Rikor
Skaa Misting
Contact: PM, Discord, etc.
Type: Skaa
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Beggar
Relationship Status: Single
Metals Used: Zinc
Degree of Skill: Intermediate
Status: Known to his crew, but not publicly

Rikor loves things that are gentle, soft, and fluffy about life, and he likes to spit on them. He's always sarcastic, loves messing with people, and is consistently smirking. Rikor pretends that he is confident and cocky around the crew, but on the inside, he's very insecure about his height and build. He is always standing up straight, and will spit back an insult to anyone who mentions his height or his scars or his beard. Or anything really. He finds joy in the ironies of life and believes revenge is the best tool for society to function. You're knocked down a peg, fight your way back up.
Strengths:
Rikor is very good at recognizing his own emotions and keeping them where he wants them. He is always aware of how he is presenting himself to others because his abilities as a Rioter have made him very aware of emotions. He is a strong fighter, balancing his physical weaknesses with his allomantic ability.
Weaknesses: Rikor is very self-critical and has a hard time letting others in on his real feelings. Because of his awareness of emotions, he is always putting up a facade. He is capable of reading, but only minimally. Rikor stresses about his family that he has left behind. He frequently rationalizes to himself what he's done and continues to move forward, typically using his abilities to convince a lady near him to spend the night.
When Rikor was eleven, his mother was killed after a nobleman decided he was finished with her, leaving him and Serti orphans. Rikor began spending daytime hours among the streets of skaa craftsmen, begging. During the nights, he stuck with his gang and they fought together. He became a skilled fighter.
Rikor was feisty and constantly getting in fights with their gang leader. One day, when Rikor was 16, the other kid had had enough and beat Serti in Rikor's place while Rikor was out begging. Rikor returned to the hideaway as Serti was killed. He was furious. He'd spent years raising and protecting his brother. Rage snapped inside of him and he killed the gang leader, leaving his body on top of Rikor's. It was the best burial he could afford his brother.
Rikor left the gang after Serti died. Amina, a girl that had begged with him, came with him and they dueled various upstart gangs for money. Both were competent fighters and began acting as mercenaries for various crews as they grew older. When crews or gangs needed some extra fighters or bodyguards, they'd be hired on for a job. Rikor didn't like staying with a single crew or gang for a long time, preferring to move on, living transiently throughout Luthadel.
After his brother's death, he'd realized he had a source inside of him. When he used it, he could change others' emotions, increasing them, whatever they were. He began using the ability in his fights until a Seeker in the crew he was working for had approached him and explained allomancy to him. Rikor now demands a Smoker accompany him to all fights when he works with a crew.
Five years ago, he andAmina joined up with Kolin's crew and Ami had decided to stick around. Rikor couldn't convince himself to do so, so he continued contracts, but stayed close with Amina, frequently working for Kolin. A year or so ago, Rikor decided to stick with the crew, but he rarely spends the night in the safehouse itself, preferring to visit brothels or new alleyways. It's his way of staying mobile while sticking with the crew.
Rikor took the opportunity to jab the boy in the gut. "So, like I said, you'll be leaving the alley tonight." The kid looked down at him and shrugged off the sadness he felt.
"You're not even tall enough to lay across this alley," the boy said. "We'll be staying. You'll be leaving." Rikor grinned. Another fight, then. He whipped out his knives and leaped forward, slashing the boy's shins quickly. The kid was stupid, but not leaving an alley that Rikor wanted didn't deserve death. He Pulled on the boy's sense of fatigue and he stumbled. Rikor grabbed him around the chest and shoved him down the alley, pinning him up against the wall. The other kids were still staring. He Rioted their fear and insecurity and they stayed where they were. Ami would take care of any that got in the way, if the manipulation faded too soon.
"Kid, leave now. You're hungry," He Rioted the boy's hunger. "Tired," switched to fatigue. "Scared." Rikor finished it off with a classic fear Riot. "Pick another alley." The kid stumbled down the alley as Rikor let go of him. The others followed.
"My lady Amina, here is your bed for the night," Rikor said with the false accent of the nobility once the kids had scattered. He pointed to a pile of discarded rags and ash. "My apologies for the lack of cleanliness, I know your ladyship prefers better, but this is all I could manage for the night."
Edited by Mailliw73, 15 January 2019 - 12:00 AM.