A white a golden furred catfolk fellow with a lilting voice that almost seems a purr. Seykian evokes the bearing of a likeable sort of traveller. One that people simply want around, to the point of often wishing he'd stay longer. Seykian however has a dream to find his homeland.
In times past his homeland (or so he learned through disparate information and the fragments he had from his mother who left him as a kitten) was said to be a place of harmony. Sitting on the largest island of a hidden archipelago said to have been rising from the sea by the tears of the sun falling when the peoples of creation were finally free.
Each island was raised and on the largest was a great holy place of sunlight and life born.
It is said the sun and moon met there many times, guiding the peoples there until they disagreed on some important decision.
Instead they left that decision mysteriously to the people.
Eons passed and ages would start and end, until.... nothing.
Seykian knows little beyond this and is ever seeking more to the story. He has worked on hundreds of ships, travelled thousands of roads both paved and dirt and made his own way across hill, crag, river and mountain.
Once he made friends innumerable, his wholesome demeanour and shining charisma drawing others to him, but recently he has found old friends ignoring his missives. Some even claiming dissociation and that he is some charlatan.
As times pass this grows ever more common much to his concern.
Now part of him worries he brought some fell curse upon himself...
Seykian appears lithe and of slightly above average height, with fur that mixes with brilliant white and tan golds.
His eyes are a vibrant golden hazel and his tail is bushy and as long as his forearm.
Almost always is he dressed in practical but comfortable travel clothes, sometimes with light grey and white leather greaves or gauntlets as basic protection.
He prefers to avoid conflict but carries a handful of protective items such as two smaller curved knives, a bag of edged stones to slow enemies and a small pouch of seven devils scream powder (of which he prizes and will only use in dire circumstances).
He has only one memento of his mother (of which he shows nobody) a ring with an old realm symbol in some form of stained silver upon a gold band.
It is dirtied and stained but he knows not the meaning, though if those knowledgeable in ancient times were to ever see it.... they would recognise it as a combination of the marks of the solar and lunar anathema of old.