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EDIT: Only changed the formatting so far.
EDIT2: Changed history to remove boring Mistborn brother. Also left the last name empty until a proper House can be decided.
EDIT3: Added Owen's last name Izenry.
Obligator Seeker
Player Information
Name/Handle: whynaut
OoC Account:
Contact Information: [email protected]
Character Information
Name: Owne Izenry
Type: Obligator
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Eastern Dominance
Occupation: Canton of Finance Obligator
Relationship Status: Single
Powers
-Type: Misting
-Metal(s) Used: Bronze
-Degree of Skill: Advanced
-Status: Known
Appearance: Owne is surprisingly tall but lanky and awkward. He would almost look like an Terrisman if not for his perpetual slouch. Owne wears glasses and his tattoos mark him as a middle grade Obligator in the Canton of Finance.
Special Skills: Finance, Mathematics, Reading, Knowledge of Allomancy, Eastern Street Slang
Strengths: Owne is a consummate student. He studies his subjects with eagerness and fervor. When he discovered he was a Seeker, he put that same passion into the study of Allomancy.
Weaknesses: Owne has absolutely no fighting ability whatsoever. He is also a coward and likely the first person to run in a fight.
Personality: Anyone who meets Owne immediately sees him as an idiot. Admittedly he is blunt, uncouth, naiveté, and scatterbrained; but his mind is actually quite sharp. He can calculate complex sums in his head and has a near total recall of almost everything he has read. Granted his lack of edict would have made him a pariah as a Nobleman, but as an Obligator his rank gives him much immunity from much of that sort of thing.
History: Owne was born in the lifeless clay flats of the Eastern Dominance in 888. He was of House Izenry who made their living mining precious metals.
Owne was one of two sons. He was a Seeker and his brother Wrent was a Soother. As the eldest, Owne was set up to inherit the family fortune. However even at a young age Owne was an eccentric. He would speak constantly to anyone who would listen and often in that abominable Eastern street slang. All this made no difference to Owne's father, a stark traditionalist, but it made a world of difference to Wrent. With little Soothing Owne's father became sullenly aware of all of Owne's faults. Owne was quickly declared unfit to lead House Izenry. In fact, Owne was to be exiled and sent to the Steel Ministry.
It was fortunate for Owne that he actually excelled at Ministry work. His knack for numbers made him an ideal candidate to work in the Canton of Finance. If Owne had a problem it was that, like in his own house, he lacked the aura of authority that the Ministry tries to project. In this case though this just meant he worked more from the Canton of Finance headquarters than the lavish Noble Houses.
Roleplay Sample
Owne had a lot of paperwork to finish and his pen had run out of ink.
"Could I get a pen in here?" he said.
A river of lesser Obligators ran to and fro in front of Owne's office.
"Hello?" Owne said, "Anybody? Obligator here. In need of a pen. If someone could just loan me there's for just a second."
No one took any notice of him. In fact two Obligators leaned outside Owne's office. The male Obligator of the two obviously trying to seduce the female Obligator.
"So," said the male Obligator, "What are you doing after your duty shift?"
The female Obligator giggled.
Owne stomped over to them. Their tattoos both marked them as being of lesser rank than Owne.
"Either of you," Owne said, "Pen. Please."
The male Obligator gave Owne an annoyed glance. He was chewing on something. Owne had no idea what it was, but by the Pitts it was annoying. After a moment, the male Obligator finally produced the pen.
"Thank you," Owne said, then adding, "You're not supposed to eat in here."
The two Obligators continued talking.
"Owne!" someone said just as Owne was about to sit down. The high ranking Obligator Narette's shout was such that it cut through all the noise in the corridor.
Owne took one last look at his paperwork, sighed, then went to see what Narette needed.
Narette's office was much more spacious than Owne's. Owne could feel the pulses at she burned Iron. Her door allomantically closing behind Owne.
Owne burned Bronze nearly all the time now, except when the pulsing started giving him a headache. Bronze let him know when other Allomancers were burning their metals and with practice he had learned to differentiate the metals.
"A door," Owne said, "That is a nice thing to have. I requisitioned a door for my office about a year ago now. It is hard to believe how long the Ministry takes on such things. Though I suppose that's us so it is hard to--"
"Sit," Narette said.
Owne sat immediately.
"Now then," Narette said, "I see from your file that your work has been immaculate. There is never an error in your figures."
"Thank you ma'am," Owne said, "I really do try to--"
"However," Narette said, "Your direct superiors have all made notes on your edict. One Obligator Treal noted, 'He has all the tact of a drunken koloss.'"
"Was Treal talking about the fire?" Owne said, "Because I can totally explain that. You see--"
"All that being said," Narette said. Her words were coming through her teeth now. "The Ministry has decided to put you in charge of a field team."
For the first time, Owne was speechless.
Narette continued, "There is a Great House due for an audit. Accusations have been made about numbers not adding up and we think you are ready for this responsibility."
"Lord Ruler," Owne said, "Is there a Rioter nearby because I could not be any happier. You will not regret this one bit. You can count on me one hundred and ten percent. Well not one hundred and ten percent because that would be impossible. One hundred percent at least. Okay, let us say ninety-nine point nine eight seven two repeating, you know, to account for a margin of error."
"No Owne," Narette said, "One hundred and ten percent. You are going to be dealing with one of the Great Houses. If any accusation is made against a Great House without absolute facts to back it up and I will demote you. I will not just demote you, but I will have you shaking ash from trees like a Skaa after I personally burn your Obligator tattoos off your face. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal," Owne said.
"Good," Narette said, "Wait!"
Owne had turned to leave, but had now stopped dead in his tracks.
Narette burned Iron and Pulled the pen from Owne's pocket. "I needed a pen. Now get out."
"But--"
"Out!"
Owne scurried away. In a strange way Owne found himself happier and more scared than he ever been in his life.
Edited by Owne, 16 June 2012 - 03:34 PM.
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