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Aaron Elariel

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#1 Aaron Elariel

  • Elariel Heir

Looking Good in Red
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 27 June 2010 - 04:07 AM


Player Information
Handle : Comatose
Contact : [email protected]

Character Information
Name: Aaron Elariel
Age: 23
Type: Noble
Gender: Male
Occupation: Nobleman/Thief
Marital Status: Single

Type of Powers: Allomancy
Metals Used: Iron
Degree of Skill: Advanced

Hair: Black, Just long enough to hang in his eyes, Glossy and straight, artfully messy. It is cut short beginning in cycle 2.
Eyes: Light Grey, Wide
Height: 5'11
Weight: Lean, but toned build.
Voice: Mid-range male voice, smooth.
Overall Appearance: Aaron is good looking. He is lean, light, but well muscled. His features are delicate for a male, but women usually swoon over him anyways. He has a charismatic smile, a tendency to wink. He laughs easily, and seems very care free. His appearance however is always exactly as he wants it to be, even if it doesn't look like it. He often prefers a polished, but rough-around-the-edges look.
Special Skills: Lock-Picking, Stealth, Infiltration, Acrobatics, Thievery, Flirtation, Humour, Slights-of-Hand
Strengths: Aaron is a thief. A very good one. He is also very good a putting people at ease. He is charismatic, and easy to get along with. (Seemingly) completely trustworthy.
Weaknesses: He is irresponsible and easily distracted. He is also a thrill-seeker, and that often gets him into binds that her barely escapes from.

Aaron is indifferent to most of Luthadel. He enjoys the company of other noble men and women, but doesn't truly care about anyone but himself and his twin sister Daerra. He is sometimes uncaring, or flippant, but always extremely charismatic. He rarely takes anything seriously. He doesn't really care about Skaa, however, occasionally, when directly confronted with one being mistreated, he feels a twinge of pity. He tries not to think about that though. He is his sister's creature through and through, and would follow her to the grave. He has an easy way with women, but has resisted all attempts by his family to get him into serious relationship. Despite this, he makes friends with both women and men easily, and has acquaintances from most of the other great houses. He hates politics, and prefers being out in the mists to a ball room any day.

Aaron was born second, and so he always follows his twin sister Daerra's lead. They were born in the year 895 to Lord Andrew and Lady Janelle Elariel. Their father, Lord Andrew, though the eldest of the two Elariel brothers, was stricken from the succession after an attempt to manipulate his brother into taking his father's life. And so, Alistair, the younger brother, was, and is currently, Lord Elariel. A year later, a son, named Mikhail, was born to Lord Alistair, and was named heir.

As a prominent member of the first tier, and second in line for the house title, Aaron was raised in luxury. His parents, however, were less than ideal. Soon after giving birth to her children, Janelle Elariel lost almost all interest in them, preferring the company of her social circle to that of her new family. They only real part of their lives she was concerned with was how they were dressed. Lord Elariel took interest in his children rarely. One was when they showed excellence in their lessons, and Aaron was rarely excellent. He preferred playing mistborn outside with his sister, climbing the trees on the grounds, or watching the soldiers on the sparring grounds. He never had a head for numbers, like his sister, and struggled with most of his lessons. He could always tell his father was expecting more from him, more, even than from Daerra, though she was brilliant already, but somehow, he knew he would never measure up. So, instead of trying, he stopped caring. Because of his distant parents, and the rivalry between his father and uncle that prevented him from ever growing close to Mikhail, Daerra quickly became Aaron's closest and constant companion. And, when they had time away from lessons, one of their favorite things to do was to play mistborn.

"You're dead," Aaron would often say. "I shot you full of metal with my steel. You're dead."

Daerra shook her head. Even as a child, she was beautiful, not a hair out of place, even though they were playing, and composure that even some adults lacked. "No, I was soothing you, silly. And rioting you as well. I was filling you with pity, and concern for hurting a little girl. You wouldn't be able to bring yourself to fire those coins at me."

"Well," said Aaron thinking for a moment. Fights with Daerra never went as planned. She always knew sneaky ways to use the other metals that Aaron didn't understand. She didn't understand what being a mistborn was really about. Being a mistborn was about jumping around and flying in the mists, and being sneaky, and killing their houses enemies. She thought it was all about controlling people with zinc and brass. Aaron didn't correct her though. She was his sister, and she liked being in charge. Finally, after a bit of thought, Aaron had it; a way to beat Daerra. That was another difference between them. Daerra could figure things out faster than their tutor could snap his fingers, but Aaron always had to think things through. If he ever wanted to finish his work in time, he usually ended up going with his gut, and guessing. That was another thing Daerra didn't understand about Mistborn. In the stories, mistborn always followed their instincts.

"Well, I'm soothing you too, to make you stop soothing me, and then I'll shoot you full of coins."

Daerra laughed and shook her head. "That not how soothing works, dumb dumb. You can't just control people, you have to be sneaky. You should have just burned copper, copper will protect you from brass and zinc. Everybody knows that."

One of the only times his father truly paid attention to his children was on the day they snapped. Aaron was roused from his bed on the eve of his and his sister's seventh birthday, and they were both dragged deep down into keep Elariel to be beaten by two of his father's personal guards. Aaron didn't know what was going on, but he knew from the look on Daerra's face that it was serious. He knew it had something to do with allomancy, and that made him excited. He had always hoped he would be a mistborn someday. Though he was small for his age, he could already jump higher than Mikhail, and the guard captain said he was showing promise with the miniature duelling canes. He knew he would make an excellent mistborn.

He hadn't expected to be beaten though. They took him first, for some reason. Daerra was older, but they took him first. He never really understood that until later, when he realized how badly his father had not wanted just a mistborn child, but a mistborn son. Aaron didn't remember much about the beating, just that it hurt more than anything he had felt in his life. Worse even then when he had broken his arm when he tried to climb the outside of the keep. He remembered crying and screaming for them to stop, for his father to help him, but no body listened. He didn't remember the actual sting of the switch, or what he actually said or thought, or felt, but he did remember asking his father to help.

He remembered one other thing too. Daerra, calling out, her voice clear as a bell, telling them that he was burning metals, and they could stop. He didn't need the hear the guard say he hadn't noticed, or his father's shouting to know what Daerra had done. She had saved his life. She was his big sister, that's what she did.

Allomancy opened up a whole new world for Aaron. He wasn't good at sums or public speaking, but he was good at lurching. His allomancy trainer had recommended holding off his training until he was older, since Lurching was one of the most dangerous metals to master on it's own, but Aaron pleaded his father day and night to let him start, and for once, his pleading worked. He might not be a mistborn, and he couldn't help feeling disappointed, both for himself, and for his father, but he was still an allomancer. And he was going to be the best Lurcher he could be.

Four years after Aaron's beating, his cousin Mikhail snapped, revealing himself to be a pewterarm. Aaron hadn't realized how early seven was for beating, but apparently the Elariels usually waited until ten, and his father had forced the issue, eager to see if one of his children was mistborn. At first, Aaron was jealous, as pewter was one of his favorite metals, but as he continued training, he soon decided Iron was the best metal anyway. His youngest cousin, Claudia, failed to snap at all, and after her beating, Aaron noticed his father was much happier. He might not have any mistborn children, but his brother did not either.

In his teens, Aaron began attending balls, and meeting people outside of his family. He found he made friends easily, but had no talent for politics like Daerra. His father and mother made several attempts to set him up with women from other houses, but Aaron got bored of their simpering, and their, well, girliness, too quickly to stick with any one girl. His mother actually began taking interest in him in his teens, though she often embarrassed him with her behavior. She sometimes flirted with his friends, who were half her age, and seemed to treat him more like a brother than a son. Her efforts to set him up with her friend's daughters always failed though. He enjoyed flirting, and kissing of course, when he got the chance, however, he never really found a girl who he really wanted to form a relationship with. He wanted someone different from all the courtly puffs his parents set him up with. He wanted someone he didn't have to posture around, who he could be himself with. He wanted someone who he could tell about the mists.

As he grew, Aaron quickly mastered the basic techniques with shields for lurching. Mastered them, and grew bored. Could his tutor truly not see what more iron could do? Around the age of fourteen, Aaron took his first trip out into the mists, nearly killing himself twice when he failed to judge a particular distance or left himself without any iron to pull himself up with. Ending the evening with a sprained ankle, and multiple bruises, Aaron resolved to get better. His family noticed the injuries, and Aaron was reprimanded by his trainers, but they didn't see what else Aaron had brought back with him: a smile. The evening escapades continued, until everyone admitted he would not be stopped, and had his trainer work on his new techniques with him. They even called in a mistborn to teach him what he could about jumping with iron. With allomancy, Aaron mastered everything he was taught almost instantly, and was constantly discovering new ways to use lurching to move around. The mists seem to call to him at night, and it was only flying through them, that he felt truly alive. He became so adept, that there began to be talk of him taking up some mistborn duties. Then Claudia snapped, and everything changed.

It was an attack on Mikhail that did it. Apparently her beating had not gone far enough, for when she stepped in between Mikhail and a rebel coinshot, she snapped to save her life. Claudia. Quiet, reserved, timid, and usually sweet Claudia was a Mistborn. Aaron's father was furious beneath his calm exterior, and he accused his brother of hiding Claudia's nature from their house all along, but his accusations were proven false. Claudia began training immediately, and the position of House Mistborn was filled. Aaron did not know what to do.

Allomancy was everything to him. He was not interested in balls or politics. He enjoyed spending time with other noblemen, and noblewomen too, and he was very well-liked at court, but companionship could never compare to what he felt when he was flying full speed through the mists, only to find he had no anchor. As far as he knew, none of his friends were allomancers, and if they were, he doubted he would ever find out. They were from different houses, after all. The only person who he could really speak about his encounters with was Daerra. She did not share his passion for thrill seeking, but she did understand it, to an extent. And he was sure that was why she started the thieving crew. She said it was for the money, but deep down, Aaron knew it was to make him feel better about not being mistborn.

Aaron took to theiving instantly. It had everything, the rush, the stealth, and the excitement. Already adept at acrobatics, and lurching, Aaron soon added lock picking and sleights of hand to his list of trades. His ability to instantly find sources of metal made him a incomparable thief, and when Daerra added a smoker who he could take with him, Martin the dwarf, Aaron had truly found his niche.

So, though doing what he loves at night, Aaron continues to drift through the currents of Luthadel, following his sisters lead in whatever she does.

Roleplay Sample
[Just an example of your skills.]

Aaron was born second, and so he let Daerra take the lead. She was better at planning anyways. Aaron always liked her plans at least. Winking at his sister, he made sure the dwarf Martin, their team's smoker, was secured to his chest. Where Daerra had found a dwarf who could burn copper ways beyond Aaron's comprehension, but it suited him his purposes. He just wished Martin didn't smell so bad. Taking a step to the side, to get a better view of the keep, Aaron burned Iron. Immediately dozens of blue lines appeared. Lines pointing to sources of metal. He picked one, the one that pointed to the metal inlays on the roof above a balcony Daerra had pointed to, and tugged. He shot off the ground like a bullet. As he sped through the air he spread his arms wide, and resisted the urge to call out. People who had never flown through them mists didn't know what it really meant to live.

In an instant, he neared the balcony, and stopped pulling. In one motion he dropped Martin, fell into a roll and came up on his feet just shy of hitting the double stained glass doors that led deeper into the keep. He focused on the lock, and suddenly the one line pointing to it split out into a web of blue, each line pointing to a different part of the metal lock. It was a simple lock, and so there was no need to resort to his lock picks. Pulling on several parts simultaneously, the lock came open easily. He motioned for Martin to follow, and entered the keep.
Their journey through the keep was mostly undisturbed. Most of the nobles would be away at tonight's ball. Suddenly, Aaron heard the clamor of feet walking up the stairs. He quickly grabbed Martin, and pulled against the metal beams behind the high plaster ceiling. He twisted in the air so that he met the ceiling on his side, and the dwarf clung to the straps across his chest. He hung there for a time, his back pressing painfully into the ceiling, until the servant girl, and her companion passed.

Now, he thought to himself. How do we get down? As if he had heard Aaron's thoughts, Martin grumbled.

*For a more detailed sample, see the Preparations thread.

#2 Chaos

High House Noble

Posted 27 June 2010 - 04:28 AM

I'll change your account's name right after this. Typically character accounts just have their username be the same as their character name. ((Staff just have different usernames that way we can access admin controls independently of our characters, but that's not important :P))

It's a cool concept, and there's no way I'm not going to accept the character. However, just two little things:

-Since the other Elariel, Claudia Elariel is the sister to the heir, do you think we could have your characters be cousins to Claudia and Mikhail (the heir)? Just because nobility typically don't reproduce that much, it doesn't quite make sense for one family to have four children.

-I like the idea of a noble thieving crew, but I'm not seeing a lot of motivation as to why Aaron does it. A little character motivation would go a long way.

Do that, and you're golden! Just go ahead and edit your first post with the changes :)

#3 Comatose

  • Shard of Brain Inactivity

Looking Good in Red

Posted 27 June 2010 - 04:42 AM

Those changes good? I'll move on to Daerra.

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#4 Chaos

High House Noble

Posted 27 June 2010 - 04:46 AM


By the way, you do need two separate accounts, so go make an Daerra Elariel account, and I'll go delete the old application of Daerra's you posted in a bit.

(Also, we have this handy chat box on the side for quick things like this :P)

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