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#2857375 Lirian Vastinand

Posted by Talrax Vastinand on 26 January 2011 - 11:56 PM in The Mists

I made quite a few edits here. I changed her love of the skaa into more of an...interest in the skaa. I made her more fundamentally weak, giving her no one to lean on but taking all of other people's problems on herself. I took away some of her more oustanding features, like having an inordinate amount of knowledge. I made her more believable in that she is only truly knowledgeable in a couple areas of, writing and the feminine arts. There are other things that I may have edited that I can't remember. If so feel free to point them out.

#2856663 Lirian Vastinand

Posted by Talrax Vastinand on 26 January 2011 - 12:50 PM in The Mists

Hey guys, it's Talrax, Lirian is one of mine, as you can tell, but I accidentally put her under Talrax's profile. Just letting y'all know. And if you need me to change it just tell me (although I don't know how) :) .

#2856631 Lirian Vastinand

Posted by Talrax Vastinand on 26 January 2011 - 11:48 AM in The Mists

Player Information
Handle: Talrax
Contact Information: [email protected]

Character Information
Name: Lirian Vastinand
Type: Noble
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: Vetitan
Occupation: Tutor for Women
Relationship Status: Single

Powers: Allomancy
-Type: Misting
-Metal Used: Brass
-Degree of Skill: Advanced
-Status: Known

Appearance: Lirian is of average height (5?5??) and while she is not known for being overwhelmingly beautiful, many say she is very pretty. She has dark, flowing hair that has ripples like the surface of a newly disturbed pool of water. It goes down about two inches past her shoulder and is well taken care of. Her eyes are regarded as one of her most outstanding features. They are of the clearest blue, a blue that would be unnatural in any other form and, what she calls, a light burst around the irises, like when a door is closed and the light shines out around the darkened frame. Her face is made up of soft lines and looks slightly like a rain drop turned upside down, however her chin is more rounded and feminine. Her nose is smallish but fits her face well and her lips are full but not protruding.

Her body is slender and in a slight hourglass shape. She is by no means sensually curvaceous or tempting; however she is not plain in any form of the term. She is known as quite a beautiful girl but she does not do anything to accentuate her looks. She wears very modest clothing with necklines the go slightly under her collar bone. However, she likes to wear vibrant colors that reflect her personality: yellows, oranges, pinks, purples, etc., anything that reminds her of something happy.

Special Skills: Reading, Writing, Learning, Observation, Understanding Emotions, Consoling

Strengths: Lirian is a very adept young woman. She loves to learn. She also loves to teach, more even than learning. She knows several things from writing to science, from fashion to warfare. She can talk to anyone, to some extent, about almost anything. But her strongest subjects are that of writng and the feminine arts. She is very intelligent, loving, sweet, kind, and trusting. She loves people and always believes the best in them. She is an optimist. She is very good at reading people and knowing what is wrong with them, and these feelings she tends to Soothe away.

Weaknesses: She is very na?ve when it comes to people. She believes that people will always do the right thing in the end even when they have given her no reason to believe that. Her optimism often surpasses realism to the point where she will deceive herself into believing that only good will happen when it is obvious it won?t, and when it doesn?t she is crushed but continues in her optimism. Her confident and perky attitude makes her feel like she needs to Soothe everyone?s negative emotions away, injudiciously. Some find this to be annoying and insulting and therefore avoid her at all costs. She also has many underlying pains that she has not addressed and none but Talrax know.

She also believes that everyone desires to be happy all the time. While this may not seem to be a weakness, it causes her to Soothe everyone all the time. This puts her in a moral quandary. Should not people be allowed to feel for themselves and to experience their own pain? Well she does not feel so. She feels that everyone must want to be happy all the time, so it is her responsibility to give them that.

Lirian does not have many close friends. This is partially because she is so nauseatingly peppy, partially because most people do not like their emotions constantly Soothed, and mostly because she spends most of her time studying, learning, and helping people where she can. Also, she finds that she has an inability to trust people and be open with them, which, when added to that fact that she takes everyone's problems on herself, leaves her very vulnerable and and without someone to lean on.

Personality: Despite her morbid past, Lirian is a very happy and outgoing young woman. But there is more in her core than just that. She is actually very, very depressed inside, but she manages to cover it up so well, that sometimes she even forgets about all of that. When she does have to remember her pain though, she puts it aside, acting as if it weren?t there, and puts on a fa?ade of happiness. She loves to spend her time in the mists. They calm her when she is feeling down or when her fa?ade is cracking and she needs a respite.

She is a very smart and witty girl and she enjoys conversing about her many facets of knowledge. She enjoys reading, writing, and teaching the feminine arts above everything else in her life. They give her a sense of fulfillment that she can get nowhere else. When she is not doing one of those three things, she goes out into town and tries to help whoever she can. Although it would be frowned upon by other nobles, she tries to help what skaa she can by Soothing away their pain and trying to make their livesa little bit better. In fact, she even has quite a slight fondness for them. She finds the skaa to be very intriguing although she would never openly admit it.

History: Lirians?s story begins with the marriage of Evonn Vastinand (the younger brother, and only sibling, of Gerhard) and Surina Montablan. They were married eight years after Gerhard and Tarah and for no political purpose. They lived in Vetitan with Gerhard and Tarah in the House Vastinand. Together Evonn and Surina had two children, Pristan and Lirian. Pristan, the firstborn, was born two years after their marriage and near to the same time as Talrax. However, he died shortly after his birth due to a lung defect that caused his lungs not to be able to take in enough oxygen to feed his brain. Lirian was born three years later, at around the time when Talrax Snapped, with no problems.

Lirian was quite an intelligent child. She learned to walk at six months, was speaking somewhat coherently by her first birthday, and was beginning to learn her letters by the time she was potty trained. Even at a young age Lirian was upbeat and energetic. She liked to laugh and to play jokes on her father and spend time with her mother doing ?woman things?, but most of all she loved to learn new things. Her parents noticed this at a young age, so they asked a family friend, who also happened to be a tutor, to spend some time with Lirian whenever he could spare it. And so he did. Not soon after he started visiting, her parents noticed a shift in Lirian. She became enthralled with the man. She would follow him and ask after him when he was gone and when he was there she would spend all of her time with him: asking him questions and listening to the stories he told her. She now remembers how much she loved spending her time with him, although she can no longer remember his name.

Soon after Lirian turned four, Surina became pregnant with yet another child. However this pregnancy was nowhere like Lirian?s. Surina complained of constant cramps and pain, as if she were on her cycle, which had lasted for four weeks. Upon consulting a physician and a midwife she was told that nothing was wrong with the pregnancy itself and that it may just be due to the placenta attaching awkwardly. They consulted her to continue with the pregnancy. Months passed and still the pain would not go away. In fact, it worsened. Upon consulting with them again they told her that it may just be due to the baby sitting in a strange position in her and that there was nothing to worry about. They couldn?t have been more wrong.

Surina woke up screaming the night after her second consultation. Something was seriously wrong. The baby should not be coming yet. It was only six months into its term. Evonn was already up and helping her by the time Lirian made rushed into the room. ?Mommy! Are you ok?? she asked as her daddy was doing all he could to make Surina comfortable.

?Everything?s alright, baby, go back to sleep.? Her daddy had said to her, fear in his voice.

?What?s wrong with Mommy? Is she going to be alright?? She felt like her whole world was shattering, although she didn?t know why.

?I?I don?t know, darling?? Evonn looked lost and confused.
?I?ll go get someone?? She was cut off as one of the maidservants rushed in to help Evonn. She ran out of the room, tears welling up in her eyes, and began to look for someone to help her. She saw her Uncle Gerhard and cousin Talrax running down the hall toward her.

?What?s wrong, Lirian??

?I don?t know, Uncle Gerhard. Something?s happening with the baby inside Mommy.? She said forcing back her tears.

?Damn! Not again!? Gerhard had lost his wife two years prior birthing their fourth child, Marah. ?Talrax, you run and get Honren up and tell him to fetch the midwife!? With that Gerhard rushed into the room and Talrax ran off.

Lirian stood in the hallway outside of her parent?s room. She heard screams coming from her mommy?s room and decided she didn?t want to go inside. Besides what would it matter? Everything would be alright anyway, so she could just wait in the hallway. She sat against the wall and curled her legs up near her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.

Several long minutes passed before the midwife came, looking tired and upset for having been woken up. As soon as she entered the room however, she stiffened and she ran forward. Honren and Talrax walked up behind her, both looking down, and while Honren entered the room, Talrax sat next to Lirian and put his arm around her. He didn?t say anything, but he just held her to his side, sadness in his eyes. That was when Lirian started to cry. She knew then that something was terribly wrong for if her big, older cousin Talrax was sad, then something must be wrong.

Time seemed to pass by excruciatingly slow as Talrax and Lirian sat there, his arm around her, and nothing seemed to be happening. Then they heard a blood-curdling scream and four people yell out in shock.

?NO!!! Surina!!! No!!!!? She heard her daddy yelling.

?Lord Ruler, DAMN IT! Not again!? This was Uncle Gerhard?s voice. She could hear his tears in his voice. Then a they heard scuffling and Gerhard saying, ?Get him out, Honren!? More scuffling and she saw her daddy brought out of the room by cousin Honren.

Lirian stood up and rushed to him. ?Daddy, what happened? Is everything alright?? She knew even before she asked the question what the answer would be. She had just hoped that everything would turn out?

?Lirian?my darling little girl?? He was crying, ?Your Mommy has?she has??

?Become a part of the mists, darling.? Uncle Gerhard finished his sentence for him. ?She has decided that she wanted to join the freedom out in the mists. But she wanted us to tell you something,? He bent down and scooped her up and hugged her really close, ?She wanted us to tell you that she loves you and that she wants you to be happy for her, because she?s always wanted to be a part of the mists. She said that she wants you to remain the happy girl you are and never let that go away. Do you think you can do that??

Soft tears fell down her face as she nodded her head. ?That?s a good girl, Lirian. Now,? he set her down, ?go give your daddy a hug. He is going to miss your mommy a lot.? Lirian ran over to her daddy and gave him a hug.

Years passed from that day, and Lirian grew into a beautiful young lady. She had surpassed many of her tutors in her studies and found them unfulfilling so she started to tutor herself by reading whatever she could get her hands on. The Vastinand library was not vast so she found herself making friends just to get into their family?s libraries. She was doing just that the day she Snapped. She was around ten at this time and although most nobles beat their children at the age of six to find out if they are Allomancers or not, Daddy had said that that is not the Vastinand way. If a child is to be an Allomancer, he said, it should be something that is found unintentionally, like a surprise, for surprises are much better than expectations and disappointments.

She had been walking through town, talking to one of her new ?friends?, asking her if she needed help with her studies, when an elderly skaa woman slipped in nearby alley way and yelled out. Lirian, being the young woman she was, ran into the alleyway to help the old woman; however, what she found there was more than she had bargained for. Four skaa men were attacking the older lady, hitting her and kicking her, yelling something about getting their boxings.

They looked up when Lirian ran into the alleyway, looked back again at each other as if contemplating the stupidity of their next action, and then stalked forward menacingly. She tried to run from the scary men but they were quicker than her. They grabbed her and pushed her onto the ground, asking what she had seen. She was crying and saying that she had seen nothing.

When one of the men gave her a slight opening, she dashed forward trying to escape, but again they were too quick and they grabbed her. She kicked out and hit one of the men between the legs. He screamed in pain while his friends pull Lirian back into the alleyway. Then the man she kicked came up to her and hit her. When she cried out, they taunted her, slapping her and kicking her so that she would cry out more. Then she started screaming, and that?s when the blows started. The men hit her so hard she couldn?t even fathom the pain. Blow after blow came and her mind started to go numb, feeling only pain and anguish.

That?s when she felt something snap, and it wasn?t a bone. It was something inside of her that had been latent for her first ten years that now came forward. Her body began to instinctively burn what trace amounts of brass she had in her, and the men started to lose some of their fire through the general Soothing. The stopped hitting her and looked at each other incredulously and then they bolted. They ran toward the mouth of the alleyway but they were too late. Lirian?s friend had run to get the guards when Lirian screamed out and a group of six guards had come with her to help depose of the men. Five of the guards grabbed the men as they tried to get free, while the sixth ran to Lirian and picked her up. Then she fell unconscious.

When she woke up she found herself in her bed, bandaged and sore, her father sitting next to her. She couldn?t move her legs for they were in some sort of cast, and her arms and chest hurt immensely, however something else was different from before. Not only was she in pain and feeling slightly broken, but there was some form of light in her. Some form of power that she could touch and then use. That was when she found out that she had the power of a Soother.

Years passed and Lirian grew taller, more beautiful, and surprisingly, even more intelligent. She was fifteen now and it was time for her introduction to noble society. She went to her first ball and found herself amazed at the grandeur of it all. However, that first ball also made her stop and think about the lives of the skaa for the first time. How can we live like this, when the skaa are downtrodden and dying in the streets? Why doesn?t someone do something. They may not be human or even comparable to the nobles but still they were alive and therefore deserved some modicum respect. She wanted to do something to help them, and that is when she decided she would use her Allomancy in order to provide them with slightly better lives.

Four more years passed in which she further developed her mind, her Allomancy, and her love for helping people. She found herself spending more time in the streets than she did at home: doing what she could for poeple, using her Allomancy, and providing a hand to those nobles in need. She also began to teach younger women in the feminine arts: dancing, wearing dresses, and have good courtly manners. She loved teaching young girls these things for she was able to see their improvement every week and she could see the good that it did for their self-esteems.

She loved her life with her father; they spent all of their free time together, talking and laughing, sharing stories and just enjoying every moment together they could get. He didn?t even mind that she liked to spend her time providing assistance to those she could. In fact, he encouraged it. He seemed to believe that if Lirian felt that she needed to help people that she should do it and maybe she could even better herself by doing so.

It was at the peak of her happiness that yet another terrible thing happened. Uncle Gerhard died, and although he had not done much lately and Talrax had been carrying the house, it had been positive morale for the house to have a living head. Her own father, who had always looked up to and loved his older brother deeply, was thrown into despair. He lost much of his playfulness and fire that he had contained before. Lirian tried to talk to him about it and all he said was, ?He was what had kept me sane?all those years ago?? and that?s it. She tried to distract him but nothing worked.
She devoted her life to her father after that. Seeing to him and fruitlessly trying to cheer him up.

Evonn never got better. He had lost everyone in his family though, so it made sense. His parents had both died years ago in a canal boat raid, his sister, Larell, had died from sickness, his only son had died right after birth, his wife during birth, and now his brother from sickness and depression. All he had left was Lirian, and who knew how long that would last? Their family seemed to be cursed. Everyone had died from something or other, none living to see a natural death.

His mind began to break as all of this death rotted the core of the man who he used to be. Lirian tried her best to save him, but she found he worsened day by day. When she found him with a knife up against his chest one day, she decided that she would never leave his side, even at night. She slept on the ground next to his bed, lying awake for as long as she could each night, waking up early every morning to make sure he was still ok.

This went on for a year, until one night when she fell asleep and didn?t wake up until the early afternoon, due to the stress of having pushed her body with minimal amounts of sleep. Her father was gone when she woke up and upon frantically looking for him she found a note that said simply, I have gone the way of the mists. This broke Lirian?s heart. She cried for days, all that had mattered in her life was gone, and now she had nothing. She was shattered, her happiness thrown into the pits of despair, her life broken like a stained glass window that had been hit by a rock. She was nothing but an empty shell and she felt herself going into her own personal hell. Then Talrax found her and he sat with her, as he had all those years ago, and he put his arm around her. He spoke no words but Lirian found comfort in his just being there. Talrax saved her that day. Saved her from the same doom her father fell to.

Things were hard for Lirian after that point. The solace she had thought she had found in her mother?s death was now shattered and she began to question her worth. Why did Daddy killed himself? Am I not good enough for him to have a reason to stay alive? What did I do wrong? These thoughts, and many like them, would consume her every day. She found it hard to be happy after all the pain that she had had in her life. After all the suffering she could not find a way to be happy.

It wasn?t until several months later that she remembered the simple lie that her Uncle Gerhard had told her. ?She has become a part of the mists.? A lie that she had since known to be untrue, but why had he told it to her? Why had he not just told her that her mother was dead? Doesn?t even a child deserve the truth? And as she pondered his reasoning, an answer occurred to her; maybe he wanted her to have something by which she could find solace, a respite to the pain, a way to just let it all go and feel that feeling of comfort again; that comfort may be a lie, just a false statement to help console a little girl, but at least it was something in the midst of all this.

And with that lie she did indeed find some modicum of comfort once more. She found with it the ability to go on, to strive forward and a reason to live. As more time passed, Lirian grew to be happy once more, never to the extent that she once had been, but sometimes she even found herself forgetting about the pain. And as the years passed she found a way to move on, found that helping people, being of service helped console her through all her pain. As the famous philosopher Terbal Entinesi said, Only a life lived for others is a life worth living. And with that quote in mind, and with a mask of happiness on her face, she found a way to live on despite her pain; through service to others.

She is now twenty-four.

Roleplay Sample

Lirian stood in the mists. They moved around her, hugging her, brushing her cheek, rubbing her arm, giving her the support she needed at the moment. Sometimes when she was out in the mists she could even hear them telling her everything was alright, reminding her that her parents would always be in her presence. She could almost feel her parents with her at times. It was as if they truly had become part of the mists. As if the lie were actually truth and they were right here, standing beside her, holding her, caressing her, and loving her as they once had. She knew it was a lie, but she couldn?t help but feel?happy again when she was in the mists.

?Lirian?? It was Talrax. ?Lirian, dinner is ready, if you wish to come eat.?

She did not turn. ?Why didn?t you just send the maid to tell me Talrax??

?Because I haven?t seen you in days, and I wanted to come and see if everything is alright with you?? He trailed off the way he usually does when he asks a question without actually asking it.
She turned, ?How do you do it, Tally? How do you just pretend that none of it happened??

Talrax smiled, ?Oh Lirian, come here,? he pulled her over to him and into a hug, ?Do you want to know how I really do it Liri? How I really make it all go away?? She nodded. ?I don?t. It?s always there, bubbling under the surface, just waiting to boil over. I just keep a lid on it, Lirian. But it?s always there, and I always feel it.?

?Talrax, that?s not really helping me.? He never really had been all that good at being a comforter. He always seemed to say the thing that she didn?t want to hear. Why couldn?t he have said something like ?It all gets better someday, Lirian.?, ?Having good friends will make all of your pain go away.? or even something like, ?Here, Lirian, take this bottle of wine and drown your problems in it. That?s what I do.?? But that just wasn?t his way and she knew it. He was very honest and practical (and doesn?t drink) so of course asking him to be the comforter wouldn?t be the best choice. She was the one who burned brass, not him.

Sometimes she wished she could use it on herself, Soothe her own troubled emotions, but then again that was kind of what she did by being happy all the time. She dampened all of her other emotions and let the only one left, happiness, consume her. But it was exhausting work that. It took all of her energy to pretend that she had no worries and no cares, but she did do an exceptionally good job at it. Most people wouldn?t ever know that Lirian had all the problems she does just by looking at her face and talking to her in passing. In fact, she was almost certain that no one knew about what she went through other than Talrax and Kuowem, their Terrisman Steward.

She stood in Talrax?s arms for a moment longer, enjoying the comfort they gave her and then she pulled back to look at him. She had to crane her neck to see his face. He really is a big man. He was a foot taller than Lirian and she felt like a child when in comparison to him. Maybe that was why she felt so comforted in her arms?or maybe it was because he looked strikingly similar to?

?Hey, Talrax,? she pulled out of his arms and went back to where she had been standing, still facing him, ?Why did your dad lie to me all those years ago? About my mom dying?
Talrax laughed just slightly. ?You wouldn?t believe me if I told you.?

?What? Why??

?He told me it was because it was something he had always believed. He believed that when you die that your spirit, your?essence becomes a part of the mists.?

Lirian felt skeptical, ?Why did he believe that??

?He tried to explain it to me once. He said, ?Have you ever noticed that the mists float around in discordance? Never really following the same order or pattern? Not even really like one part of the mist is related to another?? ?No Dad, not really.? I had said. ?Well look at it sometime, son. It?s very intriguing. Also, you?ll notice that if someone is burning a metal, it seems attracted or repelled by them. I think that?s because the dead like good people and stay away from the bad.? Now I have still never seen that last thing my dad said about it being repelled by the bad, but I find myself more and more convinced that there?s some truth to what he said.?

?So you?re delusional, too, huh??

Talrax chuckled at that.?It?s not about being delusioned,

Lirian laughed at that, ?Delusioned, Talrax? I?m pretty sure that?s not a word.?

Talrax looked at her with a smile,?Did you understand what I meant??

?Yeah, but??

?Then it?s a word. Regardless, it?s not about being deluded Lirian. It?s about simple belief. Whether it?s true or not, it helps, it consoles, it gives us the strength to live through adversity. My dad always said that while the Lord Ruler may be our god, The Sliver of Infinity, that he still believed that our dead became the mists. It gave him hope.? He paused for a minute. ?Do you know what happened to our grandparents, Lirian??

?Yeah, they were killed on a canal boat during a raid. Dad and Uncle Gerhard were really young.?

?They were just slightly younger than us, Lirian. In fact, my dad was twenty-two when they died, the age I was when he died. And look how far they came? My dad used the hope that this false belief gave him, hope for the future and for better things, and look where we are now. We are a successful house in the Southern Dominance, with hopes of soon moving up to Luthadel. We are successful and, not just that, we are alive. That really says something to me. And so to answer your question from earlier, I guess that?s how I get through it all: the pain, the misery, the sheer anguish, I get through it all by having faith in something my dad believed. Something fake, yes, but something that gives me hope and comfort.? He paused again for a second, lost in thought. Then he seemed to snap out of it, ?Anyway, Liri, the food?s on the table if you want to eat.? He started to walk away.

?Tally?? He turned around. She ran and gave him a hug. ?Thank you, Talrax. I love you.?

He smiled, ?I love you too, Lirian. Now smile for me, and make it a real one, not one of those fake ones you wear all the time.?
She smiled the best she could and she found that this time it was real. For once in a long, long while she was actually smiling. Talrax kissed her forehead and walked back into the room and out of the door.

Lirian stood in the mists a while longer. Letting them swirl around her and caress her once more. He really is a good man, my cousin. I?m lucky to have him. She thought about what he had said about the dead being in the mists and about hope. She thought that was crazy, there was no proof that they went to the mists?but, then again, who cares? That wasn?t what it was about. It wasn?t about proof or no proof. It was about just believing regardless of its validity. She stood there pondering his words and realized that she believed it too. She knew it wasn?t real but still, she believed it.

And as she thought that, she thought she could almost feel them, standing with her in the mists.

#2854109 Talrax Vastinand

Posted by Talrax Vastinand on 23 January 2011 - 07:56 PM in Retired Characters

I took away his ability to hear heartbeats, as that is a skill a savant would have, and I left him with the ability to see the difference in people's body make up when they is lying, like dilated eyes or slight twitches, and smell the difference as their perspiratation increases.

Also, I changed this line "Both were highly skilled Allomancers but that would not keep their house from falling." to this " Both were highly skilled Allomancers for their age but that would not keep their house from falling."

#2852131 Talrax Vastinand

Posted by Talrax Vastinand on 21 January 2011 - 08:10 PM in Retired Characters

EDIT: I changed a few gramattical errors, I changed Tarah's midwife to a lesser noblewomen and the apprentice to an assistant midwife (who is still Skaa), and I changed the line, I chose a Steel Ministry Obligator for a reason, to, I chose a Canton of Orthodoxy Obligator for a reason, because at the time I wrote this, I had forgotten that the Steel Ministry was the religion. I also added some more to Marah's birth scene and changed the Talrax/ Lord Coverian exchange. Also I removed the link to House Tekiel, not realizing the need to converse with other players about it first. (The Vastinand's wouldn't really use the family tie anyway.)

#2850734 Talrax Vastinand

Posted by Talrax Vastinand on 20 January 2011 - 11:36 AM in Retired Characters

Player Information
Name: Talrax
Contact Information: [email protected]

Character Information
Name: Talrax Vastinand
Type: Noble
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Vetitan
Occupation: Head of House
Relationship Status: Single

PowersType: Misting
Metal: Tin
Skill: Advanced
Status: Known

At about 6 feet 5 inches in height Talrax towers over the rest of his peers. His is an almost exact approximation of his dead father. He has brown hair, cold, blue-gray eyes, and fair skin. Due to both genetics and practice, he has the build of a warrior, with wide shoulders, large arms, and a square jaw. His face is made up of hard lines, sharp angles, and his eyes are permanently set in a hard, thoroughly examining look. He rarely smiles and when he does it leaves rapidly. Talrax tends to stray from the fashionable look and sticks with closely cut military uniforms that range from black to gray.

Special Skills
All areas of combat, observation, politics. Talrax Snapped at three years of age when he fell off of a second story balcony and plummeted to the ground. Ever since that day he has been burning tin and has become so proficient at it that he can even tell when someone is lying to him by the sound of their heartbeat.* He is not a savant but he does have quite extraordinary skill with tin. He is also a master in several forms of combat, ranging from swordsmanship to archery to bare-hand combat. He has also been trained as a hazekiller, so he is able to hold his own against an Allomancer of any type (other than a Mistborn).

*I have asked multiple times that this trait be removed as it is not an approved ability for non-savant characters. I appreciate your efforts to change it, but it appears this mention of it was missed, so I crossed it out. -Camille

Talrax is a master at negotiations and seems to have the uncanny ability to make any deal work. His closest friends (of which there are few) like to say he could sell metal to the Lord Ruler himself. This strength has allowed him to keep his house alive at a time when they should, for all other reasons, be failing. Talrax also is very intelligent and very diligent. Once a task is set before him nothing can stand in his way to getting it finished, exactly the way he wants it to get done.

He is also a very adept at reading lies. His tin helps him sense lies by the way someone's body moves or even slightly twicthes as they lie. He can also notice very slight eye movements, like small dilations, and if the person is particularly skilled at controlling their body moevments, he can smell slight perspiration increases, which are more difficult to control.

Talrax is colder than ice. He has very few friends and those he does have find him to be intimidating and even somewhat cruel. Talrax is untrusting of every man and woman he meets and finds it nearly impossible to ever entirely trust anyone with anything. That is the reason he is still single. No woman can ever get close enough to him for him to even consider courting her. He is standoffish, aloof, and for all intents and purposes, a loner. But he prefers it that way. However, he finds that it makes it difficult for him to improve his house?s economy by being that way. He also struggles with many personal issues that no one knows of but him and a select few.

All one has to do to understand Talrax?s emotions, is to look at his face. He wears his emotions on his sleeve. If he?s angry, you know it. If he?s happy (which he rarely is), you know it. If he?s upset, you know it. However, emotions and personality are not the same thing, although they do coalesce. Talrax?s true personality is quite different from what he seems. He is quite caring and loving of those around him, including his family and friends? and even the Skaa to some small extent. He enjoys sitting outside and reading during the ashfalls and at night he loves to roam the mists. But he is pained. His life has been filled with pain ever since he was little. He wears a fa?ade in order to hide the despair he feels, despair that he cannot shake and no one can comprehend.

Talrax?s story begins with the marriage of Gerhard Vastinand to Tarah Erikell. They were married young and for no other reason than love. Together they had a total of four children, three sons (Honren, Mivral, and Talrax) and a daughter (Marah). Honren was the eldest, then it was Mivral, then Talrax, and the youngest was Marah. All four children were handsome, intelligent, and well-behaved noble children, and very surprisingly they all ended up being Allomancers. Honren was a Pewterarm, Mivral a Seeker, Talrax a Tineye, and Marah was the family?s only full-fledged Mistborn. It seemed a miracle that all four children had ended up as Allomancers, however this miracle would soon become a curse for it would doom the whole family to destruction.

Talrax was three when he Snapped. He had been playing with Honren (who was twelve at the time) and Mivral (who was seven) when he fell off of the balcony?s railing, which he had been sitting on, and he fell toward the rock pathway in the garden beneath him. He hit the ground hard, breaking both of his legs and several of his ribs on impact. Later, when he was being seen by the family?s physician he was given a vial of metals to drink just in case the impact had Snapped him, and they found that he was capable of burning tin. Oddly enough the tin saved his life, because it kept him lucid when he should have been unconscious and in a coma which he might not have risen from.

When Talrax turned five, Marah was born. It was supposed to be one of the happiest days for the Vastinand Family for they finally had a daughter to marry off for political purposes, however the day turned into a tragedy. The childbirth went horribly, horribly wrong. Talrax remembers well the things that occurred that day.

They were standing in the hallway outside one of the bedrooms room in the Vastinand mansion. Gerhard was pacing back and forth, waiting to hear the news about the child. The regularly calm and collected man was anxious and scrambled. The door to the bedroom opened and the apprentice midwife walked out.

?Lord Vastinand?I have some?uh? terrible news?your wife is having severe complications with the?uh?birth? the assistant midwife said, the words stumbling out of her mouth. ?We don?t?we don?t know if she?ll live My Lord.?

Gerhard stood stunned, pain clearly evident on his face, as what she was saying sank in. His face contorted from pain to extreme anger in seconds.

?Well let me tell you something, you Skaa scum, if she doesn?t live you will find yourself hanging by your neck for so long, the birds won?t have anything left to feast on! Understand?!? Gerhard yelled at the assistant, her eyes growing wide with fear.

?But?My Lord?? she didn?t have time to finish her sentence for Gerhard had backhanded her across the face. She fell to the ground crying.

?Get in there and save her life, you imbecile!? She ran back into the room at slammed the door. Gerhard stood for a moment, tears forming in his eyes, and then he slumped to the ground in despair. Honren, Mivral, and Talrax all ran to him as he sat on the ground crying, shaking in despair.

?Daddy,? Mivral said, ?what?s happening??

?Nothing son?? he was able to choke out, ?nothing?s going to happen??

?Clearly, Dad, clearly nothing?s going to happen!? Honren yelled. ?They just said that as a joke right?!? Honren was fuming, his fourteen year old body shaking with anger. ?They just said Mom?s going to die, but of course, what do the doctors know right?! Something is going to happen, DAD! Mom is going to die!? Honren punched the wall near him and wood splinters flew into the air as pewter fueled his body.

Gerhard jumped up in anger and rounded on Honren, ?Now you listen to me, little boy, when I say nothing is going to happen, that means that nothing is going to happen! Do you understand?! I am your father and you will listen to me, and believe as I say!?

?Well if you weren?t such an idiot, Dad, maybe we wouldn?t be stuck here in Vetitan, with these mediocre noblewomen that pass for phyisicians. Maybe we would be in Luthadel, where someone could actually do something for Mom and make her better. Maybe if?? He was cut off as the door to the room opened. The midwife walked out, covered in blood, and her assistant hid behind her. They both had looks of despair mixed with terror.

?I am sorry. Your wife, My Lord, did not survive the birth. She passed from loss of blood, however?? Gerhard hit her across the face so hard she fell the the ground. If she had been a Skaa he would have killed her then and there. Upon seeing this, her assistant (who just happened to be a Skaa) bolted, but not fast enough to escape the sword that Gerhard Pushed at her. She fell, the sword sticking between her shoulder blades. Gerhard looked at each of his sons? horrified faces and walked into the bedroom.

The scene was horrific; blood covered the sheets and was dripping onto the floor. Tarah was lying in the bed, pain still etched on her too white face. Gerhard walked over to her body, ignoring the blood, and sat next to her, putting his hand on her face. He bowed his head and cried into her bosom, letting all of his pain and anguish out. Talrax had never seen such throws of pain and passion from his father. He had just assumed that his father had had no emotions. Clearly now, that assumption had been wrong.

The midwife ran in, face red where Gerhard had slapped her, "The baby, My Lord! Where is she?"

Gerhard looked up incredulously, "How should I know, woman?!"

"I gave her to my assistant...she's right here." The baby was in a bundle of blankets on the ground near the bed.

The midwife examined her, "My Lord, she is having complications!We need to deal with it now!"

Gerhard hopped up, blood on his hands,"Well then what are you wating for? Do it, woman! Do whatever it takes!" The midwife unbound the blankets and pulled the baby out. She was barely breathing and began to turn blue. The midwife prodded and examined the baby in only a way a physician could. Minutes passed.

"I...I don't know what to do, My Lord. There doesn't appear to be anything wrong other than her breathing...I can't figure out how to help her..."

Gerhard stood in despair for a second looking at his sons. Then a thought occurred to him, ?Honren! Run and get me a vial of metals! Now!? Honren sprang up and ran supernaturally quick out of the room and was back within ten seconds.

?Here Dad!? He handed the vial to Gerhard, who uncorked it and forced the alcohol solution down the baby?s throat. Nothing happened. The midwife gave Gerhard the baby, tears streaming down her face. Nothing happened. The baby girl began to turn a deeper shade of blue. Nothing happened. Gerhard slumped against the wall in despair, holding the bundle close to his chest. Nothing happened. All three sons looked down tears falling from their eyes. And then Gerhard yelled out.

?Look! She?s breathing!? And indeed she was. The color began to flood into the baby?s face, her breathing evened out, and she opened her eyes. Gerhard knew then that a Mistborn had been born to him?only at the cost of his wife and one true love.

Seven years passed with no major occurrences. Talrax was now twelve and was so adept at using tin that he could block out all other senses except the ones he needed and he could even block out all distractions from what he need to be focusing on. However he never had anyone with which to spend his time. Honren was always busy with his friends or his lover, Mivral was off training to become an Obligator, and Marah was too busy learning to be a Mistborn from her mentor. Therefore, Talrax spent most of his time alone: reading, studying and doing pretty much nothing other than playing with the family?s dog. Talrax found that he hated being alone all the time, so he often tried to spend time with his father, however something had changed in his father five years before, and now the only thing Gerhard did was work on deals and make sure their mining business was still thriving. It seemed as if the things Honren had said to him all those years ago had made Gerhard want to get them into Luthadel so badly that he would do nothing else but work. But Talrax wasn?t interested in that kind of thing. He was interested in math, bugs, and the Skaa. He had never really understood them. They looked so much like him but they were forced to be his servants. How would anyone even know if they were Skaa or Noblemen? Why hadn?t the Skaa just made themselves noble? These questions consumed Talrax every day. He hoped he would someday find the answer.

During that year another tragedy in the family occurred, Honren was killed in an attack made by another house who was the Vastinand?s main competitor. They had attacked the house at night, hoping to get to Gerhard while he was asleep, so that they could topple the Vastinand house and end all competition. However, thanks to Talrax?s skill with tin, he heard them coming in the night and sprang out of bed to wake up his dad and brothers. He found Honren first and told him of the oncoming attack. Honren sprang into action, alerted the house?s hazekillers, and rushed off to fight the attackers. Talrax then woke up Mivral and Gerhard and rushed to wear he knew the attackers to be. By the time they got to the fight however, it had already ended. Five of the house?s fifteen hazekillers were dead and eight were wounded. The attackers were all dead or gone and among those dead they found Honren. Although he had been wielding a wooden shield, he had been shot through both the neck and the forehead with coins, wounds that not even pewter could heal.

The family was again sent into despair; their firstborn, the heir to the house, had been killed. Gerhard lost all will to continue fighting his way into Luthadel and was bedridden. Within a few years the house was all but collapsing, and nothing was being done to save it. By this time Talrax was fifteen and Marah was ten. Both were highly skilled Allomancers for their age but that would not keep their house from falling. Therefore, Talrax took control and started to try to bring his house back their former glory. However, he had not even been attending balls yet so he did not understand the politics behind all of the house dealings and therefore he found it difficult to keep the house from collapse. Somehow, though, he just managed to do it.
He started attending balls, and he seemed to have a natural affinity for political affairs so by the time he was eighteen he had already brought the house back to where it was before Honren had died. Life was difficult for him though. He had no one to talk to. No friends to confide in. When it came down to close, personal relationships, he found them hard to manage and therefore tried to avoid them at all costs. He found himself time and time again alone in his father?s study, working out the next day?s meeting, or balancing the family?s accounts, or managing the workers his family employed to mine for them.

He never had time to actually chat with people nor have any real friends, so even when he did have some small semblance of free time he spent it training in the combat arts. He learned to fight with the sword, the cane, and any other impromptu weapon he could find. He found that he excelled in archery due to his skill as a Tineye and so he practiced that also. He trained in bare-hand combat just in case and on top of it all, he had one of the house?s hazekillers train him to fight Allomancers. With all of this combat training, he soon found himself with a warrior?s body, and this, included with his father?s good looks, made it somewhat difficult for him to do business at balls, for he would be followed incessantly by large groups of giggling girls. He never paid them much attention though. Women were a distraction from what he needed to be doing. Saving his house.

Four years passed and his father got sick and died, leaving the house with no head. Therefore, at the young age of twenty-two, Talrax assumed control of the house, although he basically already had, and named himself the house?s head. That following year, Marah went missing at the age of eighteen. She had left a note on her bed one morning notifying Talrax that she was leaving and would not be returning. Where she was going, however, she did not say. That left him and Mivral as the only two living Vastinands, however as he had not heard from Mivral in four years, he just said that he was the only Vastinand left. Five more years passed and nothing else of import occurred.

Talrax is now twenty-seven.

Roleplay Sample

Talrax looked into his fellow nobleman?s eyes and could see his lie. He could smell the way his body produced slightly more perspiration as he lied.

?Really, Lord Coverian? Your family can?t make the payment on the metals this month because your wife is sick and your business is failing? Is your Mistborn also deaf, dumb, and cripple, your father?s ghost haunting your house, and the Lord Ruler dying??

?I am not lying to you Lord Vastinand. My weapons business is truly failing. The Hastings are buying us out in all of our areas.? Talrax did not need tin to know this lie.

?Lord Coverian, do you think me a fool? I know what is happening with your family. You are at war with another house, Lord Coverian. I have been watching your house's movements. You have been fighting back and forth for months now and you are not winning. Don't give me these lies. I find it insulting." Lord Coverian sat stunned, fat mouth moving, but no words coming out.

?Please, we have had an?issue as of late, Lord Vastinand. Our enemies have attacked us for no reason." A lie, but one he would wait to piont out, "and we are running out of both Allomancers and Hazekillers?please understand?we have had to spend all of our money on paying new ones to take their place and it has left us nearly bankrupt.? This was the truth.

?Well I am sorry, Lord Coverian, unless you find a way to pay me for my shipment, you will find yourself without imported metals and with an Obligator to answer to. A house war is no excuse for you not paying me the money you owe me. Now I do not care what you have to do to get me my money. Just do it.? Talrax stood and walked out of the room, knowing Coverian would try to talk to him again, leaving the downtrodden lord to sit dumbfounded.

Is that what I have become? Merciless, uncaring, something that all of my peers fear? But what other choice do I have? If I allow every sad story to influence my decisions regarding business then I will soon find myself with a sad story of my own. I am just doing what is best for my House?or what is left of it anyway. Talrax walked down the stairs from the third floor and went into his library. He picked up the third volume of The Final Empire: A History and continued reading where he had left off last night.

Noblemen and Skaa, while both living humanoids, are fundamentally different. Noblemen were crafted by the Lord Ruler to be superior to the Skaa in every way. They are taller, built for combat, more intelligent, and more capable at thinking and comprehending than Skaa are. They are also the direct source of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler crafted into their very blood. Skaa were built to serve, they have a high tolerance for heat and little need for food. They are less intelligent, having only a third of a Noblemen?s mental capacity, and cannot comprehend anything other than simple commands and guidelines. Skaa however do seem to have a capacity for containing Allomancy, however only if given the power to them from Noblemen who are uncaring AND WILLING TO DIE. Skaa are the pack mules?

Talrax stopped reading. This still did not answer his question as to why the Skaa didn?t just rise up. From what he had seen of them the differences really weren?t all this vast, although he had never talked to many Skaa, they seemed to him to be fairly intelligent. They did not look much different than him (the clean ones anyway) and they talked similarly. So what made them so different?

?Lord Vastinand. I?m sorry to bother you, however, Lord Coverian wishes to speak with you before he leaves??

?Just as I thought he would, Kuowem?? Kuowem was his Terrisman that he had purchased a few years back.

?Very astute, master. He is waiting for you by the front door.?

?Thank you Kuowem."

"Do you wish for any assistance, master?"

"No thank you Kuowem, just relax for a while and I will go talk to him.?


?Yes relax. Your people can relax, can?t they??

?Yes we can?but it is not often that we are told that.?

?Well I am telling it to you now. Go do as you wish for a while.?

?Thank you, master.? Kuowem bowed and walked out of the room
Talrax walked to the large, wooden front doors. ?Unless you happen to have had some sort of windfall, Lord Coverian, I have nothing left to say to you.?

?I was wondering if this will cover my payment?? Lord Coverian pulled out a small bag filled with something. Beads.

?Atium, Coverian? Where did you get so much atium?? Talrax, who knew this was the lie from earlier, looked intently into Coverian?s eyes and saw something?some sort of stress?

?I knew I would need them just in case my ruse failed?so I brought them along with me.? His pupils dilated slightly as he lied.

?Where did you get these beads Coverian??

?What does that matter to you?! Take the beads and let me go of my debt!?

?Did you steal them?? Talrax spoke harshly, watching and feeling for a slight difference in the man's body.

?No?? His body quivered just slightly. Another lie.

?I will not take them Coverian. I do NOT need Inquisitors down my throat because you decided to steal some atium. Now get out of my house before I notify them of your sudden ?windfall?.? Lord Coverian walked away in a huff, got in his carriage, and slammed his door closed. He rode off down the street.

Talrax walked around the side of the house where an Obligator sat waiting just in case Talrax should need him. Talrax always called Obligators to wait during his business meetings, just in case. This one was a semi-important Obligator, he did have very intricate tattoos but they did not extend all the way back across his head.

I chose a Canton of Orthodoxy Obligator for a reason. I knew something was wrong.

?Did all go well Lord Vastinand??

?No. Lord Coverian tried to pay for his shipment in stolen atium. I trust this is useful information??

?Yes it is. Thank you, Lord Vastinand.? The obligator reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bag. One with beads. ?This is a thank you from the Lord Ruler for your honesty. Use it wisely.? And with that he left.

Sorry Lord Coverian, though I think you?ll wish that you had died in one of those well-deserved attacks by the time they are done with you?