Rory "Rivet" Blackthorn, age 24. He's had the sort of luck, both good and bad, that most young men his age only have in dreams and nightmares. A few years ago in Wrenchton he pulled off the sort of heist that most kids can only dream about, picking up some scars and mutations to go with it, and decided to put all of that money into purchasing a single dream to live the rest of his days: Moving to Little Damar where it's sorta peaceful, and paying off the local Spark to make it the official rule that the town guard looks the other way when Rivet sleeps on the streets, busks for a few bucks, or 'robs' a convenience store of a jar of jam. He wants a lady who'll provide him a bed to come back to on one out of three days or so, but considers himself to have pretty high standards for the Sensible Woman in his life and is presently single.
It's okay for a woman to try to fix him up; so long as you understand that, to him, that 'fixing' thing is a game that ought to be good fun for both players even if one loses.