since Ixchel had no legitimate claim to the throne she was allowed to remain within the court. She easily able to attract the attentions of the new king’s heir (Mephistopheles) and by all accounts, fell for him. However, the former Queen Cotelli, always ruthless, furfilled her promise and gambled Ixchel away as a peace offering to the neighboring kingdom and into the greedy hands of the stallion, Cronus. Although showered with honors and respect within Cronus’s herd, the elderly King’s advances disgusted Ixchel. Separated from the affections of Mephistopheles, and her wanderlust rising, Ixchel threw herself into the arms of a younger hellion by the name of Pardalis. With her unsuspecting lover wrapped around her finger, Ixchel planned and executed the assassination of Cronus. Soon finding herself bored with the weak Pardalis and outnumbered by enemies, Ixchel made her escape. Some say she killed Pardalis, others say he killed himself in agony after she left- but does it really matter? Ixchel returned to her homelands to find Mephistopheles murdered by Cronus’s kinsmen in retaliation for her treachery. Although she denies that the death of her first amoroso affected her, the event crystallized Ixchel into a wholly ruthless and self-absorbed creature. If there is nothing else to live for, why not live for yourself? Ixchel took her leave without looking back and ventured into new lands to find her fortune.

NAME. Boudicca // Cabaret Productions
AGE. 21
EXPERIENCE. Rping off and on again since 2005
OTHER CHARACTERS. (If any on CLASH!) Not yet!
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Ugh my application is really sucky- I need to get back into the swing of things again!

[OMEGALOMANIAC]

Oooo like a snake in the grass ;3
Sassy!