Zakeri Authurian
Like your typical
Authurian, Zakeri is the prime example of what they are all about. So,
naturally, the lust for battle is in his veins, pumping through every part of
him. The urge to strike at any thing or anyone standing in his path is great.
This is what makes him a great warrior, for he has the advantage Zakeri doesn’t call one particular place home, but he has been known to favor Asia, and while he keeps a low profile, there isn’t much that goes on that he doesn’t know about. Some say that Lord Malik Authurian himself gave Zakeri the gift, but he would never admit this. What, and tell his true age? Never. Let his enemies speculate and draw incorrect conclusions about him. Zakeri does like to have the upper hand, and the less they know about him, the better. It is said that Malik had no use for Zakeri and that his arrogance and lack of interest in his own kind fueled Malik to banish Zakeri from Babylonian.
Many say that
Zakeri hasn’t a warm spot in his black tainted heart, but Klavdiya Raisa knows
differently. It was during a raid on the poverty stricken village of Poinreda
that Zakeri first encountered a little girl by this name. She was a lone
survivor of the raid and she couldn’t have been anymore than four years old.
Yes, with the way people, things, and even places annoy Zakeri, it is best that he keeps to himself. Only coming out to do what he needs, when he needs to. Of course, he does indulge himself in the occasional battle or torture session, taking great pleasure in the final results. This is what he considers his meditation. www.theworldofroleplay.com |
She had the blackest hair and the most startling green eyes that Zakeri had ever
seen in all of his years of wandering this earth. Normally the site of a
quivering child that was as scared as she should have been would sicken him and
he would put them out of their misery, but this child wasn’t scared at all. She
had the look of curiosity as she stood beside her slain family. With a puzzled
look, Zakeri had walked off. Let the child be. She could prove to be a worthy
enemy as she ages. It could be considered a score to settle type deal. Don’t
mistake him though, there is always glory and a satisfaction that comes with any
kill, but it was always better when they put up a good fight. This child would
think of him every day of her pathetic life and harbor a hatred unlike any other
she would every carry within her soul. Or so he had thought. However, on his
way out of the desolate village, the little girl started to follow him, and not
so discreetly I might add. The child simply fell into step beside him. The
next few minutes after that proved to be interesting. Seizing the child up by
her throat, Zakeri turned cold eyes on her as a cynical grin spread across his
face exposing his teeth to her that had remnants of flesh between them. Again,
the girl showed no sign of fear. The child wasn’t even shaking. He dropped her
back down and asked “Are you mute..?”. The girl had shook her head, “No
sir. My name is Klavdiya Raisa and I can speak in five different languages. My
mother, the one that you just killed, was the teacher to the children of this
village. The one that you and yours just raided…..”. The girl continued to
talk, saying that she was actually six, but was small for her age. She also
added that she was considered a runt by her peers. The longer he stood there,
the more she talked. Finally, she shut her little mouth, but not before she
blurted out “….So, mister, since you killed my folks, mind if I go with you…?”
Zakeri was stunned into silence. If he had a heart, it would have swelled with
admiration for this little girl for she was braver than most men. Granted it
was probably her innocence talking. Regardless the reasons, Zakeri took the
girl with him. There on out, Zakeri was followed by the girl named Klavdiya and
now she is a woman. Over the years he has taught her much, but now that she is
grown, many wonder why he hasn’t made her his fledging, but no one truly knows
the answer to that particular question. 