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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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Danner Dubois


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#1 Guest_Danner_*


Posted 21 February 2011 - 02:23 AM

Character Name
Type of Character
Misting Noble


Player Information
Name: Travis
Contact Information: AIM TravisWWU

Character Information
Name: Danner Dubois
Type: Noble
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Sword Smith Apprentice
Relationship Status: Single

Powers: Allomancy
-Type: Misting
-Metal(s) Used: Iron
-Degree of Skill: Novice
-Status: (Known after Roleplay Intro)

Appearance: Danner is tall, 6?3, with a slim athletic build. He keeps his head shaved in order to keep any errant embers from catching his hair on fire while he?s at the smith. His eyes are of an emerald hue which has an uncanny ability to spark a smile upon a passing face. He generally wears his blacksmiths clothes and vest. He doesn?t get excited by the pomp and frill of most of the noble families, and tolerates the balls, though he does try to put on a good show for his Aunt, whom he adores. He generally walks with a purpose, and he?s far from clumsy. There have been many women who have tried to court his attention, but he hasn?t shown much desire to take time away from his work.

Special Skills: Swordsmith Apprentice, though his work is far closer to that of a Journeyman then that of an Apprentice. He specializes in crafting swords, but he has taught himself how to carve obsidian, and does it in his free time.
Strengths: Intelligent, coordinated, thoughtful, athletic.
Weaknesses: Politically unmotivated, not so much that he doesn?t understand, but that he doesn?t actively seek out political intrigue. While he may seem confident around women, he generally avoids them because they terrify him. His parent?s death at an early age gives him a fear of attachment. The only people he really lets into his life are his Aunt and the Master Smith, Harold Dubois. Danner can also exude a brooding temperament at times, as he still harbors some internal strife and anger over his parents death.
Personality: Driven and determined to lead his own life. Danner baffles members of his own House and that of others as well with his refusal to achieve political acclaim. Many feel that is his true calling, and his Aunt secretly hopes he can take over the House one day. He has a dry sense of humor, and is generally kind. While he does not go out of his way to treat Skaa poorly, he accepts them as slaves.

History: Danner?s parents were killed defending the House against an Allomancer attack from an unknown House. Non-Allomancers themselves, they picked up the weapons of dead Haze Killers and managed to fend off a trio of Coin Shots, until their own House Mistings arrived. They were killed by one of the Coin Shots as they fled to safety. His parents were honored as heroes by House Dubois. Danner himself then grew up under the direct care of his Aunt Stella, her only other son, Mathias Dubois hates Danner and sees him as a threat to his eventual appointment as Head of House Dubois.
In an effort to help qualm Mathias? fears that Danner was a direct threat, Stella sent him to Apprentice as a Smith at 13. Little did she, or anyone for that matter know, they?d sent him to find his true calling in life. He immediately earned a reputation for working hard, fast, and effective. As the years have drawn on, his work has become more complicated and detailed.




Roleplay Sample

Danner pushed the whetstone along the blade, putting the final touches on the weapon, then wiped the oil from its length. Four feet of hardened steel, set onto a solid gold hilt shaped like an eagle, it?s wings outstretched for the hand guards, it?s body the handle. A red garnet stood glimmering in the light from the smithy fire behind him on the pommel.

The hilt had been sent over from Dargon?s shop the day before last, and besides the beautiful gem set into its length, it?s quality was very ordinary. Danner frowned at the finished piece. While the work of the hilt was not his, he did not enjoy working with mediocre material.

He slid the blade into a matching sheath and handed it to the first year apprentice Taylor.

Taylor took the blade with reverence. The new boys always did when handling something crafted by Danner. Danner was used to it by now, the boys held him in both irritation and admiration, admiration in what he could do, and irritation that they would constantly be compared.

Truly, it was admiration without foundation.

While he was skilled, Danner knew it was nothing a Master Sword Smith could make, but to a first or second year apprentice, it was the Lord Ruler?s Blade. But few knew the hours he?d put in to become as moderately skilled as he was. Sure, some of it was natural talent, but a lot of it was hard work and dedication. He often dreamed of traveling and working under Master Sword Smiths in other cities, though those dreams were far fetched.

?This is beautiful Danner,? Taylor exclaimed, pulling the blade out slightly and running his fingers along the edge.

Danner smiled, and nodded his head in thanks.

Another worthless blade, Danner thought, Any Coin Shot or Lurcher would take that away before it was out of the scabbard.

?Why don?t you take that over to Mr. Gervais, he had told me he wanted it as soon as it was finished,? Danner said.

Taylor looked up again at Danner, eyes beaming with excitement, ?You want me to do it Danner??

Danner smiled and waved his hand and Taylor sprinted from the smithy, sword under his arm as he wound his way towards the grounds of House Dubois. It would be his first time delivering merchandise. For some reason, the first time always seemed so grand. It made sense to him though, he remembered the first time he had delivered merchandise, a steel dagger to a neighboring Noble. He?d imagined for that few moments that it was his dagger, and he strode the streets of Luthadel protecting the weak. A child?s game.

But transporting expensive merchandise was also dangerous, so he rapped twice on the front window alerting Din, who nodded while pulling down his hat and easing himself off his perch to trot after Taylor, his twin Obsidian daggers bouncing in rhythm against his thighs. Danner had carved them for him, his first attempt at making an Obsidian weapon for someone other than himself. They weren?t half bad, but they definitely weren?t his best work. He?d tried on multiple occasions to make him another set, but Din always refused.

It was a completely self taught skill. He?d acquired his first piece of obsidian from a traveling merchant for practically nothing at the bright eyed age of 14, just a year into his apprenticeship. Danner had been full of grand ideas that only a child who?d grown up with the idea that his parents had been taken from him is allowed to have. He would create himself an obsidian dagger no Allomancer would be able to stop.

Needless to say, he?d made a mockery on his first attempt. He?d tried to chisel the piece into roughly the shape of a dagger, and it had shattered smaller and smaller until it had been practically worthless. Danner had eventually scattered the pieces in frustration, nearly giving up on his dream, as young boys are akin to do.

But it wasn?t six months later and he?d come across his second piece, again bought from a merchant while picking up some forging hammers for Master Dubois. That time, he?d had a different idea. He?d asked Master Dubois if he could use the grind wheel after his day was complete. He agreed, and his first blade was created, albeit badly.

Danner let a grin creep across his face at those thoughts. He?d broken it in nearly a week practicing against the side of a stone building. But he had been hooked. He didn?t enjoy balls and politics. He enjoyed his craft, and his carving.

Now with a favor from his Aunt, he was supplied with obsidian whenever he wanted from some local craftsmen.

Just then the twin doors banged open, rattling the hammers hanging down from the rack and Harold Dubois, Master Blacksmith bumbled into the room, drunk as Skaa trader.

?Hey der Danner,? Master Dubois slurred.

Danner rushed over to grab him a stool before he fell down flat on his face.

He grabbed a sturdy stool over in the corner, a hammer clattered to the ground as it slid off the seat, and slid it beneath Master Dubois as he began to sit down.

Master Dubois thanked him as he sat down on the stool, grabbing the tool rack for support and twisted around to sit.

Snap.

The tool rack carrying the weight of hundreds of pounds of hammers, pry bars, chisels, scrap metal, finishing knives and whetstones came crashing down around Danner and Master Dubois. Support beams from the low built roof swung down, one striking Danner in the shoulder, knocking the wind from his chest and sending him sprawling. The light flared in the room as he noticed the fire had gotten away from the smelting hearth when a beam had swung into it starting a fire on the floor.

Danner began to panic, breathing deeply as he orientated himself to the room. His shoulder throbbed with every beat of his heart. He tried flexing it and found the pain flare to the point where he nearly passed out.

The fire was beginning to spread, and smoke filled Danner?s eyes.

Where is Master Dubois?

He gritted his teeth and used his good shoulder to push over a cooling barrel filled with water which flooded across the floor, quenching the fire, and sending steam streaming through the air in an angry hiss.

Someone moaned to his left.

?Master Dubois!? Danner yelled.

The building shifted, and more debris slipped free, a large chunk of wood slamming Danner in this back of the head. His head rang, and his eyes saw triple.

Danner was nearly unconscious as he half crawled, half stumbled across the floor towards the old drunk blacksmith, who appeared to be out cold. A large red spot was blooming across his shoulder and the blood began dripping down onto Master Dubois.

The fire started again, this time in earnest as if to make up for Danner?s attempt to put out its life.

Danner swayed with the pain.

His eyes snapped open. Something was there, in his stomach, small and insignificant, but there. The smoke was filling his lungs and clouding his thoughts?

No! He felt it, it was almost as if?

He burned Iron, blue lines shooting out in all directions, and he nearly gasped from the shock of what was happening. He was crying from the smoke, and he didn?t have much time left. He picked a blue line, and his instincts took over. He had, of course, understood the basics of Allomancy, but using it was an entirely other issue.

He pulled, and Danner, and his drunken master were pulled out of the Smith at an alarming speed. Then suddenly that reserve he?d felt in his stomach was gone and he went skimming across the cobblestones, he could hear Master Dubois doing the same. But that didn?t matter, all that mattered was that the heat was gone, and fresh air was pouring into his lungs.

His last thoughts before the darkness washed over him centered on trying to fathom what had just happened. He couldn?t be an Allomancer, could he? He never had a chance to answer his own question as he lost consciousness.

#2 KChan

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Atium Chandelier

Posted 20 March 2011 - 11:39 PM

Hi there, and welcome to the RP! I'd like to apologize for taking so long to get back to you; all of us on the staff have been slammed with schoolwork and real-life happenings.

There is a concern we had with your character's profession, though: the terminology you give is too broad, and you touch on three different specialties:

Blacksmithing - while blacksmiths are capable of making weapons if truly needed to do so, they mainly focus on humbler crafts: horseshoes, gates, tools, etc.

Swordsmithing - A specific form of bladesmithing that refers to the art of making swords. This is a profession all its own.

Obsidian weapons - Obsidian is volcanic glass; it is not forged, but rather shattered and then carved, smoothed, and polished. Someone who makes obsidian weapons would not have anything to do with metalsmiths.

Also, please keep in mind the relation of your character's age to his skill level. Most boys would probably be apprenticed in their early teens, meaning there's simply not enough time to be as masterful as you claim by the age of 17. A young man that age would still be a journeyman, at best.

Thank you for your application, and please don't hesitate to ask us if you have any questions.

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#3 Guest_Danner_*


Posted 21 March 2011 - 05:15 AM

I've modified my character bio. Thanks for the advice!





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