Nation Name: 2p!Uxmal (meaning "thrice built" or "built three times")

Human Name: Iktan (meaning "clever")

Age: unknown, one of the oldest Mayan cities (alongside Chichen Itza and Tikal); appears to be about 44

Sexuality: akoiromantic heteroflexible

Appearance: Iktan has messy dark grey hair that always appears unkempt and ends just below his shoulder blades. Though they retain a dark outline the inner iris of his eyes were drained of color long ago and now appear to be a dull light-steel grey, not many remember their true color. His once darkly tanned skin has paled due to his reluctance to venture outdoors anymore, however, he retains his callused hands and the faint scars that litter his body. The most notable are the scars across his lower back.
He doesn't take much into account other than use when choosing his wardrobe and can usually be seen wearing dark blue work pants and slip-on dark brown work boots as well. A threadbare black T-shirt, bearing a pocket on the front usually holding cigarettes, and a worn out dark grey leather jacket completes his outfit.
Under his shirt he is always wearing a back brace that he rarely ever takes off if only to wash.
Around his neck is an odd looking circular talisman with even stranger markings all over it, front and back, he never tells what it is and never takes it off. It's hung by a piece of thick twine. he usually carries around with him a slender, smooth, black panther-head cane that contrasts strikingly with his dirtied and worn out attire.

Personality: Gruff, terribly introverted, and easily angered Iktan does not come across as the friendly type. He takes no crap from anyone at any time and can dish out more insults and swears than a crew of sailors could even dream of. He used to be strict, war hardened, and battle weary but ever since his incident the fiery spirit that kept him, and some of his Mayan siblings, going has died and been replaced with a cold heart of stone.
He at one point in time turned to smoking and drinking his problems away and though his siblings have been trying to get him to stop drinking he still smokes often and doesn't show any signs of quitting any time soon. (In fact the only way possible to seem to get him to quite either is to just not have any around him at all).
He may no longer be able to properly fight or use magic but make no mistake if his temper is properly flared he can put that cane to good use...

History: [editing in process]

Other: His back was net broken long ago and he now has a few metal disks in it as well as a bolt or two, making movement very hard.
His cane doubles as a short sword should the need arise.
He will wear a rather nice suit for "business" occasions.
On his way to becoming a recovering alcoholic (due to his siblings near harassing him about it (in his opinion)).
Hates physical contact.
Feels useless (borderline worthless) due to not being able to fight or use magic anymore.
The talisman around his neck actually contains all of his magic.
He is a splendid star-mapper, blacksmith, and architect (though the latter two are rarely done anymore).