full name. illari quispe ruiz.
nicknames & aliases. none.
gender & pronouns. cisgender female, she/her.
orientation. bisexual.
age. 18.
birthday & zodiac. december 21st, sagittarius.
occupation. vigilante.
height. 5'0".
weight. 115lbs.
body & build. small but mighty, toned and fit.
complexion. brown skin, solar threads woven throughout her body, most visible on her forehead and under her eyes.
tattoos & piercings. both earlobes pierced.
hair color & style. thick, wavy, back-length. dark brown and often pulled into two braided pigtails.
eye color. brown.
clothing style. tactical wear, structured silhouettes.
signature scent. heat by beyonce.
distinguishing features. solar threads.
positive traits. courageous, resilient, disciplined, protective, independent.
negative traits. guilt-ridden, stoic, blunt, reckless, self-sacrificial.
speech patterns & voice. stoic, flat affect. voice has a rich, resonant quality, and she's very blunt, using minimalist and slightly formal language.
skills & proficiencies. marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, first aid and trauma response, field medicine, rescue operations, search and rescue, crisis management.
ailments. ptsd, autism.
fears & phobias. failure, attachment, losing control.
special interests. crisis management, search and rescue.
likes. solitude, cool air, rescue survival manuals, andean food, llamas, early mornings, soft pajamas.
dislikes. scented candles, strong perfumes, chocolate, selfies, pop music, swimming, unboxing videos, fireworks.
mbti. istj.
enneagram. self-preservation 1.
music taste. post rock, rock.
relevant songs. lift by paul stanley, fallen angel by three days grace, what i've done by linkin park.
though blessed with a happy childhood, illari's youth was nevertheless grueling, growing beneath the weight of expectation. she was destined to become an inti warrior, and her every step was shadowed by legends. her trainers said she was a prodigy, but the truth was hard to conceal. she was bending her entire being to the shape they demanded. training long after dusk until her body ached, heart carrying a quiet fear of never being enough. still, to be an inti warrior was aspirational: a hero, a protector, an educator, a healer. carrying the weight of their people's safety on their shoulders, fighting for justice and safeguarding the vulnerable. when the time came for her initiation, illari bowed her head to the solar threading without hesitation, willing to allow her body to be remade if it meant belonging. but there is no happy ending to this story, and the ceremony did not end in triumph. her power erupted unchecked, a blast of sunlight tearing through stone and fire and flesh. when the chamber cleared, she stood alone among the ruins. the last inti warrior. there was nothing to do but withdraw from the world, refusing the pity of her community. she refused to speak of what she had done, guilt eating through her like acid. at night, she replayed the moment of the blast, wondering if her ambition had cost them their lives. had the desire to be worthy twisted into destruction? even in exile, she could not abandon the discipline that had been carved into her bones. she rose with the sun, trained until her muscles trembled, and hardened her body into a weapon. if she could no longer fight beside her people, she would fight for their memory. what emerged from that solitude was a ruthless vigilante. she seeks redemption through action, throwing herself behind enemy lines, striking with precision and fury.
