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T H E B A S I C S

Name:  [LOCKED]
Saffron (Alias)

Nickname(s): Saff

Age: 30

Height: 5'11

Profession: String instruments - Fiddle

Nationality: Irish/???

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ Easygoing

"Course I don't hate you, what fella's got time for all that? Have a pint."

+ Optimistic
"Sun'll shine again, won't it. First thing tomorr', bright'n early."

+ Encouraging
"Almost got it, lad, just give the bow another swipe. 100th times the charm, eh?"

~ Unfocused
"Fraid we got a problem. Oh nothin' big, I just-- I can't recall what I'm meant to be doing."

~ Lackadaisical
"Napping is good fer the soul. Might do you good to take more of 'em. Ah, could go for one now, actually.."

~ Impulsive
"Plan? I thought you had the plan! I got the horse!"

- Selfish
"Aye, but how long has the city been on fire? Don't reckon it's my problem till half past--ow!"

- Flighty
"We...... were supposed to meet up. At the...place. Tonight. Hrm."

- Conceited
"Of course I know what I'm doing, trout! Pyrokinetics was 'mong the first things they taught us in music school."

On the average, Saffron is a free spirit. He established his identity by uprooting in search of better things, and is wont to continue the pattern-- ambling in any direction he deems to be 'forward' -- whether it's really the best idea for him or not. Averse to stagnancy, he is quick to switch gears on the fly and acts on a whim more than good sense nine times out of ten. And while he is in general a kind, upbeat fellow - his loyalty only stretches as far as his attentionspan. Which leaves quite a lot to be desired.

Saffron rarely thinks ahead.
But he always has a good time. one way or another. And if he doesn't, well- there's always sunshine to look forward to.
His spirits are difficult to dampen; but he'll become insufferable if surrounded by negative folks for too long.

He thrives in social settings and wilts in isolation.
He is easy to be with but difficult to know.
He fills any semblance of loneliness with music, and will choose himself over others 100% of the time--faster than he thinks anyone could convince him to come second.

And he always, always looks like he knows something you don't.

+LIKES - DISLIKES

+

Open skies

Sweet Potatoes

Dancing

Chickens & Ducks

Spicy food

-
Turnips
Micromanagement
Stillness
Doom & Gloom
Elevators

Background; tl;dr

- Spent childhood on farm with parents and brother
- Father died when he was 12
- Mother remarried a businessman when Saffron was 15
- Strained relationship - businessman is nothing like his father
- Is the eldest, expected to carry on step-father's business and become dignified, work in an office, give up music, earn lots of money, etc.
- Saff absolutely does not want to do any of those things
- His younger brother does, though
- T E N S I O N
- Step-father sells Saffron's fiddle in hopes it'll force him to face 'the real world' and make him a man
- all it does is make him a really, really pissed off man
- Enormous falling out
- Saffron leaves home to become a musician/physical laborer
- estranged from family but occasionally writes home to his mother and brother

Background

Saffron grew up on a rural farmland with his parents and younger brother. As the eldest, he was expected to handle a great deal of the daily tasks; he didn't mind the early mornings however, nor the work involved in keeping the farm running-- it meant he spent a lot of quality time with the animals and became especially close with his father, whom he learned a lot of working songs from (to keep focused) and idolized-- both for his seemingly endless pool of knowledge and fun-loving attitude in spite of how exhausted the daily grind left him.

When Saffron was twelve, his father deteriorated rapidly over the course of a few weeks and died of an illness he'd kept secret for a long time; not wanting to worry his family.
Saffron was devastated - but there was work to do, and now all of it was his.

He inherited his father's fiddle. Played it every day without fail.
When his mother remarried a few years later, her husband was nothing like Saffron's father had been; he was a stern businessman who pushed the boys to excel in school and nothing else; the two butted heads often.
The tension between them came to a head when he sold the fiddle while Saffron was out one day; claiming he had long outgrown such childish things and needed to focus on more important things; like the business he was set to inherit in just a few short years. A business Saffron wanted absolutely nothing to do with, mind - a business his little brother, Cian, wanted desperately to take on himself.

They fought. All of them. The argument went on for days - the air had never been so rank and bitter with hate before.
And in the end, mid-rant, his step-father told Saffron that if he took one ungrateful step out the door that he'd better not come back.

So he doesn't.

----

Saffron has been alone a long time, now. The road has been dirty and harsh but full of song and of dance all the same - and he has a feeling it'll get even better soon. He's played everywhere; from street corners to back-alley bars; to dingy diners and small-town night festivals; to concerts and weddings and everything one could imagine between them. Even played at a funeral.
Once.

But now, by some miracle, he's been hired to play in a Circus. A circus!
What would his step-father think?
The thought makes him laugh.
And he'll laugh every day that he's there, too,
just to spite the bastard.

I T E M S
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T R I V I A
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R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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Description

T H E B A S I C S

Name:  [LOCKED]
Saffron (Alias)

Nickname(s): Saff

Age: 30

Height: 5'11

Profession: String instruments - Fiddle

Nationality: Irish/???

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ Easygoing

"Course I don't hate you, what fella's got time for all that? Have a pint."

+ Optimistic
"Sun'll shine again, won't it. First thing tomorr', bright'n early."

+ Encouraging
"Almost got it, lad, just give the bow another swipe. 100th times the charm, eh?"

~ Unfocused
"Fraid we got a problem. Oh nothin' big, I just-- I can't recall what I'm meant to be doing."

~ Lackadaisical
"Napping is good fer the soul. Might do you good to take more of 'em. Ah, could go for one now, actually.."

~ Impulsive
"Plan? I thought you had the plan! I got the horse!"

- Selfish
"Aye, but how long has the city been on fire? Don't reckon it's my problem till half past--ow!"

- Flighty
"We...... were supposed to meet up. At the...place. Tonight. Hrm."

- Conceited
"Of course I know what I'm doing, trout! Pyrokinetics was 'mong the first things they taught us in music school."

On the average, Saffron is a free spirit. He established his identity by uprooting in search of better things, and is wont to continue the pattern-- ambling in any direction he deems to be 'forward' -- whether it's really the best idea for him or not. Averse to stagnancy, he is quick to switch gears on the fly and acts on a whim more than good sense nine times out of ten. And while he is in general a kind, upbeat fellow - his loyalty only stretches as far as his attentionspan. Which leaves quite a lot to be desired.

Saffron rarely thinks ahead.
But he always has a good time. one way or another. And if he doesn't, well- there's always sunshine to look forward to.
His spirits are difficult to dampen; but he'll become insufferable if surrounded by negative folks for too long.

He thrives in social settings and wilts in isolation.
He is easy to be with but difficult to know.
He fills any semblance of loneliness with music, and will choose himself over others 100% of the time--faster than he thinks anyone could convince him to come second.

And he always, always looks like he knows something you don't.

+LIKES - DISLIKES

+

Open skies

Sweet Potatoes

Dancing

Chickens & Ducks

Spicy food

-
Turnips
Micromanagement
Stillness
Doom & Gloom
Elevators

Background; tl;dr

- Spent childhood on farm with parents and brother
- Father died when he was 12
- Mother remarried a businessman when Saffron was 15
- Strained relationship - businessman is nothing like his father
- Is the eldest, expected to carry on step-father's business and become dignified, work in an office, give up music, earn lots of money, etc.
- Saff absolutely does not want to do any of those things
- His younger brother does, though
- T E N S I O N
- Step-father sells Saffron's fiddle in hopes it'll force him to face 'the real world' and make him a man
- all it does is make him a really, really pissed off man
- Enormous falling out
- Saffron leaves home to become a musician/physical laborer
- estranged from family but occasionally writes home to his mother and brother

Background

Saffron grew up on a rural farmland with his parents and younger brother. As the eldest, he was expected to handle a great deal of the daily tasks; he didn't mind the early mornings however, nor the work involved in keeping the farm running-- it meant he spent a lot of quality time with the animals and became especially close with his father, whom he learned a lot of working songs from (to keep focused) and idolized-- both for his seemingly endless pool of knowledge and fun-loving attitude in spite of how exhausted the daily grind left him.

When Saffron was twelve, his father deteriorated rapidly over the course of a few weeks and died of an illness he'd kept secret for a long time; not wanting to worry his family.
Saffron was devastated - but there was work to do, and now all of it was his.

He inherited his father's fiddle. Played it every day without fail.
When his mother remarried a few years later, her husband was nothing like Saffron's father had been; he was a stern businessman who pushed the boys to excel in school and nothing else; the two butted heads often.
The tension between them came to a head when he sold the fiddle while Saffron was out one day; claiming he had long outgrown such childish things and needed to focus on more important things; like the business he was set to inherit in just a few short years. A business Saffron wanted absolutely nothing to do with, mind - a business his little brother, Cian, wanted desperately to take on himself.

They fought. All of them. The argument went on for days - the air had never been so rank and bitter with hate before.
And in the end, mid-rant, his step-father told Saffron that if he took one ungrateful step out the door that he'd better not come back.

So he doesn't.

----

Saffron has been alone a long time, now. The road has been dirty and harsh but full of song and of dance all the same - and he has a feeling it'll get even better soon. He's played everywhere; from street corners to back-alley bars; to dingy diners and small-town night festivals; to concerts and weddings and everything one could imagine between them. Even played at a funeral.
Once.

But now, by some miracle, he's been hired to play in a Circus. A circus!
What would his step-father think?
The thought makes him laugh.
And he'll laugh every day that he's there, too,
just to spite the bastard.

I T E M S
---

T R I V I A
---

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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