Seeks What is Forgotten
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 134lbs.
Skin: Grey
Eyes: Grey
Tell:  The scent of burned flesh and ash

Appearance:  In the bard's tales, the Chosen of Luna hold myriad forms, and no single archetype captures the untold multitude that exist within each.  Yet there exist common threads, common themes that those who listen to the tales can grasp and hold within their minds.  Seeks What Is Forgotten holds to none of those preconceptions, for at first glance all vitality and vigor appears to have long ago been drained from him.  In his true human guise, he is a pale and sickly looking example of his kind.  His skin is like aged parchment, dry and almost translucent in places, and looks so thin that it might flake away at the lightest touch.  It is drawn far too tight around their features, given his face an unpleasantly skull-like appearance.  If a single word were to be used to capture his visage, that word would be "diseased."

He is far too small to be an Easterner, fully a head shorter than most Eastern women, let alone the men.  His limbs are rail thin, with dried veins visible beneath his paper thin flesh.  Everywhere he goes, no matter the body he wears, there is a distinct smell of burnt flesh and ash that accompanies him.  Yet despite his decrepit appearance and tell, he movements are silky smooth, the languid grace all predators share.  When he bothers to lower his dark hood, his grey eyes burn with a withering intensity more akin to that of a blazing anima bonfire than any other descriptor.  His gaze seems to strip away cloth, flesh, and bone, revealing the very soul of the one pinned beneath.  Indeed, drawing upon his gifts and charms, he can.

He keeps his Moonsilver tattoos hidden, but when his anima barrier flares they burn brightly in concentric mandalas of arcane power, revealing him clearly as of the No Moon Caste.  Over and through them are woven mirroring mandalas of shadowy purple, the touch of Mara dancing an eternal dance with that of Luna.  Typically, he wears dark robes of simple cloth, keeping as much of his shriveled flesh obscured as possible. Medallions and beads clatter when he walks, making it all the more eerie and preternatural when he chooses to walk in silence.  He is never seen without a sleeping bundle at his back, though the circular package is merely a tool to obscure the truth.  For Seeks What is Forgotten is the bearer of the lost Moonsilver Daiklave, the legendary artifact known as Flying Silver Dream.

History: The one who would one day hold the name Seeks What Is Forgotten was born in RY 701 under the name Saj Kris, within a small house just to the outer edge of eternal Sijan.  Saj's parents were simple farmers, tending the sparse fields that helped feed the city's many living inhabitants.  Their son was possessed of a brilliant mind, blessed by Creation, yet their low station in life meant that the sharpness of Saj's intellect was not enough to propel him to the limits of his ambition.  Ever a curious youth, Saj rapidly developed an unending fascination with the relics of the past, an unhealthy fixation that led him to many an unlawful expedition of tomb hunting in his adolescence.  His curiosity was unquenchable, and despite the surely fatal risks, he simply could not contain himself.  By day he worked the fields, but at night, at night the endless tombs of eternal Sijan were his oyster.

In the full bloom of adulthood, Saj had become an incredibly accomplished tomb breaker.  Yet he was not a grave robber, smashing and looting what he found.  No, his interest was merely in experiencing the history that he had been denied to opportunity to learn at an Academy.  He became almost preternaturally careful to leave no sarcophagus disturbed, no offering to the dead reclaimed for the living.  Not out of any superstition, or even reverence for the dead, it was the unliving history of the Plains of the Dead that he so relished.

Yet eventually, even the most accomplished sneak theif's doom was sealed.  Not by the morticians or guardians of eternal SIjan, but by ancient cursecraft and long twisted magics.  While cataloguing the memorial to a long forgotten Solar in his thirty second year, Saj caught a terrible curse, one that threatened to devour him from the inside out in days, leaving him a hollowed out husk of a corpse.  It left his intellect intact, and in his fading days he sought out every counter curse and charm he could find.  He found that he had incredible talent for sorcery, and through hastily brewed remedies and desperate spellcraft, he was able to add months and even years to what should have been his dwindling hours.  Even with his all his alchemy and lorecraft, he could not overcome the curse, and at last in desperation he made one final attempt.  He summoned Mara.

It was not strange that the Shadow-Lover came to him, what was curious was that she did not instantly devour him for his audacity.  Instead, she offered him a challenge, overcome her in a series of games of will and intellect, and she would save him.  His shriveled body could not withstand even a moment of her usual predations, but his mind had lost none of its power.  The foul magic rendering him to little more than an empty husk, he agreed.  He was no equal to the Demon Queen, despite the brilliance of his wit.  She beat him time and time again. Yet when each challenge mattered most, when each time it seemed she had won completely, he somehow managed to salvage a pyrrhic victory.  Impressed and amused, Mara eventually offered him a twinned pair of souls, magic and knowledge to devour the plaguecraft within him.  Desperate, almost consumed, and near to madness, Saj reached out a withered hand to accept.

His hand burned to ash before his eyes.

For in his tenacity, in his determination to survive, he had attracted the attention and admiration of one even mightier than Mara.  Luna struck him with pure Moonfire, burning the corruption within him out in a searing explosion of her divine might.  In its place stood Seeks What Is Forgotten, burning still from within with Sacred Moonfire, yet cured of his affliction and whole.  Mara fled in the silver radiance, but she did not forget what was hers.  Luna's chosen or no, she had laid her mark.

Seeks What Is Forgotten spent nearly a decade indulging in his newfound gifts, treading in tombs of such ancient power and arcane might that Saj would have never even dared to approach the door.  Yet eventually the wider world called to him, and he traveled North to Nexus.  In his years there, he learned of a Sidereal named Outstanding Contribution to the Historical Process, who was rumored to possess an artifact of exceeding beauty and power.  He spent three years preparing to infiltrate her compound, not to steal the blade, for that was not his way.  He merely wished to personally witness this living piece of history, forged from ancient Vasshir's deadliest fang.  Yet when he finally implemented his plan, he learned that Outstanding Contribution to the Historical Process had devised a ritual to destroy the ancient artifact and incorporate its power into her own soul.  She merely was assembling the many exceedingly rare materials she would need to execute the ritual.

The rage took him then, Essence Fever burning brighter then he had ever experienced before.  In that moment of fury, Mara returned, for she had spent a decade waiting for just that moment.  She could not quell the fire that Luna had set within him, but she could leave her own mark, placing a minor aspect of herself within his shadow.  She did not seek to destroy what had been stolen from her, she sought to steal it back, her essence within his shadow whispering secrets and promising him power. A shadow mandala sprung forth along the lines of his Moonsilver Tattoos, unobcurable unlike Luna's claim.  His mind influenced by Mara's will, he did the one thing he had never done before.  He became a thief.  When the fury had settled, he was miles outside of Nexus, grasping Flying Silver Dream in one desiccated hand.

Knowing that Outstanding Contribution to the Historical Process would never let his actions stand, and with Mara's laughter ringing in every shadow, he fled East.  In the endless Forests, he lost himself, spending the better part of two decades hiding among the trees.  Each night, Mara came to him, and through his own shadow whispered secrets in his ears.   He soon grew strong in his sorcery, with the Demon of Shadows as his tutor.  He met many peoples in his time, making friends among the tribes and clans of the hidden people's.  He became somewhat of a local legend, a shaman of the forests, the origin of a thousand stories of magic and shadow.

For while Mara seeks to bind him in dependence to her, he secretly desires to be free of her influence.  To that end, he seeks out rumors of an artifact of immense power, Mara's Penumbral Chalice.  Rumored to contain a greater aspect of the Demon of Shadows herself, Seeks What Is Forgotten has emerged from his self inflicted exile to track rumors of the ancient artifact.  Mara believes he seeks it to gain mastery over shadow and magic, incorperating the chalice into his soul in the same way the Sidereal had sought to incorporate Flying Silver Dream. Yet that is not his true purpose, as Outstanding Contribution to the Historical Process had already shown him that even an artifact could be destroyed, if one is only possessed of enough will.

If such a thing were to happen to a Greater Aspect of her, could not the severing destroy her connection to him as well?