Character Name: Endika sem'Edur

Canon/Original: Canon

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Family: Warlord Ekain sem'Edur (brother, deceased), Nekane alab'Edur, Son of Edur (father, deceased) and Argi (mother, deceased). Siblings Nekane (sister) and Ederne (sister, 19)

Spirit:: jainko'ibai (River)
Occupation: Warlord

Place of Habitation: Ekaini/Endikai central camp

Physical Description (five sentence minimum):

Endika looks very much like many young men at or around age seventeen-he is slim, wiry, and lanky. The new Warlord is attractive but not particularly masculine in appearence, considering that he's still too young to have fully developed an adult frame. He also has height working against him. He's not exactly a shrimp at 5'7", but he's certainly nowhere near as impressive as his elder brother or Warlord Zeru. Still, what he lacks in height is made up in speed. Even for a young man Endika is quite agile, and he uses those talents to the greatest advantage he can. His hair is worn long and is almost always pulled out of his face to let him ride or wrestle at a moment's notice.

Personality (eight sentence minimum):

Unlike steady Ekain, Endika has a bit of the wind in him. He has never envied his brother's position in the tribe, and has in fact admired the way Ekain managed to carry the heaviest burden of leadership to fall on the Warlord since the tribe's beginning. While Endika is capable enough in battle, he much prefers to play games of skill with his fellow warriors or even the local children and would rather not be bothered with matters of survival. Still, this tendency towards lightheartedness absolutely does not render Endika useless as a Warlord. He is intelligent, and daring-sometimes to the point of recklessness-, and is an absolute spitfire. The new Warlord is hypersensitive to any injustice or condescencion and so is quite easily angered. Usually he falls out of anger as quickly as he came into it, but in situations where he feels the offender is not correctly repentant his grudge will never die. Most often the unforgivable slight landed against those who questioned Ekain's leadership, although now that that is no longer possible it will be interesting to see what new triggers to his temper will develop. He takes criticism towards himself quite lightly because he understands that he has yet to prove himself (and is more inclined to argue with physical proof than bandied words anyway), but some of his revenge schemes have been so clever that no one wishes to cross him. Despite his muleheaded tendencies, or perhaps because of them, he has a good head for battle and is able to reach decisions easily. In imitation of Ekain, the young man is now more inclined to listen to other people than he has been in the past. In all truth, however, he is not easily swayed once he has a stance and is quite insecure about ever backing down once he has declared himself. Endika is not at all eager for the responsibility of his new position, but has determined to do the best job of it he can manage. He is deeply superstitious and tends to be quite unrealistic in his views of himself, but he takes guidance where he can find it and prays daily that he might put on a flawless performance as strong Ekain, until the day comes when he can become his act.

History (ten sentence minimum):

Frankly, most of Endika's history centers around Ekain. His first (or at least most lasting) memory of his elder brother involved being tossed into the river by other children, panicking, and then his imminent rescue at Ekain's hands. He has been afraid of water ever since and, ironically, afraid of his Spirit-but that is a secret not even Ekain was privy to. At any rate his brother's sense of honor and fairness won permanent love in Endika's heart, and almost certainly the little brother drove the elder crazy with his endless imitation.

Endika has had only one lover, not from a lack of desire as much as a wish to be worthy of the happiness the former Warlord found in his wives and children and a lingering bitterness that the girl left him of her own will. Even now, he is doubly self-concious around women and alltogether glad that his brother got the burden of marrying his sister. The young warrior is mature enough to know that he's not mature enough for a family of his own just yet, and at any rate he is a harsh judge-falling hardest on himself. Everyone and everything is measured against Ekain, and everyone and everything is found wanting.

He does have some self-identity, however, and most of that derives from his skill with horses and the bow. There are a few things that he has been told he does better than his brother (admittedly a very few), and Endika has often been conflicted as to whether he should ignore those talents in favor of getting better at the ones Ekain commanded. Truly, the Warlord's death came at either the best of times or the worst of times. Should Endika discover himself, this change of scene will give rise to a leader strong enough for all the Baskar. Should he not.....they might as well all become Zerui.

Plot Potential: He's the warlord. Messes with wives, war, killing people, self-identity crises...the list goes on.

SAMPLE RP (with this character only):
Black eyes narrowed, and Endika tensed as he fixed his stare on the waiting target. This was it. All of his effort and reputation depended on this. Grimly he allowed a brief glance over to the competetor closest to him, and was met by eyes equally hard and dark. The warrior snorted and put his gaze back to the front, just in time to see the officiator bring down a slim, bronze arm. "GO!"

He sprang away from the starting line with a whoop and was off, ignoring the protesting shouts of the children behind him. Endika paused only a moment to sling one lame little boy over his shoulder and then he was off again, his legs churning the dust beneath him. The boy on his shoulders laughed and nudged him as he would a horse, and the Warlord's son grinned up into a face that was finally, finally happy.

The two came in first easily, with another lad of thirteen a close second. Endika whooped again and tossed the boy down into his arms, his eyes sparkling. "By the wind, you're quite a rider! Remind me to give you a horse sometime."

The other boy sniffed. "He can't ride. Look at his leg."

Endika scowled and patted his little friend on the head. "Excuse me, he rode me just fine. If you ever try it yourself you'll know that I'm prone to buck." His announcement was punctuated by a swarm of even younger children clinging to arms and legs and attempting to climb up to his shoulders, and true to promise he shook most off and kept one on his back for a truly wild ride. The little girl squealed as the 'horsie' whinnied and pranced, and clung around his neck for dear life until he laughed and stopped and swung her back to the earth. "This one rides well too."
What's the name of the Creator God the Ekaini worship?: ((well, yeah!))

I think you know the drill by now. Lovely character. I can't wait to see him in action. Accepted! Have fun. :)