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Niklaus Venture - Noble Coinshot

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#1 Noelle

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Posted 18 January 2014 - 02:13 AM

This dude, he's a Venture, so here I am, making him. His name is Niklaus because he's one badass dude and he deserves a badass name. It's pronounced Nick-klOWs
Only his appearance is done right now but I wanted to have him up \o/

Niklaus Venture

Noble Misting


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Name: Niklaus Venture
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Papa Wolf
Relationship Status: Widowed




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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Steel
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Known




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Standing 6'6", Niklaus is extremely tall, however he is not burly or overly muscular. Indeed, while his shoulders are broad and his chest large, his long limbs give him the look of a shorter man who was stretched to be the height he is.

Niklaus's face is weathered, but still handsome. Even features and a strong jaw lend his face a certain level of nobility. His dark gray eyes are set deep beneath thick eyebrows. His hair is long for a man, dark brown and curly, and tends to be stringy and unkempt, as if it could really use a wash. He doesn't go clean shaven like most nobles, but lets a ghosting of stubble grow on his chin.

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Naturally, Niklaus outed himself in spectacular fashion.

It was supposed to be a simple matter: escort one Lord Herrick Venture, the key business man in a business deal Sureau and its ilk did not want to see happen, to the keep. Ellsworth had suspected Sureau might try to have him assassinated, so he sent a contingent of men backed with Allomancers, Niklaus was among them. He was masked, of course, to protect his identity, or at least as much as one could protect the identity of a six and a half foot man affiliated with House Venture. In a group of tall men though, perhaps he would not be recognized. Sadly that was not to be, for Ellsworth had not foreseen one crucial detail of the Sureau's attempted assassination.

They had paid off the carriage driver.

Instead of turning where he was supposed to the man swerved in the opposite direction and was soon in an extremely crowded area that the Venture contingent had to bull their way through. Niklaus understood what was happening, and when he saw men on the rooftops ahead he knew he had to take action. The choice between keeping a low profile and serving his House was an easy one, and Niklaus jumped over the crowd in one frantic flare of steel, soaring in broad daylight how he was so used to doing in the mists. Several minutes travel was made in only seconds and he landed on top of the carriage as it came to a stop.

Niklaus thought quickly, if the men had any sense they'd be using stone tipped arrows to stop him from just pushing their missiles away, and no doubt there would be foot soldiers to pull the man out of the carriage and kill him. This was not an envious position to be in, but he didn't have to win. All he had to do was stall for the few crucial minutes it would take the rest of the Venture contingent to arrive, he wouldn't even have to do it alone, there were two other Coinshots who had to be on their way over.

Sure enough one landed next to him as the archers let fly their arrows, and while Niklaus was already scrambling off the top of the carriage the other Coinshot was still finding his balance. For his ill-timed steel jump the other Coinshot earned several arrows to the torso and he went down with a gurgle. Wonderful. Two Coinshots against however many men Sureau had decided to use to kill Lord Herrick Venture.

He had a few seconds to strategize while the archers took aim, the first order of business was to get rid of the stupid mask. He couldn't see clearly and the people who were now fleeing screaming probably recognized him anyway; he tore it off without a second thought, erasing any doubt who he was to the few remaining that saw his face. The second thing to do was to kill the carriage driver, but when Niklaus made to do just that he found that the third and final Coinshot had arrived and taken matters into his own hands. He was heaving the body off the carriage when Niklaus got there, and as the man held the reins to keep the horses from moving he got an idea.

"Drive off, now. I'll take care of the archers." He told the man, who was still masked.

"My thoughts exactly." the man replied, and snapped the reins across the horses' backs.

The carriage raced away, and the men who had been running forward to attack it were mostly diverted, chasing after something they would never catch. Now, it was time to deal with the archers, before they could get another volley in. Niklaus Pushed himself upwards just as they let fly again and the arrows broke uselessly against the cobblestone of the road. The men on the rooftops were already diving for cover when Niklaus let fly his coins, but there was precious little to be found; these buildings had not been made with battle in mind.

He wasn't sure how many he'd killed or injured, and as he had to spin to do the same to the other side of the street he didn't get a chance to check. However the archers were well and truly stopped by the time he landed on the ground once more, or at least all but one tenacious fool who shot an arrow that cut a furrow through Niklaus's right arm. He sent a few coins screaming through the man's head and focused his attention on the footmen.

They were running after the carriage, so he launched himself into the air again and started peppering their retreating backs with coins, dropping some. Soon he had to stop his efforts when the Venture contingent caught up and overwhelmed the footmen. Leaving them to their battle Niklaus went to see if he could take any of the archers alive, but after checking both rooftops found only dead men. Some he hadn't even killed, their throats had been slit by their own people as they'd retreated to keep them from spilling any secrets. It was unfortunate, but the important thing was that Lord Herrick still lived.

Ellsworth, while happy that Niklaus had saved Lord Herrick, was not as happy when the rumor mills suddenly became full of people talking about how Niklaus Venture was a Coinshot.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he remarked, his expression oddly seeming simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Herrick is safe, and that's what important, but Lord Ruler, man! You put on quite the show for them, didn't you? There'll be no covering that one up, that's for certain. Well, at least you gave them a fine demonstration of Venture's strength in the process. You're a living example of that now, so see that you act the part."

It was the best Niklaus could have hoped for, so he took the new duty on with as much grace as he could muster. He couldn't help being annoyed, however, that he wasn't allowed to go Steelpushing himself around the city during the day. Yes there were certain social restrictions one had to follow, but he was outed; why pretend to be a normal man when he was decidedly not? It would also keep him from ever being late to an appointment, but no matter, Niklaus was content to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Edited by Noelle, 19 January 2014 - 05:45 AM.

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#2 MozytheHealer

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Posted 19 January 2014 - 03:32 AM

First off, I love how everyone here can just look at an actor and say 'Yup, he's a Venture'. It's really awesome.

I really like the scene in the history. It's super detailed and cool. I'm interested to see more of the background for that scene, such as age and experience and stuff. The set up of some responsibilities that I am sure carry on through his lifetime is really nice(mostly him being an example of Venture strength). That's not the kind of thing to be taken lightly, and I'm interested in seeing how you work with that.

This isn't quite as long as I'd intended, but I'm waiting for some more stuff to be revealed as you write him.

PCs:

Delve, Silvan Calomine, Zella Calomine, Liss

Renette Deveaux, Marceline Dumont

Isabelle Sureau, Gisela Sureau,

Adalaide Getrue, Oliver Martel,

Grandell Tekiel, Yvette Valcier,

Katryn Domaille

WIPs:

Ranee, Delacey,

Theodoric Getrue, Kyl,

Vanessa Venture, Cedric Hallieau

Cordelia Morel, Kennith Fathvell

NPCs:

Issa Calomine, Randall Scanlan


#3 Noelle

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Posted 19 January 2014 - 03:47 AM

Thank you it's really nice of you to say, I pm'd you some of the stuff I know about him currently, hopefully that helps you a bit , IDK.

I know it's kind of out of context, but I really just wanted to write that scene. It's kind of Niklaus' defining moment of badassery and I had it in my head so I wanted in on paper, so to speak.

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Also, to clarify, it was Kchan who knew he was a Venture, not me. I just offered to make the character XD

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#4 Tal Spektor

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Posted 19 January 2014 - 05:58 PM

Are those... Unkalaki sideburns?

Do you have any more about him I could read? I cannot review half a history and an appearance section. I am not good enough at that.
Is an insane A.I.

#5 Noelle

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Posted 19 January 2014 - 06:05 PM

What is here is what is written, I will add more as I write more ^^

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#6 Tal Spektor

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Posted 19 January 2014 - 06:08 PM

Oh, you mentioned to Mozy you have more - which I guess you have added to the app.

He seems like a good enough character. I am interested to see what will become of him.

As for his appearance - what marks him a Venture?

Edited by Tal Spektor, 19 January 2014 - 06:08 PM.

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#7 Noelle

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Posted 19 January 2014 - 06:45 PM

Oh that's just tidbits. I can PM them to you if you want ^^

Also you'd have to ask KChan since she's the one who found him, but he totally has the Venture hair going, so there's that.

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#8 Tal Spektor

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Posted 19 January 2014 - 06:55 PM

I thought Geravis Lekal was a Lekal... ;)

I certainly would like to hear more of him... Please do PM me.
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#9 Noelle

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Posted 20 January 2014 - 04:13 AM

Added the rp sample.

Niklaus Venture

Noble Misting


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Name/Handle: Noelle
Contact: Aim, Pms, Email, etc.







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Name: Niklaus Venture
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Papa Wolf
Relationship Status: Widowed







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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Steel
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Known







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Standing 6'6", Niklaus is extremely tall, however he is not burly or overly muscular. Indeed, while his shoulders are broad and his chest large, his long limbs give him the look of a shorter man who was stretched to be the height he is.

Niklaus's face is weathered, but still handsome. Even features and a strong jaw lend his face a certain level of nobility. His dark gray eyes are set deep beneath thick eyebrows. His hair is long for a man, dark brown and curly, and tends to be stringy and unkempt, as if it could really use a wash. He doesn't go clean shaven like most nobles, but lets a ghosting of stubble grow on his chin.

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Naturally, Niklaus outed himself in spectacular fashion.

It was supposed to be a simple matter: escort one Lord Herrick Venture, the key business man in a business deal Sureau and its ilk did not want to see happen, to the keep. Ellsworth had suspected Sureau might try to have him assassinated, so he sent a contingent of men backed with Allomancers, Niklaus was among them. He was masked, of course, to protect his identity, or at least as much as one could protect the identity of a six and a half foot man affiliated with House Venture. In a group of tall men though, perhaps he would not be recognized. Sadly that was not to be, for Ellsworth had not foreseen one crucial detail of the Sureau's attempted assassination.

They had paid off the carriage driver.

Instead of turning where he was supposed to the man swerved in the opposite direction and was soon in an extremely crowded area that the Venture contingent had to bull their way through. Niklaus understood what was happening, and when he saw men on the rooftops ahead he knew he had to take action. The choice between keeping a low profile and serving his House was an easy one, and Niklaus jumped over the crowd in one frantic flare of steel, soaring in broad daylight how he was so used to doing in the mists. Several minutes travel was made in only seconds and he landed on top of the carriage as it came to a stop.

Niklaus thought quickly, if the men had any sense they'd be using stone tipped arrows to stop him from just pushing their missiles away, and no doubt there would be foot soldiers to pull the man out of the carriage and kill him. This was not an envious position to be in, but he didn't have to win. All he had to do was stall for the few crucial minutes it would take the rest of the Venture contingent to arrive, he wouldn't even have to do it alone, there were two other Coinshots who had to be on their way over.

Sure enough one landed next to him as the archers let fly their arrows, and while Niklaus was already scrambling off the top of the carriage the other Coinshot was still finding his balance. For his ill-timed steel jump the other Coinshot earned several arrows to the torso and he went down with a gurgle. Wonderful. Two Coinshots against however many men Sureau had decided to use to kill Lord Herrick Venture.

He had a few seconds to strategize while the archers took aim, the first order of business was to get rid of the stupid mask. He couldn't see clearly and the people who were now fleeing screaming probably recognized him anyway; he tore it off without a second thought, erasing any doubt who he was to the few remaining that saw his face. The second thing to do was to kill the carriage driver, but when Niklaus made to do just that he found that the third and final Coinshot had arrived and taken matters into his own hands. He was heaving the body off the carriage when Niklaus got there, and as the man held the reins to keep the horses from moving he got an idea.

"Drive off, now. I'll take care of the archers." He told the man, who was still masked.

"My thoughts exactly." the man replied, and snapped the reins across the horses' backs.

The carriage raced away, and the men who had been running forward to attack it were mostly diverted, chasing after something they would never catch. Now, it was time to deal with the archers, before they could get another volley in. Niklaus Pushed himself upwards just as they let fly again and the arrows broke uselessly against the cobblestone of the road. The men on the rooftops were already diving for cover when Niklaus let fly his coins, but there was precious little to be found; these buildings had not been made with battle in mind.

He wasn't sure how many he'd killed or injured, and as he had to spin to do the same to the other side of the street he didn't get a chance to check. However the archers were well and truly stopped by the time he landed on the ground once more, or at least all but one tenacious fool who shot an arrow that cut a furrow through Niklaus's right arm. He sent a few coins screaming through the man's head and focused his attention on the footmen.

They were running after the carriage, so he launched himself into the air again and started peppering their retreating backs with coins, dropping some. Soon he had to stop his efforts when the Venture contingent caught up and overwhelmed the footmen. Leaving them to their battle Niklaus went to see if he could take any of the archers alive, but after checking both rooftops found only dead men. Some he hadn't even killed, their throats had been slit by their own people as they'd retreated to keep them from spilling any secrets. It was unfortunate, but the important thing was that Lord Herrick still lived.

Ellsworth, while happy that Niklaus had saved Lord Herrick, was not as happy when the rumor mills suddenly became full of people talking about how Niklaus Venture was a Coinshot.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he remarked, his expression oddly seeming simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Herrick is safe, and that's what important, but Lord Ruler, man! You put on quite the show for them, didn't you? There'll be no covering that one up, that's for certain. Well, at least you gave them a fine demonstration of Venture's strength in the process. You're a living example of that now, so see that you act the part."

It was the best Niklaus could have hoped for, so he took the new duty on with as much grace as he could muster. He couldn't help being annoyed, however, that he wasn't allowed to go Steelpushing himself around the city during the day. Yes there were certain social restrictions one had to follow, but he was outed; why pretend to be a normal man when he was decidedly not? It would also keep him from ever being late to an appointment, but no matter, Niklaus was content to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Niklaus knew he was needed on the walls but he didn't really give a damn.

Phyra had gone rogue, he had thought this might happen. The woman was allowed too much freedom -- she'd probably slept with skaa for Lord Ruler's sake -- and why? Because she was Mistborn? It was idiocy pure and simple. Why hadn't Ellsworth foreseen this and done something to stop it? That was his damned job, but no matter.

Niklaus would die before his son paid the price for others idiocy.

Because they would send Ulrich after her, wouldn't they? Like a lamb to slaughter they'd send his son to clean up their own f***ing mess. The boy was only fourteen, he'd been training for less than a handful of years. He wasn't ready -- would he ever be ready? -- especially not to face Phyra. The woman may be insane but she was still skilled, his son, his son, was not ready to fight her, but what other choice did Ellsworth have? Willem was in Urteau, there were no other Venture Mistborn, why was Willem in Urteau? What possible reason could they have for having their most experienced Mistborn in another city? They needed him here, now, they needed someone, anyone, besides Ulrich to do this.

But what was he to do, betray his House and flee with his son when they only wanted him to do his duty? That would end well. But what to do, what if Ulrich was already gone? He hadn't even gotten to say good-bye...

It was with this thought in mind he burst into his son's room and saw Ulrich standing by the window in his mistcloak, looking out into the mists. The sight of this brought Niklaus to a sudden and complete stop even as the door he'd slammed open rebounded off the wall with an almighty crash.

"Lord Ruler!" His son cried, spinning around to face him, "Who- father, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the wall?"

For several seconds Niklaus said nothing, trying to process the fact that Ulrich was still here and not among the mists, he'd been expecting an empty room, not this. But then his eyes narrowed.

"How do you know about that?" He asked, "You should have been in bed, asleep. You don't have training tonight."

Ulrich laughed nervously and suddenly became very interested in the ceiling, "Oh you know father, I couldn't sleep I was just going for a walk to stretch my legs and I overheard-"

"Eavesdropped, with tin no doubt," Niklaus interjected, "What have I told you about using your powers frivolously, Ulrich?"

"It wasn't frivolous!" His son said, squaring his thin shoulders, "I learned important information, father!"

"So you admit it, then." Niklaus said, eyes even narrower and Ulrich groaned in defeat.

"Yes, so maybe I used some tin and listened in on a conversation I shouldn'tve, but does it really matter? Phyra's gone rogue father, you know what that means, I finally get to kick her ass."

"Language."

"Butt, whatever, the point is I finally get to be a proper Mistborn. This is the best father, my first mission will be so amazing!"

It's suicide you idiot boy, Niklaus swallowed the bitter words down, if his son was to survive he had to have some hope, "This isn't a sparring match, Ulrich. She's gone rogue, any fight with her is to the death."

"I know!" Ulrich said, drawing his daggers, "But Cousin Phyra doesn't think much of me, so when I show her how good I really am she won't stand a chance!" He made a few feinting thrusts with his daggers, eviscerating some invisible foe, then he stopped and seemed to think, finally, he looked up at Niklaus, one eyebrow quirked, "But really father, shouldn't you be on the walls?"

"I-" wanted to see if you were still here, Niklaus left the rest of the sentence unsaid. It was not something he could admit. "I came to wake you." He said instead, and grit his teeth at his son's easy smile.

"And you found me already awake and ready and waiting. Don't worry father, I can do this, I promise," Lord Ruler how had he raised someone so oblivious? He was so- so... eager to die.

No, he was eager to serve his house. He was eager to make his father proud. He was eager to push himself to his limits. He was not eager to throw his life away. Niklaus had instilled in him complete trust in Ellsworth's judgement, he would never think Ellsworth would throw his life away, if only...

"Lord Niklaus?" Damnit it was a guard, "You're needed on the walls, sir." How had they found him? Because you wouldn't have gone anywhere else. The man didn't deserve the glare Niklaus turned on him, but Niklaus couldn't really bring himself to care.

"Yes. I know." His voice was clipped, and he turned back to Ulrich, just a few more moments, that's all he needed.

"I was told to escort you, sir." The man said, and the trepidation in his voice was clear.

"Go with him, father, I'll be fine! No doubt Uncle is sending someone down with my orders already." Ulrich said, smiling still, and Niklaus could not bring himself to take that away from him. He did not want his son's last hours to be filled with fear anyway. Better that he was like this, better that he didn't know what was going to happen. Yes this was... better.

And maybe Ellsworth won't send him, a tiny, ridiculously hopeful part of Niklaus thought, Maybe he'll realize that losing two Mistborn is folly and leave Ulrich out of this madness.

"Until those orders arrive, I expect you to stay here, in your room, and wait." Niklaus told him, he would not put it past his son to leave without orders, and atium.

"But father-"

Niklaus just looked at him, he let only a fraction of the worry and anger and helplessness he was feeling into his gaze, but it was enough to sober even the ever happy Ulrich and the boy sighed and said, "I understand. I'll see you soon father."

Niklaus nodded to his son, and somehow managed to keep his voice from breaking, "I'll see you soon, Ulrich." Then he turned and followed the guard to his post, fully expecting to never see his son again.

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#10 Noelle

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Posted 22 January 2014 - 05:03 AM

Niklaus Venture

Noble Misting


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Name/Handle: Noelle
Contact: Aim, Pms, Email, etc.




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Name: Niklaus Venture
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Papa Wolf
Relationship Status: Widowed




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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Steel
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Known



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Standing 6'6", Niklaus is extremely tall, however he is not burly or overly muscular. Indeed, while his shoulders are broad and his chest large, his long limbs give him the look of a shorter man who was stretched to be the height he is.

Niklaus's face is weathered, but still handsome. Even features and a strong jaw lend his face a certain level of nobility. His dark gray eyes are set deep beneath thick eyebrows. His hair is long for a man, dark brown and curly, and tends to be stringy and unkempt, as if it could really use a wash. He doesn't go clean shaven like most nobles, but lets a ghosting of stubble grow on his chin.




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Niklaus was born in 873, shortly before his twin sister, Gisela came into the world. His parents, Fredrick and Ellen Venture, had been trying for nearly ten years to have children and so the bounty of two at once came as a welcome surprise.

Niklaus was a rambunctious child, however he didn't spend much time with boys the same age as him. He much prefered the company of his sister and the two were partners in crime on many a childish prank. His parents were good natured about however, and while they didn't exactly encourage the twin's troublemaking they were too busy doting on them to do much about it.

Things turned much more serious when Niklaus and Gisela turned seven, though, because that was when they were beaten to see if they had Allomancy. Niklaus Snapped into a Coinshot where Gisela did not Snap at all. Nick was happy about this new and wonderful power, even though Gisela did not have one, but when his days were suddenly filled with lessons on steel rather then time roughhousing with his sister he became irate. He had had lessons apart from Gisela when he was taught the basics of dueling, but they had nothing on his new lesson plan.

It came to a head one day when his father was taking him to a lesson. He stopped walking and his father, a tall, broad man like Niklaus would one day become, actually dragged Nick several feet before realizing his son had stopped moving.

"Niklaus, what's wrong?" His father asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"I feel fine." Niklaus said shortly, "But this is dumb, I don't wanna go to all these lessons I wanna play with Sela."

"You have a duty to the House, Niklaus, you know that. The Lord Ruler has given you this wonderful power and it is your duty to use it well." His father's voice was gentle, and he took a step forward, but Niklaus stood firm.

"No. This isn't fair, I wanna play with Sela, not do these stupid lessons. All they do is make me do the same thing over and over, it's dumb." He yanked his hand out of his fathers grasp and crossed his arms, looking up, up, up to glare into his father's eyes.

Fredrick knelt down and put his hands on his son's tiny shoulders, "But it is fair Niklaus, don't you see? The House and the Lord Ruler have given you everything you've ever wanted. They've given you food and clothes and a roof over your head. They've given you toys to play with and gardens to run around in, they've given you me and your mother and they've even given you Gisela, and all they want in return is for you too work hard and do your lessons. You understand, don't you son?"

"But I wanna play with Sela!" Niklaus shouted, losing his temper.

Fredrick didn't get angry though, he just squeezed his son's shoulders and said, "And you will, once you finish your lessons. The harder you work in them the more you'll get to play with Gisela, I promise."

Niklaus narrowed his eyes then lifted one hand and held out his little finger, "Pinkie swear?" he asked seriously and his father nodded solemnly.

"Pinkie swear." Fredrick linked his own long finger with Niklaus' tiny one and added, "You have my word as Lord Fredrick Venture."

"If you break your promise I'll tell Denton on you." Niklaus threatened, and his father laughed.

"Don't worry, Niklaus that isn't going to happen, but remember he's Lord Venture... can we go to your lesson now?" Fredrick asked and after a moment of thinking Niklaus nodded.

"I guess." Niklaus said, and Fredrick stood up, grabbed his hand, and led him to his steel teachers.

With the reward of being able to spend time with Gisela, Niklaus actually bothered applying himself to his lessons and that was all it took for him to excell. He was riding high on this triumph when he finally started practicing dueling in earnest. It was there he met the man who would be come his archnemisis. Magnus Venture.

He was a Pewterarm, and he was perfect. Where Niklaus would complain, Magnus was silent. where Niklaus would merely pretend to try, Magnus would apply himself, where Niklaus would be sloppy, Magnus was precise. What was worse was when they practiced, Niklaus only won one duel out of five with the other boy. It was intolerable! He was obviously cheating and using pewter, that was the only explanation, but when Niklaus voiced this opinion he was smacked and told to not make excuses. Like he was lying! But the worst thing, the absolute worst thing, was how Gisela felt about him.

She liked him, like a man liked a woman. She was seven it was much, much, muchmuchmuch too soon for her to like someone. Especially someone related to her. Especially Magnus.

"He's so dreamy." Gisela sighed one day, after Niklaus had worked his butt off in lessons to get to spend time with her.

Niklaus just stared at his sister, "What does that even mean, that you dream about him? That's gross."

"Dreamy: adjective, wonderful; marvelous." She said as if she was reciting something out of a book.

Niklaus tried to understand, he really did, but he did not know what his sister was saying, "I only understood one of the things you just said. Have you been reading that book with all the words again?"

Gisela looked down her nose at him, "All books have lots of words, philistine."

"I mean the one that you get all these weird words from!" He said, pointing at her like that explained everything.

"It's called a dictionary!"

"Yes that, why do you read that why do you need all these words, especially ones to describe him." The venom in his voice was clear, but Gisela just drew herself up, they were almost the same height still, and stared her brother down.

"His name is Magnus. And I'll have you know we have a scintillating discussion the other day, he actually thinks, unlike some people." She tossed her head and crossed her arms.

Niklaus wasn't buying it, "You have to be making these words up now. Sin-tahl-late-ing? That can't be a word."

She gave him the evil eye, "Well it is, so there."

"What does it mean?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Because you don't know what it means."

"No because you're a gigantic, inarticulate plebian and you don't deserve to know!" She started stomping away.

"Try using real words when you insult me, it'll work better!" He shouted back and started plotting vengeance against Magnus. Taking his sister away from him was going too far.


Naturally, Niklaus outed himself in spectacular fashion.

It was supposed to be a simple matter: escort one Lord Herrick Venture, the key business man in a business deal Sureau and its ilk did not want to see happen, to the keep. Ellsworth had suspected Sureau might try to have him assassinated, so he sent a contingent of men backed with Allomancers, Niklaus was among them. He was masked, of course, to protect his identity, or at least as much as one could protect the identity of a six and a half foot man affiliated with House Venture. In a group of tall men though, perhaps he would not be recognized. Sadly that was not to be, for Ellsworth had not foreseen one crucial detail of the Sureau's attempted assassination.

They had paid off the carriage driver.

Instead of turning where he was supposed to the man swerved in the opposite direction and was soon in an extremely crowded area that the Venture contingent had to bull their way through. Niklaus understood what was happening, and when he saw men on the rooftops ahead he knew he had to take action. The choice between keeping a low profile and serving his House was an easy one, and Niklaus jumped over the crowd in one frantic flare of steel, soaring in broad daylight how he was so used to doing in the mists. Several minutes travel was made in only seconds and he landed on top of the carriage as it came to a stop.

Niklaus thought quickly, if the men had any sense they'd be using stone tipped arrows to stop him from just pushing their missiles away, and no doubt there would be foot soldiers to pull the man out of the carriage and kill him. This was not an envious position to be in, but he didn't have to win. All he had to do was stall for the few crucial minutes it would take the rest of the Venture contingent to arrive, he wouldn't even have to do it alone, there were two other Coinshots who had to be on their way over.

Sure enough one landed next to him as the archers let fly their arrows, and while Niklaus was already scrambling off the top of the carriage the other Coinshot was still finding his balance. For his ill-timed steel jump the other Coinshot earned several arrows to the torso and he went down with a gurgle. Wonderful. Two Coinshots against however many men Sureau had decided to use to kill Lord Herrick Venture.

He had a few seconds to strategize while the archers took aim, the first order of business was to get rid of the stupid mask. He couldn't see clearly and the people who were now fleeing screaming probably recognized him anyway; he tore it off without a second thought, erasing any doubt who he was to the few remaining that saw his face. The second thing to do was to kill the carriage driver, but when Niklaus made to do just that he found that the third and final Coinshot had arrived and taken matters into his own hands. He was heaving the body off the carriage when Niklaus got there, and as the man held the reins to keep the horses from moving he got an idea.

"Drive off, now. I'll take care of the archers." He told the man, who was still masked.

"My thoughts exactly." the man replied, and snapped the reins across the horses' backs.

The carriage raced away, and the men who had been running forward to attack it were mostly diverted, chasing after something they would never catch. Now, it was time to deal with the archers, before they could get another volley in. Niklaus Pushed himself upwards just as they let fly again and the arrows broke uselessly against the cobblestone of the road. The men on the rooftops were already diving for cover when Niklaus let fly his coins, but there was precious little to be found; these buildings had not been made with battle in mind.

He wasn't sure how many he'd killed or injured, and as he had to spin to do the same to the other side of the street he didn't get a chance to check. However the archers were well and truly stopped by the time he landed on the ground once more, or at least all but one tenacious fool who shot an arrow that cut a furrow through Niklaus's right arm. He sent a few coins screaming through the man's head and focused his attention on the footmen.

They were running after the carriage, so he launched himself into the air again and started peppering their retreating backs with coins, dropping some. Soon he had to stop his efforts when the Venture contingent caught up and overwhelmed the footmen. Leaving them to their battle Niklaus went to see if he could take any of the archers alive, but after checking both rooftops found only dead men. Some he hadn't even killed, their throats had been slit by their own people as they'd retreated to keep them from spilling any secrets. It was unfortunate, but the important thing was that Lord Herrick still lived.

Ellsworth, while happy that Niklaus had saved Lord Herrick, was not as happy when the rumor mills suddenly became full of people talking about how Niklaus Venture was a Coinshot.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he remarked, his expression oddly seeming simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Herrick is safe, and that's what important, but Lord Ruler, man! You put on quite the show for them, didn't you? There'll be no covering that one up, that's for certain. Well, at least you gave them a fine demonstration of Venture's strength in the process. You're a living example of that now, so see that you act the part."

It was the best Niklaus could have hoped for, so he took the new duty on with as much grace as he could muster. He couldn't help being annoyed, however, that he wasn't allowed to go Steelpushing himself around the city during the day. Yes there were certain social restrictions one had to follow, but he was outed; why pretend to be a normal man when he was decidedly not? It would also keep him from ever being late to an appointment, but no matter, Niklaus was content to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Niklaus knew he was needed on the walls but he didn't really give a damn.

Phyra had gone rogue, he had thought this might happen. The woman was allowed too much freedom -- she'd probably slept with skaa for Lord Ruler's sake -- and why? Because she was Mistborn? It was idiocy pure and simple. Why hadn't Ellsworth foreseen this and done something to stop it? That was his damned job, but no matter.

Niklaus would die before his son paid the price for others idiocy.

Because they would send Ulrich after her, wouldn't they? Like a lamb to slaughter they'd send his son to clean up their own f***ing mess. The boy was only fourteen, he'd been training for less than a handful of years. He wasn't ready -- would he ever be ready? -- especially not to face Phyra. The woman may be insane but she was still skilled, his son, his son, was not ready to fight her, but what other choice did Ellsworth have? Willem was in Urteau, there were no other Venture Mistborn, why was Willem in Urteau? What possible reason could they have for having their most experienced Mistborn in another city? They needed him here, now, they needed someone, anyone, besides Ulrich to do this.

But what was he to do, betray his House and flee with his son when they only wanted him to do his duty? That would end well. But what to do, what if Ulrich was already gone? He hadn't even gotten to say good-bye...

It was with this thought in mind he burst into his son's room and saw Ulrich standing by the window in his mistcloak, looking out into the mists. The sight of this brought Niklaus to a sudden and complete stop even as the door he'd slammed open rebounded off the wall with an almighty crash.

"Lord Ruler!" His son cried, spinning around to face him, "Who- father, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the wall?"

For several seconds Niklaus said nothing, trying to process the fact that Ulrich was still here and not among the mists, he'd been expecting an empty room, not this. But then his eyes narrowed.

"How do you know about that?" He asked, "You should have been in bed, asleep. You don't have training tonight."

Ulrich laughed nervously and suddenly became very interested in the ceiling, "Oh you know father, I couldn't sleep I was just going for a walk to stretch my legs and I overheard-"

"Eavesdropped, with tin no doubt," Niklaus interjected, "What have I told you about using your powers frivolously, Ulrich?"

"It wasn't frivolous!" His son said, squaring his thin shoulders, "I learned important information, father!"

"So you admit it, then." Niklaus said, eyes even narrower and Ulrich groaned in defeat.

"Yes, so maybe I used some tin and listened in on a conversation I shouldn'tve, but does it really matter? Phyra's gone rogue father, you know what that means, I finally get to kick her ass."

"Language."

"Butt, whatever, the point is I finally get to be a proper Mistborn. This is the best father, my first mission will be so amazing!"

It's suicide you idiot boy, Niklaus swallowed the bitter words down, if his son was to survive he had to have some hope, "This isn't a sparring match, Ulrich. She's gone rogue, any fight with her is to the death."

"I know!" Ulrich said, drawing his daggers, "But Cousin Phyra doesn't think much of me, so when I show her how good I really am she won't stand a chance!" He made a few feinting thrusts with his daggers, eviscerating some invisible foe, then he stopped and seemed to think, finally, he looked up at Niklaus, one eyebrow quirked, "But really father, shouldn't you be on the walls?"

"I-" wanted to see if you were still here, Niklaus left the rest of the sentence unsaid. It was not something he could admit. "I came to wake you." He said instead, and grit his teeth at his son's easy smile.

"And you found me already awake and ready and waiting. Don't worry father, I can do this, I promise," Lord Ruler how had he raised someone so oblivious? He was so- so... eager to die.

No, he was eager to serve his house. He was eager to make his father proud. He was eager to push himself to his limits. He was not eager to throw his life away. Niklaus had instilled in him complete trust in Ellsworth's judgement, he would never think Ellsworth would throw his life away, if only...

"Lord Niklaus?" Damnit it was a guard, "You're needed on the walls, sir." How had they found him? Because you wouldn't have gone anywhere else. The man didn't deserve the glare Niklaus turned on him, but Niklaus couldn't really bring himself to care.

"Yes. I know." His voice was clipped, and he turned back to Ulrich, just a few more moments, that's all he needed.

"I was told to escort you, sir." The man said, and the trepidation in his voice was clear.

"Go with him, father, I'll be fine! No doubt Uncle is sending someone down with my orders already." Ulrich said, smiling still, and Niklaus could not bring himself to take that away from him. He did not want his son's last hours to be filled with fear anyway. Better that he was like this, better that he didn't know what was going to happen. Yes this was... better.

And maybe Ellsworth won't send him, a tiny, ridiculously hopeful part of Niklaus thought, Maybe he'll realize that losing two Mistborn is folly and leave Ulrich out of this madness.

"Until those orders arrive, I expect you to stay here, in your room, and wait." Niklaus told him, he would not put it past his son to leave without orders, and atium.

"But father-"

Niklaus just looked at him, he let only a fraction of the worry and anger and helplessness he was feeling into his gaze, but it was enough to sober even the ever happy Ulrich and the boy sighed and said, "I understand. I'll see you soon father."

Niklaus nodded to his son, and somehow managed to keep his voice from breaking, "I'll see you soon, Ulrich." Then he turned and followed the guard to his post, fully expecting to never see his son again.

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Posted 23 January 2014 - 12:26 AM

I really really like what you have so far. Just a few quick things to fix:

1. The word 'philistine' is based on an earth culture, which means it would not exist in the final empire. I think all if Gisellas other words were fine, unless I am forgetting one.

2. This is just a clarification for my sake. If Niklaus and Ellsworth are first cousins, would that make Frederick Denton's brother? If that is the case I'm curious why Niklaus calls him Denton instead of 'Uncle Denton'.

Other than that he looks great. Can't wait to see more of him and his son!

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#12 MozytheHealer

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Posted 23 January 2014 - 02:31 AM

I have a small thing about Gisela's words. 'Plebeian' is spelled with a 'e' before the 'i'. I know. It's weird.

PCs:

Delve, Silvan Calomine, Zella Calomine, Liss

Renette Deveaux, Marceline Dumont

Isabelle Sureau, Gisela Sureau,

Adalaide Getrue, Oliver Martel,

Grandell Tekiel, Yvette Valcier,

Katryn Domaille

WIPs:

Ranee, Delacey,

Theodoric Getrue, Kyl,

Vanessa Venture, Cedric Hallieau

Cordelia Morel, Kennith Fathvell

NPCs:

Issa Calomine, Randall Scanlan


#13 Noelle

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Posted 23 January 2014 - 02:33 AM

Both Plebian and Plebeian are correct spellings according to Word

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#14 MozytheHealer

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Posted 23 January 2014 - 02:39 AM

I think that Plebeian is an older spelling.

PCs:

Delve, Silvan Calomine, Zella Calomine, Liss

Renette Deveaux, Marceline Dumont

Isabelle Sureau, Gisela Sureau,

Adalaide Getrue, Oliver Martel,

Grandell Tekiel, Yvette Valcier,

Katryn Domaille

WIPs:

Ranee, Delacey,

Theodoric Getrue, Kyl,

Vanessa Venture, Cedric Hallieau

Cordelia Morel, Kennith Fathvell

NPCs:

Issa Calomine, Randall Scanlan


#15 Noelle

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Posted 23 January 2014 - 02:41 AM

Ah ok, well I think I need to change the word anyways because Plebeian refers to the commoners of Rome, which you know, doesn't exist in Scadriel XD

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#16 MozytheHealer

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Posted 23 January 2014 - 02:50 AM

It does indeed(hugeshakespearenerddon'tmindme). It would probably be smart to change it, but there is probably a similar word that isn't tied to a certain empire.

PCs:

Delve, Silvan Calomine, Zella Calomine, Liss

Renette Deveaux, Marceline Dumont

Isabelle Sureau, Gisela Sureau,

Adalaide Getrue, Oliver Martel,

Grandell Tekiel, Yvette Valcier,

Katryn Domaille

WIPs:

Ranee, Delacey,

Theodoric Getrue, Kyl,

Vanessa Venture, Cedric Hallieau

Cordelia Morel, Kennith Fathvell

NPCs:

Issa Calomine, Randall Scanlan


#17 Noelle

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Posted 24 January 2014 - 06:06 AM

Niklaus Venture

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Name: Niklaus Venture
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Papa Wolf
Relationship Status: Widowed







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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Steel
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Known






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Standing 6'6", Niklaus is extremely tall, however he is not burly or overly muscular. Indeed, while his shoulders are broad and his chest large, his long limbs give him the look of a shorter man who was stretched to be the height he is.

Niklaus's face is weathered, but still handsome. Even features and a strong jaw lend his face a certain level of nobility. His dark gray eyes are set deep beneath thick eyebrows. His hair is long for a man, dark brown and curly, and tends to be stringy and unkempt, as if it could really use a wash. He doesn't go clean shaven like most nobles, but lets a ghosting of stubble grow on his chin.




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Niklaus was born in 873, shortly before his twin sister, Gisela came into the world. His parents, Fredrick and Ellen Venture, had been trying for nearly ten years to have children and so the bounty of two at once came as a welcome surprise.

Niklaus was a rambunctious child, however he didn't spend much time with boys the same age as him. He much prefered the company of his sister and the two were partners in crime on many a childish prank. His parents were good natured about it however, and while they didn't exactly encourage the twin's troublemaking they were too busy doting on them to do much about it.

Things turned much more serious when Niklaus and Gisela turned seven, though, because that was when they were beaten to see if they had Allomancy. Niklaus Snapped into a Coinshot where Gisela did not Snap at all. Nick was happy about this new and wonderful power, even though Gisela did not have one, but when his days were suddenly filled with lessons on steel rather then time roughhousing with his sister he became irate. He had had lessons apart from Gisela when he was taught the basics of dueling, but they had nothing on his new lesson plan.

It came to a head one day when his father was taking him to a lesson. He stopped walking and his father, a tall, broad man like Niklaus would one day become, actually dragged Nick several feet before realizing his son had stopped moving.

"Niklaus, what's wrong?" His father asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"I feel fine." Niklaus said shortly, "But this is dumb, I don't wanna go to all these lessons I wanna play with Sela."

"You have a duty to the House, Niklaus, you know that. The Lord Ruler has given you this wonderful power and it is your duty to use it well." His father's voice was gentle, and he took a step forward, but Niklaus stood firm.

"No. This isn't fair, I wanna play with Sela, not do these stupid lessons. All they do is make me do the same thing over and over, it's dumb." He yanked his hand out of his fathers grasp and crossed his arms, looking up, up, up to glare into his father's eyes.

Fredrick knelt down and put his hands on his son's tiny shoulders, "But it is fair Niklaus, don't you see? The House and the Lord Ruler have given you everything you've ever wanted. They've given you food and clothes and a roof over your head. They've given you toys to play with and gardens to run around in, they've given you me and your mother and they've even given you Gisela, and all they want in return is for you too work hard and do your lessons. You understand, don't you son?"

"But I wanna play with Sela!" Niklaus shouted, losing his temper.

Fredrick didn't get angry though, he just squeezed his son's shoulders and said, "And you will, once you finish your lessons. The harder you work in them the more you'll get to play with Gisela, I promise."

Niklaus narrowed his eyes then lifted one hand and held out his little finger, "Pinkie swear?" he asked seriously and his father nodded solemnly.

"Pinkie swear." Fredrick linked his own long finger with Niklaus' tiny one and added, "You have my word as Lord Fredrick Venture."

"If you break your promise I'll tell Uncle Denton on you." Niklaus threatened, and his father laughed.

"Don't worry, Niklaus that isn't going to happen, but remember he's Lord Venture... can we go to your lesson now?" Fredrick asked and after a moment of thinking Niklaus nodded.

"I guess." Niklaus said, and Fredrick stood up, grabbed his hand, and led him to his steel teachers.

With the reward of being able to spend time with Gisela, Niklaus actually bothered applying himself to his lessons and that was all it took for him to excell. He was riding high on this triumph when he finally started practicing dueling in earnest. It was there he met the man who would be come his archnemisis. Magnus Venture.

He was a Pewterarm, and he was perfect. Where Niklaus would complain, Magnus was silent. where Niklaus would merely pretend to try, Magnus would apply himself, where Niklaus would be sloppy, Magnus was precise. What was worse was when they practiced, Niklaus only won one duel out of five with the other boy. It was intolerable! He was obviously cheating and using pewter, that was the only explanation, but when Niklaus voiced this opinion he was smacked and told to not make excuses. Like he was lying! But the worst thing, the absolute worst thing, was how Gisela felt about him.

She liked him, like a man liked a woman. She was seven it was much, much, muchmuchmuch too soon for her to like someone. Especially someone related to her. Especially Magnus.

"He's so dreamy." Gisela sighed one day, after Niklaus had worked his butt off in lessons to get to spend time with her.

Niklaus just stared at his sister, "What does that even mean, that you dream about him? That's gross."

"Dreamy: adjective, wonderful; marvelous." She said as if she was reciting something out of a book.

Niklaus tried to understand, he really did, but he did not know what his sister was saying, "I only understood one of the things you just said. Have you been reading that book with all the words again?"

Gisela looked down her nose at him, "All books have lots of words, barbarian."

"I mean the one that you get all these weird words from!" He said, pointing at her like that explained everything.

"It's called a dictionary!"

"Yes that, why do you read that? Why do you need all these words, especially ones to describe him." The venom in his voice was clear, but Gisela just drew herself up, they were almost the same height still, and stared her brother down.

"His name is Magnus. And I'll have you know we have a scintillating discussion the other day, he actually thinks, unlike some people." She tossed her head and crossed her arms.

Niklaus wasn't buying it, "You have to be making these words up now. Sin-tahl-late-ing? That can't be a word."

She gave him the evil eye, "Well it is, so there."

"What does it mean?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Because you don't know what it means."

"No because you're a gigantic, inarticulate, commoner and you don't deserve to know!" She started stomping away.

"Try using real words when you insult me, it'll work better!" He shouted back and started plotting vengeance against Magnus. Taking his sister away from him was going too far.

It turns out, however, that breaking a dueling cane over another boy's head, even when he can burn pewter, even when he stole your sister, does nothing but get you punched in the face. Niklaus, naturally, punched him right back, but he was saved by retaliation when their instructor dragged them apart.

That didn't mean he wasn't in trouble, of course. His parents lectured him for nearly an hour on why what he did was wrong, and how it must never happen again. Niklaus got through it by trying to figure out how long Magnus was going to sport a black eye. He had pewter to heal after all, so maybe a week? His parents eventually realized they weren't getting through to him and so they just told him he wasn't getting any playtime with Gisela for the next two months.

Niklaus tried to weasel out of it, of course. He pointed out that Magnus had been cheating at their duels, and that he was annoying, and that he'd tried to steal Gisela, and also that he'd deserved it, but that only got him another month without playtime with Gisela and he gave up.

It had been totally worth it though.

The best part, however, came when he saw Gisela again, she was angry with Magnus, her little crush was gone. It was wonderful.

"The only thing he's verbose about is dueling, and he punched you in the face. No one punches you in the face except me." She told him, hands on hips.

"Hey!" Niklaus said, secretly happy, "I think you mean no one punches me in the face."

Gisela just looked at him, then at her fists and Niklaus hurried to say, "I mean of course, yes, you're right little sister."

Gisela hurrumphed, "What's so fascinating about dueling anyways?"

"You get to hit people, with sticks. What isn't great about that?" Niklaus asked, gesturing wildly, "I get to hit Magnus with a stick it's the best thing ever."

"Maybe I should learn how to duel, if it's so amusing I deserve to know how to duel."

Niklaus almost, almost, said 'but you're a girl, girl's don't duel' but even as young as he was he knew how bad an idea that was, Instead he tried to play it cool as he said, "I could teach you."

"Do I really want you to teach me, though?" She asked, "Perhaps I should ask Magnus, he seems the superior duelist."

Niklaus glared at her, "You just said you didn't like him, not two minutes ago."

"I'm willing to make a sacrifice if it means I get the most exceptional teacher." She said.

"Maybe if you want a cheating cheater who cheats." Niklaus spat, "Magnus is nothing without his stupid pewter, I'm way better than him, I promise."

Gisela was quiet for a while, then, "I suppose I can deign to allow you to teach me." Niklaus' nonplussed expression made her roll her eyes, "That means yes Niklaus."

"Oh ok, sure, I'll teach you once we're allowed to play again then!" he said happily.

It was hard getting through the next three months. Magnus had a grudge against him now, and his pewter burning must have gone up because Niklaus started winning only one in ten duels with the other boy, but whenever it got too unbearable Niklaus just remembered how'd Magnus had looked with a black eye and he was content.



Naturally, Niklaus outed himself in spectacular fashion.

It was supposed to be a simple matter: escort one Lord Herrick Venture, the key business man in a business deal Sureau and its ilk did not want to see happen, to the keep. Ellsworth had suspected Sureau might try to have him assassinated, so he sent a contingent of men backed with Allomancers, Niklaus was among them. He was masked, of course, to protect his identity, or at least as much as one could protect the identity of a six and a half foot man affiliated with House Venture. In a group of tall men though, perhaps he would not be recognized. Sadly that was not to be, for Ellsworth had not foreseen one crucial detail of the Sureau's attempted assassination.

They had paid off the carriage driver.

Instead of turning where he was supposed to the man swerved in the opposite direction and was soon in an extremely crowded area that the Venture contingent had to bull their way through. Niklaus understood what was happening, and when he saw men on the rooftops ahead he knew he had to take action. The choice between keeping a low profile and serving his House was an easy one, and Niklaus jumped over the crowd in one frantic flare of steel, soaring in broad daylight how he was so used to doing in the mists. Several minutes travel was made in only seconds and he landed on top of the carriage as it came to a stop.

Niklaus thought quickly, if the men had any sense they'd be using stone tipped arrows to stop him from just pushing their missiles away, and no doubt there would be foot soldiers to pull the man out of the carriage and kill him. This was not an envious position to be in, but he didn't have to win. All he had to do was stall for the few crucial minutes it would take the rest of the Venture contingent to arrive, he wouldn't even have to do it alone, there were two other Coinshots who had to be on their way over.

Sure enough one landed next to him as the archers let fly their arrows, and while Niklaus was already scrambling off the top of the carriage the other Coinshot was still finding his balance. For his ill-timed steel jump the other Coinshot earned several arrows to the torso and he went down with a gurgle. Wonderful. Two Coinshots against however many men Sureau had decided to use to kill Lord Herrick Venture.

He had a few seconds to strategize while the archers took aim, the first order of business was to get rid of the stupid mask. He couldn't see clearly and the people who were now fleeing screaming probably recognized him anyway; he tore it off without a second thought, erasing any doubt who he was to the few remaining that saw his face. The second thing to do was to kill the carriage driver, but when Niklaus made to do just that he found that the third and final Coinshot had arrived and taken matters into his own hands. He was heaving the body off the carriage when Niklaus got there, and as the man held the reins to keep the horses from moving he got an idea.

"Drive off, now. I'll take care of the archers." He told the man, who was still masked.

"My thoughts exactly." the man replied, and snapped the reins across the horses' backs.

The carriage raced away, and the men who had been running forward to attack it were mostly diverted, chasing after something they would never catch. Now, it was time to deal with the archers, before they could get another volley in. Niklaus Pushed himself upwards just as they let fly again and the arrows broke uselessly against the cobblestone of the road. The men on the rooftops were already diving for cover when Niklaus let fly his coins, but there was precious little to be found; these buildings had not been made with battle in mind.

He wasn't sure how many he'd killed or injured, and as he had to spin to do the same to the other side of the street he didn't get a chance to check. However the archers were well and truly stopped by the time he landed on the ground once more, or at least all but one tenacious fool who shot an arrow that cut a furrow through Niklaus's right arm. He sent a few coins screaming through the man's head and focused his attention on the footmen.

They were running after the carriage, so he launched himself into the air again and started peppering their retreating backs with coins, dropping some. Soon he had to stop his efforts when the Venture contingent caught up and overwhelmed the footmen. Leaving them to their battle Niklaus went to see if he could take any of the archers alive, but after checking both rooftops found only dead men. Some he hadn't even killed, their throats had been slit by their own people as they'd retreated to keep them from spilling any secrets. It was unfortunate, but the important thing was that Lord Herrick still lived.

Ellsworth, while happy that Niklaus had saved Lord Herrick, was not as happy when the rumor mills suddenly became full of people talking about how Niklaus Venture was a Coinshot.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he remarked, his expression oddly seeming simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Herrick is safe, and that's what important, but Lord Ruler, man! You put on quite the show for them, didn't you? There'll be no covering that one up, that's for certain. Well, at least you gave them a fine demonstration of Venture's strength in the process. You're a living example of that now, so see that you act the part."

It was the best Niklaus could have hoped for, so he took the new duty on with as much grace as he could muster. He couldn't help being annoyed, however, that he wasn't allowed to go Steelpushing himself around the city during the day. Yes there were certain social restrictions one had to follow, but he was outed; why pretend to be a normal man when he was decidedly not? It would also keep him from ever being late to an appointment, but no matter, Niklaus was content to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Niklaus knew he was needed on the walls but he didn't really give a damn.

Phyra had gone rogue, he had thought this might happen. The woman was allowed too much freedom -- she'd probably slept with skaa for Lord Ruler's sake -- and why? Because she was Mistborn? It was idiocy pure and simple. Why hadn't Ellsworth foreseen this and done something to stop it? That was his damned job, but no matter.

Niklaus would die before his son paid the price for others idiocy.

Because they would send Ulrich after her, wouldn't they? Like a lamb to slaughter they'd send his son to clean up their own f***ing mess. The boy was only fourteen, he'd been training for less than a handful of years. He wasn't ready -- would he ever be ready? -- especially not to face Phyra. The woman may be insane but she was still skilled, his son, his son, was not ready to fight her, but what other choice did Ellsworth have? Willem was in Urteau, there were no other Venture Mistborn, why was Willem in Urteau? What possible reason could they have for having their most experienced Mistborn in another city? They needed him here, now, they needed someone, anyone, besides Ulrich to do this.

But what was he to do, betray his House and flee with his son when they only wanted him to do his duty? That would end well. But what to do, what if Ulrich was already gone? He hadn't even gotten to say good-bye...

It was with this thought in mind he burst into his son's room and saw Ulrich standing by the window in his mistcloak, looking out into the mists. The sight of this brought Niklaus to a sudden and complete stop even as the door he'd slammed open rebounded off the wall with an almighty crash.

"Lord Ruler!" His son cried, spinning around to face him, "Who- father, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the wall?"

For several seconds Niklaus said nothing, trying to process the fact that Ulrich was still here and not among the mists, he'd been expecting an empty room, not this. But then his eyes narrowed.

"How do you know about that?" He asked, "You should have been in bed, asleep. You don't have training tonight."

Ulrich laughed nervously and suddenly became very interested in the ceiling, "Oh you know father, I couldn't sleep I was just going for a walk to stretch my legs and I overheard-"

"Eavesdropped, with tin no doubt," Niklaus interjected, "What have I told you about using your powers frivolously, Ulrich?"

"It wasn't frivolous!" His son said, squaring his thin shoulders, "I learned important information, father!"

"So you admit it, then." Niklaus said, eyes even narrower and Ulrich groaned in defeat.

"Yes, so maybe I used some tin and listened in on a conversation I shouldn'tve, but does it really matter? Phyra's gone rogue father, you know what that means, I finally get to kick her ass."

"Language."

"Butt, whatever, the point is I finally get to be a proper Mistborn. This is the best father, my first mission will be so amazing!"

It's suicide you idiot boy, Niklaus swallowed the bitter words down, if his son was to survive he had to have some hope, "This isn't a sparring match, Ulrich. She's gone rogue, any fight with her is to the death."

"I know!" Ulrich said, drawing his daggers, "But Cousin Phyra doesn't think much of me, so when I show her how good I really am she won't stand a chance!" He made a few feinting thrusts with his daggers, eviscerating some invisible foe, then he stopped and seemed to think, finally, he looked up at Niklaus, one eyebrow quirked, "But really father, shouldn't you be on the walls?"

"I-" wanted to see if you were still here, Niklaus left the rest of the sentence unsaid. It was not something he could admit. "I came to wake you." He said instead, and grit his teeth at his son's easy smile.

"And you found me already awake and ready and waiting. Don't worry father, I can do this, I promise," Lord Ruler how had he raised someone so oblivious? He was so- so... eager to die.

No, he was eager to serve his house. He was eager to make his father proud. He was eager to push himself to his limits. He was not eager to throw his life away. Niklaus had instilled in him complete trust in Ellsworth's judgement, he would never think Ellsworth would throw his life away, if only...

"Lord Niklaus?" Damnit it was a guard, "You're needed on the walls, sir." How had they found him? Because you wouldn't have gone anywhere else. The man didn't deserve the glare Niklaus turned on him, but Niklaus couldn't really bring himself to care.

"Yes. I know." His voice was clipped, and he turned back to Ulrich, just a few more moments, that's all he needed.

"I was told to escort you, sir." The man said, and the trepidation in his voice was clear.

"Go with him, father, I'll be fine! No doubt Uncle is sending someone down with my orders already." Ulrich said, smiling still, and Niklaus could not bring himself to take that away from him. He did not want his son's last hours to be filled with fear anyway. Better that he was like this, better that he didn't know what was going to happen. Yes this was... better.

And maybe Ellsworth won't send him, a tiny, ridiculously hopeful part of Niklaus thought, Maybe he'll realize that losing two Mistborn is folly and leave Ulrich out of this madness.

"Until those orders arrive, I expect you to stay here, in your room, and wait." Niklaus told him, he would not put it past his son to leave without orders, and atium.

"But father-"

Niklaus just looked at him, he let only a fraction of the worry and anger and helplessness he was feeling into his gaze, but it was enough to sober even the ever happy Ulrich and the boy sighed and said, "I understand. I'll see you soon father."

Niklaus nodded to his son, and somehow managed to keep his voice from breaking, "I'll see you soon, Ulrich." Then he turned and followed the guard to his post, fully expecting to never see his son again.

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#18 Noelle

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Posted 28 January 2014 - 05:31 AM

Niklaus Venture

Noble Misting


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Name: Niklaus Venture
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Papa Wolf
Relationship Status: Widowed








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Metals Used: Steel
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Standing 6'6", Niklaus is extremely tall, however he is not burly or overly muscular. Indeed, while his shoulders are broad and his chest large, his long limbs give him the look of a shorter man who was stretched to be the height he is.

Niklaus's face is weathered, but still handsome. Even features and a strong jaw lend his face a certain level of nobility. His dark gray eyes are set deep beneath thick eyebrows. His hair is long for a man, dark brown and curly, and tends to be stringy and unkempt, as if it could really use a wash. He doesn't go clean shaven like most nobles, but lets a ghosting of stubble grow on his chin.




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Niklaus was born in 873, shortly before his twin sister, Gisela came into the world. His parents, Fredrick and Ellen Venture, had been trying for nearly ten years to have children and so the bounty of two at once came as a welcome surprise.

Niklaus was a rambunctious child, however he didn't spend much time with boys the same age as him. He much prefered the company of his sister and the two were partners in crime on many a childish prank. His parents were good natured about it however, and while they didn't exactly encourage the twin's troublemaking they were too busy doting on them to do much about it.

Things turned much more serious when Niklaus and Gisela turned seven, though, because that was when they were beaten to see if they had Allomancy. Niklaus Snapped into a Coinshot where Gisela did not Snap at all. Nick was happy about this new and wonderful power, even though Gisela did not have one, but when his days were suddenly filled with lessons on steel rather then time roughhousing with his sister he became irate. He had had lessons apart from Gisela when he was taught the basics of dueling, but they had nothing on his new lesson plan.

It came to a head one day when his father was taking him to a lesson. He stopped walking and his father, a tall, broad man like Niklaus would one day become, actually dragged Nick several feet before realizing his son had stopped moving.

"Niklaus, what's wrong?" His father asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"I feel fine." Niklaus said shortly, "But this is dumb, I don't wanna go to all these lessons I wanna play with Sela."

"You have a duty to the House, Niklaus, you know that. The Lord Ruler has given you this wonderful power and it is your duty to use it well." His father's voice was gentle, and he took a step forward, but Niklaus stood firm.

"No. This isn't fair, I wanna play with Sela, not do these stupid lessons. All they do is make me do the same thing over and over, it's dumb." He yanked his hand out of his fathers grasp and crossed his arms, looking up, up, up to glare into his father's eyes.

Fredrick knelt down and put his hands on his son's tiny shoulders, "But it is fair Niklaus, don't you see? The House and the Lord Ruler have given you everything you've ever wanted. They've given you food and clothes and a roof over your head. They've given you toys to play with and gardens to run around in, they've given you me and your mother and they've even given you Gisela, and all they want in return is for you too work hard and do your lessons. You understand, don't you son?"

"But I wanna play with Sela!" Niklaus shouted, losing his temper.

Fredrick didn't get angry though, he just squeezed his son's shoulders and said, "And you will, once you finish your lessons. The harder you work in them the more you'll get to play with Gisela, I promise."

Niklaus narrowed his eyes then lifted one hand and held out his little finger, "Pinkie swear?" he asked seriously and his father nodded solemnly.

"Pinkie swear." Fredrick linked his own long finger with Niklaus' tiny one and added, "You have my word as Lord Fredrick Venture."

"If you break your promise I'll tell Uncle Denton on you." Niklaus threatened, and his father laughed.

"Don't worry, Niklaus that isn't going to happen, but remember he's Lord Venture... can we go to your lesson now?" Fredrick asked and after a moment of thinking Niklaus nodded.

"I guess." Niklaus said, and Fredrick stood up, grabbed his hand, and led him to his steel teachers.

With the reward of being able to spend time with Gisela, Niklaus actually bothered applying himself to his lessons and that was all it took for him to excell. He was riding high on this triumph when he finally started practicing dueling in earnest. It was there he met the man who would be come his archnemisis. Magnus Venture.

He was a Pewterarm, and he was perfect. Where Niklaus would complain, Magnus was silent. where Niklaus would merely pretend to try, Magnus would apply himself, where Niklaus would be sloppy, Magnus was precise. What was worse was when they practiced, Niklaus only won one duel out of five with the other boy. It was intolerable! He was obviously cheating and using pewter, that was the only explanation, but when Niklaus voiced this opinion he was smacked and told to not make excuses. Like he was lying! But the worst thing, the absolute worst thing, was how Gisela felt about him.

She liked him, like a man liked a woman. She was seven it was much, much, muchmuchmuch too soon for her to like someone. Especially someone related to her. Especially Magnus.

"He's so dreamy." Gisela sighed one day, after Niklaus had worked his butt off in lessons to get to spend time with her.

Niklaus just stared at his sister, "What does that even mean, that you dream about him? That's gross."

"Dreamy: adjective, wonderful; marvelous." She said as if she was reciting something out of a book.

Niklaus tried to understand, he really did, but he did not know what his sister was saying, "I only understood one of the things you just said. Have you been reading that book with all the words again?"

Gisela looked down her nose at him, "All books have lots of words, barbarian."

"I mean the one that you get all these weird words from!" He said, pointing at her like that explained everything.

"It's called a dictionary!"

"Yes that, why do you read that? Why do you need all these words, especially ones to describe him." The venom in his voice was clear, but Gisela just drew herself up, they were almost the same height still, and stared her brother down.

"His name is Magnus. And I'll have you know we have a scintillating discussion the other day, he actually thinks, unlike some people." She tossed her head and crossed her arms.

Niklaus wasn't buying it, "You have to be making these words up now. Sin-tahl-late-ing? That can't be a word."

She gave him the evil eye, "Well it is, so there."

"What does it mean?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Because you don't know what it means."

"No because you're a gigantic, inarticulate, commoner and you don't deserve to know!" She started stomping away.

"Try using real words when you insult me, it'll work better!" He shouted back and started plotting vengeance against Magnus. Taking his sister away from him was going too far.

It turns out, however, that breaking a dueling cane over another boy's head, even when he can burn pewter, even when he stole your sister, does nothing but get you punched in the face. Niklaus, naturally, punched him right back, but he was saved by retaliation when their instructor dragged them apart.

That didn't mean he wasn't in trouble, of course. His parents lectured him for nearly an hour on why what he did was wrong, and how it must never happen again. Niklaus got through it by trying to figure out how long Magnus was going to sport a black eye. He had pewter to heal after all, so maybe a week? His parents eventually realized they weren't getting through to him and so they just told him he wasn't getting any playtime with Gisela for the next two months.

Niklaus tried to weasel out of it, of course. He pointed out that Magnus had been cheating at their duels, and that he was annoying, and that he'd tried to steal Gisela, and also that he'd deserved it, but that only got him another month without playtime with Gisela and he gave up.

It had been totally worth it though.

The best part, however, came when he saw Gisela again, she was angry with Magnus, her little crush was gone. It was wonderful.

"The only thing he's verbose about is dueling, and he punched you in the face. No one punches you in the face except me." She told him, hands on hips.

"Hey!" Niklaus said, secretly happy, "I think you mean no one punches me in the face."

Gisela just looked at him, then at her fists and Niklaus hurried to say, "I mean of course, yes, you're right little sister."

Gisela hurrumphed, "What's so fascinating about dueling anyways?"

"You get to hit people, with sticks. What isn't great about that?" Niklaus asked, gesturing wildly, "I get to hit Magnus with a stick it's the best thing ever."

"Maybe I should learn how to duel, if it's so amusing I deserve to know how to duel."

Niklaus almost, almost, said 'but you're a girl, girl's don't duel' but even as young as he was he knew how bad an idea that was, Instead he tried to play it cool as he said, "I could teach you."

"Do I really want you to teach me, though?" She asked, "Perhaps I should ask Magnus, he seems the superior duelist."

Niklaus glared at her, "You just said you didn't like him, not two minutes ago."

"I'm willing to make a sacrifice if it means I get the most exceptional teacher." She said.

"Maybe if you want a cheating cheater who cheats." Niklaus spat, "Magnus is nothing without his stupid pewter, I'm way better than him, I promise."

Gisela was quiet for a while, then, "I suppose I can deign to allow you to teach me." Niklaus' nonplussed expression made her roll her eyes, "That means yes Niklaus."

"Oh ok, sure, I'll teach you once we're allowed to play again then!" he said happily.

It was hard getting through the next three months. Magnus had a grudge against him now, and his pewter burning must have gone up because Niklaus started winning only one in ten duels with the other boy, but whenever it got too unbearable Niklaus just remembered how'd Magnus had looked with a black eye and he was content.

Gisela turned out to be a horrible student however, she was always complaining about everything. She complained about the blisters she got, about how her arms were tired, about how he'd hit her too hard, but whenever Niklaus tried to give up teaching her she drew herself up, looked down her nose at him and told him to continue or else she'd beat him up.

Life continued like that for several years, Niklaus' intial hatread and jealousy of Magnus became a deep seated, everpresent loathing that he kept inside. Gisela grew into a woman rather than a girl, which meant that while their dueling lessons continued there was no more roughthousing or light hearted play. Niklaus himself had grown into a man, at least in the eyes of society, he himself still felt like a boy in the body of an adult.

They debuted at the age of fifteen at a ball held by Venture itself, ostensibly in their honor. Niklaus stuck close to Gisela, she was his anchor in this world of glamour, secrets, and silk wrapped daggers. It was not as if he was unprepared, no Niklaus had been trained from an early age in the ways of the court, but he had never been a people person. He was too passionate, too easy to anger. With time he had learned to temper his reactions, though it gave him the appearance of a cold, emotionless person.

Gisela was the opposite, charming and vivacious she offset Niklaus' cold demeanor. It seemed little of the girl his sister used to be remained at times, then they would duel and Niklaus would be reminded she was alive and well, merely hidden.

There was a downside to his sister's good nature however, suitors appears left and right seeking her hand. Few, if any, were drawn in merely by her personality. No, Gisela was an extremely eligible bachelorette, being of rather high birth in a Great House, the face that she was a good person was merely a footnote to these men. Naturally, Niklaus scared them off like the good brother he was, Gisela didn't seem to appreciate it though.




Naturally, Niklaus outed himself in spectacular fashion.

It was supposed to be a simple matter: escort one Lord Herrick Venture, the key business man in a business deal Sureau and its ilk did not want to see happen, to the keep. Ellsworth had suspected Sureau might try to have him assassinated, so he sent a contingent of men backed with Allomancers, Niklaus was among them. He was masked, of course, to protect his identity, or at least as much as one could protect the identity of a six and a half foot man affiliated with House Venture. In a group of tall men though, perhaps he would not be recognized. Sadly that was not to be, for Ellsworth had not foreseen one crucial detail of the Sureau's attempted assassination.

They had paid off the carriage driver.

Instead of turning where he was supposed to the man swerved in the opposite direction and was soon in an extremely crowded area that the Venture contingent had to bull their way through. Niklaus understood what was happening, and when he saw men on the rooftops ahead he knew he had to take action. The choice between keeping a low profile and serving his House was an easy one, and Niklaus jumped over the crowd in one frantic flare of steel, soaring in broad daylight how he was so used to doing in the mists. Several minutes travel was made in only seconds and he landed on top of the carriage as it came to a stop.

Niklaus thought quickly, if the men had any sense they'd be using stone tipped arrows to stop him from just pushing their missiles away, and no doubt there would be foot soldiers to pull the man out of the carriage and kill him. This was not an envious position to be in, but he didn't have to win. All he had to do was stall for the few crucial minutes it would take the rest of the Venture contingent to arrive, he wouldn't even have to do it alone, there were two other Coinshots who had to be on their way over.

Sure enough one landed next to him as the archers let fly their arrows, and while Niklaus was already scrambling off the top of the carriage the other Coinshot was still finding his balance. For his ill-timed steel jump the other Coinshot earned several arrows to the torso and he went down with a gurgle. Wonderful. Two Coinshots against however many men Sureau had decided to use to kill Lord Herrick Venture.

He had a few seconds to strategize while the archers took aim, the first order of business was to get rid of the stupid mask. He couldn't see clearly and the people who were now fleeing screaming probably recognized him anyway; he tore it off without a second thought, erasing any doubt who he was to the few remaining that saw his face. The second thing to do was to kill the carriage driver, but when Niklaus made to do just that he found that the third and final Coinshot had arrived and taken matters into his own hands. He was heaving the body off the carriage when Niklaus got there, and as the man held the reins to keep the horses from moving he got an idea.

"Drive off, now. I'll take care of the archers." He told the man, who was still masked.

"My thoughts exactly." the man replied, and snapped the reins across the horses' backs.

The carriage raced away, and the men who had been running forward to attack it were mostly diverted, chasing after something they would never catch. Now, it was time to deal with the archers, before they could get another volley in. Niklaus Pushed himself upwards just as they let fly again and the arrows broke uselessly against the cobblestone of the road. The men on the rooftops were already diving for cover when Niklaus let fly his coins, but there was precious little to be found; these buildings had not been made with battle in mind.

He wasn't sure how many he'd killed or injured, and as he had to spin to do the same to the other side of the street he didn't get a chance to check. However the archers were well and truly stopped by the time he landed on the ground once more, or at least all but one tenacious fool who shot an arrow that cut a furrow through Niklaus's right arm. He sent a few coins screaming through the man's head and focused his attention on the footmen.

They were running after the carriage, so he launched himself into the air again and started peppering their retreating backs with coins, dropping some. Soon he had to stop his efforts when the Venture contingent caught up and overwhelmed the footmen. Leaving them to their battle Niklaus went to see if he could take any of the archers alive, but after checking both rooftops found only dead men. Some he hadn't even killed, their throats had been slit by their own people as they'd retreated to keep them from spilling any secrets. It was unfortunate, but the important thing was that Lord Herrick still lived.

Ellsworth, while happy that Niklaus had saved Lord Herrick, was not as happy when the rumor mills suddenly became full of people talking about how Niklaus Venture was a Coinshot.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he remarked, his expression oddly seeming simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Herrick is safe, and that's what important, but Lord Ruler, man! You put on quite the show for them, didn't you? There'll be no covering that one up, that's for certain. Well, at least you gave them a fine demonstration of Venture's strength in the process. You're a living example of that now, so see that you act the part."

It was the best Niklaus could have hoped for, so he took the new duty on with as much grace as he could muster. He couldn't help being annoyed, however, that he wasn't allowed to go Steelpushing himself around the city during the day. Yes there were certain social restrictions one had to follow, but he was outed; why pretend to be a normal man when he was decidedly not? It would also keep him from ever being late to an appointment, but no matter, Niklaus was content to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Niklaus knew he was needed on the walls but he didn't really give a damn.

Phyra had gone rogue, he had thought this might happen. The woman was allowed too much freedom -- she'd probably slept with skaa for Lord Ruler's sake -- and why? Because she was Mistborn? It was idiocy pure and simple. Why hadn't Ellsworth foreseen this and done something to stop it? That was his damned job, but no matter.

Niklaus would die before his son paid the price for others idiocy.

Because they would send Ulrich after her, wouldn't they? Like a lamb to slaughter they'd send his son to clean up their own f***ing mess. The boy was only fourteen, he'd been training for less than a handful of years. He wasn't ready -- would he ever be ready? -- especially not to face Phyra. The woman may be insane but she was still skilled, his son, his son, was not ready to fight her, but what other choice did Ellsworth have? Willem was in Urteau, there were no other Venture Mistborn, why was Willem in Urteau? What possible reason could they have for having their most experienced Mistborn in another city? They needed him here, now, they needed someone, anyone, besides Ulrich to do this.

But what was he to do, betray his House and flee with his son when they only wanted him to do his duty? That would end well. But what to do, what if Ulrich was already gone? He hadn't even gotten to say good-bye...

It was with this thought in mind he burst into his son's room and saw Ulrich standing by the window in his mistcloak, looking out into the mists. The sight of this brought Niklaus to a sudden and complete stop even as the door he'd slammed open rebounded off the wall with an almighty crash.

"Lord Ruler!" His son cried, spinning around to face him, "Who- father, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the wall?"

For several seconds Niklaus said nothing, trying to process the fact that Ulrich was still here and not among the mists, he'd been expecting an empty room, not this. But then his eyes narrowed.

"How do you know about that?" He asked, "You should have been in bed, asleep. You don't have training tonight."

Ulrich laughed nervously and suddenly became very interested in the ceiling, "Oh you know father, I couldn't sleep I was just going for a walk to stretch my legs and I overheard-"

"Eavesdropped, with tin no doubt," Niklaus interjected, "What have I told you about using your powers frivolously, Ulrich?"

"It wasn't frivolous!" His son said, squaring his thin shoulders, "I learned important information, father!"

"So you admit it, then." Niklaus said, eyes even narrower and Ulrich groaned in defeat.

"Yes, so maybe I used some tin and listened in on a conversation I shouldn'tve, but does it really matter? Phyra's gone rogue father, you know what that means, I finally get to kick her ass."

"Language."

"Butt, whatever, the point is I finally get to be a proper Mistborn. This is the best father, my first mission will be so amazing!"

It's suicide you idiot boy, Niklaus swallowed the bitter words down, if his son was to survive he had to have some hope, "This isn't a sparring match, Ulrich. She's gone rogue, any fight with her is to the death."

"I know!" Ulrich said, drawing his daggers, "But Cousin Phyra doesn't think much of me, so when I show her how good I really am she won't stand a chance!" He made a few feinting thrusts with his daggers, eviscerating some invisible foe, then he stopped and seemed to think, finally, he looked up at Niklaus, one eyebrow quirked, "But really father, shouldn't you be on the walls?"

"I-" wanted to see if you were still here, Niklaus left the rest of the sentence unsaid. It was not something he could admit. "I came to wake you." He said instead, and grit his teeth at his son's easy smile.

"And you found me already awake and ready and waiting. Don't worry father, I can do this, I promise," Lord Ruler how had he raised someone so oblivious? He was so- so... eager to die.

No, he was eager to serve his house. He was eager to make his father proud. He was eager to push himself to his limits. He was not eager to throw his life away. Niklaus had instilled in him complete trust in Ellsworth's judgement, he would never think Ellsworth would throw his life away, if only...

"Lord Niklaus?" Damnit it was a guard, "You're needed on the walls, sir." How had they found him? Because you wouldn't have gone anywhere else. The man didn't deserve the glare Niklaus turned on him, but Niklaus couldn't really bring himself to care.

"Yes. I know." His voice was clipped, and he turned back to Ulrich, just a few more moments, that's all he needed.

"I was told to escort you, sir." The man said, and the trepidation in his voice was clear.

"Go with him, father, I'll be fine! No doubt Uncle is sending someone down with my orders already." Ulrich said, smiling still, and Niklaus could not bring himself to take that away from him. He did not want his son's last hours to be filled with fear anyway. Better that he was like this, better that he didn't know what was going to happen. Yes this was... better.

And maybe Ellsworth won't send him, a tiny, ridiculously hopeful part of Niklaus thought, Maybe he'll realize that losing two Mistborn is folly and leave Ulrich out of this madness.

"Until those orders arrive, I expect you to stay here, in your room, and wait." Niklaus told him, he would not put it past his son to leave without orders and atium.

"But father-"

Niklaus just looked at him, he let only a fraction of the worry and anger and helplessness he was feeling into his gaze, but it was enough to sober even the ever happy Ulrich and the boy sighed and said, "I understand. I'll see you soon father."

Niklaus nodded to his son, and somehow managed to keep his voice from breaking, "I'll see you soon, Ulrich." Then he turned and followed the guard to his post, fully expecting to never see his son again.

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#19 Noelle

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Posted 31 January 2014 - 07:14 AM

Niklaus Venture

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Name: Niklaus Venture
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Papa Wolf
Relationship Status: Widowed









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Standing 6'6", Niklaus is extremely tall, however he is not burly or overly muscular. Indeed, while his shoulders are broad and his chest large, his long limbs give him the look of a shorter man who was stretched to be the height he is.

Niklaus's face is weathered, but still handsome. Even features and a strong jaw lend his face a certain level of nobility. His dark gray eyes are set deep beneath thick eyebrows. His hair is long for a man, dark brown and curly, and tends to be stringy and unkempt, as if it could really use a wash. He doesn't go clean shaven like most nobles, but lets a ghosting of stubble grow on his chin.




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Niklaus was born in 873, shortly before his twin sister, Gisela came into the world. His parents, Fredrick and Ellen Venture, had been trying for nearly ten years to have children and so the bounty of two at once came as a welcome surprise.

Niklaus was a rambunctious child, however he didn't spend much time with boys the same age as him. He much prefered the company of his sister and the two were partners in crime on many a childish prank. His parents were good natured about it however, and while they didn't exactly encourage the twin's troublemaking they were too busy doting on them to do much about it.

Things turned much more serious when Niklaus and Gisela turned seven, though, because that was when they were beaten to see if they had Allomancy. Niklaus Snapped into a Coinshot where Gisela did not Snap at all. Nick was happy about this new and wonderful power, even though Gisela did not have one, but when his days were suddenly filled with lessons on steel rather then time roughhousing with his sister he became irate. He had had lessons apart from Gisela when he was taught the basics of dueling, but they had nothing on his new lesson plan.

It came to a head one day when his father was taking him to a lesson. He stopped walking and his father, a tall, broad man like Niklaus would one day become, actually dragged Nick several feet before realizing his son had stopped moving.

"Niklaus, what's wrong?" His father asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"I feel fine." Niklaus said shortly, "But this is dumb, I don't wanna go to all these lessons I wanna play with Sela."

"You have a duty to the House, Niklaus, you know that. The Lord Ruler has given you this wonderful power and it is your duty to use it well." His father's voice was gentle, and he took a step forward, but Niklaus stood firm.

"No. This isn't fair, I wanna play with Sela, not do these stupid lessons. All they do is make me do the same thing over and over, it's dumb." He yanked his hand out of his fathers grasp and crossed his arms, looking up, up, up to glare into his father's eyes.

Fredrick knelt down and put his hands on his son's tiny shoulders, "But it is fair Niklaus, don't you see? The House and the Lord Ruler have given you everything you've ever wanted. They've given you food and clothes and a roof over your head. They've given you toys to play with and gardens to run around in, they've given you me and your mother and they've even given you Gisela, and all they want in return is for you too work hard and do your lessons. You understand, don't you son?"

"But I wanna play with Sela!" Niklaus shouted, losing his temper.

Fredrick didn't get angry though, he just squeezed his son's shoulders and said, "And you will, once you finish your lessons. The harder you work in them the more you'll get to play with Gisela, I promise."

Niklaus narrowed his eyes then lifted one hand and held out his little finger, "Pinkie swear?" he asked seriously and his father nodded solemnly.

"Pinkie swear." Fredrick linked his own long finger with Niklaus' tiny one and added, "You have my word as Lord Fredrick Venture."

"If you break your promise I'll tell Uncle Denton on you." Niklaus threatened, and his father laughed.

"Don't worry, Niklaus that isn't going to happen, but remember he's Lord Venture... can we go to your lesson now?" Fredrick asked and after a moment of thinking Niklaus nodded.

"I guess." Niklaus said, and Fredrick stood up, grabbed his hand, and led him to his steel teachers.

With the reward of being able to spend time with Gisela, Niklaus actually bothered applying himself to his lessons and that was all it took for him to excell. He was riding high on this triumph when he finally started practicing dueling in earnest. It was there he met the man who would be come his archnemisis. Magnus Venture.

He was a Pewterarm, and he was perfect. Where Niklaus would complain, Magnus was silent. where Niklaus would merely pretend to try, Magnus would apply himself, where Niklaus would be sloppy, Magnus was precise. What was worse was when they practiced, Niklaus only won one duel out of five with the other boy. It was intolerable! He was obviously cheating and using pewter, that was the only explanation, but when Niklaus voiced this opinion he was smacked and told to not make excuses. Like he was lying! But the worst thing, the absolute worst thing, was how Gisela felt about him.

She liked him, like a man liked a woman. She was seven it was much, much, muchmuchmuch too soon for her to like someone. Especially someone related to her. Especially Magnus.

"He's so dreamy." Gisela sighed one day, after Niklaus had worked his butt off in lessons to get to spend time with her.

Niklaus just stared at his sister, "What does that even mean, that you dream about him? That's gross."

"Dreamy: adjective, wonderful; marvelous." She said as if she was reciting something out of a book.

Niklaus tried to understand, he really did, but he did not know what his sister was saying, "I only understood one of the things you just said. Have you been reading that book with all the words again?"

Gisela looked down her nose at him, "All books have lots of words, barbarian."

"I mean the one that you get all these weird words from!" He said, pointing at her like that explained everything.

"It's called a dictionary!"

"Yes that, why do you read that? Why do you need all these words, especially ones to describe him." The venom in his voice was clear, but Gisela just drew herself up, they were almost the same height still, and stared her brother down.

"His name is Magnus. And I'll have you know we have a scintillating discussion the other day, he actually thinks, unlike some people." She tossed her head and crossed her arms.

Niklaus wasn't buying it, "You have to be making these words up now. Sin-tahl-late-ing? That can't be a word."

She gave him the evil eye, "Well it is, so there."

"What does it mean?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Because you don't know what it means."

"No because you're a gigantic, inarticulate, commoner and you don't deserve to know!" She started stomping away.

"Try using real words when you insult me, it'll work better!" He shouted back and started plotting vengeance against Magnus. Taking his sister away from him was going too far.

It turns out, however, that breaking a dueling cane over another boy's head, even when he can burn pewter, even when he stole your sister, does nothing but get you punched in the face. Niklaus, naturally, punched him right back, but he was saved by retaliation when their instructor dragged them apart.

That didn't mean he wasn't in trouble, of course. His parents lectured him for nearly an hour on why what he did was wrong, and how it must never happen again. Niklaus got through it by trying to figure out how long Magnus was going to sport a black eye. He had pewter to heal after all, so maybe a week? His parents eventually realized they weren't getting through to him and so they just told him he wasn't getting any playtime with Gisela for the next two months.

Niklaus tried to weasel out of it, of course. He pointed out that Magnus had been cheating at their duels, and that he was annoying, and that he'd tried to steal Gisela, and also that he'd deserved it, but that only got him another month without playtime with Gisela and he gave up.

It had been totally worth it though.

The best part, however, came when he saw Gisela again, she was angry with Magnus, her little crush was gone. It was wonderful.

"The only thing he's verbose about is dueling, and he punched you in the face. No one punches you in the face except me." She told him, hands on hips.

"Hey!" Niklaus said, secretly happy, "I think you mean no one punches me in the face."

Gisela just looked at him, then at her fists and Niklaus hurried to say, "I mean of course, yes, you're right little sister."

Gisela hurrumphed, "What's so fascinating about dueling anyways?"

"You get to hit people, with sticks. What isn't great about that?" Niklaus asked, gesturing wildly, "I get to hit Magnus with a stick it's the best thing ever."

"Maybe I should learn how to duel, if it's so amusing I deserve to know how to duel."

Niklaus almost, almost, said 'but you're a girl, girl's don't duel' but even as young as he was he knew how bad an idea that was, Instead he tried to play it cool as he said, "I could teach you."

"Do I really want you to teach me, though?" She asked, "Perhaps I should ask Magnus, he seems the superior duelist."

Niklaus glared at her, "You just said you didn't like him, not two minutes ago."

"I'm willing to make a sacrifice if it means I get the most exceptional teacher." She said.

"Maybe if you want a cheating cheater who cheats." Niklaus spat, "Magnus is nothing without his stupid pewter, I'm way better than him, I promise."

Gisela was quiet for a while, then, "I suppose I can deign to allow you to teach me." Niklaus' nonplussed expression made her roll her eyes, "That means yes Niklaus."

"Oh ok, sure, I'll teach you once we're allowed to play again then!" he said happily.

It was hard getting through the next three months. Magnus had a grudge against him now, and his pewter burning must have gone up because Niklaus started winning only one in ten duels with the other boy, but whenever it got too unbearable Niklaus just remembered how'd Magnus had looked with a black eye and he was content.

Gisela turned out to be a horrible student however, she was always complaining about everything. She complained about the blisters she got, about how her arms were tired, about how he'd hit her too hard, but whenever Niklaus tried to give up teaching her she drew herself up, looked down her nose at him and told him to continue or else she'd beat him up.

Life continued like that for several years, Niklaus' intial hatread and jealousy of Magnus became a deep seated, everpresent loathing that he kept inside. Gisela grew into a woman rather than a girl, which meant that while their dueling lessons continued there was no more roughthousing or light hearted play. Niklaus himself had grown into a man, at least in the eyes of society, he himself still felt like a boy in the body of an adult.

They debuted at the age of fifteen at a ball held by Venture itself, ostensibly in their honor. Niklaus stuck close to Gisela, she was his anchor in this world of glamour, secrets, and silk wrapped daggers. It was not as if he was unprepared, no Niklaus had been trained from an early age in the ways of the court, but he had never been a people person. He was too passionate, too easy to anger. With time he had learned to temper his reactions, though it gave him the appearance of a cold, emotionless person.

Gisela was the opposite, charming and vivacious she offset Niklaus' cold demeanor. It seemed little of the girl his sister used to be remained at times, then they would duel and Niklaus would be reminded she was alive and well, merely hidden.

There was a downside to his sister's good nature however, suitors appears left and right seeking her hand. Few, if any, were drawn in merely by her personality. No, Gisela was an extremely eligible bachelorette, being of rather high birth in a Great House, the face that she was a good person was merely a footnote to these men. Naturally, Niklaus scared them off like the good brother he was, Gisela didn't seem to appreciate it though.

She confronted him one day while he was at one of his self-defense lessons.

"Niklaus, we need to talk." Was all she said.

"I'm a little busy right now, sister," Niklaus bit out from where he was being held, one arm twisted painfully behind his back as his instructor demonstrated a hold.

"I'll wait," she said sweetly, and stood there for several minutes watching him practice holds and counters until she lost her patience, "Any time now, big brother."

"Gisela I'm busy, can you bother me after my lessons please?"

Gisela looked down her nose at him, no mean feat considering he was now several inches taller than her, "No, you've inconvenienced me, it's time for me to inconvenience you."

Niklaus sighed and begged a few minute's break from his instructor before following Gisela to an empty room, where she rounded on him.

"Alright brother, you have to desist with all this... overprotectiveness."

Niklaus rubbed his eyes, "I'm... sorry? What are you talking about?"

"You threatened to kill Allyn Ewing if he ever looked my way again."

"What? No I didn't. I just told him if he looked at you like that again I'd shove my dueling cane down his throat."

Gisela just looked at him.

"It isn't necessarily fatal," he said, looking a tad uncomfortable.
“Do you even listen to yourself talk?”

Niklaus crossed his arms, “What do you want from me, he was eyeing you.”

“Because I wanted him to!” Gisela burst out.

What?!

She gave a disgusted sigh, “Allyn Ewing is charming, handsome and rich, Niklaus. Why wouldn’t I want to catch his eye? Lord Ruler why did you think I was wearing that dress.”

“Gisela that’s unseemly!” Niklaus’ voice cracked like his voice was still deepening.

“My dear, sweet, innocent brother,” Gisela purred, “Some of us are actually interested in the opposite sex.”

“It’s not my fault you and Mother are a hard act to follow.”

For a moment, one blissful moment, Gisela seemed caught off guard, maybe even touched, then her eyes narrowed, “You can’t wriggle your way out of this so easily.”

“I’m not trying to wriggle out of anything,” Niklaus said, “But you can’t really expect me not to say anything when men are lookingat you like that.”

“I can and do.” Gisela said, and the look on her face was almost predatory, “And if you don’t I’ll start giving you details.”

“Huh?”

“Details, dear brother,” Gisela was scaring him now, “Details on what I find attractive about these men.” When Niklaus didn’t look properly terrified she added, “And what I’d like to do with them.” His face twisted and she pounced, “Allyn has such nice hair, don’t you agree. Niklaus? I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it.”

His entire body shuddered, as if she could shake off what his sister had said if he tried hard enough.

“Benedict Tekiel has nice arms, too. I wonder what it would be like if he just scooped me up and-“

“Stop!” Niklaus begged, but Gisela ignored him.

“He’s a duelist too, isn’t he? I wonder what he’d look like without a shirt on, or pan-“

Enough!” Niklaus clapped one hand over her traitorous mouth, “I’ll stop, alright? Just let us never, ever speak of this again. Please.”

“Don’t forget that promise,” Gisela said after he’d removed his hand, “Or I will tell you everything, dear brother.”

Niklaus had another involuntary, full body shudder, “Trust me I won’t.”



Naturally, Niklaus outed himself in spectacular fashion.

It was supposed to be a simple matter: escort one Lord Herrick Venture, the key business man in a business deal Sureau and its ilk did not want to see happen, to the keep. Ellsworth had suspected Sureau might try to have him assassinated, so he sent a contingent of men backed with Allomancers, Niklaus was among them. He was masked, of course, to protect his identity, or at least as much as one could protect the identity of a six and a half foot man affiliated with House Venture. In a group of tall men though, perhaps he would not be recognized. Sadly that was not to be, for Ellsworth had not foreseen one crucial detail of the Sureau's attempted assassination.

They had paid off the carriage driver.

Instead of turning where he was supposed to the man swerved in the opposite direction and was soon in an extremely crowded area that the Venture contingent had to bull their way through. Niklaus understood what was happening, and when he saw men on the rooftops ahead he knew he had to take action. The choice between keeping a low profile and serving his House was an easy one, and Niklaus jumped over the crowd in one frantic flare of steel, soaring in broad daylight how he was so used to doing in the mists. Several minutes travel was made in only seconds and he landed on top of the carriage as it came to a stop.

Niklaus thought quickly, if the men had any sense they'd be using stone tipped arrows to stop him from just pushing their missiles away, and no doubt there would be foot soldiers to pull the man out of the carriage and kill him. This was not an envious position to be in, but he didn't have to win. All he had to do was stall for the few crucial minutes it would take the rest of the Venture contingent to arrive, he wouldn't even have to do it alone, there were two other Coinshots who had to be on their way over.

Sure enough one landed next to him as the archers let fly their arrows, and while Niklaus was already scrambling off the top of the carriage the other Coinshot was still finding his balance. For his ill-timed steel jump the other Coinshot earned several arrows to the torso and he went down with a gurgle. Wonderful. Two Coinshots against however many men Sureau had decided to use to kill Lord Herrick Venture.

He had a few seconds to strategize while the archers took aim, the first order of business was to get rid of the stupid mask. He couldn't see clearly and the people who were now fleeing screaming probably recognized him anyway; he tore it off without a second thought, erasing any doubt who he was to the few remaining that saw his face. The second thing to do was to kill the carriage driver, but when Niklaus made to do just that he found that the third and final Coinshot had arrived and taken matters into his own hands. He was heaving the body off the carriage when Niklaus got there, and as the man held the reins to keep the horses from moving he got an idea.

"Drive off, now. I'll take care of the archers." He told the man, who was still masked.

"My thoughts exactly." the man replied, and snapped the reins across the horses' backs.

The carriage raced away, and the men who had been running forward to attack it were mostly diverted, chasing after something they would never catch. Now, it was time to deal with the archers, before they could get another volley in. Niklaus Pushed himself upwards just as they let fly again and the arrows broke uselessly against the cobblestone of the road. The men on the rooftops were already diving for cover when Niklaus let fly his coins, but there was precious little to be found; these buildings had not been made with battle in mind.

He wasn't sure how many he'd killed or injured, and as he had to spin to do the same to the other side of the street he didn't get a chance to check. However the archers were well and truly stopped by the time he landed on the ground once more, or at least all but one tenacious fool who shot an arrow that cut a furrow through Niklaus's right arm. He sent a few coins screaming through the man's head and focused his attention on the footmen.

They were running after the carriage, so he launched himself into the air again and started peppering their retreating backs with coins, dropping some. Soon he had to stop his efforts when the Venture contingent caught up and overwhelmed the footmen. Leaving them to their battle Niklaus went to see if he could take any of the archers alive, but after checking both rooftops found only dead men. Some he hadn't even killed, their throats had been slit by their own people as they'd retreated to keep them from spilling any secrets. It was unfortunate, but the important thing was that Lord Herrick still lived.

Ellsworth, while happy that Niklaus had saved Lord Herrick, was not as happy when the rumor mills suddenly became full of people talking about how Niklaus Venture was a Coinshot.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he remarked, his expression oddly seeming simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Herrick is safe, and that's what important, but Lord Ruler, man! You put on quite the show for them, didn't you? There'll be no covering that one up, that's for certain. Well, at least you gave them a fine demonstration of Venture's strength in the process. You're a living example of that now, so see that you act the part."

It was the best Niklaus could have hoped for, so he took the new duty on with as much grace as he could muster. He couldn't help being annoyed, however, that he wasn't allowed to go Steelpushing himself around the city during the day. Yes there were certain social restrictions one had to follow, but he was outed; why pretend to be a normal man when he was decidedly not? It would also keep him from ever being late to an appointment, but no matter, Niklaus was content to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Niklaus knew he was needed on the walls but he didn't really give a damn.

Phyra had gone rogue, he had thought this might happen. The woman was allowed too much freedom -- she'd probably slept with skaa for Lord Ruler's sake -- and why? Because she was Mistborn? It was idiocy pure and simple. Why hadn't Ellsworth foreseen this and done something to stop it? That was his damned job, but no matter.

Niklaus would die before his son paid the price for others idiocy.

Because they would send Ulrich after her, wouldn't they? Like a lamb to slaughter they'd send his son to clean up their own f***ing mess. The boy was only fourteen, he'd been training for less than a handful of years. He wasn't ready -- would he ever be ready? -- especially not to face Phyra. The woman may be insane but she was still skilled, his son, his son, was not ready to fight her, but what other choice did Ellsworth have? Willem was in Urteau, there were no other Venture Mistborn, why was Willem in Urteau? What possible reason could they have for having their most experienced Mistborn in another city? They needed him here, now, they needed someone, anyone, besides Ulrich to do this.

But what was he to do, betray his House and flee with his son when they only wanted him to do his duty? That would end well. But what to do, what if Ulrich was already gone? He hadn't even gotten to say good-bye...

It was with this thought in mind he burst into his son's room and saw Ulrich standing by the window in his mistcloak, looking out into the mists. The sight of this brought Niklaus to a sudden and complete stop even as the door he'd slammed open rebounded off the wall with an almighty crash.

"Lord Ruler!" His son cried, spinning around to face him, "Who- father, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the wall?"

For several seconds Niklaus said nothing, trying to process the fact that Ulrich was still here and not among the mists, he'd been expecting an empty room, not this. But then his eyes narrowed.

"How do you know about that?" He asked, "You should have been in bed, asleep. You don't have training tonight."

Ulrich laughed nervously and suddenly became very interested in the ceiling, "Oh you know father, I couldn't sleep I was just going for a walk to stretch my legs and I overheard-"

"Eavesdropped, with tin no doubt," Niklaus interjected, "What have I told you about using your powers frivolously, Ulrich?"

"It wasn't frivolous!" His son said, squaring his thin shoulders, "I learned important information, father!"

"So you admit it, then." Niklaus said, eyes even narrower and Ulrich groaned in defeat.

"Yes, so maybe I used some tin and listened in on a conversation I shouldn'tve, but does it really matter? Phyra's gone rogue father, you know what that means, I finally get to kick her ass."

"Language."

"Butt, whatever, the point is I finally get to be a proper Mistborn. This is the best father, my first mission will be so amazing!"

It's suicide you idiot boy, Niklaus swallowed the bitter words down, if his son was to survive he had to have some hope, "This isn't a sparring match, Ulrich. She's gone rogue, any fight with her is to the death."

"I know!" Ulrich said, drawing his daggers, "But Cousin Phyra doesn't think much of me, so when I show her how good I really am she won't stand a chance!" He made a few feinting thrusts with his daggers, eviscerating some invisible foe, then he stopped and seemed to think, finally, he looked up at Niklaus, one eyebrow quirked, "But really father, shouldn't you be on the walls?"

"I-" wanted to see if you were still here, Niklaus left the rest of the sentence unsaid. It was not something he could admit. "I came to wake you." He said instead, and grit his teeth at his son's easy smile.

"And you found me already awake and ready and waiting. Don't worry father, I can do this, I promise," Lord Ruler how had he raised someone so oblivious? He was so- so... eager to die.

No, he was eager to serve his house. He was eager to make his father proud. He was eager to push himself to his limits. He was not eager to throw his life away. Niklaus had instilled in him complete trust in Ellsworth's judgement, he would never think Ellsworth would throw his life away, if only...

"Lord Niklaus?" Damnit it was a guard, "You're needed on the walls, sir." How had they found him? Because you wouldn't have gone anywhere else. The man didn't deserve the glare Niklaus turned on him, but Niklaus couldn't really bring himself to care.

"Yes. I know." His voice was clipped, and he turned back to Ulrich, just a few more moments, that's all he needed.

"I was told to escort you, sir." The man said, and the trepidation in his voice was clear.

"Go with him, father, I'll be fine! No doubt Uncle is sending someone down with my orders already." Ulrich said, smiling still, and Niklaus could not bring himself to take that away from him. He did not want his son's last hours to be filled with fear anyway. Better that he was like this, better that he didn't know what was going to happen. Yes this was... better.

And maybe Ellsworth won't send him, a tiny, ridiculously hopeful part of Niklaus thought, Maybe he'll realize that losing two Mistborn is folly and leave Ulrich out of this madness.

"Until those orders arrive, I expect you to stay here, in your room, and wait." Niklaus told him, he would not put it past his son to leave without orders and atium.

"But father-"

Niklaus just looked at him, he let only a fraction of the worry and anger and helplessness he was feeling into his gaze, but it was enough to sober even the ever happy Ulrich and the boy sighed and said, "I understand. I'll see you soon father."

Niklaus nodded to his son, and somehow managed to keep his voice from breaking, "I'll see you soon, Ulrich." Then he turned and followed the guard to his post, fully expecting to never see his son again.

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#20 Tal Spektor

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Posted 31 January 2014 - 10:23 AM

I really don't know what to say. Well ,except for a word about the kid. I've seen you want him to be a PC, but to the best of my knowledge, PCs under 15 or 16 are not allowed.
Is an insane A.I.





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