Uetzcayotl was born in Guadalajara, Aztlan, to a pair of awakened parents in 2044. He was given the nahuatl name “Essence of Light of the Earth” as an homage to Quetzalcoatl for two reasons. First, he was born at the precise time when the shadows of the Feathered Snake appear on the El Castillo pyramid in Chichen Itza. Second, his parents were nahualli who belonged to a heretical denomination of the Aztec religion that believed in the pacifist version of Quetzalcoatl that eschewed blood sacrifices and embraced environmentalism. They believed that by healing the environment of the consequences of humanity’s careless stewardship they could prevent the destruction of this Sixth World.

Uetzcayotl awakened to the astral world when he was four years old. His nahualli animal spirit twin, Quauhtli (nahuatl for “Eagle”), appeared to him and told him that was to play a major part in the preservation of the Sixth World-The World of Mana. She would guide him towards this best destiny.

When his parents discovered that Uetz had awakened, they inducted him into the ways of their fellowship-The Serpent’s Feathers. The Serpent’s Feathers placed Quetzalcoatl above all other deities of the Aztec pantheon, revering him as a bringer of peace and prosperity. They emphasized the religious texts that showed how Quetzalcoatl rejected human sacrifice, and generally taught that Aztlan’s current interpretation of the Aztec gods was a violent perversion of the natural progression of Aztec theology.

The Serpent’s Feathers traveled throughout Aztlan and did what they could to heal the victims of pollution using magical and natural remedies. While the results of their actions were hard to hide, the Serpent’s Feathers did what they could to keep their identities secret in order to avoid persecution-or worse-from Aztlan’s high priests.

Despite their precautions, the Serpent’s Feathers drew the interest of a radical Aztec cult-Chimalli (nahuatl for “Shield”)[enemy]. The Chimalli revered the sun god Huitzilopochtli, taking to the extreme his need for human sacrifices to maintain the sun and protect the world. The Chimalli sought out powerful (but easily overpowered) awakened for human sacrifice. The members of the Serpent’s Feathers made prime candidates because of their order’s secretive nature.

In 2070, Quauhtli told Uetz that his parents had been captured and sacrificed by Chimalli priests. She warned Uetz that he needed to flee Aztlan in order to avoid suffering the same fate. Uetz gathered his things and escaped to the nearest city with Serpent’s Feathers, Los Angeles.

In Los Angeles, Uetz met up with fellow Serpent’s Feather Guillermo de la Cruz [contact-talismonger], a talismonger who used his position as a low level paper pusher at the Aztlan consulate as cover for his religious convictions. Guillermo helped Uetz get settled in the city by finding him a place to live and introducing him to other Serpent’s Feathers, such as street doc Humberto Caballero [contact-street doc] and other like-minded individuals. Guillermo also suggested that Uetz make a living by working as a shadowrunner for megacorps looking to clean up health/environmental disasters that the megacorps irresponsibly caused.

Uetz became a regular member of “clean-up crew” shadowrunners specializing in treating the victims of toxic chemical spills, using the alias “Quetzalcoatl.” Through “clean-up crew” runs, he met other pro-nature mages. He became close friends with Etaín, a flighty dryad druid, and Rene, a shy troll eco-shaman [crash pad friends-deepweed smokers and general moochers].

During a run in 2071, Uetz managed to meet an odd trio of shadowrunners-D’zan, Argent and [MrAres’ character]. Quauhtli told Uetz that these shadowrunners could help him continue his work as a Serpent’s Feather. During the next year, Uetz befriended the new group and helped D’zan and Argent to create a magic circle, seeing them as potential allies .

Currently, Uetz lives together with the D’zan, Argent and [MrAres’ character]. While Uetz does not care much for D’zan’s blatant prejudice against regular humans and does not understand Argent’s obsession with online social networks, he places his trust in Quauhtli’s belief that these people will help him continue his mission to heal the Sixth World.

February, 2071 – Ares Macrotech Arena

“An easy 5k, you said. Just a bunch of teeny bopper sim-fans, you said.” The pixie's voice was scathing, and Argent resisted the urge to swat at the figure flying next to him. They were hustling down a narrow corridor in the bowels of the Arena, the screaming figure of Tanzina, the newest sim-synth-pop star to be culled from the unwashed masses of LA by the marketing team at Horizon.

“What do you want?” he shouted, louder than he meant to, a bit of a vulpine growl flavoring his tone. But by now, even the fox-shifter was starting to breathe hard, and trying to concentrate on moving the boy while he was busy screaming her head off wasn't helping his focus. Ahead of them in the narrow cement tunnel, a hulking humanoid figure appeared among the tangle of pipes and wiring conduits. Argent swore, jerking the girl to a rough stop in the center of the path.

“Dzan...” he said worriedly. The pixie spat a string of curses and darted forward. One of these days, I've got to learn Sprethiel.
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The run had started off so easy it was almost like a cliché. Niaomi had called, needing some Awakened security for a concert that was happening that weekend. The boy wasn't nationally famous, in fact, he had been working bars and nightclubs just a few months ago. That hadn't gotten death threats or anything, but there had been a series of annoying watcher spirits, and one of her shows had been plagued by a series of accidents that had scrapped the whole production. Investigators afterwards had confirmed that a spirit had been there, using it's magic to force accidents where they shouldn't have been. So, Niaomi was sure that it was just a prankster, and she wanted to put some discrete Awakened muscle near the synth-pop star to dissuade him or her. It had seemed like a milk run, exactly the sort of thing Dzan and Argent needed to get back on their feet after Smoke and Silver had disappeared under disturbing circumstances during their last run. Argent had taken the run without hesitation, trusting to both their skills and his rep with Niamomi to ward off any serious issues.

To be fair, most of the night had been spent in the lap of luxury. They'd been picked up by one of Horizon's limo's before the show, and traveled in the champagne and real leather filled interior to pick up the star and his normal bodyguard, and then to the backstage of the arena, where the boys first big show was going to be held. He had a bit of a local following, and they'd had to hold back a few overzealous fans, but nothing even vaguely difficult. They'd seen the boy to his dressing room, Argent heading off to schmooze with a few of the Horizon marketing sharks, and Dzan parking himself inside the room, all but invisible under his natural glamor.

There'd been a few of the mischevious watcher spirits pre-show, but Dzan had easily mopped them up. There had even been a more powerful spirit lurking around backstage after the show started, hard to spot among the flashing lights and the strobing blacklight, but Argent had caught one tech and prevented some serious injuries after an apparent 'fall', and Dzan had tracked the spirit down and driven it away.

But after the show...after the show was when things got interesting. They'd been on their way back to the dressing room, congratulating Tanzina on his successful show, when [b]Dzan had motioned the others abruptly to a stop. Standing front of them had been the slumped over figure of a young man, eyes wide, staring blankly up at them from his knees in a puddle of blood. Behind him, the mangled body of a guard was scattered across the hallway, a hulking humanoid figure crouched over the largest pieces, shoving gobblets of flesh and blood into what passed for a face. Argent has whistled softly, and Dzan had said something in Sprethiel. Shocked, Tanzina had been speechless for a moment, but when the young man on the floor blinked and whimpered, “I...I only wanted to see you...I...I love you!” and stretched out bloody hands up to the pop star, Tanzania had started screaming. At the sound of the stars screaming the formerly oblivious creatures head had snapped up, eliciting another string of Elven curses from the pixie hovering in front. Tan had kept screaming even as Dzan had blasted the spirit with something, scattering it into it's component mana across the narrow hallway. The pop star had kept screaming when Argent darted forward, a swift kick knocking the kneeling man into a groaning heap against one wall of the tunnel. Had kept screaming, in fact, even as the pair of runners ran, accidentally heading deeper into the compound thanks to a lack of knowledge about the layout of the arena.

“I thought you destroyed the spirit,” Argent said tightly.

Dzan spared enough time to flip the other runner the finger before turning back to the spirit, cracking his tiny knuckles and shaking his shoulders to loosen them.

“He must have summoned another one. Alright big and ugly, let's rock.” The encounter was brief, and the pixie was a merciless opponent, but even Dzan was breathing hard by the time he'd ripped the spirit apart.

Argent was already pushing Tanzania forward, thoughts flashing as the AR menu's zipped across his contact lenses. Niaomi's number flashed up, highlighted, and started dialing, almost before the runner had time to fully codify the thought.

“Niaomi!” The fox shifter chirped into the phone, faking good cheer.

“What's going on, Argent? I'm getting some kind of 911 call from the staff at the arena.”

“Your friendly prankster? Untrained Awaken kid, obsessed and in love with our pop star here. And I'm pretty sure he's been feeding his spirits blood. They smeared one guard all over the hallway, and he's still summoning more. I don't think he can control it, Niaomi.”

The woman on the other end of the line swore, and Argent could tell by the distracted tone in her voice that she was on the line with other people, her enviable implants giving her the ability to carry on multiple conversations at once.

“Alright, look, I just got on the horn with the Marketing department, and they're going to forward an extra 15k to you guys if you can get Tanzania out without getting him seriously hurt. Call it hazard pay. I'm sorry,Argent. I would have told you if I'd known.”

The fox shifters grin was real this time. More money, and I'll be known as a go-to guy to more of the company. Win-win, right? Assuming the up and coming blood mage doesn't eat everyone first.

“You got it, babe. I need an exit, a car, and an HTR team.”