Sky of a Sunset
Sky of a Sunset
He is Khemetic born and raised. Orphaned at the age of 7, he wandered the desert, eventually stumbling onto a family group of other Tabaxi, they adopted him and raised him as one of their clan. He has trained for years in the scholarly arts and history, eventually catching the eye of his Patron who offered knowledge, and a raise in status as an emissary.
Only recently has he left Khemet for the first time in his life.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Svelte, with slight muscules beneath the fur, showing they're build more for dexterity than strength.
Body Features
Retractable claws from the fingers and toes.
Facial Features
Whiskers
Special abilities
Pact of the tome Warlock. They do not need to breathe, eat or drink, but do so from habbit, and also because food and drink taste good.
Apparel & Accessories
A braclet of lapis lazuli beads on their left wrist.
A cloak or hat that does an excellent job of shading their eyes from the sun while giving their ears free movement.
A book that they either hold or hands from their hip.
An ornate rod that they typically hold in their right hand.
A good, sturdy bag hands from their left shoulder (bag of holding).
Mental characteristics
Gender Identity
They identify as male.
Sexuality
They are more attracted to women, but have found some men to be very interesting. Though they lack any real experience.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To learn, about the past and about their powers. To work to further the goals of the Lords of the Turning. To smile at least once a day, and to laugh at least once a week. To enjoy life and make a mark on the world in their own small way before joining his ancestors.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
They are very knowledgable about things religious, arcane and historical. They show much practice at playing several musical instruments, formost of them being the oud, an 11 string instrument from their homeland. They have a knack for moving quietly and for picking locks from years spent hunting around ruins in the desert. They do their best to make friends quickly and be as nice as they can be.
They have lived in relitive isolation for most of their life, and so, while very educated, tend to be a bit nieve about certain things. They certainly do not understand when someone is flirting with them, as the full family and exteneded friends unit they grew up with showed much physical affection towards one another (like cats are wont to do). So when someone starts showing some of the same things, they take it as the person just being friendly, or wanting to be friends.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes: Learning, good storytelling, playing music, smoking/drinking/eating with friends and family, books, the desert at night with a clear sky
Dislikes: The sun directly in their eyes, cruelty, needless suffering, denying someone the chance to learn
Hygiene
They are quite fastidous in their cleanliness. It's one of the reasons the first spell they learned was one that, among other things, allows them to completely clean themselves and their clothes in a matter of seconds. They also will perfume themselves on occassion. Their perfume is a spicy base note of freshly ground myrrh and cinnamon, accompanied by sweetness.
Social
Family Ties
The Windswept Dune clan.
Religious Views
Knowledge is scared and should be gathered, and protected. All beings deserve knowledge of the past so they may learn. The strands of Magic that flow through the world come from the Lady of Wisdom, and so does the knowledge of the past. She gave that to us, gave us the ability to think, to reason, to learn, so that we might never forget the past, forget what our ancestors did. And so that we may learn lessons from their lives and stories.
Hobbies & Pets
Siti isn't a pet, but their familiar summoned several years ago, and never sent back. She's a perfect, celestial example of a Khemetic Mau, and reflects Sky's own patterning.
Wealth & Financial state
They have ammassed a fair amount of money in their time, and are also directly supported by their patron in the furtherance of their duties.
Lifestyle: Comfortable
A young Tabaxi scholar, historian and student of the Arcane from the desert's of Khemet, who dabbles in playing the oud.
Current Location
Novandria
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Scholar, Desert Runner, Emmissary
Age
22
Date of Birth
September 18th, 1861
Birthplace
Khemet
Children
Current Residence
Novandria
Gender
Male
Eyes
Jade Green
Hair
short gray and white fur with dark spots and stripes
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
furry
Height
5'6"
Weight
140
Letters Home 1
After a rather eventful night, Sky settles into his room, slightly steaming from the bath he recently took. Siti curls up near the fireplace in his room. Pulling out several sheets of paper, an inkwell and quill, he sets them on his desk. Lastly he goes into a rather plain, but sturdy small bag. Feeling around he finds what he’s looking for and pulls out a small, statue of a cat, carved out of carnelian. Placing it at the desk he sits, and spends some time organizing his thoughts. “Let us do the pleasant one first, right Siti?” The cat gives a soft affirmative trill.
“Dearest Mother,
I hope this letter finds you well, and that father, and all my siblings are doing fine. When you find the time, I would truly enjoy hearing about you and them and what has been happening in the months that I have been here. I have found a room at the Skybound Inn. A quite cozy location, and a fine respit from the biting cold of this city. I remember complaining a few times about the cold in the desert on those clear winter nights. Oh if only I had known. That would feel like a warm bath compared to here. But I am doing well in spite of it.
I have made several aquaintances, and a couple friends in my time here. One is in desperate need of our help. They are someone who has been forced into being Reborn without their choosing. If they were among us, and our people I know they would be able get through this very trying time. However, I am the only one of us here, and so as one who has been touched by the Twilight Prince, I am taking it upon myself to help them. They are experiencing everything new, and it is overwhelming. Also the way they were Reborn, and the creature that caused it…it is too horrific to mention further. Lastly, it seems that many of their friends have questioned if this person is still with them, or if it is just a shell walking around, an echo of who this person was. So I would like to help them as much as possible.
They have mentioned not being able to sleep. And while I know that many of the great ones do not engage in such things, I also know they can enter a state of relaxation, of near sleep. My friend is also experiencing a side effect of smell. They say they have a scent of death upon them. To help them with these things, I would request a package from you, or from the Elders, whichever you feel is appropriate. I would like a shroud sent, as well as incense of rest and purification, and lastly some of the perfume that Elder Iset makes. Please tell her that this is for an Ursian who has undergone Rebirth, one originally from Ruskovich. I am quite certain that Elder Iset will know exactly which blends to use to help my friend. Their mind is troubled, and I can feel their spirit quake whenever I am near them. I wish to help them, desperately so.
I will include with this some delightful confections and expertly crafted chocolates in a cold box for you and father to enjoy. And any of my siblings so long as they have been good. My heart is always with you mother. Your son will do you proud.
With Love Beyond Counting,
Sky of a Sunset”
Finishing the letter, he lets the ink dry before carefully folding it and putting it to the side. He gets up and slowly paces back and forth in his room, both nervous and trying to order his thoughts. After a while Siti gives him an impatient meow and growl, and he laughs. “Yes, you are right. Nothing is gained in the delay. And any punishment is willingly accepted.”
Sitting back down at the desk he prepared another letter, this one written in a code as to be difficult to break that is to be used only for official communication. Paper in front of him, Sky dips the quill in the ink, and begins.
“To his most Royal Majesty, King of the Day and Pharaoh of the Burning Sands,
Emissary Sky of a Sunset sends you greetings and word of my mission. After several months of searching, the person of interest has been located. After contact and confirming of identity, they were entreated to return as requested. They refused, vehemently. Multiple requests met with the same response. I now know where they are, and what they are doing. I will continue in my duties and work to bring them home. I can say they appeared in good health and good spirits until approached by me. The location we were in was attacked, but they suffered no lasting injuries as a result. I apologize for my failure in not being able to convince them to return. However I will persist in this matter. However, without further information I believe it may be very difficult to compel them to return without being able to contact them beyond the current limits of permissiveness. I will not loose them again, and will keep at them until such time as they choose to return, or I am allowed to compel them to such.
Eternally in Service,
Sky of a Sunset, Dunerunners, Emissary”
Finishing that letter, Sky folds it up and pushes it to the opposite side. Pulling the cat statue to the center, he gets up and gathers a few more statues, all of the same stone but slightly different figures. Placing them on the desk in a line after the first, he also pulls out a healthy amount of Jade dust and a few pieces of honeycomb. The hour long ritual gives him time to figure out how to say it in as few words as possible. Once he’s done, he sets the trigger for the first as “with the letter in the hand of the Day King, and saying my title and name”, then he speaks the words for the statue to absorb.
“Has relationship with Prospero Eugenio Sebastian de Castille, prince. In airship crash. Currently staying at companion house, with Violet and Alex. No last names.”
Feeling more than a little exhaustion, and now ten gold lighter in spell components, Sky carefully packs up the letters and the statue, glad he only needed one. “In the morning, let us get the gifts, and make sure these go out with much haste.” He says to Siti, who is snoring by the fire. “I will not fail them.”
Settling In
Siti, stomach full from a good meal, lays curled up in bed, ready for her master and friend to join her. But something needs to be handled before that. Sitting down at the desk provided in the room, Sky takes a sheet of paper and an inked quill, and begins writing.
"To the Grandmaster of the Royal University in Inebu-hedj, humble Scholar Sky of a Sunset sends greetings.
I arrived in the city of Novandria a week ago, and have spent that time learning the layout of this city and currently I find lodgings at a location called the Skybound Inn. Many interesting people I have come across and met in the short time I have been here, many of such are fascinated to learn more about our beautiful country. I am still in search of a proper cup of coffee, and if one of our merchants opened up shop here, they would likely become quite wealthy once the quality of our preparation and beans were sampled. As I was warned, the climate here is much wetter than I am used to, which has made staying comfortable a challenge.
This city is full of secrets, much like the ruins of home. I will begin in earnest to locate the traveling professor that was recommended to me, in the coming days. I have not been blessed to have come upon them yet, so I am beginning to suspect that I have arrived here before them. I look forward to finding them, and making their great acquaintance. I hope that they will be amenable to sharing long company with me as I am certain, given what you have said, that we have much we can discuss. I will write more as I expand my knowledge, and I look forward to receiving any messages you may have acquired for me.
Your must humble and obedient servant,
Scy awf ay sunst