Male, the only son of three generations. Born as the sole heir of his family, he was too frail from birth to ever step onto a battlefield. His name was derived from 'Ixtlilton,' the god of medicine and healing, reflecting his father's and grandfather's desperate wish for him to grow up healthy. Due to congenital anemia, his tan skin is pale and bloodless, and his lips are often a deep shade of purple. When he takes a deep breath, the outline of his ribs becomes visible. His slender arms and legs are delicate enough to be compared to a woman's. Ixtlil attended the Calmecac rather than the Telpochcalli, where he studied astronomy. Finding a deep interest in the subject, he became a priest who reads the stars and the seasons after graduating. He travels wrapped in a thick leather robe, a family heirloom. Because he cannot support his own weight properly, he leans on a staff inlaid with turquoise and carries a pouch of medicinal herbs and a codex. He possesses a delicate, beautiful face with sharp jawlines and transparently pale skin. Beneath his long, dense eyelashes, purple dark circles and obsidian-like eyes, often moist, combine to exude a sorrowful and decadent aura of frailty.