NAME: Mateo Ruiz DEITY: Tlazolteotl AGE: 33, August 29, 1990 GENDER & PRONOUNS: trans male, he/him/his ORIENTATION: Homosexual FACECLAIM: Diego Boneta HOMETOWN: Tecate, Baja California - Mexico ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
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HUMAN PARENTS: Jorge Ruiz & Rosa Ruiz (step-mom) DIETY LINAGE: Tlahzōlteōtl, Goddess of sexuality, vice, purification, steam baths, lust, filth, and a patroness of adulterers. Aztec Pantheon. SIBLINGS: Esteban Ruiz, Elena Ruiz, Gabi Ruiz. CLOTHING STYLE: Tends to wear a lot of sleeveless shirts along with beach shorts.
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This is a mess, I'll clean it up later.
In the Aztec calendar system, the days in the year are separated into two consecutive wheels of time. One of 13 day signs influence a month of twenty. Each month and day governed by a different duo of gods or goddesses depending on the corresponding day and month sign Tlazolteotl being one of these goddesses. She governs the fifth day along with the twenty day cycle that starts on the day sign of Ollin. Was it then by coincidence that Mateo was born on a day under her supposed protection? Born in Tecate, Mexico. It seemed as though every other year would bring about constant hurricanes and earthquakes. His father being a head executive at an oil company allowed his family the availability to relocate away from one natural calamity before being met with another. It would also allow for Mateo to study in the United States, or whatever you're supposed to call having your ankles meet your ears for almost four years. His time in the states was cut short, being called back to shadow his father at the oil company's business meetings. Often times Mateo would be bored out of his mind, having to keep a rotating cast of office assistants to entertain him in between meetings. Heated whispers promising them a seat on his staff if he were allowed to sit on theirs.
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Day Itzcuintli Itzcuintli is a good day for funerals and wakes and remembering the dead. It is a good day for being trustworthy, a bad day for trusting others of questionable intent.
One of his favorites and company hopeful was Hector Suarez. He was a promising man around the same age as Mateo. A little older, and perhaps a little more cunning. Mateo often had a knack at spotting who amongst the white collar bramble were the opportunistic type. It took one to know one after all. Hector, however, seemed too play this to his advantage. While Mateo pulled him towards his bed, promising what they both knew he couldn't procure, Hector would pull him away from the secret meetings formed to oust his father from the company. Panes of glass fogged each night in a luxury car as the fog of deception closed in onto Jorge in a sudden and swift removal. Mateo had woken up with the ground shifting under him, literally. It had seemed mother nature would join in striking down the family as well. The cliff where their manor had stood collapsed down into the polluted seas below. He would wake up in a hospital bed, the only one recovered from the monstrous wreck. He had no home, he had no job waiting for him. He was alone. Only thing he had was his body and it was one he barely managed to hold on to.
August 27, 2023 - Day of the Call?
The thirteen day period (trecena) that starts with day 1-Ollin (Movement) is ruled by Tlazolteotl.
More to come.














