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Reid Thornburn

Art is anything you can get away with.

Social Rank: 8
Concept: Textile Artisan
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Thornburn
Gender: male
Marital Status: single
Age: 23
Birthday: 02/13
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Artisan
Height: average height
Hair Color: copper red
Eye Color: light gray
Skintone: fair

Description: Weathered, cracked, and slightly ink-stained hands add to the visage of a laid-back rogue. From the side shaved undercut of his otherwise foppish, long coppery red hair to the light-gray gaze over a faintly sprouted shadow of a beard, his sharp cheekbones and moderately thick eyebrows lend to a nearly too-still expression were it not for the wry lift to the corners of his lips. Beneath his sturdy and tall frame is the semblance of muscle tone, stockier at the upper arms.

Personality: As certain as the ground is steady so is Reid's laid-back confidence, a talent forged by surviving a family of temperamental artists. His own bouts typically bury beneath his vices of cigarillos and coffee or casual meandering from the family workshops to tinker and toy with their discarded and failed pieces. Ever the listener and observer, his insightful suggestions, well-timed grunts, and wry quips tend to be the calming and charming influence in the household or on their customers.

Background: Nestled in the Upper Boroughs of Arx is the Thornboun household, filled with an exuberance of artistry, sights and sounds. And quite like the household, Reid is nestled smack in the middle between his six siblings with their temperaments and quirks as well as steadfast dedication to hard-work, an instilled lesson by their parents. He learned how to safely maneuver through this chaotic and loving environment and discovered a laid-back approach suited his roguish sensitives. Meals would be brought whenever a sibling spent days in their workshop. Thoughtful words followed after hours listening to a sibling bemoaning a failed attempt. And quirky gifts such as a pair of woodland creature socks were left behind after a visit.

His father and mother would notice these peace-keeping acts and loitering help as a shopkeeper disguised his procrastination. Half-finished pieces of projects would be hung from the rafters and walls, left on the looms, or entangled in the paws of the family pets. Reid would wryly smile and shrug before explaining the art will be done when it is done; his routine of a cigarillo and coffee as breakfast, naps on the patio overlooking the gardens, and evening drinks with friends at the taverns grated on the Thornburns. Still, they could never stay upset when seeing his completed masterpieces or be on the receiving end of his dutiful brotherly care.

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