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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

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#1 Niro

Magnus Venture's Desk

Posted 19 August 2010 - 11:15 PM

Skaa Tineye

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Character Information
Name: Terrenchalice (He goes by Tink).
Age: 16.
Type: Skaa.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Kitchen Servant.
Marital Status: Single.

Type of Powers: Allomancy.
Metals Used: Tin.
Degree of Skill: Intermediate.

Hair: Brown and unruly.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'7?
Weight: 115lbs.
Voice: Tink has a tenor voice. He speaks in Eastern Street Slang, a complex language of the eastern streets, that is meant to sound like gibberish. Tink can talk normally, but talks in fractured sentences, only a bit more comprehensible than his slang.
Overall Appearance: Tink is a young, thin skaa. He is malnourished, and therefore has not grown to see his full size. His face is kind of round, still somewhat that of a child's. His muscles are strong and developed from his job, hauling things to and from Keep Casuana's kitchens.

Special Skills: Long ago, in a city far to the east, Tink lived as a young child, roaming the streets of a city he know tries to forget. But once he ?gained? passage aboard a canal boat and made for the big city, he found that his tin could be put to good use. Mellon, another skaa, taught Tink to use his tin effectively, resulting in the perfect, albeit rude and loud, lookout.
Strengths: Tink's job in the kitchens is moving around foodstuffs and other objects. So he's pretty good at hauling stuff around, with hard and strong muscles to prove it.
Weaknesses: While Tink is skilled as a pack man, his abilities at running leave much to be desired. He can run at short distances, but is slow. And if you want him to go long distances, you might as well find someone else.

Personality Words like ?Uncouth? and ?Lewd? come in mind when someone wishes to describe Tink. He can be egotistical and selfish, not thinking of the feelings of others, like when he gropes skaa women or irks them to the point of tears. Tink likes to talk, whether or not someone is listening or even understands him, which stems from his abusive and lonely childhood.

But inside, Tink is insecure and frightened, afraid of what the Luthadel nobility could do to him. When it concerns the nobility, he tries to stay in the shadows, avoiding their eyes and taking entirely different routes if he had the possibility of running into one. He is afraid of the rebellion that Mellon is planning because he is horrified of what might happen if he was ever caught. Yet, because Mellon has been the closing thing to a father for him, he is willing to assist him.

Tink was born far to the east, in a city rather similar to Luthadel, albeit smaller and without walls, for they were prohibited every else but Luthadel. He was the youngest of seven children, the baby of the family. Tink was a halfbreed, son of a rather lazy nobleman who loved women but didn't like to clean up after himself. Because there were so many other children to take care of, his parents almost gave Tink no heed at all. The lonely boy formed gangs with the other children, using a strange dialect found only in the eastern lands. When his parents heard him speak, they thought him a monster, a mistwraith that had stolen Tink's body and mind. They beat him, trying to get the boy to stop speaking gibberish. But for so long the seven year old Tink had been talking in this way that he found it difficult to return to normal speech. His parents beat him until he fell unconscious, then left his body lying on the dirt floor of the house.

His siblings avoided him, not wanting the same treatment. For six more days Tink was beat in a similar fashion, always falling unconscious and waking up either deep into the night or early in the night. During on of these beatings, he Snapped and became a Tineye, yet Tink did not discover this for a long time. On the six day, Tink decided to leave his hell of a home, sneaking aboard a local canal boat. For a long time, he sat in the cargo hold of the ship, crammed inside a crate that held simple grains. He survived by eating the grains and stealing what water he could from other crates and from the people who ran the boat.

After what seemed like forever, Tink left the boat in a city called Suisna, a settlement practically on Luthadel's doorstep. Wanting the big city life, he went to Luthadel, foolishly attempting to gain entrance through the gates. Lucky for him, a noblemen and his wife were entering the city at the time, saw Tink, and remembered they needed a pack man, someone to haul around things in the kitchen. They took Tink, and forced him to work in the kitchens of their keep, seat of House Casuana.

For going on ten years now, Tink has lived in Keep Casuana, one of the many servants. He befriended another skaa, a man named Mellon, who taught him to use his Allomancy, the tin that had been a gift to him. He also developed a sort of relationship with Fenna, a cook in the kitchens, who he loves to fondle, tease, and talk to. He was reluctant to join the insurgent skaa group in Keep Casuana.

Roleplay Sample

Ash fell from the sky today, like it had yesterday and would for all of eternity.

Tink softly whistled, shuffling down the halls deep within Keep Casuana. In his hands he carried a crate, chock full of things like chicken and wheat and yeast. Foodstuffs that Fenna would put to good use. Ah, Tink wished he could put Fenna to good use. But the girl was so jumpy, so paranoid of shadows and sounds. But her fine body would please any man, even the numerous nobles, both male and female, that lived in Keep Casuana, for Tink saw the stares, the glances of lust, envy, and jealousy.

Down here, all was quiet, except for Tink's heavy footfalls and whistling. It was sort of dark too, the torches giving inadequate light. So Tink burned tin, gently like Mellon had taught him, so that the torches burned brightly. But with his tin on, Tink also heard the head cook, named Monna or Monta or something, chastising one of the servants. Wasing the lecture of Fenna, eh? Tink thought to himself. By the Lord Ruler, did that girl seem to get lectured for every little thing she did. That fat, ugly chef was probably jealous of Fenna's fine features. Tink knew he would be, if fin' he was female.

When saw the chef lady storm from the kitchen, he sunk into the shadows, trying to avoid her. Noblemen were like a disease, in Tink's mind, always taking away skaa. They were like gods. But Tink knew only the Lord Ruler was a god. He was the Sliver of Insanity, for crying out loud. Or was it the Sliver of Infinity?

Either way, it mattered not. Tink carefully and silently set down his burden, creeping up behind Fenna as she worked, bent over to add something to a cream of some sort. Wow, did her rump look fine, even in the simple and ill-fitting servant's dress. It just called for Tink's touch, to massage with his hand.

So Tink did just that, standing right behind Fenna, one hand vigourously groping the left cheek of her backside. By the Lord Ruler, was is soft, like dough in his hands. Tink saw Fenna stiffen, bringing a smile to Tink's lips. It was obvious she liked it. Why wouldn't she?

Bending over her form, Tink drew very, very close to her, his mouth over her right ear.

"Having the hop of the night?" Tink whispered, glee and something else, perhaps lust, in his voice.
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#2 KChan

Atium Chandelier

Posted 22 August 2010 - 08:07 PM

Good to have some more skaa around. Accepted.

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