The hammer strikes down on his anvil, again and again as he inspects the molten steel before another tink can be heard from his armory, Ryan, an unknown blacksmith, is a tinkerer of sorts who currently seeks to attain a masterpiece from his crafts. A poorly made weapon, armor or the fundamental tools and replaceable parts of a machine won't last long, and those who aren't careful with their works will find themselves without a customer. He takes huge pride in his works to the point of being quite a stubborn person, and employs harsh work ethic and judgements on his crafts that it becomes a painful process for him to make anything, requiring numerous time and him being locked up inside his workshop until he's finished. But he aims to craft the best thing he can offer despite being only a journeyman and only five years into his profession.

Outside of his [s]sweat[/s]workshop, he's a competitive man who will try and out do others, or socialize around. With that, he's a blunt and straightforward person who isn't afraid to speak his own mind. He will compliment a lady without tact about her bosom or derriere, and he won't hesitate to tell a young man with a cute face to just wear a dress so he could fondle them while whispering them sweet words about how cute they are. But out of the superficial interest he has in others, he's a tease for most parts until he finds someone he wants he wishes to spend more of his time with, whether they be friends or potential lovers, he seeks for someone he can place his trust in. The workshop can help time fly by fast, but that's also stressful. A friend can bring smiles and a day away from the stressful environment, or more something more. His only wishes are for a loyal person who won't stab him in the back, and that he can rely on them when he needs them. While lady friends and cutie boys want to remain a platonic relationship, he's not going to hold his tongue when he wants to comment on their erogenous parts or tell them lewd things to get a reaction out of them. A competitive guy, he takes it too far often times and his stubbornness makes it difficult for him to stop running his prideful mouth. If he wins, it's an ego boost before it gets shot back down by his inner critic in the workshop, and if he loses, it amounts up to his already crippling fear of being a crappy blacksmith, which will heal in a day or two when he binges on beer and forgets everything. That, or he just work his self-worth back up by churning out things in his workshop.

The workshop isn't a large one, rather it's a small-scale portable smith shop that's fueled by an expensive fuel to keep it running when conventional items aren't available. It's open in the air, vulnerable heavy weather and obviously heavy to carry around. A cart tinkered to be driven like a modern day car, but requires hefty amounts of coal or fuel to begin with so it can run for a while. A sacrifice he can make! Until he runs out of money and opens up an illegal smithery or ends up pulling the cart himself. Life is harsh.

For an [s]more concrete[/s]easier description: Think of the ice cream truck, at least 1/4 larger in length. Now the left side can open up to be a patio, and at the back is a dispenser where Ryan has labeled it the "Coal singularity." The driver's seat is devoid the seat or any sort of drivers stuff, rather it's steered and driven with two levers. One steers, and one speeds it up and slows it down. They're also side by side to where a person can stand between them, but they also don't have any labels on them so anyone hijacking the car will likely crash this expensive junk into the nearest convenient pole before feeling the wrath of Ryan's hammers on their faces.