


BEARER of the SURYAKSHA
A truth too sacred to write in books or stone.The old monks say a man will rise from the desert,
bound by no blade, anointed in oil,
whose breath will stir the sands and the silence alike.They say the Manusya will remember him -
not as a god, but as their mirror.They say his steps will echo in places the divine has fallen deaf,
and when he bows to the searing sun, it will bow in return.A song of faith, of fervency, and fire.
The temple that carried it is lost to the sands of time,
Yet the stone in his hand pulses with each breath.And the land, long silent, begins to remember.
Second son of the Searing Sun



People search for gods in flame and thunder. I see them in footprints, fruit stalls, and the hush before dawn. If you breathe slow enough, you’ll hear it too - divinity isn’t hidden. People are just too loud to stop and listen.

| author | |
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| You can call me | Zin/Zindelo |
| age | 31 |
| pronouns | he/him |
| timezone | UK/BST (EST+5) |
| seeking | |
|---|---|
| lore-compliance | Mid-High, 'Filling in Gaps' rather than breaking lore |
| roleplay themes | Adventuring, friendships, Romance (In time?), Rivalry |
| Preferred Style | In-game preferred, discord as a last resort |
| post length | 2 to 4 sentences usually. |
Where does Zindelo fit in?
I often 'fill in the blanks' when it comes to Zindelo's lore. I avoid contradicting established lore wherever possible, and prefer to focus on areas of the lore/world-building that Square Enix have only touched on somewhat. Zindelo's culture and faith are a blend of my own Romani culture and the traditional Hinduism inspirations present in Thavnair. I like to roleplay with people of a similar train of thought - invent what you like, but endeavour to explain it within the existing setting.
what shall we craft together?
I'm quite open-minded when it comes to roleplay. I'm into long-term, lasting relationships or consequences. Mature or dark themes are fine within reason & sensibility - I don't particularly enjoy gore or extreme violence etc. without good cause. Any 'loss of control' scenarios eg mind control magic or anything of the sort is a no-go for me.
Not for the faint of heart.
I am open to the idea of roleplay romance when it comes to Zindelo, but it's not something I go into lightly or quickly. OOC discussions and understanding are vital - I am not looking to blur any lines. As such, I generally only consider romance with long-term friends or roleplay partners. I'm open to discussion, but if I don't know you well it's a 'see how it plays out' deal.
here lies a slag.
If you already follow me on BSky you'll no doubt know that I do post NSFW content fairly regularly. Most of this stuff is fun, light-hearted and OOC. However, if you're someone who's particularly averse to adult content that's something for you to keep in mind, as I don't really tend to censor myself.
when & where am I?
• I'm based on Balmung (Crystal) and I'm UK-based (GMT/EST+5). I'm around most evenings and throughout the weekends, but due to work etc. I'm not often online extremely late Monday-Thursday. Keep that in mind as scheduling RP might be quite difficult if our schedules don't ever sync up.
Call me, beep me.
You can find me at:• BlueSky: Click here
• Discord: zindeloffxivMy public Mare Syncshell for (mostly) the Crystal gays:
• Syncshell ID: Zindelo
• Password: fennixfire
⸻ A name chosen, and lived.
name Zindelo Suryavah (formerly Zindelo of the Fennix)
alias Sun-bearer
age 31 summers
pronouns he/him (But answers to anything)
Race Highlander Hyur.
birthdate Twelfth sun of the fourth umbral moon
sexuality Homoflexible (He'll flirt with anything)
origin The Thavnairian wilds
location His temple in Thanalan, his found family in la noscea and work all over the world.
job(s) Manasra (See job section)
Personality zindelo speaks softly, but with intention - each word chosen like a step across sacred ground. he tends to take things literally, sometimes to the point of bafflement, and has been known to ask very serious questions about jokes. his calm nature and thoughtful pauses often get mistaken for wisdom. he does not rush to correct it.he's warm, strange, and stubborn in the kindest way. curious about everything, reverent without being rigid, and entirely sincere. he'll bow before fruit, meditate beside puddles, and ask if your metaphor is meant to be shared. eccentric? certainly. devout? deeply. difficult to forget? absolutely.
AETHERIC OVERFLOW
Zindelo’s aether replenishes continuously, shedding itself in slow, spiralling threads that drift from him like heat unwinding from stone. To those with aethersight, these currents appear faintly golden and loosely patterned, never flaring, never fully dispersing - a constant outward fall rather than a contained reserve.When that excess is not worked off through movement, prayer, or exertion, it accumulates. The threads thicken, the pressure beneath the skin grows uncomfortable, and the aether presses outward until it is spent. This is not instability, but surplus, managed through release rather than restraint.
height 6 fulms, 8 ilms
Body type Muscular yet thick & curvy
eyes Amber, golden in the right light
hair Chestnut brown
tattoos A permanent thavnairian henna
languages Common eorzean, old thavnairian
Appearance zindelo moves with an unbothered, natural grace - like someone who trusts the ground to meet him every time. his body is a balance of discipline and delight, forged equally by devotional practice and his belief that indulgence is also divine. the result is a frame both muscular and soft - strong, thick, and curvy.his skin is usually warm with sunlight and slick with golden oil, glinting as he moves. loose layers wrap around him - breathable, flowing, and chosen more for comfort than coordination, though somehow it all works. his jewellery shifts with the day's purpose, and his expression often hovers between amused and entirely lost in thought.
| timeline | events |
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| Childhood | Zindelo is born to Zafarha, the matriarch of the fennix clan who worship the deity known as the golden flame. His father dies shortly after, burned alive for questioning his faith. |
| The Searing | After twenty summers being groomed to become the mortal vessel for the golden flame, Zindelo glimpses into a future filled with ruin and fire. He rejects the flame and has to fight his way out of his clan, slaying his own people for his freedom. |
| Radz-at-han | Zindelo wanders for some time, eventually finding himself doing odd jobs for the Rohan family in Radz-at-Han. He lives with them for a time and they help him get back on his feet, becoming his surrogate family. He also trains as a devout of the manusya, joining a mostly-forgotten temple in the jungle as a monk. |
| The Crystal Oath | deciding he needed to grow more powerful to one day return and defeat the golden flame, ZIndelo joins the Crystal Oath, a free company. he makes some lifelong friends and learns much about himself. Eventually, he leaves to forge his own path and find what gives him purpose. |
| The Silent Grove | Recruited by Clover with the promise of doing something worthwhile, zindelo joins the silent grove. Over time, he comes to earn his place as one of its senior members, and works towards their goal of liberating the oppressed and breaking the thrones of tyrants. He hopes that one day, they may return to the wilds of Thavnair and free his people from their own deluded cult. |
| The Dawnwell | Finally coming to believe he may live a life beyond the immediate, Zindelo works to establish his own, small temple in Thanalan, The Dawnwell. There, he aims to form his own sort of brotherhood. Never leaving thavnair far from his thoughts, he gives all that is donated to the people of palaka's stand. |
Zindelo did not grow up with gentle gods.His youth belonged to the cult of the Golden Flame, a devotion that demanded obedience, silence, and eventually his body itself. He was shaped to be a vessel rather than a man, taught that his thoughts were dangerous and his flesh was a debt. At twenty summers, when the Flame finally reached for him in full, he refused to be consumed. The searing, the fight, the escape - none of it left him unburned. Prayer tasted like smoke for years afterward.For a long time, faith was something he circled like a wound he was not ready to touch.He found his way back in a remote monastery, far from the reach of the fire that tried to claim him. He spent a decade there, training his body and rebuilding his inner world. The monks did not speak of the Golden Flame. They spoke instead of the Manusya, ancestors who had once walked the world as men and rose to godhood through the force of their lives: flawed, brilliant, capable of tenderness and terrible mistakes. Warriors and healers, wanderers and lovers, human first and divine after. Through them, he learned that divinity did not need to be feared. It could be lived toward.He does not kneel to the Manusya expecting perfection or punishment. He regards them as elder kin, sometimes stern, sometimes silent, always honest in ways the Flame never was. They do not erase his past. They remind him that he is not finished.His devotion lives quietly in the way he treats his own body as a vessel rather than an offering. Sometimes that means rubbing oil into tired muscles after training. Sometimes it is a bowed head before a simple meal, or a steadying breath when anger threatens to sharpen into cruelty. He refuses to turn another man’s pain into spectacle, and he never treats vulnerability as a debt. A man owes him nothing for being honest. These are prayers too, whether he names them or not.It lives in how he tends to others, too: their bodies treated as holy ground, their dignity guarded. In the brotherhood he forges, whether in quiet conversation or shared water and steam, he believes a man rediscovers the divine by seeing it reflected in another.The Manusya speak through him in small ways: a choice that feels guided, a moment of laughter before the dust can settle, a sense that he does not walk entirely alone. There are days when the Golden Flame still flickers at the edge of memory. On those days, faith is not certainty. It is returning, again and again, to something kinder than the fire that tried to take everything from him.Divinity, to Zindelo, is not a distant sky.
It is a path a man may walk, scarred and singed, but alive.

his training is rooted in repetition, devotion, and choice - not rigidity. he strikes without hesitation, stands without fear, and bows with intention. his body is both weapon and vessel, shaped by spiritual practice and softened again by indulgence - for he believes pleasure is no less sacred than pain. every motion holds memory - not of perfection, but of purpose.
| rituals |
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| pressing palms to stone before speech. meditating beside still water. sharing food with friends. standing still in rainstorms. walking barefoot. confiding in statues. |
| teachings |
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| truth needs no temple. joy is sacred. the body speaks when the mouth cannot. indulgence is not sin. the manusya walk beside you always. soft does not mean weak. divinity lives within you. |
the suryaksha
the soulstone of the manasra is known as the suryaksha - the sun-bound eye. golden and faceted, etched with mandalas, it refracts light as if remembering every hand that once held it. it carries no royal blessing, no academic recognition - only the memory of those who walked the path before him. it was not given by men, but revealed through devotion. the manusya remember - and that is enough.
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grounded and radiant presence
devout without being dogmatic
strikes with joy, not anger
honors the sacred in the mundane
calm in conflict, warm in peace
carries reverence like breath
zindelo walks in joy, not because life is easy, but because he has chosen reverence over resentment. his presence steadies the air around him. there is power in how he listens, and in how he moves without wasting a step. every breath he takes is an act of alignment.
takes metaphors too literally
slow to adapt to rigid systems
often underestimated
struggles with worldly goals
trusts passion too easily
struggles to blend in
he is earnest in a world that often isn't. joy makes him look simple, and silence makes him look lost - but he is neither. still, he struggles to translate what he knows in spirit into the language of systems, and not every room has room for him.
pushes through pain
underestimates how intense he is
forgets not all joy is shared equally
expects others to move at his rhythm
holds others to silent standards
struggles to read the room
discipline makes him steady - but also stubborn. he forgets that not everyone walks with purpose, or sees the sacred in the same small things. he doesn’t always explain himself, and expects the world to catch up. he rarely notices when he’s overwhelmed until it’s too late.
sun-bearing step – the opening stance, made in reverence before motion
the third rise – a step sequence drawn from his temple’s eclipse rites
anointment’s answer – a defensive palm strike used when no words will do
the remembered weight – a low, grounded blow that honours those who came before
folded horizon – a crouched transition between yielding and stillness
river of release – a spiral evasion, taught as a lesson in letting go
calling the unseen – a sweeping arc meant to draw attention and shift rhythm
rise of the bearer – an upward strike made at the crest of breath and focus
sevenfold offering – a form executed in silence, mirroring prayer movements



suryaksha - the sun-bound eyea golden soulstone etched with mandalas, gifted to him through devotion rather than inheritance. it glows warm in his palm and thrums faintly when he speaks the names of the manusya. it is not his power, but his promise to keep walking the path.
woven cords of devotionsimple cords, hand-dyed with pigment and ash, tied each morning with ritual breath. each knot marks a vow - to act without cruelty, to move with intent, to never forget the body is sacred. they fray often, but he never replaces them - only repairs.
temple oilssandalwood oil, pressed from sacred bark and stirred in silence with dried herbs. the scent clings to his skin - warm, resinous, and unmistakably his. he applies it before battle, before prayer, and sometimes just to feel closer to the divine.
⸻ The Bloody Hound

A dear friend and rowdy Thavnairian. Zindelo's 'brother' in service to the dawnwell, and sometimes something more intimate. Zindelo's divine mirror in his connection to a mrga.
⸻ Kugane's watcher

A quiet, stoic Doman who serves the Dawnwell with Zindelo. He seldom speaks, but when he does, the room holds its breath for him. Zindelo discreetly admires him across hallowed temple halls.
⸻ The man beneath the mask

A masked man who remembers nothing of his past. Zindelo's first recruit into the Silent Grove, and a firm friend. He carries not the weight of a troubled past, and Zindelo wishes to guide him to the truth he chooses.
⸻ Ad-venture Capitalist

A rebellious, charismatic thief and treasure hunter with a sharp blades and a sharper tongue. Zindelo's business partner and landlord of the Dawnwell, and an agent of the Silent Grove. His motivations are purely financial, though deep down a heart may in fact exist.
⸻ Clandestine Curator

A seemingly innocent artist and conservator, She recruited Zindelo into the ranks of the Silent Grove, where she heads up a cell as one of its two watchers. Witty, inquisitive, and one of his most trusted confidants. Nosy to the end.
⸻ Block head

one of the Grove's two watchers. A favoured companion for sparring, drinking and most of all: eating. banter and comedic jabs between the two do well to disguise a deep trust and loyalty each hold for their brother in duty.
⸻ The font of knowledge

a frequent source of information and guidance for Zindelo as he navigates a world he's unfamiliar with. Where he is unfamiliar with the far reaches of the world, she knows much of the lands and the peoples within. If she asks for something, he'll make it happen and he always has her back when they're out in the field together.
⸻ The simmering scholar

a formidable ally Zindelo admires for both his inquisitive mind and his brutal honesty. not sure if Yorick likes him, but that's just because it's hard to tell if Yorick likes anything. Regardless, he knows that they cover each other's weaknesses when it comes to combat and Yorick manages to make him laugh, mostly unintentionally - which qualifies for friendship in Zindelo's eyes.
⸻ The gun-toting doctor

One of the Grove's healers, and the person Zindelo most often finds himself at the mercy of when he's injured. a hugely entertaining person to be around, at times enabling each other's more chaotic ideas, like boulder dodgeball. was thrilled to hear she'd bought herself a firearm. She's a doctor, but...
⸻ The tender of tenders

a master of all things flora, which of course means a master of all things fruit - one of Zindelo's favourite things in the whole world. has an odd reverence for nature that he understands, being seen as unusual himself for his religious practices. More recently asked for some martial training - Zindelo has been more than happy to provide.
⸻ The tender of tenders

a master of all things flora, which of course means a master of all things fruit - one of Zindelo's favourite things in the whole world. has an odd reverence for nature that he understands, being seen as unusual himself for his religious practices. More recently asked for some martial training - Zindelo has been more than happy to provide.
⸻ Oh Gaud

a master of all things flora, which of course means a master of all things fruit - one of Zindelo's favourite things in the whole world. has an odd reverence for nature that he understands, being seen as unusual himself for his religious practices. More recently asked for some martial training - Zindelo has been more than happy to provide.
⸻ The Star

An enigmatic Xaela who wanders the land, spinning tale and fortune alike. frequent patron of the dawnwell. Particularly interesting to Zindelo for his unique reverence and insight.
⸻ The Bard

Blossoming bard and co-owner of the Tidekeeper's rest. became fast friends with Zindelo over a busy bar counter. Bonding over their shared love of poetry and a quiet devotion to their respective faiths, it was very plain to see that Zindelo admired Bash from the get-go. A blossoming closeness to keep an eye on.
⸻ The king of almateria

A kind soul who's understanding and empathy know no bounds. Gave Zindelo a home in the Crystal Oath long before his days in the Silent Grove - a debt he will carry for as long as he lives, even if only to ensure they remain firm friends forever. Distance means little to a magical monarch.
⸻ My oldest friend

Indra is one of Zindelo's oldest and dearest friends. at times, they have drifted between friends and more, but recent developments have cemented this as a purely platonic, familial sort of love. Indra is a Handsaint, and followed Zindelo across the sea at his suggestion to become the official blacksmith of the Silent Grove. Zindelo views him as his connection to his home, his past, and his culture.
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he chooses his clothing like he chooses his words - light, and never to hide. his chest is often bare by design, not for pride, but because the sun has seen all of him before. the henna across his skin marks rites. every line a bittersweet memory earned in breath and fire.

his hair is seldom cut, often left wild with purpose. it carries his past and his story - a living part of him that changes with the seasons of life. to him, it is a blessing rather than vanity.

his smile is a language of its own - playful, unguarded, and sometimes just a little too knowing. joy reaches the edges of his face. everything he feels, he wears.
zindelo's body is muscular, but not cut like a bodybuilder. he believes discipline and indulgence are both holy in equal measure, and his form reflects this. his body is almost always oiled - another part of his worship, and he wears various scents but there's always sandalwood present.




zindelo is versatile, and whether he chooses to top or bottom depends on his partner. He doesn't really have a preference, but whatever he's doing he's a generous lover. long, tantric sessions and intimacy are key - there's no pump and dump going on here. he's also extremely flexible and capable of some interesting positions using his gymnastic abilities.

zindelo sits comfortably at about 13 inches in terms of length, and around 3 inches in diameter. the manusya's blessings didn't stop at his soulstone, after all.



Front view Side view Back view

his rear is no let-down either, sporting wide hips and thick, juicy and jiggly cheeks. he often struggles to find bottoms that fit well and has to have things tailored on a regular basis.