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Hii! I'm iichaqu, a former witch's familiar turned VTuber. If you ever need spiritual guidance or a good laugh, check me out on Ko-Fi and Twitch.
‧˚꒰Schedule🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
| Day | Status | Time |
|---|---|---|
| Monday | Live on Twitch / TikTok | 8:00 PM EST |
| Tuesday | Offline | All Day |
| Wednesday | Possible Stream | 8:00 PM EST |
| Thursday | Live on Twitch / TikTok | 8:00 PM EST |
| Friday | Offline | All Day |
| Saturday | Possible Stream! | 8:00 PM EST! |
| Sunday | Offline | All Day |
˖˚Credit ˖˚
3D Model 𑣲 ┆ iichaqu
PNG Model ୭˚. ᵎᵎ ┆ iichaqu
Emotes 𝜗ৎ ┆ iichaqu
Sub Badges <𝟑 .ᐟ ┆ iichaqu
Chat Box ⋆˙⟡ ┆ mielzy
Panels ⭑.ᐟ ┆ iichaqu
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‧˚꒰About ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
iichaqu iizakorii is a baddie catboy on a journey to reunite with an old friend. He is extremely friendly always open to chat or read your fortune.Even though he often appears in a cute human form, his catlike roots never fade.iichaqu’s abilities make him both mysterious and lovable. He can shape-shift, slipping between forms with ease, and his personal favorite skill is his blessed power to see the future. Whether he’s warning strangers about oncoming storms or predicting who will be his next baby daddy, he always treats his gift with warmth and kindness.⋆༺𓆩⛤𓆪༻⋆
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ʚLoreɞ
It was a rainy day when Ximarah’s hidden forest cottage was raided by the Figniyah Clan, a strict religious group whose only mission was to wipe out every witch in Niabil. The time was 2:50 AM, nine minutes before the Witching Hour. The moon hung high above the trees, glowing a rare sapphire blue that signaled magic in the air.Inside, iichaqu, a small catboy familiar with fluffy blonde hair and a softly glowing tail, slept curled by the fire. His ears twitched as he dreamed peacefully. Ximarah knelt in the center of the room with her spellbook wide open, her voice trembling but determined as she chanted an ancient prayer to the goddess Valeka. “In this hour I call upon your ancient power. Valeka, hear my plea and protect thee. Valeka, come and reside in me and help me destroy my foe once and for all.” The candles flickered. The window blasted open. A freezing wind rushed in, blowing out every flame and plunging the cottage into darkness.A knock echoed through the home. Then another. Then a third. Ximarah did not answer. She knew exactly who stood outside and she knew they would not leave without blood. She rushed to iichaqu and coated his face and cheeks with cloaking oil. “May this being be unseen to those who mean harm. Protect thee. My will be done,” she whispered.
iichaqu’s tail swayed lazily in sleep. He had no idea how close danger had come.Ximarah blessed herself next, but before she finished, the door crashed open. Thirteen men flooded inside with swords, torches, chains and holy texts. “XIMARAH VELAGORE. IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO PAY FOR YOUR SINS AGAINST OUR LORD AND SAVIOR,” the priest shouted. The room appeared empty to them because of the spell. “Witchcraft,” one hissed. A guard dragged in a young, battered boy whose chains clattered loudly against the wooden floor. “Sinful boy,” the priest ordered, “use your powers for the Lord. Where is she?”
The boy lifted his head. His eyes glowed a dull, cursed red. Without speaking, the room trembled. The wind surged. Ximarah’s cloaking spell shattered instantly and she appeared before all thirteen men. A guard lunged at her with his sword raised. Before the blade could strike her down, iichaqu leapt from the shadows and clawed at the man’s back. His sudden attack bought Ximarah enough time to run up the spiral staircase.iichaqu was thrown off but scrambled after her as three guards stormed upstairs. They broke down the door just as Ximarah spoke the final words of a spell. Tears lined her face as she turned to her familiar. “iichaqu, my final wish for you is to go out into the world and experience a normal human life. I have fought this fight for seventeen thousand years. Always different groups, always the same hate. Remember that we are always connected. Our magic is divine.”She opened the window and iichaqu climbed onto a tree branch outside, looking back at her with fear and confusion. Just as Ximarah stepped toward the window, a guard grabbed her from behind. Before she could break free, he drove his sword through her back. Her body fell. Her hand reached toward iichaqu but slipped away as her life left her.For the first time, iichaqu cried out in agony. Then he fled into the forest, from a distance, he could see the flames of what once was his home. He was the only survivor of the Witching Hour Massacre, bound by his witch’s final command to live among humans and hide his true nature. Yet deep inside, he feels magic stirring. He feels the spirits guiding him knowing Ximarah’s story wasn’t over...iichaqu now takes a human form, learning how to live as they live while carrying ancient magic, charm, and a promise in his heart.
iichaqu Design 1/23/23