It's hard to be an artist. To be be anything at all. Even to just be. It's hard to be me.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Temperamental Artist
Marital Status: single
Height: average height
Hair Color: red
Eye Color: umber
Description: With a wide smile, long face liberally sprinkled with freckles and generous nose, Ripley stands as tall as his father but lacks the muscles that his father and other smiths might bear due to their profession. Shoulders hunched over part in thanks to the nature of his profession, and brown eyes the shade of tree bark, his state of personal care vacillates with his moods. He can be shaggy and unkempt one week, wearing whatever he picked up from the floor and the next a trimmed beard and hair, wearing the finest clothes made by his sisters hands. His appearance is as mecurial as his mood.
Personality: For the most part, Ripley is a happy-go-ucky sort of individual with highs of passion that can at times be a little manic. An exuberance for his work, his family and his city. But there is and are times when it is the opposite and the man can barely get out of bed and melencholy strikes which leaves him moping around the city like a kicked puppy and grasping at ways to drag himself out of it.
Background: Within the city of Arx there are the Ulbrans, the Cullers, the Grayhopes and there's the Thornburns. Ripley is one of the latter, that family with a long history of dedication to Crown and to crafting. Ripley is no different and took to the forge and the working of metal just like his father and some of his siblings. Sandwiched between Eithne and Aurora in the heirarchy of the offspring, he took the middle road when it came to crafting and long fingers were far better at making pieces of jewelery than armor or weapons. It wasn't uncommon for him to shove on Eithne some crudely made piece that he had finished as he was learning or beg of her to help him fix it, or wearing Aurora's badly made pieces as she learned her craft. He was prone to fits of melencholy though. If a piece of jewelry didn't turn out right, metal didn't work as it should, a customer was unhappy, Ripley was unhappy. He would sulk about the house or lay in bed and mope until his ass got kicked by family or inspiration struck again and he was back at the bench working. Such is the life of Ripley Thornburn, with it's highs and lows.
Inspiration however, needs to be found elsewhere sometimes and isn't always within the walls of the city. So with kisses to cheeks and his tools on his back, Ripley took off into the wilds of Arvum. Off to seek inspiration, everything he needed at his back. Letters would come filtering through as he traversed Arvum with tales of moments of danger, moments of despair, of the forges and other artisans that he would stop and spend time at the benchs of and learning their unique ways. Little pieces of jewelry as well, tokens of familial affection would wend their way back home as his skill improved till one day there was no letter but Ripley himself striding in through the door with a wild smile on his face and a little more learned. Hair in need of a good cutting and clothes mended. He had traveled far but had found his way home.
|Achard||Jolly guy with quite an expansive personality. Between his jovial presentation and his chubby puppy, he immediately grabs attention. I wil hope this works out and he will then have a loyal customer for life.|
|Aiden||Aside from proclaiming I helped him break out of the dark, and gifting me a very lovely griffon pin, he's quite uh... well, he has no way with words around the ladies. I can't help but giggle.|
|Anisha||Melancholic Jeweler with a beard and a love of toad in the hole, by his own estimation. He's a Thornburn, and I've had the pleasure of purchasing and wearing his work. He's also very loud and not at all what I expected. Isn't it nice to be surprised now and again?|
|Apollo||Charming and helpful - don't know what more I could ask.|
|Cambria||I think that if he had not pursued the path of artistry, Jayus would have had him in a choir.|
|Caprice||So beautifully, uniquely skilled, yet he has such an awfully complex relationship with Jayus. Family through Ferrando, but he's got his own sisters so I can ignore familial duty and just enjoy his company, whatever color his mood.|
|Cristoph||He ripped my clothes and find things that were worth saving. And yet, I've seen him but once. A quick flash in a crowded room. I waved. And then he was gone again.|
|Decius||He smells like his forge, and his forge is awful. Still he is family...I think. I mean it is possible there is no blood connection, ould explain a lot.|
|Eshken||A man who seems to enjoy doing whatever strikes him at the moment. Pleasant to be around.|
|Evaristo||Listen, if someone just gives you an expensive piece of jewelry you're sort of drooling over to give someone as a gift, you owe them. That's just generosity on a level that is hard to fathom.|
|Giorgio||One of the more interesting people that I have met since coming to the city. He is of a different cut, but that does not mean from a 'worse' cut. I am interested to see what sort of business we might be able to do together in future.|
|Graziella||The mind behind the art... it was good to finally have a chance to chat with the man who makes my most favorite pieces of jewelry.|
|Mabelle||A very generous benefector and a talented crafter. I look forward to purchasing more of his creations.|
|Margerie||There is a man throwing possum jewelry into a fountain and yelling at my former ward about gods. A normal Sunday evening.|
|Medeia||Loud, nice beard, makes creepy stuff from his nightmares, and insulted me almost immediately. This probably means we'll be friends someday.|
|Michael||Something is /wrong/ with this artisan. I was nearly brained by a possum crown by him at the city center. Utter madness.|
|Miraj||A little bit tempermental but that means he's a true artist right? Emotional. I love it! Arx needs more sensitive men like him.|
|Monique||My new favorite shiny. I wonder if he knows yet how much time I'll be spending in his shop...|
|Romulius||Rather rude, but I am told his work can make up for it. I'm not so sure.|
|Rylan||A man with a mercurial hunger for both the sweet and the sour parts of life. Hopefully, a new friend.|
|Samira||A jeweler and a true artisan, and good company as well. It seems we share the belief that creating art is sometimes the only way to drag oneself from the darkest of what life brings.|
|Zyanya||When Jayus sets his true mark on a person, he stamps it deep. As someone who walks a rope between inspiration and despair, I will hope he always finds his balance when his path sways beneath him.|