Race: Saurus
Name: Cuautemoc (caw-ewe-tem-oc)
Gender: N/A (last time I checked saurus don't have genders)
Height: 8 feet
Weight: 150-200 kilos (This is a guess, since I am not sure how heavy saurus really are)
Spawning pool: Pool of the Leaders in the city of Tlaxtlan
Cuautemoc was originally spawned from the pool which by tradition spawned the best of the Tlaxtlan leader/warriors. However, an unfamiliar quirk in his creation saw that ability stripped away from him and as a result of the same quirk he bore a mark of the old ones, or so it seemed, in the form of a rancid coloured scar down the right side of his face. After consultation of the plaques and records, the skink priests found it marked him as touched by chaos and therefore not to be trusted.
For a time the revelation threw Tlaxtlan into pandemonium, for the priests were unsure how to react. The taint clearly evident in this saurus raised the question of the taint of the entire spawning, and some believed that only the extermination of them all would save them from chaos. However, such a purge would leave the temple city undermanned in the event of war. In the midst of this madness, the Slann Chimalpahin of the fourth generation emerged from the temple and silenced the city with a flicker of thought. From there he issued a proclamation that the one who bore the mark was to be exiled, along with twelve from the same spawning pool. Cuautemoc, and the rest who were exiled did nothing to act against this, leaving the city as soon as they ahd been selected.
While his mind had been robbed of the great leadership of the Oldbloods, he still was possessed with an intelligence that was above the common saurus warrior, and he knew that while he could not serve his temple city or his gods, the younger races may wish for his services. With this thought in mind he and his group set out towards the Lustrian coast, intent on selling their services as mecenary groups to the young races. Naturally, he still despises chaos but will work alongside them, his ideals of chaos and order jaded somewhat.
This dream was not to be, for the jungle is a dangerous place, even for a mighty saurus, and by the time he reached the coast of Lustria, he was the lone survivor. As he stared out over the waters, noticing only a barrier, his expressionless face turned to watch a ship approach the shores. Written clearly on the side was The Celeste.
He began to follow the ship along the shore.
Technical information:
He barely ever speaks, and when he does, it is often in short, barked commands. He carries no possessions apart from the gold armour worn by every saurus, the shield and a mace carved for him by those in the temple city. He will work for any race apart from those who side with chaos, who he has a natural hatred against. He does have greater intelligence than normal saurus, so is still somethng of an acolade when it comes to tactics.
