Dude. The SCA is my life. Zilia Silvana di Tres Fiore, AoA, Tributary, they/ them (currently) at your service -- but no-one except about three heralds know me by that name, everyone calls me Sil. This message is literally written during a pause in re-creating the Golden Gown of Magrethe of Uppsala for the demo at the Fourth of July parade, although I'm way more excited that I'll be spending that time getting the new vambraces in fightin' shape. (It tickles me that they used to be a "yield" sign.)

I feel you on the appropriative persona. Although Calontir doesn't have the stick up their butt, er, doesn't seem quite as wedded to the notion of persona as the Kingdom of the East, I long to embrace my upbringing with an East Indian persona and study Sanskrit and fashion punkahs against the heat of the night and teach classes about nautch girls and the recurring motif of dance-offs saving the universe... and not be yet another bluidy Roman or BarelyDisguisedVariationofMyMundaneName verch Ninnihammer... but I just... ew. Even if I did spend kindergarten spreading marigold petals under pictures of Sri Uteshwar and Paramahansa Yogananda.

Mind you, I have no idea where my persona will end up once I'm out as a transman. Probably Slavic; my once and future metamour feels that changing one's name too often is abusive, and we have to keep the metamours happy, don't we? Not to be dismissive, she's been through it and she's an absolute dear; she can have whatever she wants. But I can kind of see "Sil" being short for "Vassily."

Anyhow. I've followed you on Instagram if you feel some wild urge to see me getting my ass handed to me by a the preponderance of local dukes or laugh at my metalworking efforts or listen to the songs I compose. No need to follow back, of course.

I HIGHLY encourage you to try rattan fighting; it doesn't seem like it would be, but it is the MOST fun.