Days Jones

Name: Day Jones (formerly known as Roderick Jones)   Background: Roderick Jones was born in the quiet coastal town of Eldermoor, a place known for its peaceful seas and hardworking fishermen, born within Dor-o Estle not experiencing The Crack but facinated by it. From a young age, Roderick displayed an insatiable curiosity and a sharp mind, constantly asking questions and seeking knowledge in places others might overlook. His mother was a healer, and his father a shipwright, both respected in their trades but not known for any remarkable deeds. Roderick, however, was different. He absorbed every bit of information he could, from ancient tomes in the village library to stories whispered by old sailors.   As he grew older, Roderick felt the weight of the world pressing on him. He had a profound sense that history was not merely a collection of past events but a living entity that needed to be recorded accurately and without bias. This belief led him to travel far from Eldermoor, seeking a purpose that would align with his desire to understand and document the truth.   His journey brought him to the attention of the Days, the ancient order of historians. Recognizing his potential, they offered him a place among their ranks, a role that would allow him to fulfill his deepest desire: to observe and record the actions of the most powerful individuals in the world. Roderick accepted, and from that day on, he was no longer Roderick Jones of Eldermoor, but simply Day Jones.   Personality: Day Jones is meticulous and disciplined, with an unwavering commitment to his duty. He is known among the Days for his keen observational skills and his ability to remain emotionally detached from the events he records. However, this detachment is not born of apathy but rather a deep respect for the sacred vow of noninterference. Jones believes that history must be preserved in its purest form, untainted by personal bias or intervention.   Despite his stern exterior, Jones possesses a quiet empathy for the people he observes, often finding himself internally conflicted when witnessing great suffering. This internal struggle is something he never voices, but it shapes the way he records events, often with a subtle hint of the human cost behind the grander schemes of those he observes.