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Zella Calomine
Noble Misting
Contact: If both appealing to Zeus and the smoke signals didn’t work, maybe you should try PMing me.
Type: Noble
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: Calomine Plantation in the Southern Dominance.
Occupation: Allomancer bodyguard
Relationship Status: Looking for a husband
Metals Used: Tin
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Hidden
Zella is a slight girl with pale skin and dark eyes. Her hair is long, wavy, and dark brown. She wears long sleeves most of the time to hide her fighter arms. Her face is rounded and her smile is rather cheeky, although that could just be because she’s cheeky to Silvan. She’s an elegant young woman and she has a sweet face, except her eyes. Her eyes are intense and very deep, both in color and in metaphor.
Adding to her slight body-frame, she’s also quite small. Her hands are long and thin, almost those of a pianist. Though she is slight, she is not flat, and beneath all her skirts her stance is that of a fighter. There’s a lot a dress can hide. Her preferred method of hiding is taking people’s eyes to other places. She does a lot to bring out her eyes and tries to bring the attention to her face. She also likes to wear very low-cut clothing, again to bring attention away from her very muscular body.
Strengths: Zella is genuinely charismatic. In contrast to her brother who has to work to be charismatic, Zella just talks. She knows how to talk to people, and loves it. She thrives when in an argument, or a debate, which helps the family. She’s also had intensive training in hand-to-hand combat, and has a very unique, though blunt, fighting style.
Weaknesses: She’s stuck up, temper mental, and looks down on everyone, mostly to make up for being part of such a weak house. Just like her brother, she makes enemies easily. When not in a social situation she gets moody and likes to break Silvan’s nose. It looks good on him.
When she was eight she was beaten to see if she was an Allomancer and nothing happened. That was partially because she had been expecting it and partially because she was not beaten hard enough because they didn't want to accidentally kill or maim a young girl who looked so frail. Later, after she had snapped, very few people could figure out why the beating hadn't worked, but at the time of the beating, everyone was disappointed.
She went on being a verbal punching bag for two years until her parents were killed, supposedly in a carriage accident. Zella had been much closer to her parents than Silvan had, and the deaths struck her harder. She shut herself up for months and when she finally emerged, she had snapped. When the rest of the family discovered that she was a Tineye and the first Allomancer in their family in generations they were all very excited. All except Silvan. Silvan was incredibly jealous and Zella took every opportunity to rub it in. The universe had given her a way to get back at her horrible brother for all the years of verbal abuse and she intended to use it.
As the only Allomancer in the family, and despite her being a Tineye, she was immediately initiated into a training that taught her everything she needed to know to be a bodyguard. It was unusual for a Tineye to become a bodyguard, even in her family, but it was tradition for the Calomine heir to have an Allomancer bodyguard, and, as was said before, she was the only Calomine Allomancer. When she was twelve she dislocated Silvan's shoulder after he had made a particularly nasty comment to her.
When she was fifteen her brother came and told her that they were leaving in two days and she needed to be packed in time. The excuse he gave her was that they were going to be the Calomine presence in Luthadel. She was not disappointed. Once in Luthadel she wouldn't have to always be around Silvan, and the prospect of being with other 'civilized' people made her happy. She was, however, skeptical of Silvan's excuse. She eventually got the real reason out of him and was shocked, and mildly disgusted, to find that she had Skaa blood in her. Silvan presented them both in society at the same time and Zella tried to act like the rest of the women there. She slowly grew less violent, and learned how to subtly manipulate like the rest of the nobility. She’s currently looking for a husband and spends much of her day at social gatherings, and much of her night training.
Because her Allomancy training was so combat-based she discovered that tin was not as useless as people claimed. Her heightened awareness when she was burning it meant that she could tell more about someone by just observing them, and she can read physicality and facial expressions masterfully, sometimes even to the point of knowing how someone is going to attack, but only in certain cases. She became an expert at mentally singling out senses, and though she is not a savant, she burns tin constantly.
Zella knew that Silvan was there before he even knocked. She constantly burned tin, if only a little bit, even though she’d been warned against that. It was never a strong burn, and so she didn’t see the problem. It amused her that Silvan still knocked before entering. She turned to face him, rolling her eyes. He was so severe and angry. “I assume you’ve heard from grandfather?”
“I have. I wanted to let you know that you’re officially looking for a husband starting tonight. Make it someone rich.” Silvan said and she could tell that he was going to say something about the dress. “Isn’t that a little bold?”
Zella snorted softly. So predictable. “As you said, I’m looking for a husband. Don’t I need to be a bit bold?”
“You have a point.” Silvan admitted, souding reluctant. “God help the man who wants to marry a half-blood freak like you.” He added and Zella bristled with anger. Silvan could be such a hypocrite sometimes.
“So when’s my half-blood brother planning on marrying. You’re the one who wants to save the house so badly. Why don’t you marry someone rich as well?” She said, trying to keep the anger out of her voice.
Silvan glared at her. “I have other, more important duties to attend to.”
“Ah yes.” Zella smiled sweetly before turning back to her mirror and picking up a hairbrush. “Like that Skaa prostitute you were with last night. Very important.” She had decided that in this moment, it was better to just infuriate him.
“The point is, Zella, that you need to behave tonight. Our image needs to be good if this is to work.”
“Of course, big brother. Anything for the house.” Zella said sweetly, and rather sarcastically. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to house to succeed, but her brother irritated her. “Now leave. I need to finish getting ready, and you very well can’t go to a ball in that.” She gestured behind herself at his clothing and smiled to herself. “That vest still has a stain on it.” She pointed out, knowing that it was one of Silvan’s favorites.
She could hear the angry noise he made and knew he would protest, so Zella turned her head over her shoulder and waved him towards the door. He left the room with a roll of his eyes and she sighed when he had closed the door. Pulling the brush through her hair she thought about marriage. The man would probably be insufferable, but deep down, they all were. Hopefully he wouldn’t be to irritating. Anyone was probably better than Silvan. She sighed again and set the hairbrush down. Tonight would be stressful.
Edited by MozytheHealer, 17 September 2013 - 08:30 PM.
However, there are still a couple more things that I'd like to see addressed before I can cast my vote. One is something I forgot to mention while she was in the Workshop, and another is something you added since then.
