A Year and A Day: Civatateo
Changeling: the Dreaming
Homebrew Rules
Character Creation Guide Download: Civatateo.pdf
Quoth the Civatateo:
“Hola my friend, I see that you do not like that bust of the Madre de Dios. This is a shame that you have broken her face off. I feel that I have to do the same to you…”
Kith Excerpt:
Born from the Dreams of reverent and serene women at the cross-roads, the Civatateo boast a long and hallowed history. Some claim that their history comes from priestesses of an Aztec Moon Goddess. Others claim that they are ghosts of poor women who died at child-birth. Others just see them as blood-drinking angels of a Holy Catholic Church. Whatever their origin, what remains is a beautiful and benevolent family of señoras, who share close ties to both Death and the Church. All female, and all motherly (though none boast children of their own), this Family represents The Empire of Dusk, and the Lands of the Feathered Serpent, and is the most endearing and symbolic of Ayauhcalli (Fae).
More gregarious than any of their fellow South American Calli (Kith), the Civatateo maintain close connections to both the Nunnehi to the North, and the European Concordian Kithain. Fae. Regardless of these relations, no other Calli sees them as Traitors. Every smart Fae of the Empire knows what befalls those who refuse proper deference to the bone-witches.
Proper veneration for the Dead and deference for the church seems to be the dreams from which the Civatateo were born, regardless of Politics, be it European or Meso-American. Those that don’t show proper respect are at the mercy of the Civatateo until they make amends. Whatever these amends are is up to the Civatateo in question, but there was a reason why they are so feared. Some of the more bloodcurdling, gory practices of the Indigenous Folk are still common among this sisterhood of Reverent Death.
Flavor
“The other day I was down by the Hudson River, and I see two nuns in full habit rollerblading down the street holding hands. And I’m like, ‘Oh, my God, I get it. The world is surreal and beautiful. And everything is fine.’”
–Regina Spektor
