Finnrick Dowe — Apprentice of Redbraid Forge

"One day, I’ll forge something they'll sing about — and not just because it exploded!"

Finnrick Dowe is a broad-shouldered human teenager, barely eighteen, with sandy blond hair perpetually falling into his bright blue eyes. His hands are already heavily calloused from years working metal, and there's often a smudge of soot or grease on his cheeks no matter how hard he tries to clean up.

He wears simple brown work trousers, a sleeveless leather apron over a woolen shirt, and thick boots scuffed at the toes.

Eager, earnest, and slightly awkward, Finnrick talks a little too fast when excited — especially about smithing, hero stories, or anyone he perceives as an adventurer. He idolizes warriors and travelers and dreams of someday making gear for "proper heroes."