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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 OreSanjou

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Posted 25 November 2010 - 07:35 AM


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Character Information
Name: OreSanjou
Age: 3rd Generation
Type: Kandra
Gender: Male
Blessing: Blessing of Potency

Hair: Prefers a fine, short cropping of black-as-night hair when left to his own choices. Of course, this widely varies as well depending on who he may be impersonating at the time.
Eyes: Rounded with an incredibly sharp gaze, he has yet to settle on a personal 'favorite' color.
Height: He prefers an average height, roughly around 5' 10"-11", not enough to stick out, but enough to be able to properly 'loom' when need be.
Weight: Roughly 140 lbs when applicable, he prefers to keep a lean, almost lanky build, belying the added power his Blessing has given him.
Voice: A deep, almost guttural rasp that has proven to be quite startling when first heard issue forth from his lips; exactly the reason he has kept it when not needing the voice of another.
Overall Appearance: OreSanjou is quite probably one of the most peculiar kandra of his or any current generation. He is often viewed with veiled to outright disdain for his chosen appearances, as his True Body is an ever-changing amalgam of stone, bone, and wood. In the Homeland, he is prone to concocting horrific skeletons to wear, lurking and skittering about on four legs one week, crawling along the ceiling with a dozen arms the next. When not given a specific body on contract, his appearance is that of a gaunt and eerie man, whose hungry gaze seems to pierce right through to a person's soul.

Special Skills: OreSanjou has trained himself in the great majority of any rudimentary skill he would require to successfully mimic any given individual: Reading, writing, mathematics, cooking, cleaning, etc. His absolute greatest skill is the level of mastery he has obtained with his form, his many decades of experimentation allowing him control no kandra his generation or younger could compare.
Strengths: OreSanjou excels at swiftly and accurately adopting new forms, and further altering them when need be, sometimes to radical extremes. Beyond that, his keen observational skills and cunning intellect allow him to smoothly integrate himself into a situation, getting inside the head of anyone he needs to with very little difficulty in most cases.
Weaknesses: He is an abysmal gardener, capable of killing off the sturdiest of plant-matter in record time, and as such strictly avoids any role that would require him to pass for one. He also has a terrible time resisting the urge to frighten someone when it would cause a scene. Quite probably his greatest weakness is that of his very nature. As a kandra, he has had little to fear in his own lifetime, and having never truly experienced fear himself has given OreSanjou a propensity for assuming himself invincible. After all, if one body breaks, there is always another.

OreSanjou's peculiarity as a kandra fully extends to his personality. Simply put, he as a fascination...an obsession with fear. To him, there is no greater sight in life than that of someone terrified beyond comprehension, completely beside themselves in horror. He goes to great lengths, sometimes taking years of careful manipulation, for that one exquisite moment of terror. No food is as fulfilling, no drink as quenching, for it is his sole belief that a living being is only truly itself when it is afraid, reduced to its barest thoughts and instincts.

They say you never forget your first. In OreSanjou's case, it was a servant girl of the House he was supposed to be infiltrating. It was his first real contract, and he had been attempting to adopt the new body as quickly as he could.

And then she walked in.

She was new, the room was supposed to be empty for hours yet, but she had gotten lost presumably..wandered into the wrong room. And there OreSanjou lay, a mess of hastily assembled muscle and tissues, organs pulsing away. The look in her eyes as her shrill cry pierced the air sent a chill down the spine that had just started to form.

And he was hooked. The poor girl hadn't lived much longer than the first few seconds of that scream, his contract holder saw to that, but decades later he had not forgotten that exquisite sound. Even now, centuries past, he still could recall every detail, every line on her face as it contorted in fright.

Thus began OreSanjou's lifelong love affair with fear. Contracts, and the bodies they entailed, came and went, fulfilled to the boring letter. Observe and report. Observe and report. Sabotage this deal, break apart this alliance. Each one brought with it, however, new opportunities to frighten, new minds to work out, dig deep to realize their greatest fears, and then give them form. It was wonderful experience for the shaping of bodies, and in merely a centuries time OreSanjou was the swiftest changer of his generation.

Disturbing. Revolting. Looks of scorn and disdain often accompanied such mutterings as he passed through the tunnels of the Homeland. He hardly cared for their words or glances. His True Body was a work of art, nearly seven feet tall, its six spindly wooden arms ending in stone claws, the elongated jaw glistening in the soft light with its jagged crystal teeth. The artisans had been intrigued by his requests, to say the least. He would have more for them, in time, also uncharacteristic of other kandra, but to him, they would be all too fitting.

A hundred years would pass, a dozen or so delightful frights scattered amongst them, before something truly fascinating would occur again, reigniting the passion OreSanjou possessed for inspiring horror. His contract had been a particularly dull one, as they all tended to be. Observe and report. The elderly man may have been the head of the House, but it had been the contract holder's hope that as the infirmities of age took hold, precious secrets could be extracted from him.

Much enjoyment had this elderly figure brought him. Glasses he did not need were worn when eyes would appear upon his trusted attendant where they should not be. Sleep became scarce as the hulking, monstrous shadows dissolved into that very same helper when the light cast the darkness aside, having rushed in with a lantern in worry for his master's nightmarish murmurings.

Infirmity did take its hold upon the old man, but by no fault of his age. The shadows of doubt and fear OreSanjou so deftly cast around him had slowly robbed him of the sharp mental faculties he had once claimed, and in the still of night precious secrets were gathered from a half-mad fool to his trusted aide for 'safe keeping'.

And then the skin upon the aide's face pulled back, jaw stretching into a maw of vicious teeth. For such an old man, he had surprisingly powerful lung. A true shame that his heart had been nowhere near as sturdy. The servant, ever loyal, had been the first to 'respond' to his master's horrified (and final) scream, running headlong into a guard in his frantic search for help. The healers said it had been his heart, no poison or foul play to be found.

The humble servant, lifelong trusted friend, was found weeks later, an immolated pile of bones atop his former master's grave. OreSanjou spent the next month instilling panic into the residents of the sootwarrens, no guard ever managing..or really caring..to find the monster that scraped along their doors at night. The secrets had been obtained and delivered, the contract fulfilled. After a bit of personal time, the Homeland beckoned, and he went dutifully, spending many a decade in the dark, honing his talents, waiting for his next contract, and the opportunities for fear-mongering it might bring.

Roleplay Sample

Tell me your wish. I will grant any wish, but in return, you must give me one thing... The statement had thrown Lord Sureau off guard, that much was easily seen in the man's eyes. OreSanjou refrained from grinning at the uncertainty the noble lord would no doubt be feeling at what sort of kandra he was forming a contract with. Granted, he was not like most other kandra, a point he had to make clear from the very beginning.

Mission accomplished, then..

It had been...quite pleasant to find such a suiting contracting waiting to be accepted. He had been unable to recall a single contract proposal he had actually wanted to undertake, so it promised to be a rare delight indeed. The Seconds had all but unanimously approved of him doing so, most likely to be free of him lurking about the Homeland for a while.

"So tell me, my Lord Sureau, what do you wish of me?" The voice was deep and raspy for the time being, as a voicebox was an easily manipulated thing, and his mouth stretched into an impossibly wide grin; with far too many pointed teeth at that. Oh yes, this was going to be a good contract indeed.
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#2 KChan

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Posted 25 November 2010 - 08:25 PM

Very well-written and intriguing! I particularly liked your description of his feelings about fear, and it gave me a good feel for the character himself. Accepted!

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