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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 DemonPony


Posted 30 December 2011 - 08:15 PM

Skaa Misting

Player Information
Name/Handle: DemonPony / Amber
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Character Information
Name: Lyr (Lyrel)
Type: Skaa
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Place of Origin:
Occupation: Steamstress...allegedly.
Relationship Status:

-Type: Misting
-Metal(s) Used: Copper
-Degree of Skill: Advanced
-Status: Known (not widely, but people who interacted with her former thieving crew are likely aware)

Appearance: Lyr has wide, dark brown eyes with yellow undertones. Her hair is a medium brown that she often keeps back in a braid. She's 5'6, with an average build gone a little soft with years and repeated childbirth. As with many mildly attractive skaa women, she does little to nothing to emphasize her looks, preferring to not attract 'that sort' of attention. Lyr isn’t very good at hiding her cheery smile, however.

Special Skills: Reading, Sewing/Mending
Strengths: Lyr is resourceful and determined, but the strongest card in her hand remains being a smoker.
Weaknesses: Having initially grown up as a somewhat coddled house skaa (coddled, at least, as far as skaa are concerned) she doesn't always show the proper subservience towards nobles. Her concern for her children can run high, tossing logic out the window. For that matter, her concern for anyone she’s gotten close to can toss logic right out the window, and she’s far too prone to getting close for comfort.

Personality: Lyr's the motherly sort, there's no denying that. While cheerier and more optimistic than most skaa, she struggles with her emotions. A natural warmth and concern for everyone is often concealed behind a prickly barrier—after all, caring for other people in her line of work isn’t exactly very healthy. The more worried she is, the colder she is likely to be. When not keeping people at arm’s length, she can quite persuasive and charming.

Lyr does not believe that all nobles are complete wretches—just most of them. This doesn’t stop her from working against the Houses in general. She is determined to make the best life for herself as she can, figuring that’s the best nose-thumbing she can give to the nobles. And if she can take a slice out of the livelihood of the worst of the nobles while she’s doing it, even better.

Her mother was a favored house skaa in a very minor noble house. Although her mother never confirmed it, Lyr is fairly certain that she is the daughter of the youngest son of the house lord.

When the lord died and the eldest son inherited, he let it be known that he had ambitions for bigger and better things, and packed up his household in the Western Dominance for Luthandel. As Lyr gew older, the family resemblance to the noble family became harder and harder to hide, and at her mother's urging she fled in the confusion of the move. She had only the name of someone to look for in Luthandel, a supposed brother of her mother's. Durel.

By the grace of luck, she found Durel before she found more trouble than she could handle in the streets. As it happened, he ran a small thieving crew. She made herself useful to the crew at first with mending, cooking, and reading. After awhile she got comfortable around the crew--too comfortable, perhaps, coming to think of them as extended family. When she refused a newer member's advances, he beat her quite thoroughly until her uncle returned and interrupted the ruckus. This is likely what Snapped her.

Seeing as how her uncle killed the lout responsible, few dared to seriously mess with her after--inside the crew, anyway. When it was discovered she was a Smoker, her position was even more secure. Even so, she remains wary since that day, and conceals her looks outside the safe houses. She also made a point to learn a little bit about how to use a dagger, and tends to carry one on her person all the time, even though she honestly isn’t very good with it.

Uncle Durel was said to be a rebel as much as a thief, and formulated many long term plans as well as short cons. With some notion of ‘breeding more Mistings’ for the skaa, he encouraged Lyr to pair off with the crew’s coinshot. Biel was a good decade older than she, but was one of the gentler men in the thieving crew, if any of them could be called gentle. Lyr saw some benefit to the plan. He’d be an additional protector if nothing else. Although never married even by skaa terms, she bore him three children over the years, one of whom actually survived childhood and is with his mother yet.

Durel’s crew managed to stick around for a long time, but all good things must come to an end. One day when Lyr was returning to the primary bolt hole with her son Cahal at her heels, she smelled smoke. The smell only got stronger…

…and then weaker as Lyr lifted her chin and walked right past the burned of shell of where the crew had last been hiding. The stench of burned flesh also hung heavy in the air. She knew a sign when she saw one.

Durel’s crew, in all its myriad forms over the years, had become her family. Pain had to be shoved aside for cold logic, however. Lyr quietly took up with a tailor’s shop as a seamstress, keeping Cahal at her side and making a quiet little assistant out of him. Survival was the key, for now.

Roleplay Sample
The lighting was poor, but that just meant that Lyr went both more slowly, and more carefully. It would mean less sleep for her of course, but she’d take that over more beatings for poor stitching.

“Is it bed time yet?” Cahal sat on the floor at her feet, hugging his knees.

“No, I have to finish this before morning.” Because some spoiled noble had come into the shop last minute, and she was the newest worker and thus given the worst jobs…. Lyr bit back a sigh as she smoothed the fabric across her knee. “But you can go to bed without me.”

“Are we…going to go back to…living the way we used to?” Cahal glanced around the dim, empty shop. There was no one around to overhear them, but he was still cautious.


“I don’t know, Cahal.” Lyr pursed her lips, trying to brush aside the pain his words evoked. It hadn’t taken her long to learn that none of the other crew members had survived. Only luck had spared her Inquisitorial attention.

Did they know they’d missed one? Would they come for her eventually, and her son? Should she remain a seamstress and keep her head down like a good skaa, or would diving back into the underground be best?

Was keeping Cahal with her still really doing him any favors?


Lyr shook her head. How long had she been doing nothing but staring at the fabric clutched in her fingers?

“Sorry, dear. I really don’t know.” She went back to her tiny, neat stitches. At least the skirt was almost done, and then they could sleep at least a few hours until it was time to get the shop ready to open. She sewed, and Cahal served as a general errand boy. It was something, at least. “I’m not going to go seeking…that life again,” Lyr said slowly. “But there are those who know I survived. And there are, doubtless, those who need a smoker. Sooner or later, one will meet the other, and they may well come seeking me.” Stitch, stitch, knot… She sat up and stretched, wincing at the bruises from her last beating. She hadn’t finished an order fast enough. “And when they do…I probably won’t say no.”
:: Lyrel, Skae Smoker ::

#2 Chaos

High House Noble

Posted 04 January 2012 - 12:18 AM

Very well explored and well-written. Accepted!

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