Porq'Xop of the Chosen (/SHop/)
High Priest Porq'Xop of the Chosen (a.k.a. Torch, Valley BoB)
Only his closest friends and fellow disciples of the Purifying Flame customarily call him Porq’Xop.’ During the 26th year of his training ‘Xop disappeared from his homelands at the margins of the Celestial Kingdom and found himself quite suddenly in the lands of the Shifting Tides. His arrival in the Shifting Tides is as mysterious as his downspear fighting style, and his mythic win streak of 26.
There is a rumor that, while rare, when ‘Xop is badly wounded he flies into a muderous rage. The few who claim to have survived combat with ‘Xop, describe bursts of speed and movement, flashes of razor sharp tusks and screeching piercing sounds that paralyzed. The more skeptical claim that these descriptions are of a sounder of wild boar, lucky for ‘Xop.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Images are worth a 1000 words.
Body Features
Avg height and build with brown skin, scars and dark eyes.
Facial Features
Salt and pepper beard.
Identifying Characteristics
Viva La Raza inked into skin.
Special abilities
Wereboar
Apparel & Accessories
Black tunic with the symbol of a Torch.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Arrival in the Shifting Tides:
I am a foreigner from lands out of space and time, from a place called the Golden City. After a dedicated day of training and ritual practice at the Dojo of Dagobah, I went to seek the wisdom of my deity. In order to commune with its Purifying Flame, I consume the prickly pear of the Nopal cactus, which only grows deep in the deserts of my people. So deep into the desert I traveled, and the first prickly pear that I found was the largest I had ever seen with a deep purple hue, an aroma of ripened berries, and a hint of sour toxicity. I devoured it and sat down with folded legs to begin a meditative state. Soon after I heard a disembodied whisper on the breeze, and I understood it to be asking me deeper into the desert. I followed this command and trekked deeper into the desert until I arrived at a great forest of cacti as far as the eye could see. Many were in the final acts of life raising stalks deep into the clouds with blossoms so yellow you could confuse them for a 1000 tiny suns. In a half-mad and half-starved state and surviving on only prickly pears for 26 weeks, I sustained my spiritual-meditative state for far longer than I had thought possible. And just when I thought I had finally gone completely mad in the full cosmic immolation of the Purifying Flame, I returned all at once to the immediate consciousness of my body, hand on my spear, chīmalli on my back, and macuahuitl at my side. As I looked around I realized I was no longer in my own lands, and was now afoot in these lands you call the Shifting Tides. The 26 Month Journey through the Tides:
’Xop was a stranger in a strange land. The people he met called this place the Savage Glades, they were a rejected and downtrodden people, but a people with a noble heart and a strength of spirit. But ‘Xop knew that before he could begin to impact this world, he would need guidance from the Purifying Flame. So he decided that he would wonder the lands in search once again of its Whispers. He drifted for 26 months from the Earthsea to the Itzal Mountains, before meeting some Tesyldari traders who directed him to Matidus Mot and the Pyramid of Ahmanat. It was finally here, in a vast land that reminded him of home, which the locals called it the Bronze Desert, that he knew he would be able to reach BoB’s Purifying Flame. Without the aide of the prickly pear, there was only one other way to ready the body and soul to hear the Whispers, the fast. ‘Xop entered the Bronze Desert and began his fast and on the 26th day of his fast he heard one barely audible command repeated over and over, “share, share, share.” The Fighter's Clinic
Heeding the heat of the Flame, ‘Xop decided to make his way back to the Savage Glades. One day after exiting the Itzal Mountains ‘Xop took up camp near the Shifting Spire and met a fellow traveler and formidable warrior named Xair. More importantly Xair was familiar with ‘Xop’s homelands. Thinking it more than a coincidence, ‘Xop decided to establish the Clinic right then and there. ‘Xop, along side Xair, created the Fighter’s Clinic as an elite academy dedicated to the study, teaching, and sharing of the combat arts. In the two years since its creation the Clinic has been visited by many of the Shifting Tides greatest warriors. Sensing a great change on the Horizon, ‘Xop has decided to help these lands weather the change and arise stronger than before.
I am a foreigner from lands out of space and time, from a place called the Golden City. After a dedicated day of training and ritual practice at the Dojo of Dagobah, I went to seek the wisdom of my deity. In order to commune with its Purifying Flame, I consume the prickly pear of the Nopal cactus, which only grows deep in the deserts of my people. So deep into the desert I traveled, and the first prickly pear that I found was the largest I had ever seen with a deep purple hue, an aroma of ripened berries, and a hint of sour toxicity. I devoured it and sat down with folded legs to begin a meditative state. Soon after I heard a disembodied whisper on the breeze, and I understood it to be asking me deeper into the desert. I followed this command and trekked deeper into the desert until I arrived at a great forest of cacti as far as the eye could see. Many were in the final acts of life raising stalks deep into the clouds with blossoms so yellow you could confuse them for a 1000 tiny suns. In a half-mad and half-starved state and surviving on only prickly pears for 26 weeks, I sustained my spiritual-meditative state for far longer than I had thought possible. And just when I thought I had finally gone completely mad in the full cosmic immolation of the Purifying Flame, I returned all at once to the immediate consciousness of my body, hand on my spear, chīmalli on my back, and macuahuitl at my side. As I looked around I realized I was no longer in my own lands, and was now afoot in these lands you call the Shifting Tides. The 26 Month Journey through the Tides:
’Xop was a stranger in a strange land. The people he met called this place the Savage Glades, they were a rejected and downtrodden people, but a people with a noble heart and a strength of spirit. But ‘Xop knew that before he could begin to impact this world, he would need guidance from the Purifying Flame. So he decided that he would wonder the lands in search once again of its Whispers. He drifted for 26 months from the Earthsea to the Itzal Mountains, before meeting some Tesyldari traders who directed him to Matidus Mot and the Pyramid of Ahmanat. It was finally here, in a vast land that reminded him of home, which the locals called it the Bronze Desert, that he knew he would be able to reach BoB’s Purifying Flame. Without the aide of the prickly pear, there was only one other way to ready the body and soul to hear the Whispers, the fast. ‘Xop entered the Bronze Desert and began his fast and on the 26th day of his fast he heard one barely audible command repeated over and over, “share, share, share.” The Fighter's Clinic
Heeding the heat of the Flame, ‘Xop decided to make his way back to the Savage Glades. One day after exiting the Itzal Mountains ‘Xop took up camp near the Shifting Spire and met a fellow traveler and formidable warrior named Xair. More importantly Xair was familiar with ‘Xop’s homelands. Thinking it more than a coincidence, ‘Xop decided to establish the Clinic right then and there. ‘Xop, along side Xair, created the Fighter’s Clinic as an elite academy dedicated to the study, teaching, and sharing of the combat arts. In the two years since its creation the Clinic has been visited by many of the Shifting Tides greatest warriors. Sensing a great change on the Horizon, ‘Xop has decided to help these lands weather the change and arise stronger than before.
Gender Identity
They
Sexuality
A.
Education
The Dojo at Dagobah of The Golden City
Employment
Fighter's Clinic.
Casa Carajo Taberna
Accomplishments & Achievements
A mythical killing streak...
Failures & Embarrassments
Tournament loss in lands to the North and out.
Intellectual Characteristics
Smart AF
Morality & Philosophy
Cosmic Balance.
Proletariat Revolution.
Divine Madness.
Taboos
None and all
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Cosmic Balance and occasionally Cosmic Righteousness
Likes & Dislikes
Likes fighting,
Dislikes not-fighting
Virtues & Personality perks
Balance in all things.
Vices & Personality flaws
Balance in all things.
Personality Quirks
Frustration at self incomprehension
Hygiene
Impeccable...except during the new moon...
Social
Contacts & Relations
Co-owner, with Paktu of Casa Carajo Taberna in the Shifting Tides.
Family Ties
The Brotherhood above all, then cosmic balance, then the downtrodden proletariat.
Religious Views
A diciple of BoB the Unforgiving. Live by the blade die by the blade. Cosmic balance in all things.
Social Aptitude
Conversations relating to combat, philosophy or the sciences.
Mannerisms
Constant resting bitch face and a shaking leg.
Hobbies & Pets
Tulip, A small battle poodle-yorkie.
Speech
A slight elitist tone.
Speaks many languages in the service of BoB's purifying flames.
Wealth & Financial state
Proletariat.
Pronounced: /ʃop/. 'Xop is the Chief Sword Clinician and Instructor at Fighter's Clinic, a Shifting Tides academy of the combat arts. 'Xop is a foreigner, having arrived from lands else..where...when...how.
Character Location
Alignment
Cosmically Neutral
Honorary & Occupational Titles
High Priest
Age
Old
Date of Birth
Fall of Tiotehucan
Birthplace
Teotihuacan
Children
Current Residence
The Shifting Spire
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Black and grey
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Moreno
Height
5'10"
Weight
155lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
Pig Out!
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Taberna Conversations: On nochtli
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The fruit is but a means to invert the scopic regime of our constraining vision. A vision made possible by Blinding Flame. The fruit, or nochtli, is a tool that helps achieve a meditative state aimed at sensing the balance between self, other, and context (in the beginning was the text. And the text was WITH him, and the text was him).
Movement through space, which is at once movement through time, is a matter of transubstantiation, made possible at the zenith, which is to say the nadir, of self-awareness, and in complete intentionality. This is the place that the Purifying Flame guides us to, the leap is ours to bleed.
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