Javier Ramirez

Son of Tezcatlipoca: a rebel who sometimes has a cause.


Attributes: Strength 4, Dexterity 5, Stamina 3; Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Appearance 2; Perception 4, Intelligence 2, Wits 3

Virtues: Conviction 3, Courage 3, Duty 2, Loyalty 1

Abilities: Athletics 3, Awareness 2, Brawl 3, Fortitude 3, Investigation 2, Marksmanship 3, Melee 3, Occult 2, Politics 3, Presence 1, Stealth 3, Survival 2

Birthrights: Relic 3 (Obsidian Dagger – War, Mystery), Followers 2 (Jaguar Warriors – 10)

Supernatural Powers:

Epic Attributes: Epic Strength 1 (Crushing Grip), Epic Dexterity 2 (Trick Shooter, Untouchable Opponent), Epic Manipulation 1 (Overt Order), Epic Perception 1 (Predatory Focus)

Boons: Battle Cry (War 2), Maguey Sting (Itztli 1), Combat Sacrifice (Itztli 2), Mystery 2

Join Battle: 5


Obsidian Dagger: Accuracy 9, Damage 7L, Parry DV 6, Speed 4

Glock: Accuracy 9, Damage 4L, Range 20, Speed 4

Unarmed, Light: Accuracy 9, Damage 5B, Parry DV 7, Speed 4

Unarmed, Heavy: Accuracy 7, Damage 8B, Parry DV 5, Speed 5

Soak: 4B/2L/0A (Heavy Clothing +1B)

Health Levels: -0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-4/Incap

Dodge DV: 8 Willpower: 6 Legend: 3 Legend Points: 9

Notes: Javier’s Obsidian Dagger allows him to channel the War and Mystery purviews, as well as allowing him to summon his remaining Jaguar Warriors to his side. He starts with 10, and so far, still has them all.


Javier wiped the sweat from his brow, peering through the impenetrable darkness. He cursed inwardly as he attempted to look up at the stars, only to be rewarded with the dense, dark canopy of the jungle. He had been separated from his companions when a firefight broke out, and though he was able to kill his enemies, he was now alone in an unforgiving wilderness.

“I don’t think it would be fitting,” he said to himself aloud, “for a warrior to die anywhere except for battle. Such a waste.” He chortled, continuing to walk straight ahead with no clue as to what direction he was traveling. As he made his way through the darkness, a faint glimmer caught his eye. Javier reflexively stooped down. Was it a friend? A foe? A beast? From this distance, he couldn’t tell. At first, he reached for his gun, but then he hesitated. He instead slowly drew his combat knife and approached the source of the glimmering light.

Can’t draw attention to myself, he thought, enemies may still lurk here.

As he got closer, the light appeared to grow. Javier recoiled and shielded his eyes with his forearms as the light became suddenly blindingly bright, like a lightbulb in the very moment before it burns out. When he looked back, he saw a jaguar, sitting perfectly still and staring straight at him. His heart began to race as he brandished his knife. He watched as the jaguar made no move.

Calm yourself.

Javier looked frantically left and right. “Who said that?” he demanded, feeling his hand began to shake. Am I losing my mind? Has the jungle made me mad?

I did, the voice said again. The voice was coming from inside his mind! I AM crazy, Javier thought, and he began to laugh out loud.

Get a grip, Javier. I am the jaguar in front of you.

Javier lowered his knife, and inspected the large cat closely. He realized then that the cat itself was the source of illumination that was allowing him to study the creature. He knelt down, feeling at ease. After all, if the jaguar desired to kill him, it could have easily accomplished the task. And there was definitely something different about this animal.

“Who are you?” Javier asked, sheathing his knife. The jaguar narrowed its eyes as he heard the voice again in his head.

I am Tezcatlipoca, the god of jaguars, the god of war, the god of the night sky. I am he who sews the seeds of discontent and strife. I am these things, and you are my son.

There was silence for a moment, so palpable that one could feel it. Javier broke the silence, laughing hysterically. The jaguar’s eyes narrowed even further.

I see you do not believe me. But I know everything about you, Javier. Ask me only something you would know.

“Alright… el gato,” he said, laughing, “what is it that I do?”

You are a warrior.

Javier laughed again, “Anyone could tell…”

But not any kind of warrior, the jaguar interrupted. Most humans have a cause to their fight. And certainly, you believe in your cause as well. But deep inside your heart, when you create strife and chaos with your actions, you feel excitement, elation, bliss, and happiness. Certainly, you suppress these feelings and tell yourself and your comrades that you’re only fighting for the better of the people. However you try to hide it makes no difference; deep inside you, you are like me. The enmity and spite and you stir in the hearts of your enemies as you destroy what they have worked so hard to build… for you, it is an indescribable joy.

Javier was no longer smiling. He was staring straight into the jaguar’s eyes. There was no way he could have known Javier’s deepest emotions in battle. And somehow, when he looked into those feral eyes, he knew that this… thing was telling the truth.

“Tezcatlipoca, huh? You some sort of ancient Aztec or Mayan god? I’ve never heard of you.”

I am one of the Aztec gods. And you are my son… my scion.

Javier sat down, crossing his legs. “So… what does that mean? Why have you come to me? Why now?”

I need you. Something big is about to happen, and you are going to be an important part of that. The voice was silent for a moment. I have watched you grow into a fierce warrior. You have faced much hardship, but have emerged triumphant. You and your ragtag band of fighters have single-handedly taken on the government of this country, and turning entire villages and towns to your cause. But you must leave this behind for your lieutenants to continue, for your task will take you outside of Venezuela. You will be going to America.

“And why should I? Tell me why I should abandon my comrades to run some stupid errand for a cat?” Javier spat on the ground angrily. Being told to leave his brothers behind was insulting.

Do this for me, and I will give you power that will enable you to easily topple Chavez’s government. Do this for me, my son, and your name will be forever written into history.

Javier took a deep breath. The promise of power and glory proved to be far more appealing. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

The jaguar stepped backward and sat down again. In front of it was a dark blade; even with the god’s light pouring from his jaguar body, the blade still resembled a shadow on the ground.

A gift. This blade was used to make sacrifices in my name. Truly, without boast, it is the greatest blade of obsidian ever to be made by mortal hands. With this blade, you can call upon the powers that lay dormant in you. Now, pick it up and shove the blade into the dirt.

Javier cautiously picked up the dagger. It really was a work of art! A fine weapon, and just holding it filled Javier with a sense of completeness. He shoved the blade into the ground down to the hilt.

Now, say, ‘I call to the warriors of old. Arise, and serve me.’

Javier paused for a moment, “I call to the warriors of old. Arise, and serve me.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew Javier backwards by a few steps, and he felt something similar to a whirlwind surround him and throw foliage and debris up into the air. The jaguar did not move. As suddenly the wind stopped, there stood 10 fierce warriors, standing in a circle around the dagger, dressed in ancient battle garb.

The dagger and the jaguar warriors are yours to use as you see fit. Just repeat this phrase when you want to summon them. To return them to the blade, simply say, ‘Return to the blade, warriors.’ Take a plane into America, and I will guide you from there. Good luck, my son.

When dawn finally broke, Javier made his way to his hidden camp. As he approached, several of his men cheered and rushed to greet him.

“Are we ever glad to see you, sir,” one of his lieutenants exclaimed, “we were certain that the jungle consumed you. Thank God.”

Thank God, indeed, Javier thought to himself. A smirk spread across his face.

“Uh, sir,” another soldier inquired, “where did you get that knife?”

Javier looked down at his right hand and realized he was still clutching his newly acquired obsidian dagger. It felt so much a part of him now that he forgot he was holding it. He smiled broadly.

“It was a gift,” Javier said, “from someone I promised to help. Now, if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I need to make some travel arrangements.”

As Javier walked briskly towards his tent, a man called behind him, “Wait, where are you going?”

“America,” he replied, still smiling. “My path of glory awaits.”

Javier Ramirez

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