Sekewa't
| Age | 22 |
| Species | Scourge Aasimar |
| Gender | Demi |
| Pronouns | He/They |
| Sexuality | Bi-Asexual |
| Background | Acolyte |
| Class | Paladin |
| Subclass | Devotion |
| Alignment | Lawful Good |
| Love Interest | Wyll |
| Best Friend | Karlach |
| Tumblr Tag | #oc sekewat |
You are obsessed with the light
Don't understand why inside
You can't expel all the dark
You are made of the dark
—Montaigne, "Till it Kills Me"
Sekewa’t is a paladin haunted by their past mistakes, now struggling to balance their blood's uncontrollable hunger to hunt evil with questions of what "evil" really is. Sekewa't is on a journey to discover the answer.
Appearance
With glowing gold eyes, gold cracks across his skin, and of course the wings, Sekewa't is immediately recognizable as an aasimar. He has fluffy black hair to match his feathers, and brown skin. He is 180cm (5’9”) tall, with a stocky build.
History
Sekewa’t’s mother, Kloqowej, was once a member a small group in service of Lathander, called the Champions of Dawn. However, her beliefs grew so fanatical, giving less and less room for anything but her idea of purity, that she was kicked out. In her mind, the order’s leniency caused evil to prosper, and was therefore corrupt.
Kloqowej’s faith was so overwhelming that it gained angelic attention – a Deva, enamoured with her devotion. Sekewa’t was birthed from their union. From a young age, Sekewa’t struggled with his scourge blood’s constant demand for the destruction of all evil. That Kloqowej raised Sekewa’t to believe his divine destiny was to bring a pure renewal to the world, didn’t help matters.
When Sekewa’t was sixteen, his mother instructed him to destroy the Champions of Dawn. He did so with a righteous fury, fueled by the belief that he was finally fighting the evil his blood called for him to fight. But when every Champion laid dead on the ground, Kloqowej’s passionate praise could not quell the pain Sekewa’t felt in his chest. Then, every light in the building went out; a clear sign of Lathander’s disapproval. Horrified, Sekewa’t lashed out at his mother, demanding an explanation. When she had none, Sekewa’t struck her down, too.
Feeling completely lost, Sekewa’t turned to prayer all through the night, seeking forgiveness from the Morninglord. When the dawn came, he found a warm breeze caressing his face, and interpreted this as hope.
Ever since, Sekewa’t has been travelling on his own, attempting to balance his uncontrollable hunger to hunt evil with his questions of what “evil” really was.
