A sylph rogue, unpredicatable as the wind.
A young adult female of the sylph race, twenty years of age. Her frame is slender and supple. Her complexion is moon-pale and embellished with indigo arabesques. Her long hair is the sun-bleached color of desert sand and her eyes are a deep twilight blue.
She was born and raised in a human outpost founded by a earth-worshipping religious sect in the Bastard Sands. Her father was an ejecatl; her human mother, Mayahuel, died in childbirth. She was raised — begrudgingly — by the members of the religious order, who cursed her air elemental bloodline and mistreated her accordingly.
Self-reliant from an early age. Self-educated, possibly literate. Distrusts authority. Intensely curious, as most sylphs are. Values freedom. Has keen observational skills. Has little regard for law or tradition, especially those based in religious fervor. Fond of alcohol. Her favorite drink is a certain milky-white alcoholic beverage made from the fermented nectar of a desert plant.
The thirteen day period (trecena) that starts with day 1-Ehecatl (Wind) is ruled by Chantico. The 13 days of this trecena are governed by the elemental intent of the divine Whirlwind: to create chaos out of order. Order and reason outlive their purpose and must be replaced by the potential for new, unexpected, unpredictable, change. It is precisely in the heart of order that the lightningbolt strikes. These are 13 days of instability and insecurity. The warrior prefers to have no relationships if the only alternative is to have bad relationships: thievery abounds and no treasure of the heart is safe. These are good days to be in the vanguard; bad days to be encamped behind the front.
— The Aztec Calendar