Orryn is a small, stout gnome with skin like weathered limestone and a beard that looks like steel wool. He wears thick, multi-lensed goggles over eyes that are always darting about, looking for structural weaknesses or chemical traces. His scale mail is coated in a fine layer of soot and dried herbs, and he always smells vaguely of ozone and sulfur.

Methodical and detached, Orryn views the world as a series of chemical reactions and mechanical stresses waiting to be optimized. He is slow to speak but speaks with absolute certainty. He values efficiency above all else and rarely shows strong emotion, treating even a crisis like a technical puzzle to be solved.

Orryn Thistlepod spent forty years in the Frostpeak range, perched above the clouds where the air is thin and the silence is heavy. He went there initially to find a cure for a localized blight that had affected his family orchard, but he stayed long after the answer was found. The high mountain air and the rhythmic pulsing of the earth gave him insights into the marriage of metal and medicine that he could never have found in the bustle of a city. He spent his days grinding minerals into fine powders and weaving mountain goat hair into conductive meshes. His isolation came to an end when he realized that his research had hit a bottleneck that could only be solved with rare materials found in the lowlands. Orryn packed his bags, disassembled his lab, and descended the mountain for the first time in a generation. He carries with him a satchel of tools and a mind full of blueprints for items the world has yet to see. Though the noise of civilization irritates his sensitive ears, he knows that his ultimate discovery lies somewhere in the chaos of the world below.