Jeez, we got a couple of lawyers in here, huh?

Anyway, I hope this is alright! Please feel free to let me know if there’s anything I should change. C:

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[color=black]X O L O T L ,   G O D   O F   D E A T H   A N D   L I G H T N I N G [/color]
[color=B2BEB5]X O L O T L ,   G O D   O F   D E A T H   A N D   L I G H T N I N G[/color]
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[hider=HUMAN][sub][color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Salvador Ochoa[/color]
[color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 [/u][/color]
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[color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Litigator and partner at Beaufort & Messier LLP[/color][/sub][/hider][/center][/cell][cell][center][color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 [/u][/color]
[table][row][/row][row][cell][color=black]𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
[list][*] Calm
[*] Determined
[*] Shrewd[/list][/color][/cell][cell][color=black]𝑩𝑨𝑫
[list][*] Cynical
[*] Self-serving
[*] Vindictive[/list][/color][/cell][/row][/table]
[color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 [/u][/color][/center]
[color=gray][sup]Above all else, Xolotl desires power and respect. He often thinks back to the time when gods were gods and mortals were nothing more to them than playthings to be toyed with and then discarded. There’s also a part of him that believes that destroying the Colossus will finally earn him the admiration of his fellow deities. He’s had his sights set on the artifact for a number of years now; and while simply stealing it is no longer an option, he knows that there are other methods of getting what you want, especially for those of influence and means.[/sup][/color]
[center][color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 [/u][/color][/center]
[color=gray][sup]How ironic it is that what Xolotl fears most is the very thing he has sworn to serve. Anyone who has known him since the old days would see him for who he truly is — a selfish creature, more concerned with his own well-being than anything else. Despite his connection to both the Underworld and its spirits, Xolotl has never truly known death as mortals do, and the thought of finally having to face what comes after shakes him to the core.[/sup][/color]
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[hider=DEITY][sub][color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Xolotl[/color]
[color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Death, lightning, fire, twins, monsters, misfortune, sickness, deformities[/color]
[color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 [/u][/color]
[color=gray]Aztec[/color][/sub][/hider][/center][/cell][/row][/table]
[center][color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 [/u][/color][/center]
[indent][indent][quote]Xolotl — Lord of Lightning, Dog God of the Underworld, Father of Monstrosities. Over the years, he has been known by many names, and yet, one way or another, his reputation has remained the same.

Born to the priestess Cōātlīcue or “serpent skirt”, Xolotl was always something of a black sheep. Twins were seen as unnatural among the Aztecs, an omen of misfortune and ruin; and so, one of the twins would be taken away from their mother at birth and killed. Xolotl was fortunate enough to escape such a fate, though he often finds himself wondering if his survival was truly a blessing or a curse.

His twin brother, Quetzalcoatl lived freely under the light of the sun. The Feathered Serpent was also known as the Precious Twin, and shone brightly in all his glory. Xolotl, on the other hand, was left to lurk in shadow, guiding the souls of the dead through the underworld. And every night, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, he would remain sentinel as it made its journey through the darkness to rise again at dawn.

Of course, with any mention of the sun, Xolotl’s legacy cannot be forgotten. It’s a shade that follows him wherever he goes, whining and worrying at his heels like a hungry stray. There are many who would call him coward for what he’s done, and indeed, they would be well entitled to. After the creation of the Fifth Sun, the other gods sacrificed themselves willingly to Ehecatl, the God of Wind in order to spur the newborn sun into action, but Xolotl did not want to die.

So he fled, changing himself into a multitude of forms to escape capture — first a maize plant, then an agave, and then an amphibious creature known as the axolotl. Xolotl was eventually found and slain, however, giving Ehecatl enough power to move the sun, but the damage had already been done. The name of Xolotl would become stained by ignominy and spoken of with contempt for years to come.[/quote][/indent][/indent]

[center][color=B2BEB5][u] 𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 [/u][/color][/center]
[indent][indent][quote]Xolotl remembers.

He remembers when he first felt the irresistible [i]pull[/i] of the Colossus.

He remembers the colors of the sky as it began spinning out of control.

But most of all, he remembers the cold. It was as if a hole had been torn into the very fabric of his being, and as he walked upon the ground for the first time, black earth burying itself into the creases of his feet, he was struck by how… empty everything felt. No longer could he feel the buzz of power flowing through his veins. Now, there was only desolation.

For many years, Xolotl kept to himself. All that time spent in the underworld listening to the final confessions of the dead had given him a rather skewed perception of humanity. He regarded them as one would an ant — small, inconsequential, but also: [i]ravenous[/i]. He had seen with his own eyes what they were capable of in their constant pursuit of [i]more[/i].

[i]Powerful kings leading their armies across foreign lands, taking what they can and burning the rest.[/i]

[i]Thieves with gaunt, hungry faces rifling through their victims pockets, letting the cold bite of a dagger do the talking.[/i]

Xolotl, with his vicious, snarling visage, might have been known as the god of monsters, but it seemed to him that the humans needed no help with their own monstrous deeds.

Yet, a part of him yearned for the power he once possessed. Time, he knew, waited for no one, so he made a decision. He would immerse himself in the going-ons of the mortal world, gather wealth and influence where he could, and then, when the time is right, seize the Colossus for himself.

While the old Xolotl was able to call down lightning from the heavens and speak to the dead, the new him learned power of a different kind. Over the years, he worked to position himself as an advisor of sorts to the rich and influential, though he took care to keep out of the limelight. Most of his work was accomplished behind the scenes, a little nudge here and there to push things towards the desired outcome.

It suited him. He was used to staying in the shadows, after all.

Xolotl first made his name in law in the early nineties. Gone were the days of kings and queens, corporations became the rulers of the new millennia, and people now faced judgement within the walls of a courtroom. Still, he adapted readily enough. Navigating the judicial system was not so different from the palace intrigue of yesteryear, and he took to his new vocation like a duck to water.

He worked his way up the ranks at a brisk, steady pace, starting out as a paralegal before becoming known as one of the most accomplished business litigators in America, renowned for his ruthlessness in dealing with class action lawsuits. His ties to the Colossus, however, meant that he could never stay in one place too long, which he supposed was just as well. After a decade or so, people start to wonder why you never seemed to age.

And then, five years ago, Xolotl found himself having to relocate yet again. This time, he was able to join a private law firm almost as soon as he set foot in the city. One of the firm’s co-founders, Jonathan Messier, had heard of his success in Washington, and thought him a worthy protege.

Within three years, Messier had retired after a health scare, and Xolotl managed to buy out his majority share in the firm. He decided to keep the name, though. Beaufort & Messier had a certain ring to it, and as the age-old saying went: [i]if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it[/i]. So for now, he makes the most out of the life he’s been given, patiently awaiting the day he can finally carry out his plan.[/quote][/indent][/indent][/hider]