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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 8, 2016 2:10:38 GMT
((Sooo... When's this set? Idk if I can join, but I kinda want to. Only thing is I've only read the first two books and do t want spoilers. ))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 8, 2016 2:17:11 GMT
((@liessa: You read Mistborn? When? Why didn't you tell me sooner? )) ((The Mistborn plots (both of them- one that started at the beginning of this thread and the heisty one that's just starting now) are both set before the first Mistborn book. How far before that, not 100% certain.))
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 8, 2016 2:20:45 GMT
((Lol. I read the first one back in December maybe? And the second in February. I didn't care much for the second one though. >.>
Okay. Cool. I'll see then. I have some free time this week, but not much... And I don't know much about the world dynamics since its been a few months so I'll have to read up a little.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 8, 2016 2:22:41 GMT
((What about the second one didn't you care for, out of curiosity? Do you think you'll read the third sometime?)) ((Awesome. I hope you do join!))
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 8, 2016 2:28:00 GMT
((I'll read the third, have it reserved, I just didn't care much for the world dynamics after it started undergoing regime changes. And the thieving crew didn't seem as important, mostly just there to be there when Breeze and Dox were my faves from the last one. And Breeze got some character work which made me happy, but yeah. And then I got fed up with Vin. ))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 8, 2016 2:32:21 GMT
((Hmm, I can understand those reasons. Particularly the getting-fed-up-with-Vin bit. Breeze does get to play a larger role in the third book, though. IDK if you'll like the world dynamics any more or less. But the ending is pretty impressive.))
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 8, 2016 2:44:57 GMT
((I'll look forward to Breeze at least then! ^.^ ))
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 8, 2016 4:11:11 GMT
((Now would be a great time to join. :) We're just about to start a new plot about a misting crew that cons some evil nobles. Pretty straightforward. If you have questions about the magic system, we'd be happy to help out. :) ))
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 8, 2016 5:03:47 GMT
((Heh. Is anything taken? I don't want to do doubles of anything if there's something left. But I was thinking of doing a thug and soother maybe? If I do it... But since I'm not sure and don't really have charries yet I'm open to change if need be. If I do it. ((Which by this point is kinda just me telling myself that I have responsibilities and not caring because I want to try anyway....))))
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 8, 2016 5:17:26 GMT
((So far we have two Thugs, one Mistborn, one Coinshot, one Lurcher, one Feruchemist, two obligators, three Inquisitors and a couple of others that I'm forgetting. Lol. But those guys are on other subplots, and doubles are inevitable anyway. :) Feel free to make whatever you want.))
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 8, 2016 6:09:49 GMT
((Um. I have absolutely no idea what to do. Kisma is woefully underequipped for a fight (which I deeply regret . . .), which is half the reason I didn't have her intervene sooner. (Sorry about that.) I suppose that, at this point, since the Shardbearer's released his Blade and both Brune and the Shardbearer are getting a bit tired out, she could theoretically try to get in between them (not necessarily literally, given the Shardbearer's last action) and try to talk the fight to a close. The issue would be if the Shardbearer crushes Brune before Kisma can do anything about it . . . any chance Brune can dodge/drop-and-roll one more time to avoid the crush and then Kisma can get in there? (If not, that's fine; it'll just mean Kisma will have to try to pull the Shardbearer off Brune, so to speak.))) ((I'll hopefully have my characters figured out and posted by tomorrow evening. They're probably going to be related, surprise, surprise. 99% that one of them will be a Smoker, unless Dmitri creates one first (though s/he might be on the more minor/less active side).)) ((Enjoy the board game!)) ((Lol. Sure, Brune can dodge. I'm not sure if anything will convince the Shardbearer to spare him, but let's just go with it and see what happens. I'll try to type up a reply tomorrow. Excited to see your guys! Lol. I love writing sibling relationships too.)) ((Oh, and fun fact: So some of my Cosmere characters are loosely based on my historical fiction dudes. #stormlightargives #byjove))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 8, 2016 6:45:13 GMT
"Are you insane?" Kell leapt to his feet. "I'm no Smoker! They'll find us in an instant! Lord Ruler, woman..." He withdrew his knife, popped a container of peaches, and passed the can to Gali. ____________ "That would be lovely, Lord Chazan." Jove strode through the mansion, chest puffed up with pride. "Mommy and I shall await our carriage at the front gate." ____________ ((Introducing some new characters! Name: Rivven Pronunciation: RIV-in, ryhmes with driven. Gender: Male Age: 18 Race: Halfblood skaa. Occupation: Crewleader (Lurcher) Description: A weedy little fellow. Still has that stretched, growing-boy look. Rivvenās hair is the color of dead grass, and his eyes are sage-green with flecks of gold. Wears the patched clothing of a textile worker. The jacket is much too shortābarely covers his forearmāand several inches of ankle are exposed by Rivvenās trousers. Personality: Clever, responsible, but unusually self-conscious. Rivven has a lot to prove. He works hard to make up for his young age, and worries that older crew members will challenge his authority. History: Rivvenās early life was spent on the streets, first as a begger, then as a pickpocket, hunting for clips to take home to his family. Eventually he was recruited by a local thieving crew and discovered his Allomantic gift. Currently cares for his invalid father, despite their mutual dislike of each other. Weapons: Glass knives, dueling cane. Armor: Threadbare jacket and patched shirt. Abilities: Burns iron. Learns new skills quickly and speaks with articulate passion. Weaknesses: Very youngāperhaps too young. Still has a lot to learn about leadership. Phyiscal weight is important for Lurchers, but unfortunately, Rivven is thin as a blade of grass. Other: None.)) (( Lylyss : Looking forward to seeing Rivven in action! I'll see if I can get my character(s) up soon.)) One bluff called, one left to go. Gali pointed at Kell's knife and held his gaze. "What do you call that if not a weapon?" She padded toward him until the can was within arm's reach and took it from him. "Put the knife on the shelf where I can see it. I won't take it."
Chazan grimaced. "Let us begin your tuition in the arts of the nobility, Lord Jove. The proper title for a Terris steward is Master Vaht, not Lord. It does not prefix the steward's name and is used as a one-size-fits-all appellation." ((Um. I have absolutely no idea what to do. Kisma is woefully underequipped for a fight (which I deeply regret . . .), which is half the reason I didn't have her intervene sooner. (Sorry about that.) I suppose that, at this point, since the Shardbearer's released his Blade and both Brune and the Shardbearer are getting a bit tired out, she could theoretically try to get in between them (not necessarily literally, given the Shardbearer's last action) and try to talk the fight to a close. The issue would be if the Shardbearer crushes Brune before Kisma can do anything about it . . . any chance Brune can dodge/drop-and-roll one more time to avoid the crush and then Kisma can get in there? (If not, that's fine; it'll just mean Kisma will have to try to pull the Shardbearer off Brune, so to speak.))) ((I'll hopefully have my characters figured out and posted by tomorrow evening. They're probably going to be related, surprise, surprise. 99% that one of them will be a Smoker, unless Dmitri creates one first (though s/he might be on the more minor/less active side).)) ((Enjoy the board game!)) ((Lol. Sure, Brune can dodge. I'm not sure if anything will convince the Shardbearer to spare him, but let's just go with it and see what happens. I'll try to type up a reply tomorrow. Excited to see your guys! Lol. I love writing sibling relationships too.)) ((Oh, and fun fact: So some of my Cosmere characters are loosely based on my historical fiction dudes. #stormlightargives #byjove)) (( Leilani Sunblade : Should I introduce a Smoker as well, I doubt Rivven would mind. Having two Smokers is an excellent idea if the team wants to split its members into two groups. They can also trade metals if one runs out, give each other tips, and so on.)) (( Lylyss : Which of them? Jove? Based on whom?)) (( jliessa44: I imagine the time period as about halfway through the thousand-year reign of the Final Empire. I have a mostly complete plot summary online at archivesofcopper.blogspot.com.)) (( Lylyss: Counting minor characters, we actually have two Feruchemists, four Thugs, three Coinshots, two Mistborn, three named Inquisitors, one Tineye, one Rioter, and two Lurchers. ))
((Two new characters! I expect Raul to be my main one. Pater will play second fiddle. Name: Raul Pronunciation: RAUL Age: 25 Gender: Male Allomantic Alignment: Seeker Position: Skaa thief Race/Nationality: Skaa (Luthadel) Appearance: Short, stumpy, arms and legs like barrels. Raulās hairline is receding even at twenty-five years of age; he is irritated by the fact and wears a tattered bowler hat most of the time to conceal it. Raulās clothing is completed by a sleeveless shirt and trousers with patches at the knees and seat, but he occasionally wears a long coat. Weapons: A wooden crossbow made entirely without metal which shoots ceramic-tipped bolts. Raul invented the contraption himself; it does not shoot straight, and the bowstrings keep snapping. For close combat, Raul carries a duelling cane and a few hidden daggers. Personality: Suspicious. Careful. Raul is an avid planner and tries to include every possibility in his preparation. He often over-plans the crewās raids and ends up micromanaging the teams. When the crew members act on impulse or creative flair, they go into Raulās bad books. Abilities: By rights Raul should not have been a Misting. There is little noble blood in his history, and his parents and grandparents had no Allomantic ability. Raul takes great care to avoid mention of his powers to give himself the edge on other Mistings he fights. He burns bronze, enabling himself to sense the use of Allomantic powers. Weaknesses: Micromanages. Plans too long and often loses opportunities when he tries to reason them out. Needs someone reckless and free-spirited to balance him out in the teamās leadership. History: To be developed. Other: Raul introduced Pater to the thieving crew. Name: Pater Pronunciation: PAY-ter Age: 60 Gender: Male Allomantic Alignment: Tineye Position: Skaa thief; crew spy Race: Halfblooded skaa Appearance: Tall and skinny, Pater has a head of thinning snowy hair and a wafting white mustache. His trouser legs are perpetually stained by ash. Pater piles on as much clothing as he can find, grumbling about the cold, and can often be found with a blanket over his shoulders. Weapons: Pater carries a sharpened wooden dagger and a thin metal knife he uses to carve new ones. Personality: Amiable but stubborn. Pater gets along with people well but expects them to accept his quirks, including his tendency to grumble about the cold. He is a follower rather than a leader, but on the occasions when he puts his foot down, his obstinacy is immutable. He considers himself an expert on all fields of society due to his advanced age. Abilities: Pater is an expert at hiding himself in unremarkable places. He can curl up in the gutters and appear to be sleeping while burning tin to hear a conversation. He is legally allowed to beg and uses this ability to the crewās benefit. His mental acuity and skill with tin are practiced enough so that he can carry on a conversation with someone while memorising the words of someone speaking across the room. All in all, Pater is an expert Tineye. Weaknesses: Paterās constitution is not very strong, and he shies away from fighting due to his age. History: To be developed. Other: Pater has a paranoid fear of Seekers.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 8, 2016 13:14:33 GMT
(( Lylyss: Great. Thanks. I have no idea if we can keep him alive either, but we can do our best. And cool; which character is based on someone else?)) (( Dmitri Pendragon: Good point about the smokers. And cool characters.))
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 9, 2016 21:21:46 GMT
((Mmm. Three for the thieving crew. >.< I figure people always need muscle, so it's okay that Mil is yet another thug. Just let me know if there's anything that doesn't work. I tried to make them unique, so there's a chance it doesn't fit. Lol.
Name: Beck Pronounciation: Beck, like beck and call.Ā Age: 14 Gender: Male Allomantic alignment: Soother Occupation: Skaa thief.Ā Race/nationality:Halfblood Skaa Family: None that he knows or cares to speak of.Ā Description:Fairly tall and lanky. He's at the hobbledehoy stage where he's all arms and legs with big feet and hands and is still growing into his body. Fairly handsome except for a scar that puckers the skin of his right cheek running from his ear to his nose. Dark, almost black, hair, brown eyes. Thinner than he should be at his height. Has a slight lisp and rarely smiles even though he's a fairly happy person because his scar twists the smile into what he sees as a terrifying snarl. It's bad, but not as bad as he believes either.Ā Weapons: Deft hand at soothing, dueling cane that he's actually really really terrible with. Ā Ā Personality: Overall has a good heart and hates to see people in pain, but time has twisted him into something more self-serving than he was originally. Severely introverted. While he's friendly and charming, being around people really sucks the life out of him and sometimes he just has to pull away and take some time to himself or he'll break under the pressure. Self conscious, he has a tendency to work towards keeping attention off himself. Feels that he's better as a supporting member, than someone who takes the lead. Hates fighting, verbally or physically, and others' strong emotions make him uncomfortable. Longs to be needed so he often tries to make himself a key supporter so that without him everything tumbles. Truly just loves to learn more about people and draw them out of their shells because he cares about them, but is reluctant to share anything about his life. Ā Abilities: Sings really well, good storyteller, an overall charmer. Good at comforting others. The glue that holds people together if he feels people need to be held together. If he feels that a group needs broken up, he'll work towards that too. A little pain for a short while is better than a lot in the long run, or so he believes. Intensely loyal, but his loyalty can be lost if he is neglected for too long.Ā Weaknesses: Soft spot for children. Hates to hurt other people, but is willing to fight in self defense even though he would still rather flee. Not an amazing fighterĀ History: His father was actually the skaa and he never met the man, as far as Beck knows the skaa is dead. His step father was away for a year prior to his birth, which made him extremely unpopular with the man even before he was found out a halfblood. His older half brothers were cruel, spiteful, and jealous that their mother loved Beck more. They're the ones responsible for the scar on his cheek and reserved nature. While searching through their mother's diary at her death, they realize that Beck is half skaa. The younger two of the trio run to tell their father immediately, but the oldest feels guilty and warns Beck. He gets the boy out and onto the street with ten times more boxings than your average skaa would need. As a result, Beck works the thieving crews more because he's bored and wants the chance to protect someone smaller than anything else. Is still suffering from culture shock and adjusting to life on the streets a year after running away. He's not sure how his family explained away his death, and he's not sure he cares either.Ā They're a minor noble family, hardly worth mention in society, so it's not likely he'd ever be recognized for his past self, but with his scar he tries to avoid taking chances.
Name: Mil Pronounciation: Mill Age: Twenty Gender: Female Allomantic alignment: Thug Occupation: Skaa thief Race/nationality:Halfblood Skaa Family: Dev Description: Mostly muscle, but wears baggy clothes to hide it at Dev's insistence. Long blond curls, the one vanity she managed to keep with her brother looking over her shoulder constantly. Though... sometimes when he catches someone, especially a nobleman, looking at her too long, he'll cut her hair off in her sleep and make it look ragged and stringy. In a bid for compromise she's started wearing it pinned up beneath a bandana. Has several ear piercings, five in the right and six on the left. Her brother swears at her about them a lot, because what if the backing comes off and they fall out? But she ignores him and wears them anyway because she thinks they're pretty and if she's going to die, she's going to die earrings or no. Bright blue-green eyes, is very short. Barely five feet. But she figures five feet of muscle are better than six feet of limp noodle.Ā Weapons: A wooden staff tends to be her pick if she gets to pick. If not, anything heavy she can pick up and smash people with.Ā Personality:Bright, happy, cheerful. Definitely an extrovert and can't stand to be away from people too long. A girly girl, she likes pretty things. Especially dresses even though Dev tells her she looks like a cross dresser in one thanks to her muscled arms, small chest, and undefined waist. She usually just punches him and wears her drab Skaa dress around the HQ as much as she pleases. Even so, she knows Dev has a point in making her wear baggy men's clothing outside of their HQ so she goes along with it. While generally a happy optimistic person, she does harbor deep hurt and will sink into depression at times.Ā Abilities: Strength, clearly. Actually really good at make up, hair, and clothing. Can make just about anyone look noble if given enough time and resources. Staff and hand to hand combat are her strong points fighting wise. A decent people person, despite her tendency to solve problems head on with brute strength and sheer will.Ā Weaknesses: Has tunnel vision and will sometimes lose sight of the big picture while she's hunting down details. Squeamish about blood and so never really took to blades. She knows her way around with a knife, but she's not a knife fighter. Typically passes out at the sight of other people blood, unless in an emergency situation in which case she can usually power through it before passing out once the danger is gone.Ā History: Typical story. Her mom was a skaa slave and her biological father took a liking to the woman. Ā She would have been killed, except there was some house infighting and the nobleman was killed in a bid for power so no one found out about her. Mil's mother was actually married and had been for years. She'd carried several full blooded skaa children and wasn't even entirely sure who Mil's father was. At anyrate Mil's stepfather, her real father in her eyes, raised her like she was his and it was his death that caused her to Snap at eight. Dev was there when it happened, and since their mother had told him of her potential parentage (wanting him to protect her if the time came) he was semiprepared and managed to smuggle her to the city where they survived on their own before joining their first thieving crew. Both find it equally hilarious that most people assume Dev to be the misting when they first join a new thieving crew and avoid specifying who actually is when they join just so they can watch their new teammates fear when they go after Mil and she whups them, or when their leader tells Dev to cover such and such and he goes "But I thought you wanted a pewterarm there..." In his best puzzled tone. They still visit their mother who is managing to live older than most thought she'd be.Ā
Name: Ā Dev Pronounciation: Like Devon, but lacking the on.Ā Age: 32 Gender: Male Allomantic alignment: None.Ā Occupation: Skaa thief.Ā Race/nationality:Fullblooded Skaa Family: Mil.Ā Description: Short for a man, about five foot six. Generally tanned, average build. Brown eyes, usually goes bald or keeps his blond hair cropped very short. But usually bald because he doesn't like that he has bald patches from scars that are blatantly obvious unless he wears his hair long. And he doesn't like his hair long. Hunched posture, scarred hands and back from working in the fields his entire childhood.Ā Weapons: Unlike his sister, he's very good with blades and has a single blade made of jade that he stole from the noble family who used to own them.Ā Personality: Harsh. Has his hierarchy of people he's willing to risk his life for. Mil is first, his mother second, and the list isn't usually longer than that. Is something of a worrywart and is very pessimistic. That combined with a large dose of sarcasm gives him an acerbic wit that few people other than Mil can stomach. Brilliant actor, or he is usually. Grovels a lot better than his sister does, but he was eighteen when she Snapped and they left. Has a soft spot for Mil and is probably a tad too indulgent where she's concerned. That doesn't mean he goes easy on her though, no sir. Half her cuts and bruises come from him. He might let her have her earrings and her hair, but by the Lord Ruler she's going to know how to fight and fight well.Ā Abilities: Good knife fighter, good actor. Is actually pretty manipulative and has been accused of being a rioter, no such luck though. Has a decent set of sticky fingers.Ā Weaknesses: Fairly underfed because his gives most of his share to support Mil's increased metabolism. Has decreased range of mobility thanks to field overseers who used him as an example a lot since he was young, healthy, and male. Would sacrifice anything for his sister.Ā History: See Mil. ))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 10, 2016 2:22:48 GMT
((Love the characters, jliessa44. They're all awesome, and I look forward to seeing them in action.)) ((My characters will not be up tonight, as deciding how many I was making (and what their relationship was going to be- for a bit, I was thinking of making a father-and-grown-children set, and I'm still rather fond of the idea, though I'm leaning towards just doing siblings) took a while. And I'm still not 100% certain that what I'm currently settled on will be what I go with in the end. But I do hope to have these up tomorrow.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 10, 2016 8:15:21 GMT
((Brune conversation: Bwa ha ha.)) (( jliessa44: Looking forward to participating in a battle with you! I haven't really got to play alongside you much, so I'm looking forward to seeing how this thread develops with you in it. I've also added your characters to the RP database at the site I linked to above.)) (( Leilani Sunblade: Eager to see your characters.))
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 10, 2016 14:07:28 GMT
((Aw. Thank you. I'm looking forward to getting to rp with you guys too. Hopefully I can stick around and not kill this. >.<))
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 11, 2016 3:54:33 GMT
((Leilani and Dmitri: Lol. You guessed it. Jove is based on the unnamed Spartan protagonist in my spoof of the Illiad. ;) Love your characters, jliessa44 ! :) Really excited to get this plot going. Here's our target for the heist. :P Name: Nenva Seldon Pronunciation: NIN-va SELL-done Gender: Female Age: 25 Race: Noble Occupation: Professional socialite. Description: Small eyes. Small mouth. Puff-pastry complexion. Nenva twists her hair into writhing braids, piled on top of her head like a knot of snakes. Dresses in opulent silk, satin and velvet, but lacks taste. Infamous for clashing colors. Currently wearing an orange paisley gown with a border of pink chevrons. Personality: Musing, absent-minded. Always interrupting with off topic exclamations, like "Oh goodness, this cake is delicious!" "You have very pale skin," or "I found a new freckle on my face." Tries her best to make people laugh, but doesn't understand the mechanics of wit. Prone to sudden attacks of temper and melancholy. History: The youngest of seven children, Nenva has never been of any consequence to her family. Why bother? They had heirs enough already. For years she was shoved aside in favor of older siblings, but according to rumor, Nenva has finally Snapped. According to rumor, Nenva is a full-fledged Mistborn. Weapons: Carries Allomantic vials on her person. Makes no secret of the glass daggers hidden inside her sleeves. Armor: Has been spotted in a Mistcloak. Wears a specially-made gown, which allows her to fly over the rooftops without a wardrobe malfunction. Abilities: Rumored to be a Mistborn. Rumored. Nenva is either an unprecedented powerhouse or a gobsmacking con artist. Weaknesses: Nenva's lifestyle of dancing and nibbling petit fours doesn't keep her in shape. Not prepared for long-distance chases or hand-to-hand combat. Other: None. So I guess we're waiting for Leilani's guys now? In the meanwhile, I'll start brainstorming an introductory post for Rivven.)) ______________________ "Of course not. Why take my knife, when you have several of your own?" Kell popped another can. "Admit it. There are probably half a dozen blades concealed in your sleeves." _______________________ "And I can't be Mommy." Ollin added. "Call me 'woman.' Or 'skaa.' Or better yet, don't acknowledge me at all." That... didn't feel right. Jove paused, frowning. "So you're Master Vaht. And you're Not Mommy." No, no, no. He didn't like this one bit. "And I'm an all-powerful nobleman, right? As far as you two are concerned, my decision is law?" _______________________ The Heralds smiled upon Brune that day. He was not entirely crushed by the Shardbearer--several teeth popped loose and his head was dizzy from the impact--but he managed to wiggle out from under his adversary. Can't keep this up. That should have killed me. Thank goodness that Lylyss was attached to him. Brune staggered to his feet, sword trembling. ((Btw, Dmitri, sorry that I haven't replied to your email. Been kind of busy lately.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 11, 2016 16:51:46 GMT
((Leilani and Dmitri: Lol. You guessed it. Jove is based on the unnamed Spartan protagonist in my spoof of the Illiad. Love your characters, jliessa44 ! Really excited to get this plot going. Here's our target for the heist. Name: Nenva Seldon Pronunciation: NIN-va SELL-done Gender: Female Age: 25 Race: Noble Occupation: Professional socialite. Description: Small eyes. Small mouth. Puff-pastry complexion. Nenva twists her hair into writhing braids, piled on top of her head like a knot of snakes. Dresses in opulent silk, satin and velvet, but lacks taste. Infamous for clashing colors. Currently wearing an orange paisley gown with a border of pink chevrons. Personality: Musing, absent-minded. Always interrupting with off topic exclamations, like "Oh goodness, this cake is delicious!" "You have very pale skin," or "I found a new freckle on my face." Tries her best to make people laugh, but doesn't understand the mechanics of wit. Prone to sudden attacks of temper and melancholy. History: The youngest of seven children, Nenva has never been of any consequence to her family. Why bother? They had heirs enough already. For years she was shoved aside in favor of older siblings, but according to rumor, Nenva has finally Snapped. According to rumor, Nenva is a full-fledged Mistborn. Weapons: Carries Allomantic vials on her person. Makes no secret of the glass daggers hidden inside her sleeves. Armor: Has been spotted in a Mistcloak. Wears a specially-made gown, which allows her to fly over the rooftops without a wardrobe malfunction. Abilities: Rumored to be a Mistborn. Rumored. Nenva is either an unprecedented powerhouse or a gobsmacking con artist. Weaknesses: Nenva's lifestyle of dancing and nibbling petit fours doesn't keep her in shape. Not prepared for long-distance chases or hand-to-hand combat. Other: None. So I guess we're waiting for Leilani's guys now? In the meanwhile, I'll start brainstorming an introductory post for Rivven.)) ((Oooh. This should be an interesting heist.)) ((Also: Characters! Three of them, because they told me there's three of them and refused to accept anything else.)) ((Name: Calden Age: 26 Gender: Male Allomantic Alignment: Smoker Position: Skaa thief; merchant Race: Halfblood skaa Family: Westing, Tally (both adopted siblings) Appearance: Calden is, simply put, average- forgettable, even. Neither short nor tall; neither fat nor skinny; neither ugly nor handsome; he simply is. Pass him on the street and you'd never notice him; talk to him for an hour or so and you'd find you couldn't recall his face that evening. Even his usual clothing is average- a bit nicer than the average slum skaas'; not as nice as most merchants'. Weapons: Dueling cane with which he has middling skill. Not half-bad in a fistfight. Personality: Towards most people, Calden's personality is as ordinary and forgettable as his face: neither loud nor quiet, neither aggressive nor timid, neither especially harsh nor especially kind. It is, naturally, a front. Beneath, Calden is still reserved and a bit distant as his mask bleeds over into his personal life, but he tries to be friendly and genuinely cares for his younger siblings. He takes his responsibilities seriously, though occasionally he resents the fact that, while his siblings' giftings and relative lack of responsibilities keep them active, he rarely sees much excitement. He knows it's for the best- his skills are best suited to providing cover and safety for the others who are better in a fight- but it still grates on him at times. Abilities: Smoker Misting. Can easily see the big picture. Good acting skills (partially from the fact that he has a "mask" of sorts up most of the time). Can use a dueling cane or his fists fairly well in a fight. Weaknesses: Though he's capable in combat, he's far from the best. Isn't always the best with people either- he's never sure whether he's giving them too much space or not, and his tendency to stay neutral in an arugment can also make him seem more distant than he actually is. History: Calden inherited three things from his father: his allomantic abilities (they were both Smokers), his merchant's business, and his double life of merchant and thief-crewmember. Sadly, Calden's father died some three years ago of injuries sustained from a heist, but Calden carries on his legacy. (Further history TBD) Other: Will probably be a more minor character. Probably. Name: Westing Age: 23 Gender: Male Allomantic alignment: Thug Position: Skaa thief. Race: Halfblood skaa Family: Calden, Tally Appearance: Westing is, and always has been, the tallest and largest of his siblings (a fact which he lorded over Calden for quite a while, until Calden just stopped caring). Other than that fact, he and Calden look surprisingly like blood siblings- they share the same dark, not-quite-black, not-quite-brown hair, grey eyes, and unremarkable features. Weapons: Knives or his fists. Occasionally a cudgel, if the situation calls for it. Has a pair of hardwood strikers (like the ones from Ranger's Apprentice) that he uses to further up the odds in a fistfight. Personality: Westing jokes that, as the younger brother and middle sibling, he's practically required to be irresponsible, dramatic, and a troublemaker. Much to the relief of Calden, this isn't the case- while Westing is the most dramatic of the three and an unrespentant tease towards the people he considers friends or family (Tally in particular), he doesn't neglect his responsibilities to family or crew. And while he is a bit more impulsive than Calden, at least, he does try to think before he jumps into things . . . and if all else fails, he's nearly as good at getting himself out of trouble as he is at getting into it. He tends to live in the moment and doesn't really hold onto emotions or events for long, which can make it seem like he outright doesn't care. Abilities: Strength and accelerated reflexes from pewter, obviously. Good at improvising. Sense of humor good for relieving both tension and hopeless situations. Weaknesses: Can be overconfident and impulsive. Though responsible, would rather figure out for himself how to handle a task or situation, even if getting instructions would be the better option. Isn't always the most tactful person around, particularly when he's trying too hard to defuse a situation. History: Westing was adopted by his and Calden's father at age four, after their parents found Westing's birth mother left for dead in the street. As a result, he can't remember a time when Calden was anything other than his brother, and the two have always been close. Other: Name: Tally Age: 18 Gender: Female Allomantic alignment: Coinshot Position: Skaa thief and occasional con woman Race/Nationality: Halfblood skaa Family: Calden, Westing Appearance: Tally is about average height and size- a vast improvement from her stick-skinny self of not-quite-five years ago. She has brown eyes and dark brown hair, which she alternately lets grow just long enough to be socially acceptable and then braids and pins up so it won't get in her way or chops off around her ears when she's sick of dealing with it. She generally wears boys' clothes for safety and practicality, Weapons: Carries a pouch of clips and several steel vials at all times. Has an obsidian dagger that she filched before she was taken in by Calden's family and which she's still unreasonably proud of. Personality: Tally's personality has softened from the razor-sharp, unyielding, trustless girl she was five years ago. Now she's best described as good-naturedly grumpy: she might glower a good bit and grumble about people, and she still doesn't trust quickly, but she means well enough, and she's more likely to throw something harmless than throw a knife when people (particularly Westing) are annoying her. She has a bit of a competitive streak and always seems to want to prove that she can keep up with everyone else, no matter how much older, stronger, or more experienced they are. She can be outright nice- saccharine sweet, even- but if she's doing that, it probably means she's trying to pull a fast one over someone. Abilities: Steelpushing powers. Capable with her dagger, and not afraid to fight dirty. Sneaky. Survival skills from living on the streets. Weaknesses: Jumps to conclusions. Tends to be argumentative. Desire to prove herself often leads to her getting in trouble. History: Tally doesn't talk much about her past- partially because of her natural instincts, partially because once she was comfortable enough with Calden and Westing and their father to talk, she didn't want to remember. But they know she was raised mostly on the streets, they guess from age four or five on up. She was about thirteen when she was taken in by their family, at a point where she was too injured to have survived on her own- which is why she stayed long enough to learn to trust them.)) The Heralds smiled upon Brune that day. He was not entirely crushed by the Shardbearer--several teeth popped loose and his head was dizzy from the impact--but he managed to wiggle out from under his adversary. Can't keep this up. That should have killed me. Thank goodness that Lylyss was attached to him. Brune staggered to his feet, sword trembling. Oh. Good. The Shardbearer's Blade was gone; she had a chance of handling this now- of talking both men down . Before either man could make another attack, Kisma darted in between them so any more fighting would have to go either through or around her. "Right. You two have both had your chance to go at each other with pointy bits of metal. Now could we possibly try to solve this like civilized people, without anyone dying in the process?" She paused, though not really long enough for either to reply- success, she suspected, depended on not losing momentum. "Yes? Wonderful. Now, I think this was based on multiple misunderstandings, and I suggest that the best possible solution here is that Brune goes back to the village with all his limbs intact, you-" She pointed at the Shardbearer- "carry on with whatever you were planning and promise that the village won't be attacked by the main army anytime soon if you can stop that from happening, and I at some point get an answer or two about what's going on. And then we're all reasonably satisfied, if not totally happy. Acceptable?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 12, 2016 2:00:50 GMT
"Of course not. Why take my knife, when you have several of your own?" Kell popped another can. "Admit it. There are probably half a dozen blades concealed in your sleeves."
"And I can't be Mommy." Ollin added. "Call me 'woman.' Or 'skaa.' Or better yet, don't acknowledge me at all." That... didn't feel right. Jove paused, frowning. "So you're Master Vaht. And you're Not Mommy." No, no, no. He didn't like this one bit. "And I'm an all-powerful nobleman, right? As far as you two are concerned, my decision is law?" Gali snorted. "You think so? If there were knives in my sleeves I'd have thrown one through your eye by now. Through the glass and all." She shook her head and retreated to the bed, where she sat cross-legged and sniffed the peaches. Kell wouldn't have poisoned them. With her pewter, she could survive poison, and he wouldn't have had time. She dug a peach out of the can and licked the syrupy preservative off before eating the peach itself.
"Ollin is correct," Chazan said. "Call her woman if you absolutely must address her. For the purposes of this ploy she is your servant." He paused and glanced at Ollin behind Jove's back. "Let me put it this way, Lord Jove. While we are in character in public, your decision is law. But please, do nothing to break the act. Ollin, would you fill him in on the rest of the details?" He bowed. "I will prepare your carriage now, my lord."
Raul bit his tongue as he copied the outline of Keep Fosca onto a blank sheet of parchment. The place was a fortress. Secret passages surrounded every major room, the ballroom and dining hall especially. He shook his head and marvelled. No wonder the raid a few days agoāViss's crewāhad failed. Failed dramatically. Raul twirled his pencil between his fingers and stared at the wall of the safe house. Perhaps Viss would be open to joining Rivven's crew now that her own had been decimated. But not yet. The Fosca Allomancers would still be on Viss's trail. If she could survive until the next crew attacked, he might offer a place then. Should Rivven agree, of course. He sighed and burned a pulse of bronze out of habit. None of the crewmembers in the room were burning metals. A good sign. He extinguished his own and returned to his sketching.
Pater sat in the gutter with his cloak drawn about him. Black ash dusted his white hair. He ran a veined and spotted hand through his hair, brushing out the flakes, and huddled deeper into his cloak. Down the alley, a murderer stalked. Not coming for him, thank the Colours. No, the blind boy asleep at the end of the streetāif he truly were blind, of courseāwas this man's target. Pater closed his eyes and burned tin. Suddenly the murderer's controlled breathing sounded loud in his ears. A rat ran past, then vanished beneath a building. The blind boy shifted in his sleep and sighed. The murderer's footsteps paused, then drew closer. Almost silent came the sound of steel against leather. A dagger being drawn. Pater had heard the sound thousands of times. The murderer stooped over the boy. A whoosh of air, a dying gasp, and the murderer collapsed on the ground with his own knife embedded in his chest. The boy uncurled himself and reached for the knife. The murderer gasped, struggling to move, but the boy put a finger to his lips. He grasped the knife and pulled it out, then slit the man's throat. Pater nodded to himself. Yes. Yes. A clatter of metal. The boy had dropped the knife. Pater frowned and opened his eyes. The blind boy groped his way along the wall away from the murderer, away from Pater. Why hadn't he taken the knife? Knives were good for most occasions. Pater knew that well enough. He shrugged and sank deeper into his cloak. Ah well. The boy's life was his own. For now. Oh. Good. The Shardbearer's Blade was gone; she had a chance of handling this now- of talking both men down . Before either man could make another attack, Kisma darted in between them so any more fighting would have to go either through or around her. "Right. You two have both had your chance to go at each other with pointy bits of metal. Now could we possibly try to solve this like civilized people, without anyone dying in the process?" She paused, though not really long enough for either to reply- success, she suspected, depended on not losing momentum. "Yes? Wonderful. Now, I think this was based on multiple misunderstandings, and I suggest that the best possible solution here is that Brune goes back to the village with all his limbs intact, you-" She pointed at the Shardbearer- "carry on with whatever you were planning and promise that the village won't be attacked by the main army anytime soon if you can stop that from happening, and I at some point get an answer or two about what's going on. And then we're all reasonably satisfied, if not totally happy. Acceptable?" The Shardbearer stood and folded his arms, both hands fisted. "I will not concede to demands." He pointed to Kisma. "You, on the horse." His finger moved to Brune. "You, back to the village." Then to Daradin. "Get out of my sight."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 12, 2016 3:12:28 GMT
((*will put up a post for the Mistborn-heist plot sometime tomorrow because her ideas aren't quite cooperating just now and she really should be in bed anyway*)) ((Also, as a quick question: I'm assuming that Rivven probably hasn't shared the details of the next job with anyone except Raul yet. Is that a reasonable assumption? Or should I assume they're aware of what the next job will be, but plan-making is still a thing that needs to happen?)) Oh. Good. The Shardbearer's Blade was gone; she had a chance of handling this now- of talking both men down . Before either man could make another attack, Kisma darted in between them so any more fighting would have to go either through or around her. "Right. You two have both had your chance to go at each other with pointy bits of metal. Now could we possibly try to solve this like civilized people, without anyone dying in the process?" She paused, though not really long enough for either to reply- success, she suspected, depended on not losing momentum. "Yes? Wonderful. Now, I think this was based on multiple misunderstandings, and I suggest that the best possible solution here is that Brune goes back to the village with all his limbs intact, you-" She pointed at the Shardbearer- "carry on with whatever you were planning and promise that the village won't be attacked by the main army anytime soon if you can stop that from happening, and I at some point get an answer or two about what's going on. And then we're all reasonably satisfied, if not totally happy. Acceptable?" The Shardbearer stood and folded his arms, both hands fisted. "I will not concede to demands." He pointed to Kisma. "You, on the horse." His finger moved to Brune. "You, back to the village." Then to Daradin. "Get out of my sight." "That wasn't a demand," Kisma muttered. "That was a suggestion." But as he'd agreed to it, more or less, and that was the important bit. So, she moved obediently towards the horse- though she didn't climb back on in case Brune decided to do something else foolish.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 12, 2016 3:19:48 GMT
((On your question, Leilani: Ask Lylyss.))
The Shardbearer's glowering faceplate swivelled to face Brune.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 12, 2016 13:40:09 GMT
((Well, the question was directed at anyone who had an answer, so . . .))
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 13, 2016 0:41:00 GMT
Rivven dragged a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and strode into the room. Was anyone there? Yes, he recognized one man. Short. Barrelish. Scratching on a piece of paper. Unfortunately, the rest of the crew had yet to arrive... What if they never did? It's still early. No reason to panic. But so much was at stake. This would be their first meeting, since receiving Rivven's anonymous job offer, and everything rested upon his ability to pitch the heist. To convince other Mistings that Keep Seldon was a profitable venture. Be cool. Calm. Professional. He approached the stumpy man and offered a hand to shake. "You're Raul, right?"
((Why don't we (initially) frame this around Kelsier's first crew meeting? People walk in, introduce themselves, and then Rivven will share his master plan. It'll give us something to start from.))
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((I'm running a fever at the moment, so I think I'll save the other threads/subplots for tomorrow, after I've had a little sleep.))
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 13, 2016 0:58:23 GMT
Beck entered in quietly. He'd hoped there would be other people, well enough that he could slip out unnoticed if he needed to.
No such luck.
There were two men in the corner talking to one another, so he clasped his hands behind his back. Instead of walking over, he took the opportunity to examine his surroundings before he was acknowledged and had to begin the slippery work of joining a new thieving crew. Without noticing his hand strayed to the scar that lined his cheek. The more superstitious of his last crew blamed him for their losing streak saying he was bad luck.
Maybe he was. But he was restless and bored. Being raised by his mother had left him distinctly useless for menial work, and he hadn't the head for being a merchant. That left him with thieving crews.
((Oh dear. Get some rest.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 13, 2016 1:35:06 GMT
(( Lylyss: Sounds good. And yes, definitely get some sleep- I hope you feel better soon!)) Tally scowled slightly as she followed Calden through the outer door of the safehouse. For all her efforts the last few days, she'd been unable to find any real clues about who had sent them the note offering them a place on a new thieving crew- and that made her uncertain whether to be worried or reassured. On one hand, it could be a trap. On the other hand, whoever had sent the message could just be professional- or else a fairly unknown entity. Either was possible. Calden glanced back at her as they mounted the stairs to the meeting room. "You can still back out, you know." Tally huffed at him. "You and Westing are getting into this. I'll end up part of it whether I want to or not." Somehow, she always did seem to end up a part of most of the jobs they went on. And, if she was being honest with herself, she was a bit curious." Calden shrugged, but she thought he was pleased. "Just saying." They reached the top of the stairs and entered the meeting room. Three men were already there- two no older than Tally herself. Calden headed straight for the last man, who Tally guessed was probably the crewleader offering the job. Tally, for her part, opted to remain by the door, watching.
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 13, 2016 2:00:03 GMT
Beck turned to look at the new people and moved over to speak with the girl- young woman actually. "You look happy to be here."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 13, 2016 2:08:10 GMT
Tally eyed the boy- young man? he seemed younger than her; by how much she wasn't certain. "Thrilled. Obviously."
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Post by jliessa44 on Mar 13, 2016 2:15:49 GMT
"Think it's a bad idea?" He rocked back and forth on his heels, one arm tucked behind his back as though he would bow and the other raised so he could trace his scar absently.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 13, 2016 2:24:01 GMT
Tally shrugged. "Don't know enough to tell yet." She slid one hand into her right-hand pocket, fingering the clips and other bits of miscellaneous metal she kept there. "Do you think it's a bad idea?" If she was lucky, he'd know more about this job than she did- the crewleader hiring them hadn't exactly given very many details.
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