Growing up in a small and tight knit community of Kashrishi there was little need for words, and no need for spoken names.
The small kashrishi with two tiny amethyst horns on his nose, and purple-ish skin to match, was known to his village as the one who imparted guidance, warm feelings, and a hint of humor. He had advised two Kashrishi in the past that their destiny may lay off the island they called home, not directly, but through meaningful conversation and connection.
Very recently, it had occurred to him; His fate may lie outside in the world as well.
Lacking in size, he compensates with mental resolve and fortitude, and took to the sea to discover where his kind hearted nature could be of service.
He quickly realized he would need a name.
Aboard a ship, an argument broke out between the ruffians and riff-raff working for their passage over what to call the small, quiet, stranger. It got heated when one man suggested purple, and two others argued the being was amethyst, another chimed in that he was mauve. As it nearly came to violence, a scholar who had managed to avoid notice by the hooligans chimed in with 'Purpureus'. It evoked a warm, fuzzy feeling and the tensions broke. -some chuckled -but that brought more joy to the Kashrishi than shame.
Purpureus chatted with the scholar and spent much time together on the voyage. By the end of the trip, Purpureus had an inkling that his future began in First Landing.