Azul Coyotl
Name ║ Azul Coyotl
School ║ Castelobruxo
Year ║ First year
Status ║ Pureblood
Appearance ║ Azul towers over their fellow first year schoolmates and would cast a daunting shadow if not for their lean frame lacking in the soft features of youth. The glowing, soft earthen tone of their skin dappled by umber clusters of freckles provides warmth to their otherwise intimidating countenance. Sunlit pools of amber are framed by thick brows akin to a crow’s wing - dark as pitch and feathered. Azul’s sharp jaw, prominent nose, and high cheekbones are reminiscent of their namesake, the coyotl. Plump rose petal lips soften their angular features and when parted, reveal a slight gap between their front teeth. Delicate strands of ink cascade halfway down their spine with a few stray whisps pooling around thin shoulders. When not in their Castelobruxo uniform, Azul is cloaked in a lavish evergreen robe with gold stitched motifs of geometrical designs and a signature coyotl on the back. Gold studs are stacked along their right ear in the shape of the Canis Majoris constellation and a single gold stud on the helix of the left ear.
Personality ║ Despite being a product of a tumultuous marriage and saddled with the heavy burden of being a firstborn in a wealthy wizarding family, Azul remains unwavering and resilient in the tempest of tragedy and strife. Hardly a natural-born leader, the wix’s courage and innovation was forged through fear of failure and timid beginnings. Steeling themselves against their fears turned out to be a double-edged sword, severing their trust and further isolating the wix from their peers. Very few see the vulnerable side of the austere wix where steadfast loyalty and a nurturing spirit exist, dwarfed by an outward display of apathy and obscured by resentment, mostly towards themself. Azul’s ambitions to further the status of their household stem more from their mother’s insistence than an innate desire. Had fate been kinder, the heir would’ve been free to explore their interest in pursuing a life of renowned cursebreaker without his bloodline weighing on his shoulders.
History ║ReducioAzul’s ancestral lineage is steeped in ancient, powerful magic that continues to be practiced through the young wix. From their father, Cham, flows the blood of indigenous Maya wixes who were renowned for their healing and prophetic sight. Unlike the scholars of their paternal blood, Azul takes after their Nahua mother, Meztli, an ambitious shaman who draws her power from ancient knowledge shrouded in mystery and corruption. Their father was the third son in an affluent wizarding family, inheriting little more than the adoration of Azul’s paternal grandparents and the freedom of responsibilities. That all quickly changed upon his marriage to Meztli, whose guile easily swayed the benevolent man and allowed her iron grip to constrict the life from the family. A brief and devastating sickness swept away the eldest brother and was soon followed by the disappearance of the middle. With Cham the only remaining son, the heavy title of heir fell into his lap, a weight that would soon crush the meek man. While Cham’s depression secluded him away from the world, Meztli became his unwavering voice and raised their four children, Azul being the eldest.
Azul did not have to suffer from the poverty that plagued their mother in her youth. Instead, the young wix was draped in gold, fine clothing, and never felt the pangs of hunger. Under their mother’s harsh tutelage, Azul was brought up to be the perfect heir - unfaltering and ambitious. Between their father’s absence and a lack of affection from their mother, Azul provided a much needed gentle presence in their younger siblings’ lives, sparing them the emotionally detached childhood the wix had grown up in.
From rigorous studying of magic passed through their maternal line to social etiquette, the soon-to-be Castelobruxo first year curiosity for knowledge was well fed since their first instance of magic at the age of three. In Azul’s youth, their father would occasionally emerge from his depressive stupor to read to the wix in the grand library at the estate. The child’s favorite book was the story of an adventurer who was on a quest to save his beloved tribe from a sickness brought on by the villain. Now that the Azul was older, they could read the book themselves - to an extent. The vibrant watercolor pictures displayed the grand battles in vivid color on the page, entertaining the young wix for hours. The painted scenes had always been static on the book’s yellowed, worn pages until a tiny soldier emerged from the page as if it was a portal. The soldier’s opponent had also lifted from the page, brandishing his sword to challenge the soldier. For the first time, Azul saw the story play out before their eyes, keenly watching the miniature duo commence their duel.
SOLANA VALOR
Azul Coyotl
Is your character a Broom Racer? ║ No.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? ║ Yes.
Is your character a Duelist? ║ No.
Stats ║ Sta: 8 Eva: 9 Str: 1 Wis: 4 Arc: 4 Acc: 9
Abilities ║ KEEPER'S CATCH WC: 412
Is your character a Quidditch Player? ║ Yes.
Is your character a Duelist? ║ No.
Stats ║ Sta: 8 Eva: 9 Str: 1 Wis: 4 Arc: 4 Acc: 9
Abilities ║ KEEPER'S CATCH WC: 412
Reducio
As a child secluded from the world beyond the daunting ivy-strangled brick walls, Azul was determined to bring it inside somehow. After months of beseeching their mother to bring them a quidditch mentor, their efforts were rewarded with Antonio Cortez, a former keeper of the Mexican National Quidditch team. Azul initially snubbed their mentor, preferring a younger, successful keeper to the frail man in front of them. The wix soon learned that they had underestimated the old man and his teachings, finding themselves pushed to physical and mental limits.
“Relying solely on magic is foolish. You must learn to use your surroundings and study your opponents.”
Whoosh!
Azul heard the quaffle ball hiss by their left ear and with a muffled thump, land softly into the grass. The wix turned to glare at the elderly quidditch mentor who had uttered his wisdom before sending the spinning projectile at their head. They were met with a mischievous grin, the missing teeth evidence of the elderly man’s prior experience in the flying sport.
Whizzz!
Another quaffle was sent Azul’s way, this time to the right where it grazed against their cheek before rebounding off the brick wall of the courtyard. The wix muttered a curse under their breath as they steadied themselves on their broom, brushing off the surprise as quickly as it had fallen upon them. Heeding their mentor’s prior wisdom, Azul studied the elder’s stance and beginning wand movements as the quaffle returned to the air. As soon as Antonio’s wand drifted to the right to send another quaffle their way, Azul lurched suddenly to the left, their gloved hand outstretched to catch the ball as it soared in an arch towards a makeshift goal post. The impact of the ball hitting the glove was almost enough to knock the young wix from their broom, yet their free hand remained anchored to the broom handle and allowed Azul to steady themselves. With the quaffle in their hand, the soon-to-be keeper reared their arm back and flung the quaffle in the direction of their mentor. The old man let out a yelp as the quaffle spun towards his head and dropped to his hobbled knees as quickly as he could.
Thunk.
The quaffle splintered the bark as leather made contact with the old oak tree, showering Azul’s mentor in debris. Antonio met Azul’s arrogant smirk with a grimace as he rubbed his sore knees, “well I suppose that’s the end of today’s lesson.”
As a child secluded from the world beyond the daunting ivy-strangled brick walls, Azul was determined to bring it inside somehow. After months of beseeching their mother to bring them a quidditch mentor, their efforts were rewarded with Antonio Cortez, a former keeper of the Mexican National Quidditch team. Azul initially snubbed their mentor, preferring a younger, successful keeper to the frail man in front of them. The wix soon learned that they had underestimated the old man and his teachings, finding themselves pushed to physical and mental limits.
“Relying solely on magic is foolish. You must learn to use your surroundings and study your opponents.”
Whoosh!
Azul heard the quaffle ball hiss by their left ear and with a muffled thump, land softly into the grass. The wix turned to glare at the elderly quidditch mentor who had uttered his wisdom before sending the spinning projectile at their head. They were met with a mischievous grin, the missing teeth evidence of the elderly man’s prior experience in the flying sport.
Whizzz!
Another quaffle was sent Azul’s way, this time to the right where it grazed against their cheek before rebounding off the brick wall of the courtyard. The wix muttered a curse under their breath as they steadied themselves on their broom, brushing off the surprise as quickly as it had fallen upon them. Heeding their mentor’s prior wisdom, Azul studied the elder’s stance and beginning wand movements as the quaffle returned to the air. As soon as Antonio’s wand drifted to the right to send another quaffle their way, Azul lurched suddenly to the left, their gloved hand outstretched to catch the ball as it soared in an arch towards a makeshift goal post. The impact of the ball hitting the glove was almost enough to knock the young wix from their broom, yet their free hand remained anchored to the broom handle and allowed Azul to steady themselves. With the quaffle in their hand, the soon-to-be keeper reared their arm back and flung the quaffle in the direction of their mentor. The old man let out a yelp as the quaffle spun towards his head and dropped to his hobbled knees as quickly as he could.
Thunk.
The quaffle splintered the bark as leather made contact with the old oak tree, showering Azul’s mentor in debris. Antonio met Azul’s arrogant smirk with a grimace as he rubbed his sore knees, “well I suppose that’s the end of today’s lesson.”