Zindel❂
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.
Steps like a prayer ⸻

⸻ and breath like a hymn.
ZindelO SuryavaH
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.
⸻ ❜
ooc info 🙜

| author | |
|---|---|
| You can call me | Zin/Zindelo |
| age | 30 |
| pronouns | he/him |
| timezone | UK/BST (GMT+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. |
Lore Compliance
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.
Roleplay themes
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.
Romancing Zindelo
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.
NSFW Disclaimer
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.
My availability
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.
Contact Info
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
Character Information 🙜
Zindelo Suryavah
⸻ A name chosen in place of one lost
name Zindelo Suryavah (formerly Zindelo of the Fennix)
alias Sun-bearer
age 30 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 based in la noscea, found all over
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 rarely corrects that either.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
Though Zindelo rejected the rite that would have hollowed him into a vessel, the ceremony left its mark. His aether, once calm, now hums just beneath the surface - full to the brim, unable to settle. He carries it like warmth in the skin, like steam that never rises. To most, it goes unseen, but those with the sight can sense it trailing from him in slow, spiraling threads - not wild, not unstable, simply... too much. It isn’t dangerous, just a reminder that something ancient once tried to make a home of him - and failed.
height 6 fulms, 8 ilms
Body type Muscular yet thick & curvy
eyes Amber, golden in the right light
hair Chestnut brown, long wild locks
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 monastic training 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.
Background 🙜
Timeline
| timeline | events |
|---|---|
| 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. |
Faith
zindelo's faith is quiet, but never vague. he worships at a temple few remember - carved into the cliffs, shrouded by vine and silence, tended by a single keeper and the steady hands of time. the manusya live there still, in carved relief and whispered name, and zindelo bows to each one with full breath and open palm.he does not treat the divine as a metaphor. the manusya are real to him - not distant myths, but presences that listen, respond, and shape the course of those who pay attention. he names them with respect, calls on them in moments of doubt or grace, and marks their blessings in the way light bends through trees, or how his body rises, unbroken, each morning.he believes the divine is not confined to the sky, nor to scripture. it is in the heavens, yes - but also in stone, in breath, in heat rising off desert sand. he finds it in laughter shared without shame, in discipline offered without reward, and in the weight of his own footsteps as he walks the path alone. the manusya do not require grand rituals - only presence.his days are marked by small devotions. he oils his skin not just for the body, but for the soul. he bows before meals. he does not curse in anger, nor speak lightly of suffering. when he bleeds, he gives thanks for a body that still moves. when he prays, he whispers - not because he must, but because it shows respect.the temple he serves had no congregation. no crowds. just him, and the keeper, and whatever light dares to spill through the old stonework. and yet, as time passes, those hallowed halls have begun to see new visitors seeking purpose, as zindelo once did.faith, to zindelo, is not a matter of belief. it is a matter of care. it is the act of choosing reverence again and again, even when no one asks it of you. even when no one remembers but the wind."the gods live above us, yes. but they walk beside us too - and move through us, when we let them."
Zindelo's job - Manasra 🙜
Devotion
the manasra walks not with doctrine, but with breath. zindelo’s path is one of daily reverence and joyful clarity, grounded in the worship of the manusya - divine beings who embody strength, wisdom, and presence. through sacred movement and practiced stillness, he seeks not transcendence, but embodiment. he offers himself to the divine with a grin, an open palm, and a readiness to meet every moment fully awake.
discipline
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 |
|---|
| pressing palms to stone before speech. meditating beside still water. sharing food with friends. standing still in rainstorms. walking barefoot. confiding in statues. |
| teachings |
|---|
| 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.
statistics
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strengths
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.
vulnerabilities
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.
flaws
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.
Techniques 🙜
Stance and strike
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
gesture and form
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
Ritual implements
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.
Bonds 🙜
Indra Rohan
⸻ 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.
Clover Fyth
⸻ My trusted confidant

Clover is the one who sought Zindelo out and recruited him for the Grove. She's a mysterious woman who doesn't like to reveal much of her past, but sometimes knowing someone's present is enough. Zin trusts Clover with his life, and if she told him to jump he'd aim for the ceiling. They play off each other extremely well, and both have a talent for being... nosy.
Rhuari maccrain
⸻ My brother in duty

Rhuari is someone Zindelo's worked with for a long while now within the Grove. A close friend, a frequent sparring partner, and a brother in the fight against shirts, Zindelo values the time they spend together - whether on a job or enjoying their downtime. Rhuari is a frequent target of Zindelo's jokes - but only because he trusts that Rhu will return it in kind.
Frida Hrafanen
⸻ The font of knowledge

Frida is a great friend, and a frequent source of information and guidance for Zindelo as he navigates a world he's unfamiliar with. Where he knows temple bells and monastic movements, she knows much of the lands and the peoples within. If she asks for something, he'll do his best to make it happen and he always has her back when they're out in the field together.
Yorick Faust
⸻ The simmering scholar

Yorick is a formidable ally who Zindelo admires for both his inquisitive mind and his brutal honesty. He's not always 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 - which more than qualifies for friendship in Zindelo's eyes.
Nashu Moshantu
⸻ The gun-toting doctor

Nashu is one of the Grove's healers, and the person Zindelo most often finds himself at the mercy of when he's injured. He finds her to be a hugely entertaining person to be around, and at times they've enabled each other's more chaotic tendencies. Zin enjoyed a session of 'boulder dodgeball' so much that he ensured Nashu had easy access to fresh earth for her conjury in their new training room. and was thrilled to hear she'd bought herself a firearm. She's a doctor, but...
ujimichi lehide
⸻ The tender of tenders

Uji is 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. The botanist has an odd reverence for nature that he understands, being seen as unusual himself for his religious practices. More recently, Uji asked for some martial training with Zindelo has been more than happy to provide.
Teddy Outis
⸻ The helmed wonder

Teddy was Zindelo's first real recruit once he took on more responsibility within the tangles of the Silent Grove. Zin sees that he has a good heart - too good, at times - which belies a deep-set fear within him that the past he cannot remember may not be a good one. Zindelo hopes to help guide him towards the truth he chooses for himself - and it doesn't hurt that he's not bad to look at. Well, from the neck down at least, due to his insistance on wearing a full helm, full-time.
Aster Starcrest
⸻ The king of almateria

Before the Grove Zindelo wandered, lost, for a long time. One such soul who gave him a place to belong was aster, who took him in as a part of the Crystal Oath. While Zindelo eventually moved on to find his own purpose, he still considers Aster a close ally he would show up for if he ever needed help. Friends can be a long way away, across both distance and time, but an oath made is one Zindelo intends to keep.
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appearance 🙜
he chooses his clothing like he chooses his words - light, honest, 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, not rank - every line a 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.
appearance - nsfw 🙜
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.






















