Character Name: Zeru sem'Zigor

Canon/Original: Canon

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Family:
Zigor sem'Domeka -- father, deceased
Gozo alab'Domeka -- mother, deceased
Arima alab'Zigor -- sister, deceased
Peio sem'Zigor -- brother, 31
Amaya alab'Zigor -- 30
(more wives for Zeru pending)

Children:
Xanti sem'Zeru
Iñaki sem'Zeru
Esti alab'Zeru

Spirit:: N/A

Occupation: Warlord

Place of Habitation: da'Zeru

Physical Description:
The word 'handsome' was never befitting for Zeru sem'Zigor. An awkward child grew into a confident man, leaving the gawkiness of boyhood behind but retaining the bumps and bruises. Between the lines of worry, etched deep into Zeru's face by the sun, is a hooked and twice-broken nose and thin, serious lips. His dark eyes hearken to a rich amber in bright sunlight, the time of day he likes best, as witnessed by the deep tan hue of his skin.

Although Zeru is not overly tall for a Baskari man, his status and confidence give him a poise which makes him seem larger than he really is. He is well-muscled for his age, still lean and fit, though some of his hair has started to go gray. He may not be especially quick, but his hunting skills are undeniable and as a warrior, he has been bested by few men. Still, age is beginning to take its toll on Zeru. It isn't often one can call a Warlord 'average', but here, it seems to fit.

Personality:
Zeru knows the joys of being born to privilege. While one would hardly call a warlord 'spoiled' to his face, Zeru has become used to getting what he wants and is now struggling through the time of relative peace. Constant calls from his tribe and others have worn hard on him, and for the sake of appearing strong, he does little to ease his mind. Instead, he will sometimes descend into a dark mood, one in which he will lash out at his wives and children verbally, and in the rare occasion, physically. His favorite wife is unknown, though he does favor Amaya because they grew up together, however it isn't certain that she returns the feelings he has for her.

Despite his dark moods, Zeru is a man that loves his people, perhaps too much. He is reluctant to risk a warrior, but not his reputation, as it is well known that Zeru cannot resist the allure of a pretty woman, which is possibly what led to his taking numerous wives. The horses are Zeru's livelihood, rather than his children; in fact, Zeru is more inclined to think of all his children as failures than as blessings. In his opinion, the security of the tribe is guaranteed only if he lives to pass the position to his grandchildren, but the stress of the times is wearing on him. Age has begun to take Zeru's confidence away, bit by bit, and it has become apparent to others. Furthermore, his mind has begun to slowly waste away due to an excessive use of the datura plant -- it has become an addiction, one which he has been able to keep away from the eyes of his tribe thus far. Whether or not Zeru still has the life left in him to keep them from pushing him around is undecided.

History:
Born the eldest son of his father, Warlord Zigor sem'Domeka, and his sister Gozo, Zeru was not only considered fit to be the next warlord because he was the firstborn, but also because he was produced from the sacred union of Domeka's children. A warlord always married his eldest sister, in Baskar tradition, and so Zeru was provided with a wife when he was three years old, a sister named Arima. She was bright and beautiful, and thrived among her siblings -- Peio came next, a brother, and then lastly Amaya, a second sister.

The four grew up together, in harmony, although it was increasingly clear as Zeru's coming-of-age grew nearer that Arima was ill at ease with the thought of marriage. True, the wait would be another three years, but the threat was close. One sibling after another came of age -- some reluctantly -- and Zigor remained Warlord. It was only after Zeru turned 17 that his father began to show signs of failing health, and during this time, unbeknownst to them, Arima had fallen in love with an Ekaini. When Zigor died, and Zeru became Warlord, she fled, leaving her people and her brother behind. With no other choice, Zeru and Amaya were wed, a break in tradition that kept the bloodline strong.

His first child was born when he was 18, Xanti, a son to secure the bloodline, and blessed as he had been with the pure blood of his parents. The next, another boy named Iñaki, came at 20, from his fourth wife, Arantxa alab'Garaile. And the third came two years later, Amaya's second child, and a girl to provide a wife for Xanti. She was named Esti, meaning sweet as honey, in hopes that she would make a good daughter and wife. Arantxa died in childbed one year later, with what would have been a second daughter had the baby lived.

Now the children are grown and causing Zeru more trouble than he would like. His children seem unreachable -- Iñaki deemed a failure by the tribe, Xanti with his strange habits, and Esti, constantly following Iñaki around puppy-eyed as though she were still five years old. Not to mention he has to fend off the interlopers and find a suitable sacrifice for the midsummer worship, which is fast approaching. Tenuous relations with the Ekaini have made it impossible to use one of their warriors as a sacrifice -- so finding a suitable one will be a task.

Plot Potential: Whatever the admins have to throw at me, lol! So far there's the Esti/Inaki relationship, the possibility of the eldest son not being the one to take over, the stigma of Arima having left him and her tribe for an Ekaini, the sacrifice that's upcoming, and et c.

SAMPLE RP (with this character only):
It was a rare moment indeed when a warlord was able to spend time alone.

Zeru had spent the night with his third wife; as was customary, all of them had cooked a meal, and he had stayed with the woman who had the best food. It was every man's dream, he was sure, but that night Zeru had been too taxed to do anything but fall asleep, holding his wife in his arms. It was only lucky that she was a deep sleeper.

He had crept out of camp as quietly as possible, letting all who approached him know that he was not available at the moment, and slipped into the field where the horses grazed with relative ease. He wasn't surprised to see a dark shape sleeping in the grass, though he didn't stop to see who had spent the night in the field -- probably one of his warriors. Perhaps Joanes, whose wife was carrying their second child and was probably in low spirits. It had been Zeru's experience, at least, that his wives had wanted nothing to do with him when they'd been with child. Most of all Amaya.

Several of the horses turned and nickered a hello at his approach, the touch of a familiar hand soothing on their dew-dropped backs. It was a quiet morning, one in which Zeru could escape from camp for just a moment and watch the sun rise over the hilltops of da'Eguzki. But the sun was just another reminder of the upcoming sacrifice and struggle, and Zeru turned his face from Eguzki's with a sigh.

There would be no peace for him.

What's the name of the Creator God the Ekaini worship?: ((yes))

Remarkable job. Accepted.