Saffron Carr is a jade-skinned goblin that uses they/them pronouns. Their eyes glimmer and shine like golden coins as they search for treasure and behold the beauty and uniqueness of the world. Their small body is covered in quilted clothing cut and dyed to resemble a pirate’s garb, but the handmade quality of the clothing and the embellishments clearly betray the costume’s intent. Regardless, the clothes Saffron wears allow them to be agile and flexible — which benefits their fighting style. They’re overconfident and positive, leading them to believe there is nothing they can’t do and pushing their companions to believe the same. “The sea doesn’t wait for you to be ready, so you’d better be ready all the time!” they’d say to anyone willing to listen. They can usually be found trying to find a new adventure to go on, accompanied by their trusty Clam Rake and Fishing Rod.
Origin of a Name:
“Name’s Billy F— nope! Saffron Carr. I’m Saffron Carr, a fishmon— pirate! Fishpirate! Wait, not a fishpirate. Just pirate. Yeah! I’m Saffron Carr, pirate extraordinaire!”
Saffron Carr was once Billy Fade.
Boring ol’ Billy Fade was just your average goblin going through life making everyone else happy but themselves. In fact, Billy Fade never did anything for themselves for 32 years, as they were always taking care of others. However, a life changing event at sea led them to Elmore in search of adventure, beauty and excitement. Now, Billy has taken on the persona of who they truly want to be: Saffron Carr, Pirate Extraordinaire!
Seaborne Events / Questions from Bloombitten Document:
An extremely drunk Saffron Carr once told this story to a really uninterested older faerie, in a such a dramatic and over the top way that people around them thought it was a really bad improv performance.
“Y’know, I wasn’t always like this. I once saw myself day in and day out at sea, fishing, selling fish, smelling like fish, but I just could not find the same excitement my family did in being fisherpeople and fishmongers. Still, I learned everything related to the sea and the trade; from how to survive on seafood, to how to distill fresh water and how take care of a boat — and that last one has helped me more than once during my time at sea.
See, a few months ago, I was caught in a sea storm. A maelstrom, really, and the small boat I was in capsized as what seemed like a wave slammed into it — but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a wave that slammed into my boat...
I spent a couple of days at sea under the blazing hot sun, slowly coming to terms with the realization that I might not survive, when another sea storm appeared out of nowhere. Until then, I had been hanging on to a door from the small boat as a flotation device but now I thought I was done for! The door would’ve been enough room for two people on that door (IYKYK), but once the storm hit there room for none on the door. As the door broke to the strength of the sea, my head knocked into the wood and I was dragged underwater by the currents. I didn’t know left from right, or even whether I was swimming to the surface, as I futilely grasped at the water around me in an attempt to find air. That’s when I saw it, though.
A large green eye, peering at me, as a gigantic ballooned body moved underwater without fighting or giving into the ocean currents. A colossal, beautifully smooth, pearlescent, perfectly-round fish that moved underwater as if the storm didn’t affect it. It didn’t take me long to figure out why the fish could move freely when I had zero control of my own body; this huge fish could inflate and deflate itself much like a balloon! The water it pushed out of its body helped move it with more force than its own fins could produce. It was an impressive sight and, even underwater, my eyes teared up over the uniqueness and beauty of this fish. If my life had to end right there, I had come to experience the uniqueness of the world at least once.
My life didn’t end there, obviously, as I’m telling you this. Instead, the Water Balloon Fish, or the Walloonish as I’ve named it, locked eyes with me. In what was probably an attempt to eat a delicious goblin-y meal, it rushed toward me in a series of inflations, deflations and forceful spouting of water.
Now I don’t understand physics but as it came close enough to touch me, the Walloonish inflated once more — the pressure of its inflation against my body pushing me through the sea, out the water’s surface, and propelling me onto a sandbank large enough to prevent me from being swallowed by the storm again. I was rescued a day later and went back to my fishing with my family, but I haven’t forgotten the Walloonish.
People have told me animals like that don’t exist but I know what I saw! Weirder things exist in the world and now I want to see them all, which is why I’m in Elmore.
And who knows? Maybe I’ll get to see the Walloonish again, somehow. I’d love to experience its beauty once more and, maybe, capture it, salt it, cook it and eat it. What can I say? Fishing is in my blood.”
