Description
Blue eyes look out from a face that's been darkened by the desert sun since before Ixtli was even born. Like the rest of her family, her skin tends dark, and picks up even more of a tan every time she so much as
thinks of going outside during the day. Her black hair, meanwhile, stubbornly refuses to bleach even the slightest bit, and tumbles
almost-straight down to her shoulders, just brushing their tops when not tied back in a knot at the base of her neck to keep it out of her way. Meanwhile, whether her coloring stands as temptation or warning, she's still
pretty — a cupid's-bow mouth beneath a fine nose, dark brows over her bright, wide eyes (set neither too close nor too far apart), a hairline that is far from receding without overshadowing her features either, and finally a chin that is strong without looking particularly stubborn.
As per usual, Ixtli stands as a walking testament to her trade: jewelry of all sorts (and all skill-levels) is worn about her person, whether rings on her fingers or in her ears, bracelets on her wrists or ankles, brooches or necklaces or hair-pieces or, more likely, all of the above. It's a good thing her kirtle, with its boned bodice, is such a very bright blue, over her cream-toned chemise; anything more sedate would undoubtedly have vanished behind the visual noise of her advertising wares. As it is, she's a beacon of color, instead, all riotously competing for attention, and somehow collecting into a harmonious whole despite that.
Common Knowledge
- Those from Igen Weyr knew she was either: 1. Tizoc Tlatoani's middle daughter, or 2. N'thu's little sister, depending on where you were and who you talked to.
- Those in the Underground knew this:
- she arrived two turns or so after the founding
- made a name for herself helping "rebrand" stolen items with her smithing skills; gained respect as a forger
- she married Hlaraken, one of the Rokuul, after being sheltered for a bit by the entire clan, and has not moved on since his death from pneumonia
- they had one child, Haraqui, a son
- is loving, tender, gentle, quiet and a talented worker with her hands
- She's back at the Weyr sometimes, now, a not-hugely-infrequent face in the Bazaar, but she calls herself Kurkari (and may have also coined the word 'Kurkari'.)
History
Ixtli has been in the Igen Weyr bazaar as long as she remembers; the second daughter and third child of the Tlatoani clan, she is a staple as much as her family is. Her childhood was spent running between the shops and "dealing in" (read: messing up) her family's goods for sale as much as possible. She started learning some, well,
trades from other traders and began making jewelry with wire and other found objects.
By the time she was twelve she was learning to blow glass and at thirteen was actually a reasonably
decent glass jewelry maker. But with absolutely no interest in becoming a Smith, Ixtli kept to selling her wares in the bazaar, around streetcorners and in the Dustbowl where she sometimes worked as a waitress. It had been essentially the same since then: her older brother Impressed, naming her sister Matini next in line to take over the family and Ixtli in second place, but she never put much thought into that. She was too busy being an Igen fashion plate and creating her own work to distribute. Whatever shady dealings the Tlatoani were involved in, while Ixtli knew a little bit about each and every one, she didn't
appear to have her fingers in any pies.
This was all true until Ixtli, at eighteen, fell in love with a Southern bronzerider, L'ri.
Her family not liking dragonriders wasn't the problem; her one dragonrider brother helped to smooth around those corners, especially as he himself found L'ri … if not wonderful, at least acceptable.
The problem was L'ri's death in Threadfall. For whatever reason, Ixtli's grief was beyond compare. Those who saw her gold firelizard, Ligeia, around, mostly noted her greyed-out and unhappy. After a few months, she disappeared from Igen's bazaar entirely, and none of the family heard from her again for nearly a decade.
Where had she gone? A mystery, to those of Igen Weyr; not so much for those of the Underground encampment. She ran away from all of her expectations as an impulsive, heartbroken nineteen-turn-old and found herself a new place to use her skills and find a new family. When the Underground became known to Igen Weyr, she has been there for six and a half turns, helping to alter stolen goods for resale, and has gained some respect as a craftswoman/forger as well as being a
woman who acts like a woman is expected to act.
Now she often goes between the two, serving as one of the de facto organizers of Kurkar Hold due to her upbringing and place when certain things fell into line. While she is not entirely back in her family's good graces, Tizoc at least gives her the time of day, and many of her former bazaar connections welcomed her — or at least her work — back into the fold.
