Character Name: Xanti sem'Zeru
Canon/Original: Canon
Gender: Male.
Age: Eighteen.
Family:
Zeru sem'Zigor - 36 - father
Amaya alab'Zigor - 31 - Mother
Iņaki sem'Zeru - 16 - Brother
Esti alab'Zeru - 14 - sister
[Blaits more siblings and step-mothers to come]
Spirit:: None.
Occupation: Warrior
Place of Habitation: da'Zeru
Physical Description: The perfect son became Xanti as he grew, his body lengthened and sported muscles, just as his mother and fathers blood-lines ensured. A truly fine specimen of the Baskar race he carries the genes supposedly needed to make him the fine chief he is one day destine to be. A good towering height Xanti stands at a respected six foot with square shoulders and a prideful elegance to his gait. A back as straight as a plank and a body more sturdy than an adult oak itself, the muscles of his body ripple like the waves of a river under his olive skin. The sinew in his frame is chiseled and defined so as one would think the gods themselves crafted him from stone. One long scar runs from the bottom of one peck to the very top of his thigh, an unfortunate mishap that happened when he was a boy. Xanti's hands are large and callused from his constant practicing the warrior art. Now, most likely because of his blood-lines he too, like his brother Inaki, is good-looking.
A sleek jaw-line accompanies high firm cheek-bones and a long nose with a tell-tale ridge in it because of a long-ago break. Large deep-set eyes of mahogany and thin rose-bud lips add to his inherited tantalizing aura. Now despite most, if not all other Baskar, Xanti sports his naturally long dark brown hair in a short Mohawk, with both sides of his head shaven leaving but a long line of hair down the middle.
Personality: One might be expecting the typical spoilt first son of a rich influential man, however he is in many ways apart from this critique as he is in it. To start of Xanti is homosexual, or so he thinks, there have only been one or two women he finds arousing and even then one was of the Ekaini. And so growing up was not only difficult but uncomfortable, especially knowing that in his fathers land of the da'Zerui those like him, if they told anyone, or where found out, would most likely be executed. Having to fill the shoes of his father would be hard, even though Xanti was raised to be the best he could be. Pressure was thrown unto him from an early age, and if his father could do it, then surely so could he? But now-a-days our lad feels he could never lead his fathers people, especially if he would be without heir and never bed his wives.
Despite his sexual insecurities Xanti is a strong-willed young man, snarling opposition right in the face and literally striving to be the best at what he is good at. Hand-to-hand combat is one of his major strengths, striking like a viper and recoiling like a scorned adder, his abilities in this field are adept and he is clearly one of the best within the Zerui. Archery is another one of his finely honed skills, something he has tried fervently to teach his brother in one of his more friendlier moods. An eye like an eagle some say, however atop a moving horse he is only second best to Inaki. Sword play is one thing he can venture to say he is skilled at also, however only with two short swords rather than one. Thanks to his wrestling abilities it aids him in battle with blades, finding it moderately harder with a leather-skinned shield weighing down his arm.
Xanti is a cunning man, sly and dry-witted he doesn't let anyone onto the plans he has and can keep even the most introvert of his thoughts from the shamans. Intelligence gives him an eye for lier's and a stern look soon puts wrong-doers in their places. Perhaps all this is gained from his wise father, for he too serene, however more of a peoples man he has to admit than the Warlord. Also like Zeru he is opinionated and stubborn, firmly believing he knows whats best despite others grudges.
History: Born as the first child and first son of the Warlord, well what higher rank could there be but the one he received thanks to his parents. Right from the start he was praised and brought up to be the best the Zerui could possibly birth, even though born into a war riddled land. Xanti had not only Amaya as a mother but all the women of his fathers people, finally with this boy their land was once again secure because they had an heir. After two years of he being the only child of Zeru Xanti was given a younger brother, Inaki who right from the start he was inquisitive about. However it seemed as they grew they grew apart, however even now Xanti can still mildly remember the days when the young brothers would play as true siblings.
However with Inaki's mother died Xanti felt little loss, after all he hardly knew her, especially at five years old, he didn't really know how to think. But as he grew he began to think strangely of her death, if it was not for his father impregnating her then she would not of died. Leaving his young brother to withdrawn within himself and instead of blooming, he would crawl aside. It was harsh for him to blame his father for the loss of brotherly compassion between himself and Inaki, but he did it, to make it easier on himself.
At nine years old after a scolding from his father, one of the rare moments they were together, Xanti ran into the woods moderately close to their camp. He had done nothing but fall from his horse, imperfection it seemed was something he was not allowed to fall prey to. With bruised ribs and a painfully sprained wrist our young lad had sprinted as fast as he could go, blinded with rage he soon wound up in a part of the forest he new little of. Panting and uncharacteristically scared Xanti had stumbled on, eager to find his way home. Vowing never to willingly ride a horse again the child had blundered on wards into the encampment of roughly three half-blood women. Feeling nervously for his dagger he had approached with caution.
Hours later he had arrived back with his people, blood soaking his animal skin trousers and all pain seeping from his mind. For days the shaman worked their miracles on him, from what they could get from Xanti he had attemptedly been raped by those women. Mere hours passed before warriors were sent out searching for the trespassers, Xanti lay with a large gash down his front. The same gash which now is a scar running from peck to thigh, he himself had been privileged enough to kill the woman who had given it to him.
As he has grown Xanti has crossed many hurdles and drifted further and further away from desiring women, for the first few years of his teenage life however he denied having feelings for other boys and men. Many wonder why at eighteen he still has no wife, some think maybe because he dislikes the idea of having his sister as his lover. Others go as far to say that he's merely waiting for his father to die before taking women. Although physically and mentally pleasing for the ladies of the Zerui many find him passing a blind eye over their offers to him and their flirtatious manners.
For him, Xanti grows, he has now been a man for three years, he has no wife and no heir, and often he dreams of things he will never be allowed to have.
Plot Potentials: Xanti is a Warlords son, destine from his birth to lead a great and prosperous tribe. However how can he when he has no wife and no heir, already by eighteen his father already had everything Xanti lacks. He's a homosexual young man who's more than a little lost, he's about as close to his siblings as he is to his father. Plenty of plot potential, from the Ekaini and Thiasians.
SAMPLE RP from Corus as Oet: Tonight was every assassin's perfect night for a kill, the heavens had let loose well into the day, crystalline droplets of rain fell in thick heavy sheets. As the darkness began to set in it seemed as though the Gods had laid down a blanket of shadow, to cover the killers as they went about they're deeds. Some said what they did was ghastly and hideous, and yet it was the very people who said such things who paid the assassin's they're wages. Word soon got round who were good and who weren't, Oet was a renowned man, among the rogues and others alike. Through what he did he had become wealthy, his ties allowing him to have a bank account rivaling the King's security wise. Oet had been raised in a world of pain and torture, and yet here he was in Tortall, killing as his occupation. One would of thought he would have recoiled away from that deadly path, clearly however Oet stayed closer to home. He was indeed a highly respected man, people knew who he was, people feared him. Almost as much as the King of Rogues himself it was said. He was like a warlord among the courts, very close in stature to the King, yet not so, the ruler respected him as a sort of equal.
The shadows had long engulfed him, shrouding his already black clothed body in a darker cloak, this one more natural than the heavy one draped over his shoulders. He had been situated here in the cold for a good while, the rain never ceasing its onslaught. The alleyway between a large tailor's shop and its neighboring house giving mild shelter to the sodden Oet. Our young man had been given specific instructions and why he was to end the man's life he sought out. The fellow who had hired Oet had given him a hefty price, apparently the man who would die tonight had raped a young girl. Said girl being the daughter of the man who had hired Oet. Our assassin had the impression the hirer was an influential man, his daughter his everything since his wife had died.
Suddenly a stirring in the night took hold of Oet's attention, tearing him from his thoughtful revere. An almost silent rumbling along the cobblestones made him think it was a horse drawn carriage, the sounds almost drowned out by the steady onslaught of rain. Lights suddenly burned brightly in the house which belonged to Oet's victim, as the carriage drew nearer, if one were to look where Oet had been only moments before, they would see nothing. He had silently made his move through the shadows, swiftly and carefully, the house looming ever closer. Within minutes he was in the back garden, eying his entrance critically. Hours previous to his prey's arrival Oet had tied up the maids and servants, bound the wife and ironic considering the man's offenses, his daughters. The house would be eary and silent, despite one lone boy who had been swayed with money to give away nothing. As Oet slipped in through the back way he strained his hearing for any sounds.
Oet had been told specifically to tell the man's family of what he had done, and apparently this time just gone had not been the first he had taken an unwilling girl to bed. Only previous to now, he had taken not only they're virginity but they're lives. It was this type of man Oet could spit on, murderers where basically men like him without the money and with purpose. Rapists however were different and more animal, this time round Oet would have a solid reason for his kill. He had struck for less reason and more money. People were petty things, so closely observed by men like Oet, so unawares.
Oet heard the door open and close, with cat like stealth he made his way up stairs and into various rooms, heard the frantic calls of the man to his wife. Sneering viciously Oet rounded on his victim, stalking him from behind like an animal in the wilderness. A dagger found its way into his palm, a sinister voice swept out through his almost bloodless lips. "Mr Owens, you've been a despicable man. Tonight you shall repay your debts. Do you know a young girl by the name of Taim? Or Jenna? Marinacel or Liza? You probably never asked them they're names did you? Little Gasilia told me personally what you did to her." He had watched the man stiffen as the first words had left his gullet, by now the distance between them had closed. Oet was so close he could smell the unpleasant odor of sweat lingering about him, snarling he grabbed the man by his hair and twisted his head back, his throat vulnerable and willing. "You didn't think such acts would go un-noticed did you Mr Owens? Your wife knows, your daughters know."
An hour passed, Oet stood without his cowel or bottom-face mask, both draped over his heavy cloak now drying in front of a fire. The lifeless body of his victim sat bloodied and tied in a chair, he had done exactly what he had been told to do. Any minute now the Dogs would come, he needed word to reach his hirer of his deed. A little chase alway invigorated Oet anyway, if anything he enjoyed them. Re-tying his mask and slipping the cowel over his white blond hair he turned to survey the scene. Mr Owens had died cruelly, without a penis by the end and Oet's trademark mouth slashes, not unlike his own. He felt nothing right now, he had learned to detach himself from his work, however a niggling feeling began to creep into his mind. His 'king' had given him this job, so naturally he would have to pass on some money. Apparently his hirer had asked for the best, or something along those lines.
Now fully concealed in his clothing Oet gazed about the scene with his one-eye perspective, he could here the Dogs shouting outside, they're boots stamping on the ground. Even the rain couldn't block out their commands and shouts, as stealthily as he had arrived he fled, too tired and wet to fight. Oet crept out the backstairs and into the garden, vaulting over the medium-sized fence with already a Dog at his tail. Moments had the dog lost, eager only to keep on the tail of the assailant who knew most of Tortall like it were his own. Eager to get somewhere warm for the night Oet led the tiring Dog in a merry-go-round of places. Going fast enough not to be caught, and just slow enough to be seen, he knew that the dog was probably beginning to realize Oet was being patronizing. A malicious smile caught the corners of our assassin's mouth, twisting it into a smirk as finally he disappeared from his followers gaze, leaving the Dog in a confused state of anger.
What's the name of the Creator God the Ekaini worship?: ((got it right))
-I like this character a lot--you opened up some great plot options. That said, mark them down in an offical Plot Potential and I'll set up a canon position as your lover, if you like.
-I like your style, but you might want to work on being a little clearer and more concise. That's more a suggestion than anything else. Also, spell-check when you can.
Lia?
I adore Xanti, this is an awesome application. Add the plot potential, and you are good to go,
Suuure thing, and i'll be sure to spell check it through. Just i don't have word on my laptop for some reason only known unto itself XP I have some crappy wordpad or something o.O
Also, i'd really like it if you did add Xanti's lover as a canon ^^
Anyways. -Heads off to add plot thingie-