Social Rank: 7
Concept: Eccentric Tinkerer
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Keaton
Gender: male
Marital Status: single
Age: 29
Birthday: 8/10
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Priest
Height: tall
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: green
Skintone: tanned

Description: A man of average stature, he is slender and possesses the build of a man that works with his mind more than the sword. Would-be handsome features and a youthful charm are there, though they are often hidden behind the grime from a forge or paint smears. Long brown hair is often tied back from his face with a length of simple leather. His hands are calloused, hinting at a life not unaccustomed to work.

Personality: Some might describe Rowley as curious in nature, or possibly even cantankerous, when actually he is just typically focused on his work. Even when in a pub or social affair, the young man is often seen drifting, his mind on some project or other in his workshop. While this may be indicative of rudeness, if one were to begin asking him about his work they would see a man transformed. Excitement overtakes him as he discusses his many passions and gone are those awkward moments where he may be prone to reserved silence.

Background: Born in the fall as the only child of Maxwell and Eugenia Keaton, young Lord Rowley was always a curious boy. Even from his earliest days a near endless stream of questions were typical fare from the young lord, often to the annoyance of his father who was a prominent and rising captain among the brigades of Keaton archers. Eventually as he became older, Rowley would learn to temper his natural curiosity to avoid the ire of his father, though his hunger for information and understanding was hardly quenched.

When his lessons began, Rowley took to his studies like a fish to water. Everything, that is... other than the training surrounding swordplay, archery, or anything else that his father thought that he should be good at. Oftentimes Rowley would shirk his lessons when it came time for him to practice with the rest of the younger children, waiting for his chance to sneak away to watch the crafters at work as they plied metal to their will or brought their ideas to life upon canvas or carving them of wood and stone. No amount of whippings seemed to be able to cure the boy of his obsessions.

So his life went for his childhood, ever shouldering the burden of being his father's greatest disappointment. He learned the art of working metal and painting in secret from a few friendly disciples of Jayus. Almost constantly he could be found tinkering with this and that. Such things brought Rowley joy. Enough so that when his parents began talks of marriage and upholding his duty to the Keaton family, Rowley decided that such a life was not enough for him. He did what he had to in order to make known his desire to join with the Faith, something that his father could not openly oppose no matter how much it might sting to lose his only child.

And so he found a home where his passions were no longer shunned or held as an ever present disappointment. Where he could finally carry on his work in peace.