Head Canon - Dredgen Yor
He didn’t look like Thorn.
As much as I love to think of him as wearing edgy, ragged gear that looks as savage and strained as his cursed weapon, imagine something else for a moment.
You see a tall, noble man. Everything you’ve ever imagined a Guardian to be you see reflected in this man before you - everything about him is pristine and well-kept. His armor is clean and bright and you could easily imagine him standing upon the Walls, holding the City against anything the Darkness can throw at it.
But there’s something… something in his eyes, in his stance, in the way he shushes you and lays out his syllables and talks circles and riddles around himself. He is everything you’ve imagined a Guardian to be, but there is something fundamentally wrong about him and you can’t figure it out…
And then you see Thorn.