Juan Pisanob

Juan Pisanob is a Uchumallki Capacocha from Mexico.

Biography

Juan Pisanob was an artist. Yes, his art form was unconventional and rare - pyrotechnics - but he often joked that it was this or arson (at which his friends would chuckle nervously... you just never knew with Juan). Yeah, there were bad elements in Juan's family, but he kept himself well away from all that. He was a devout Catholic, and in addition to doing concerts and stage shows, he'd do Dios de los Muertos celebrations and whatever else might require a few fireworks.

And then he was in Mexico City one night, setting up, and someone hit him on the back of the head with a shovel. The blow knocked him to the ground, stunned, and he saw four people with fangs laughing at him. He could barely move, but he retained enough muscular control to flick his lighter and set off the fireworks next to him. The fanged people ran in fear, and he managed a smile before dying. The blow to the head had injured his brain.

Juan wasn't exactly expecting to wake up, but he did. He woke in the midst of an elaborate ceremony. Mercifully, he remembers little of it - mostly an old guy with a serrated knife and then a voice in his head. He'd become one of the Teomallki, the newly immortal, and he was being given a chance to hunt down the bastards who had killed him - and any others like them - and introduce them to the joys of pyrotechnics. As an Uchumallki, he's now capable of putting fire and smoke to some effects his competitors would kill for.

All's not sunshine and roses, though. The illi that shares his body looks at his profession, his religion, his eating habits and his lifestyle as anything from frivolous to sacrilege. Never exactly a weak-willed person anyway, Juan continues to live as he sees fit, but he has to keep his illi (a particularly bloodthirsty high priest) appeased somehow. Hunting vampires in Mexico is a good bet, but Juan's had some close calls so far, and he knows his luck won't hold out forever. He needs some help, and he reckons there has to be someone out there who can give him a little guidance on the best way to hunt down and torch those pendejos without getting bitten. He doesn't know where to start, but his methods are anything but subtle. Sooner or later, someone will find him.

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