Social Rank: 8
Concept: Retired Armorsmith
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Thornburn
Gender: male
Marital Status: married
Age: 51
Birthday: 6/19
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Armorsmith
Height: average height
Hair Color: gray
Eye Color: gray
Skintone: ruddy

Description: A man of advancing age, he nonetheless has a strong vitality to him. Just under six feet tall, he is built wide and strong after a life spent at the forge with hammer in hand. His hair has gone completely gray in the last ten years or so, the red hue fading away as he reached his fifties. Kept relatively short, it is wavy and swept back from his ruddy forehead. Dark and stormy gray eyes are set under a low brow and on either side of a nose that has been clobbered a few times. A trim and neat beard covers his chin and cheeks, the hair entirely gray with a few patches of pure and snowy white beneath his lower lip. A voice made rough and gravelly by time and plenty of whiskey completes the image of a rough and tumble working class man.

Personality: Work hard. Play hard. Pay your dues. Don't cause trouble. Take care of your family. These are the simple things that Greer Thornburn believes in and the way in which he has lived his life. A man of the working class who has spent his life in the forge with hammer in hand, he is rough around the edges but has a soft spot for his family. Quick to offer his opinion, feeling he's owed that due to his age, he's a straightforward man with plenty to say. Especially now that he's retired.

Background: Greer Thornburn has always lived in the city of Arx. His father worked the forge and his mother was a lower boroughs girl who caught the eye of a man with a job and prospects. The third of four children, Greer was a firebrand in his youth. His youth was one of resistance against his father's rules and desires, rebellion a way of life. That stopped when his mother died on his thirteenth birthday.

When he settled down, he became his father's apprentice and learned how to hammer metal and shape it into the armor that protected the armies of the Compact. At first it wasn't a calling but over time the heat from the fires and the pounding of the metal became a part of him.

Greer married young, a nice girl from a good family, and they had seven children. He's seen many things in his years but the rapid changes of the recent months - elves and bringers and blood magic - have left him feeling old. So he has recently retired, leaving the work over to his daughter Eithne. He feels he's earned it but a hammer still fits perfectly in his hand and the forge fires still burn inside him.