Character Name: Bikendi sem'Zuzen

Canon/Original: Original

Gender: male

Age: 26

Family: Mother: Arima alab'Zigor (Deceased) Father: Zuzen sem'Ortzi (Deceased), Uncle: Zeru sem’Zigor Warlord of the Zerui.

Spirit::spider-- armiarma

Occupation: Warrior

Place of Habitation: da' Ekain

Physical Description (five sentence minimum): Standing a mere five feet and eleven inches, Bikendi is not an imposing figure by any stretch of the imagination, but that suits him just fine. He moves with a fine and easy grace, whether it’s running through the forest after his prey, or just moving through the camp. His laugh is as easy as his movement and seems to bring a light to his dark bistre eyes. His hair is kept long, falling to mid back, and is well taken care of, if not often braided. His mother once told him he had a sweet face, something he wasn’t sure if he understood, but as he got older, it became clear. Unlike other warriors his face rarely looks feirce but always seems to have a softness to it. He is considered a handsome man despite this, and the fact that his body lacks some of the bulk of the other warriors seem to have.

Personality (eight sentence minimum): Bikendi is a quiet man for the most part and doesn’t often speak unless he has something to say, or is answering a direct quArimaon. For that reason he was often thought of as slow as a child, but that is far from the case. He’s always been more of a watcher, he likes to know what is going on around him, and will spend hours in the same spot watching the life of the camp go by. It is for this reason that if you ever want to know exactly what is going on in da’Ekain all you need to do is ask Bikendi. Not that he is the gossiping type, but being exceedingly loyal to his Warlord, and best friend, he likes to be informed so that Ekain knows what is going on in his tribe. When comfortable, he is quite the jokester, and keeps his close friends in stitches with his sardonic comments. He has always felt a bit out of place due to his birth, but wouldn’t change anything ever.

History (ten sentence minimum): Arima was a healer, amongst the then Zigori ,daughter of the current warlord, and sister of the heir she was destined by custom to become Zeru’s wife, but she did not love him. Oh she cared about him as her brother, and would have happily married him had it not been for ‘the incident’, as it was referred to.
She had been out picking grapes in the vineyard when a raiding party from the Eduri came thundering through the village. It was customary for the warriors to leave the women alone and concentrate on the other warriors and stock, but Arima’s quiet beauty seemed to call to Zuzen. Without a second thought, or even listening to the frightened woman’s pleas he scooped her up onto the back of his horse and stole her away.

When he finally stopped his horse and let her down, he was mortified to find out just who he had stolen away. Zuzen knew he needed to take her back, but to enter Zigori lands without more warriors was foolish, so he took her back to his camp. Along the way they spoke and enjoyed each others company. When they arrived they spoke to Edur, who agreed to send a crier to the border to negotiate Arima’s return… and return she did, but she could not forget the dark eyes of her captor turned friend, and often snuck out to a special place where they would meet.

The two fell in love, and when Arima became pregnant they decided to run away together. The conflict that the loss of Arima caused for the second time in one year was short but bloody, and in the end Arima was allowed to stay with the man she loved, though it meant that she would never see her family again. She bore Zuzen’s son in the summer, and all was well for awhile. She died of the coughing sickness, that even she could not heal, when Bikendi was eleven.

It was a terrible loss to both of the men who had loved her best, and Zuzen followed her two years later, only holding on until his son was a man grown. He probably would have been completely alone if it hadn’t been for his one real friend, Ekain. They were the same age, born in the same month, and they had always been together, neither could exactly tell you how, it just was the way it was.


Bikendi was devastated when after three days of fasting and praying the vision that was granted, during his quest, was that of a lowly spider. He endured the constant chuckling of the other warriors, many said it was because his heart wasn’t worthy of a true warrior’s spirit due to his mother’s birth, though they were careful not to do so in front of Ekain. Not that it mattered much, for he proved them wrong at every turn. A brave warrior, he never shirked from a fight and rose quickly into the ranks of the Warlords personal guard. When Edur was killed and Ekain took on the mantle of Warlord, Bikendi was at his side, exactly where he was supposed to be.

Plot potentail: Bikendi is the cheif warrior of the warlords personal guard, and the warlord's best friend. He will be intrigal in the war, as well as in maintaining the peace with the Zerui since he is related to Warlord Zeru through his mother.

SAMPLE RP (from any site, ten sentence minimum):
Her dark eyes met his quite startled at his bitter tone, it seemed as though he was no stranger to the grist mill that was the court. She didn’t know why, but it made her feel a bit better to be around him, as if he might understand her just that much more. She felt the urge to reach over and grasp his hand underneath the cloak, and before she could restrain it her hand moved and did just that.

Her breath hitched and her eyes flicked down to look at where their hands would be if they were visible and blushed but she didn’t pull back. It was simply a gesture of understanding she thought to herself, nothing more, and nothing less. And she tried to ignore the rapid beating of her heart that had accompanied the touch of hr skin against his. And she might have managed, but for his next words.

She shook her head and laughed. “No, it seems people get the wrong idea when you get caught dancing with gypsy’s at public functions.” Not to mention the ones who were more persistent got scared away by her brother. It was hard to speak to someone with him glowering at her all the time. Pemberton had been absolutely useless for her, as no man wanted to brave his ire after hearing about his fight with Mik.

Her hand tightened on his when he asked her to stay longer. Did he really mean that? Could it really be that easy to find someone willing to take her as she was? She had not tried flirting, which admittedly she was very bad at, she was far to honest for careless flirtation. Her emotions had always been written all over her face. And there was nothing she could do to hide them, and so it was with her shock. She blinked at him noticing ho close he was, and the golden flecks in his dark eyes seemed to capture her attention. Her breath hitched again, and she felt the flush creep over her skin, as her face and body became very warm, very quickly.


She knew that Lucy and Anne would tell her that now was the time to be coy, and say something leading like ‘I could perhaps be persuaded to, milord.’ In the syrupy voice the two seemed to have perfected, but the thought only sickened Aoife slightly. Her mother had once told her to begin as she intended to go on, and she would not be anything other then herself, as she couldn’t ever see the point in trying to be someone else.


“I would like that Kit.” She said softly her eyes still held captive by his, until he spoke again and she laughed. “Well when you put it that way, it makes me wish I could participate as well. I have always loved to fence, but alas women are not allowed.” She smiled shyly at him. “You seem to have no trouble making me laugh as it is, but I would cheer you on should you enter.”

What's the name of the Creator God the Ekaini worship?: :P If I don’t know by now then please shoot me.

Going to go ahead and say this is good. Add Plot Potential, and make sure to explain the family dynamic with Zeru in the canon characters page so people don't get confused. o_0

I accept me. (Plot potential added)