Tenochtitlan

[mothmona]

Name: Tenochtitlan

Nickname: Tenoch, Teno

Species: Turkey Vulture

Gender: Male

Seasons: 24

Flock: Arone

Element: Fire

Rank: messenger

Physical Description: Teno is as vultures will be; relatively and overall crappy. His feathers are dull and some are singed from his raw fire magics. One of his wings is horribly mangled from an incident with starved coyotes, and other than that he’s scrawny and underfed himself. One of his feet is scarred and the other has a subtle growth that causes him to limp. His eyes are the only thing brilliant about him as they shine bright with his inner fire, but unfortunately he is in every other way an unsightly bird.

Personality: Teno likes to play with people. He likes to frustrate and lead around in circles. If a vulture limps over to you and stares at you with hungry, red eyes, what do you think he’ll do? Smile and say ‘ello, gov’ner!’ That’s exactly how Tenochtitlan likes to start his conversations. He nicknames you as soon as he meets you and turns everything into a riddle. Being so happy-go-lucky on the outside, it’s impossible to see the inside, realistic version of himself that comes out when he’s alone or when he’s angry. That’s the side of him that realizes that there may not be a tomorrow if he doesn’t manage to smooge some food today.

History: Death valley; as good as it gets. Tenochtitlan, called Tenoch or Teno by his friends, ran with a small crowd that always looked out for each other and always found themselves at the end of the day flocked around some or another dead meat, laughing about how the day had gone. It was pretty picturesque for a vulture, but we all know those things never last, so let’s cut to the chase. Teno was a good kid. He didn’t want any trouble and he would help a common breeze-rider if he could, so the day he saw a human body in the field, he knew he had to do something. After all, he’d seen the search parties and they were a good distance away and only growing farther. Maybe, if he flew as high as he could, dramatically circled and screeched loudly, the other humans would get the clue. He tried this, and as far as he could tell it worked. They found their dead. To each his own. Even mountain lions. Mictlan and his pack had run into very hard times lately. They were hungry and Teno had just led a pack of humans right to them. It wasn’t fair, even if the lions were starved, so he tried negotiating (which can be painful when doing so with lions) and ended up with a horrible deal where he’d provide for the pack any food they came short with in exchange for the human pack’s lives. After a few months, all his friends had disassociated and he was growing hungrier while the lions grew fatter, so he tried flying the coop. This was a horrible mistake as well. He had to turn to someone for help, but his friends would have no part in his tangle with the lions, so they ran him off. He flew from his troubles for the longest time, weeks without landing, and finally set root in the first decent land he could find; skyland. He just wants things to be back to normal. Well, he would, but now he knows that you don’t survive in this world without living for yourself.

OOC Name: Mothmona