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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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26 April 2018 - 04:15 AM

Young Elliott Faarskar slowly moved towards the railing, trailed by his sister Freya. The sound called them, driving them toward the event below, where their parents were. They finally got a clear view of their father, watching carefully from above to make sure no one spotted them.

Lord Astor Faarskar was sitting next to his wife Annelle, who looked at the other noblemen. Music echoed through the main hall of their manor in Mantiz, where nobles had gathered for a ball. Elliott and Freya loved watching these events; they had been sneaking into them whenever they could since he was five. It was the music, as well as those nobles dancing to it. The way they looked, the way they danced, how a simple rhythm could make everyone follow it. It was magical.

“It’s happening!” Freya said as Astor stood from his chair. He turned toward Annelle with a grin on his face and extended his right hand.

No words were needed. The gorgeous noblewoman smiled back at him, taking his hand and standing up in a swift, graceful movement, making her gown waving softly as she got closer to him. She put her other hand on his shoulder, and together they danced their way toward the centre of the room. Some nobles moved to the side, making way for them to pass. Others simply watched as the couple spun elegantly, slowly approaching their destination.

Elliott watched the show quietly from upstairs, his eyes glimmering at the sight of such elegance. It truly was magical. His parents had gotten to the centre of the magnificent hall without ever breaking eye contact, giving the nobility an incredible show. Annelle took a wrong step, almost stepping over Astor, but he held her stronger and quickly helped her regain her equilibrium. Nobody except for Elliott seemed to have seen that, and the couple started laughing as they kept moving across the room. He looked to the side, where his sister sat completely dazed by the sight of her parents dancing together. She had always loved to dance, just like him. Maybe even more.

As the music stopped, Astor and Annelle closed their eyes for a moment, and the nobles around them started to applaud softly. Lord Faarskar waited for the noise to calm down before speaking.

“Thank you all again for coming today”, Astor said in a firm, yet kind tone. His voice filled the room, and the nobles quieted down to listen to his speech. Elliott, however, wasn’t interested in his words. He had come to see his father dancing. Now it was time to go back.

“Well,” he said, turning toward his sister. “Time to go”.

The girl looked at him, then back down to where their parents stood in the hall. “Do we have to go? Can’t we just stay here, watching for a moment? They’re going to dance again, I’m sure”.

“You know we shouldn’t be here. Come on, we can see them dance again in the next ball”. Truth was, he didn't want to leave either.

She lowered her eyes, the smile on her face disappearing. No, please, Elliott thought. She always looked like that when they had to go. He hated that sad look, and hated himself more for causing it. But father said…

The speech ended quickly, and music started again as the nobles clapped once again. Elliott looked down, and was surprised to see his parents walking back to their chairs, smiling. He turned to look at Freya, and -as he had expected- saw the disappointment in her face. No more dancing, at least for a moment.

“Ok”, she said softly. “Let’s go”.

Lord Ruler…

Elliott stood nervously and held his hand toward his sister. Freya looked at him, and he forced a grin, mimicking what his father had done just a moment ago. After a short moment, she smiled, took his hand, and stood up, placing her other hand on his shoulder.

None of the kids had ever danced before. Yes, Elliott used to practice a bit by himself when nobody else was looking, but he had never danced with somebody else. They tried to follow the rhythm, dancing clumsily alongside the railing. Their steps were far from perfect, but Elliott and Freya didn’t care. They just kept dancing with a smile on their faces, even when one of them stepped over the other.

As they spun, Elliott glanced down toward where his parents were sitting. He froze for a second, causing Freya to almost trip and fall, as he saw his father.

He was looking at him.

At first, Elliott thought he was going to get lectured for sneaking into a ball with his sister. However, Astor just smiled. The smile slowly became a full grin, and he nodded toward his son. Elliott stood there for what felt like an eternity, looking at the smile on his father, the light in his eyes, before focusing his attention on Freya once again and resuming their dance. He was sure of something. Music wasn’t magic.

It was so much more.

Arrival at Fellise

03 April 2018 - 02:50 AM

Elliott Faarskar hummed a song as he looked outside the window. Finally, after the long trip, the carriage had arrived at Fellise.

The carriage slowly pulled to a stop in front of House Faarskar's new manor. The square building wasn't huge, but it was really nice; the stone walls were simple, but the tall, wooden door at the front had some beautiful carvings in it. The manor was surrounded by a small garden, and there was a beautiful fence around the perimeter, made of silver and wood.

Elliott jumped out of the carriage smiling as he looked at the manor. Veeras, the Terris steward, got out and walked beside the nobleman, looking around as the skaa servants started taking the luggage into the manor. The emotion of having finally arrived almost got Elliott to miss the soft Allomantic pulses coming from a young noblewoman who was standing next to the entrance.

"Ah, that must be Lady Avril Sorelle, the daughter of Lord Jasper", Veeras said. "She must have come here to welcome you, my Lord".

Elliott looked at the young lady; her light blue eyes were quite pretty. He tapped the silver clip on his vest to the beat of her Allomancy. The trip had been quite boring, with no Allomancers nearby to give him rhythms to listen to. Finally hearing Allomantic pulses again made his arrival even better. He imagined the balls, with lots of noblemen dancing, music playing, Allomancy pulsing all around the place... Yes, this would be a nice experience.

Elliott breathed in softly and started to walk toward the young lady, still smiling. "Hello", he said in a soft, yet confident voice. "You must be Lady Sorelle. I'm Elliott Faarskar".

House Faarskar

14 January 2018 - 09:53 PM

Major/High House

Player Leadership Information
Handle: Daydam
Contact: Tereré (with lemonade, of course!)
Accepting New Members? Ask

General Information
House Name: Faarskar
Classification: Major/High House
Colors: Blue and silver.
Socioeconomic Rating: 6.2
General Description: House Faarskar is a powerful noble house from Mantiz, in the Western Dominance. Their position in the middle of the mountains has given them a huge advantage when it comes to mining gems, gold and silver. Thanks to this, their main production is jewelry, silverware and other decorative products.
Astor Faarskar, the current head of the House, is not like his predecessors; while they made the house become powerful quickly by risking a lot of resources, Astor prefers to play safe. Even though he wants to make House Faarskar grow more powerful, he cares too much about his family to take big risks. However, he has decided to purchase a small manor in Fellise and send his son Elliott there, in hopes of getting new allies.

Character Information
Head: Astor Faarskar
Heir: Darius Faarskar
Player Members:
-Elliott Faarskar
- Annelle Faarskar, Astor's wife.
- Freya Faarskar, youngest of the Faarskar siblings.

Home & Wealth
Current Location: Mantiz, Western Dominance.
Ancestral Home: Mantiz, Western Dominance.
Financial Avenue: A wide variety of products made with gems, silver and gold, like silverware and expensive decorations.

-House Fathvell – [Friendly] – House Faarskar's proximity to the Southern Dominance and Islands gives them a big advantage for trading with House Fathvell.
-House Elariel– [Neutral]
-House Deveaux– [Negative] – Both houses work with metals, and though there hasn't been tension between them before, Astor Faarskar's latest moves -purchasing a manor in Fellise and sending his son to forge new alliances- has made them become a potential competitor in Deveaux's eyes.
-House Sureau– [Positive] – Any enemy of House Deveaux is an ally of Sureau. Though there's no real rivalry between Faarskar and Deveaux -at least for now-, the tension between the two houses has made Sureau see Faarskar as a potential ally.

-House Zerrung– [Negative] – Since both houses come from the Western Dominance and deal in metalworks, there has always been some tension between them.
-House Devinshae– [Positive] – Although the two houses share a trading contract, there is still not much of a relationship between them.
-House D'Orsay– [Friendly] – House D'Orsay has been transporting resources for Faarskar for quite some time, and Astor trusts them to be loyal.
-House Sorelle– [Neutral] – Astor doesn't trust Jasper Sorelle, but considers dealing with him much safer than dealing with House Sureau and its many enemies. When Astor hired House Sorelle to build the manor, he sent two of his own skaa to the building site as spies.

Fathvell: House Faarskar buys wine and rum from the Fathvells, and in exchange gives them a small discount on jewelry, decorations and tableware.
Devinshae: House Faarskar sells tableware and decorative items to House Devinshae for their many hotels across the Final Empire.
D'Orsay: House D'Orsay's many stables provide Faarskar with the means of transportation required for their deals. However, they have also been paid a little extra money during the building of the new manor in Fellise to report anything weird they might notice about House Merrick.
Sorelle: House Sorelle was hired to build House Faarskar's new manor in Fellise. Of course, Astor himself provided ornaments and other decorations for it.

Elliott Faarskar

10 January 2018 - 09:47 PM

Noble Misting

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Name/Handle: Martín / Daydam
Contact: Prepare some mate and I'll find you.

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Name: Elliott Faarskar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Mantiz, Western Dominance
Occupation: Musician
Relationship Status: Single

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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Bronze
Degree of Skill: Advanced (Savant)
Status: Known

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Elliott Faarskar is slim and youthful. Standing at 6.1 feet tall, with a medium nose and greyish brown eyes, he has no distinguishing features. His light brown hair, though somewhat rebellious, is always combed, and he tries his best to be well dressed all the time. He tends to wear dark blue vests, and puts a small silver clip on them, as some kind of family emblem. Elliott has tried to grow a beard, like his brother Darius, but he hasn’t been able to get it to grow properly, so he instead has just a slight stubble.

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Elliott Faarskar is an enthusiastic, charming young nobleman. He’s very kind and smiles all the time, trying his best to cause a good impression on absolutely everyone. Just like the other noblemen in his family, he is very loyal, and doesn’t care about showing his emotions. However, he’s a pretty good actor, and can hide his feelings very well whenever he wants to. This certainly comes in handy, since he’s very sensitive.
Elliott loves being the center of attention; seeing people’s reaction to his charming attitude makes him feel confident. Being the younger brother of a full Mistborn has always made him feel less valuable, though his relationship with Darius -and everyone in his family- is really good. They have always made him feel unique, but he’d really like to be more like his brother, and that’s his biggest insecurity.

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Special Skills: Acting, dancing, playing the violin, fighting

Strengths: Elliott is most passionate about music. He is an incredible dancer, and he uses that skill -as well as his skills as a violinist- to impress noblewomen whenever he can. However, he can get easily distracted, and often starts dancing to the rhythm of allomantic pulses instead of simply following the music. He is an incredible Seeker, and has a name for each metal’s pulsing signature, like the ‘Rioter’s March’ for zinc, or his personal favorite, the ‘Ballad of Bronze’.

Weaknesses: Elliott gets distracted easily, especially when he detects someone else’s Allomancy. He starts ‘listening’ to the pulses, feeling their rhythm, following it, and completely forgets what he was doing.
Elliot is very sensitive, and gets attached to others easily, which makes betrayal and rejection really painful for him.
He’s not his brother. He feels he’s not as smart, not as powerful, and not as useful to his house as Darius is. Whenever people compare Elliott to his brother, his confidence gets instantly destroyed.

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Elliott Faarskar was born in 900, son of Lord Astor Faarskar and his wife Annelle. His older brother, Darius, was already 6 years old at the time. On the next year, his sister Freya was born. Elliott grew up in a loving family; both his parents and his brother were very kind to him and smiled all the time. It wasn’t a tough life; House Faarskar was one of the most powerful noble houses in Mantiz, with a beautiful Keep where Darius and Elliott could do whatever they wanted.

Astor was a serious man, but that didn’t make him less kind towards his family. Yes, tough decisions had to be made sometimes, but he always said the most important thing was being happy. As a result, Darius and Elliott were encouraged to be whatever they wanted to be. Darius, being heir to the House, grew very interested on trading and economics. Elliott, on the other side, had an incredible passion and talent for music; ever since the first ball he had seen in Keep Faarskar when he was five, he had fallen in love with the sound of the instruments and the way people danced following the rhythm. He wasn’t really supposed to be at the ball -after all, he was still just a kid-, but he and his siblings had managed to sneak into it for a while to see what it was like.

Elliott was six when his brother Snapped. The kid wasn’t allowed to see the beating; Astor didn’t want his kids to see such brutality until it became time for them to suffer the same. So, Elliott and Freya stayed together at the boy’s room.

“Do you think he’ll be a Coinshot?” Freya loved the idea of soaring through the skies, and hoped to become a Coinshot herself someday.

“Maybe. Maybe he’ll be a Pewterarm like dad. I don’t really know how it works, I just hope we all get to be Allomancers.”

He wasn’t a Coinshot. Or a Pewterarm.

Darius was a Mistborn.

There was a Mistborn in the family. Elliott loved the idea. He thought that maybe, just maybe, if his brother was a Mistborn then so would he and Freya. He wanted to Snap as soon as he could to train with his brother, but Astor told him he would have to wait for a few years. So, Elliott waited, studying violin when he could and often playing with Freya and Darius, though his older brother started to have less and less spare time, since he had started studying and training during the afternoon. Years passed, and by the time Elliott was twelve it finally became time for him to Snap.

He instantly understood why his father hadn’t let him and Freya see the beatings. It was brutal. The pain was terrible, and Elliott’s screams resonated through the room. But the most painful thing was seeing his father just standing there, unable to do anything. Astor himself couldn’t stand the sight of a son being beaten. As soon as the beating stopped, the big nobleman moved toward the child with incredible speed and took him to his bedroom to recover. The last thing Elliott felt before falling unconscious was a cold liquid flowing down his throat, a warmth in his stomach, and a pulse, like a fast-paced rhythm for a melody that hadn’t yet started, coming from his father.

“Hey, little man.” The voice woke Elliott up. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Darius, now eighteen years old, standing at the side of his bed, with a smile on his face.

“Hey. Why aren’t you studying?”

“Why aren’t you playing the violin or running around with your sister?”

Elliott tried to chuckle, but the pain interrupted him. “I… I’m a Seeker.”

“Yes. Congratulations, you’re an Allomancer!”

“But…” Tears started forming in Elliott’s eyes, partially from the pain, but mostly from the fact that he suddenly felt inferior. ”But I’m no Mistborn. I’m not even a Coinshot, or a Pewterarm. I’m-”

“You’re Elliott Faarskar, my little brother, a good musician and an Allomancer. Plus, you’ve got far more charisma than I do. I get nervous in every ball, you know? Meanwhile, you get everyone’s attention with no effort, and always impress everybody.”

Elliott opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t find any words.

“You’re a Seeker. Yes, you’re not super strong, and you won’t be able to soar through the skies as if you were flying. But you don’t need that. You are what you make of yourself.” Darius leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper, his smile broadening. “Listen. Dad wanted to wait a couple days until you got better, but… take this,” he said, pulling a small vial out of his pocket. “Burn it, get used to the sensation. And Elliott... enjoy it. You are unique. Now you’ll be even more so.”

Elliott wiped his tears clumsily with his left hand and took the vial, trying to smile back at his brother. You are what you make of yourself. He drank the contents of the vial and waited, suddenly feeling the power surge within him. He reached in and started burning bronze, the warmth in his stomach feeling recomfortating. A slow pulse came from his brother. It was somehow different than the one he had felt coming from his father. He looked at his brother, a new idea coming to him.

“It’s like music.”

Darius frowned. “What?”

“It’s a pattern, just like the rhythm for a melody.”

His older brother smiled again. “There you go, then! A musician with a power related to music. See? It’s perfect for you, Elliott.”

Elliott looked down, frowning. “Darius?”

“Yes, little brother?”

“Can you… can you stay for a moment? I’d like to see what I can do. You can burn every metal, so maybe I can practice with you.”

Darius looked toward the door for a second, then turned back, grinning. “Well, I don’t think dad will mind. Here we go!”

From that moment on, Elliott started training with Darius almost every night, making him burn different metals each time to learn the differences between each one. He still felt like he was less than his brother, and seeing him burn all the different metals made him feel almost useless, but now he knew that being a Seeker was not a bad thing, especially for a musician such as himself. He decided to keep burning his bronze almost all the time, however, to try to see how far he could take his powers.

The year after Elliott Snapped, it was time for his sister Freya. Unfortunately, she wasn’t an Allomancer. At first, the girl was very sad; she wouldn’t be able to Push herself through the air across Mantiz like Darius did. However, talking to Elliott seemed to really help her, and she quickly recovered her confidence. Elliott was sure she felt more confidence than he did.

Years passed, and Elliott never stopped burning bronze. He even asked Darius to avoid burning copper during meetings with other noble houses, so that he could test his skills by sensing other people’s Allomancy. By the time Elliott was seventeen, he could easily detect what metal was being burned, if it was being flared, and even if the Allomancer was running low on it. He had been right. It was music. Sometimes, he would even get lost to the rhythm of the pulses and start dancing to it or playing a melody on the violin following that metal’s allomantic pattern. He had a name for each metal’s signature, such as the ‘Soothing lullaby’ or the ‘Warrior’s reprise’.

Emotional Allomancy was incredible for the young nobleman; depending on the selected emotions to be Soothed or Rioted, the pattern would vary slightly. It was difficult to notice, but he was slowly getting better at it. Every night, he would ask Darius to burn zinc and brass, trying to figure out exactly the variations.

The next year, Astor decided it was time to try something bold.

“I have purchased a small manor in Fellise” Astor explained his children and wife. The study was silent, and the steward, named Veeras, stood in a corner behind Elliott’s father.

“Are.. are we moving there?” Annelle, Elliott’s mother, sounded worried. Astor smiled, however, looking at her. “No, of course not. But we need to have a better presence at the Central Dominance if we want to become a Great House someday.

“Darius, I want you to go there,” he said, looking at his eldest son. “You are a full Mistborn, and as such you can show them our house is both stable and very powerful.” He made a short pause, then grinned. “Besides, you might get to find yourself a wife there. I know you would like that.”

Darius just stood there, dumbfounded. After a moment, he turned to see his siblings and his mother, his eyes suddenly stopping on Elliott, a smile appearing on his face. The boy met his eyes and Darius winked.

“Father, I’m afraid I can’t go. If I go, everybody will see our Mistborn in Luthadel and our home exposed. Anyone could simply send assassins here and obliterate our possibilities with little effort.”

Astor frowned, his smile disappearing, and looked toward Annelle. Everyone knew he wouldn’t risk getting his family killed, no matter what.

“Send Elliott instead,” continued Darius, earning a surprised stare from everyone in the room. “I know he’s young, and I might be better at politics, but he’s more experienced at socializing, and you all know it.”

Astor looked troubled. “I… I understand what you say, but it’s too dangerous. He’s only eighteen, and the nobility… It’s different there. They’re different there.”

One. Two. One. Two.

Elliott looked at his brother. Darius simply smiled. He’s Rioting dad. But no. Something was off about that pattern. At first, Elliott though Darius was running low on zinc, but that wasn’t it. He flared his bronze and finally realized it, suddenly looking to the other side, where his mother stood looking down, thoughtful, with a hint of a smile on her face. That’s it. He’s not Rioting dad. He’s-

“Darius is right, Astor. Elliott can do it.” Annelle sounded confident, though her eyes were on the verge of tears.


“Dad, listen,” Darius said. “They have balls, a lot of them. And who’s the best dancer in this family? Who’s the charming one, the one everyone likes? If you don’t think he’ll be fine, send Veeras with him. I’m not going, I need to stay here and protect the rest of you.”

Astor looked at Elliott, worried, but after a moment turned back toward Veeras. “What do you say?”

“My Lord, I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“I don’t care, Veeras.” Astor’s voice sounded tense all the sudden, almost angry. “If I wanted someone with no opinion at all I would’ve hired a skaa steward instead of you. Speak your mind.” He took a pause and spoke again, this time more softly. “Please, Veeras. Tell me what you think.”

Veeras frowned, looking at his master, and then looked at Darius and Elliott. A slight smile appeared on his face before he spoke. “I think master Darius is right. If he goes away, anyone will be able to come and kill the rest of you. He has been this House’s most important defense for some years, now.
“That makes Lord Elliott and Lady Freya the best candidates for the travel. However -and I’m sorry if I offend, for it is not my place nor my intention to do it- Freya is still too innocent to go there alone. As you said, master Astor, the nobility there can be quite dangerous if you’re not careful enough. Besides, Elliott is very skilled with a dueling cane. I’m sure he will be able to defend himself.”

Everybody in the room turned toward Veeras, astonished by his short speech. Lord Ruler, he barely ever speaks, and all the sudden he says all this? Astor, however, smiled.

“In that case” he said, “Elliott, do you feel you can do this? I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to.”

Elliott looked at his father, then his mother, and finally his brother and sister. I’ll be away from home, he thought. But… Becoming a Great House, going to balls, maybe finding a young noblewoman…

“I’ll do it.”

Darius relaxed visibly and both Annelle and Freya smiled. Astor turned toward the Terrisman. “Can you go with him, Veeras? Can you please make sure he’s safe?”

“Of course, my Lord.”

“Well,” the nobleman said, looking at Elliott. “Get ready, then. I’ll make some arrangements. You leave next week.”

The steward nodded and started walking toward the door, but Darius stopped him. “Veeras? Keep speaking your mind. We all need some advice from time to time.”

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Elliott moved to the side quickly to dodge the attack, his eyes closed, as if he was dancing with the air. The pattern changed as he spun, ready to strike. He rolled to the side as the pulses passed over his head, and turned back as he heard his opponent falling to the ground.

The beatings stopped.

Elliott opened his eyes to see the shadowy figure sprinting towards him. He blocked a swing from his opponent’s dueling cane with his own, then took a step back to put some distance between them. His rival took a moment, and then swung again.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Elliott ducked the pewter-enhanced swing and smashed his cane into his opponent’s stomach, spinning quickly to try and score a second hit on his leg. He felt the sudden pressure of metals being flared, and the figure caught Elliott’s cane with his left hand, grabbing it so hard it started shattering. The rival’s dueling cane came swinging fast, and Elliot had to jump backward, letting go of his own cane to avoid getting hit.

The figure got up slowly, looking at him, before starting to sprint toward him. Elliott jumped backward again, but the rhythm changed again as a single coin shot out of his opponent’s hand and flew in his direction.

Elliot let himself fall to the ground, the coin passing just over his head. He grunted as he reached the floor, hitting his head with the cold stone. His opponent got to him before he got up, and put a foot on his chest.

“Too slow.”

“I... know.” Elliott said, trying to recover from the fall. He opened his eyes and saw Darius looming over him with a smile on his face.

“Still, that was impressive. You dodged me twice without even looking!”

“I...” Elliott was out of breath. Being only a Seeker was a real problem when fighting a Mistborn. “I can’t beat you. And you’re not even fighting.”

Darius frowned, taking a step back to allow Elliott to get up. “What do you mean?”

“The coins,” Elliott said. “You aim just over my head, so I don’t get hurt. And your pewter, instead of flaring it to get to me faster, you barely used it to catch a swing. You think I don’t realize that? You could easily defeat me, were you not so merciful.”

Darius looked down. “Brother, I...” There was a short pause. After a moment, Darius looked back at his brother, surprised. “Lord Ruler, you felt I was flaring it?”

“Of course. That’s not too hard. The tough part is knowing when you’re running low, or recognizing the exact effects of brass and zinc.”

“For the… You’re an incredible Seeker. Really.”

“I…” Elliott blushed. “I hope so. I’m not as powerful as you think.” I’m not as powerful as you.

“No. You’re even more than that.” Darius said, smiling. “Now come. You need to get ready.”

Elliott didn’t want to say goodbye. He really wanted to go to Luthadel, but he would miss his family a lot. Everyone was waiting for him at the door when he got out of Keep Faarskar. Veeras had already started taking his luggage into the carriage. Elliott looked at his mother, who had tears in her eyes, but still kept her composure.

“Well,” he said, trying his best not to cry. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

Freya rushed in his direction and hugged him. She was crying. “Please, be safe. Please.”

Elliott looked at her, tears forming in his eyes, and forced himself to smile. “I promise I’ll be back safe. I’m not going to the Pits of Hathsin, I’m just going to Luthadel for some time!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know which one is worse.” Astor said, forcing a smile. Elliott’s father definitely held a grudge against the city, but nobody had ever asked about it. “Anyway, take care. And send us news as often as you can, son.”

“I’ll do it. I promise.”

Elliot and Astor locked eyes for a moment, smiling. Yes, I’m certainly going to miss them. He turned toward his brother, who was standing beside Annelle, smiling.

“Take care of them, brother,” Elliott said. He leaned forward, whispering so nobody else could hear him. “And keep Soothing them for a while, it may help them.”

Darius chuckled, then looked at his younger brother. “Go. We’ll be waiting for you, Elliott. And remember, you-”

“You are what you make of yourself”, he said, smiling, his eyes filled with tears.

“Yeah. And so far, you’ve made yourself awesome. Just make sure they don’t change that.”

A few minutes later, Elliott was riding the carriage to Fellise, ready for the biggest challenge in his life. His brother’s words still rang in his head. You are what you make of yourself. And so far, you’ve made yourself awesome. He still wasn’t too sure about that. But still, he was determined to impress everyone.


19 December 2017 - 03:50 AM

Skaa Tineye

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Name/Handle: Martín / Daydam
Contact: The way of my ancestors, or course; Mate-enhanced telepathy.

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Name: Ollie
Type: Skaa
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Tenement manager
Relationship Status: Single

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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Tin
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Known to a selected few

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Ollie is a 5.7 feet tall skaa with a particularly distinguishable feature; his left arm ends right above where the elbow should be, due to an accident when he was a kid. He has a square face, with a medium round nose and clear blue eyes. He keeps his brown hair short, and has a slight stubble.

Ollie doesn’t really like to stand out among the other skaa, so he doesn’t really care for keeping himself clean of ash. He doesn’t smile very often, and tends to walk slowly, looking down but paying attention to every sound around him, which can make him pretty jumpy.

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Ollie is a kind, brave skaa. Earn his trust, and you’ll have earned a terribly loyal ally. He’ll do anything for those close to him (specially if you’re a skaa named Kess), but he’ll also become dependant on them. He deeply fears being abandoned, so letting go of other people can prove quite difficult for him. Because of this, he tries his best not to form bonds with other people, staying alone most of the time and talking to others as little as he can.

Even though many kids mocked him for his missing arm when he was younger, he has learned that it doesn’t make him worse than the others. However, he tries to deviate people’s attention from that arm as much as he can, since he doesn’t like to stand out.

Ollie’s heart is a mess. Having been abandoned by his parents was painful, but when Kess left the tenement he felt his heart simply shattering. Even years after that, he’s still trying to find her. Meb’s death was also a turning factor, which gave him more responsibilities in the tenements, and made him closer to the skaa in there. As a result, any kind of threat on the tenements can make Ollie extremely aggressive. It’s the only thing he has left, after all.

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Special Skills: Running, spying

Strengths: Ollie is really agile, which allows him to make his way through Luthadel with ease, even in crowded areas. His strength also helps him in fights, though he doesn’t have a lot of practice. His skills as a Tineye allow him to spy others and gather information without even being noticed.

Weaknesses: Even though he’s strong, Ollie’s missing the lower half of his left arm, which proves to be an inconvenience when fighting, trying to climb, or simply grabbing heavy objects.

Kess. Just thinking of her makes Ollie unpredictable. Even after all these years, he still hopes to see her again. And if he does, who knows what could happen?

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The fire. The pain. The unforgettable feeling of a life being changed forever.

Ollie was only 3 years old when he lost his arm in the explosion. He Snapped there, but all that was important at the moment was his left arm. His parents rescued him and desperately tried to stop the bleeding, doing their best to keep Ollie alive. He had lost too much blood, however, and fell unconscious. They took him to Meb, a caring woman who took care of parentless children, in hopes that she could help him recover. Besides, even if he survived, his missing arm would be the perfect excuse for any noble lord to execute him for being useless. He would need a safe place to live, and Meb's tenement was perfect for it.

Ollie woke up two weeks later, with a clean rag covering his wound, tied tightly with an improvised strip of cloth. He felt weak, his left arm throbbing with pain. Meb told him what had happened at the factory, and how worried Ollie's parents had been about him. She told him they had left him there, with her, to make sure he had a better life than them. Ollie knew the truth, though; his parents had abandoned him because he was broken.

The first months in Mab’s tenement weren’t easy. The other kids stayed away from him, calling him an “irregular” due to his missing arm. Meb tried to make him feel better all the time, but it seemed impossible to do. How could she? She just couldn't understand what it felt like.

A few months later, a baby called Kess came to the tenement. She had a green eye and the other one brown. Ollie hated her. Just looking at those eyes reminded him of his own defect. She was an irregular, but at least she would be able to work when she grew up. He was condemned to be a beggar.

As time passed, though, Ollie’s attitude toward the girl changed. To the other kids in the tenement, they were both the same. He still resented her a bit, but he didn't really show it. At the age of ten, Ollie saw a group of kids hitting Kess. Before he could even think of what to do, he found himself shoving himself into the middle of the fight to take Kess away from there. She was still crying when they got to Meb. There was something else, something aside from the pain of the beating. Had she just said she felt something warm within her?

She had. Kess was a Smoker.

During her recovery, Ollie visited Kess many times. He didn't completely understand why he cared so much for her safety. Was it the fact that she was an irregular, just like him? Was it the feeling of usefulness he had felt when he saved her from the other kids? Was it the look in those special, intriguing eyes of hers?

“Why do they hate us?” Kess seemed still scared, even though it had been almost a week after the beating.

“We're different. It's just that.”

Ollie felt the same way she did. He felt there was something wrong with him. But at this moment, seeing her like this, he knew what Meb had been trying to do when she said they were special. The difference was he knew what it felt like. He could really help Kess.

“Look... I know how you feel, Kess, but Meb is right. We may be different, but that doesn't have to be a bad thing. It's only bad if you let it become that. I found it difficult to believe at first, but she was always right.”

Incredible. He had spent so much time suffering for what he was, and now he had told her the exact thing he had always refused to believe. Did he truly believe it? He looked at the girl's eyes and found hope in them. He found peace. Finally.

He had to believe. For the two of them.

Ollie smiled at Kess. “Hey, besides, you have an advantage. If you want to be normal, you can simply cover one of your eyes.” He moved her hair in front of her left eye, still smiling. “See? Perfectly normal. If you don't see that as an advantage, then tell me, how am I supposed to hide my missing arm?”

Kess looked at his left arm, which ended abruptly where there should have been an elbow. She met his eyes, apparently worried. Finally, she started to smile. Yes, he thought. We are special.

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“They don’t need me. They’ve got Meb and they’ve got you, and they have each other.”

Kess was leaving. Was she falling in love with that criminal Mav? No. That couldn’t be. Lord Ruler, it just couldn’t.

“You’re wrong, Kess. They need you.” Ollie hesitated. At eighteen, he felt much more like a regular skaa than an irregular, and it was all thanks to that girl. She had showed him what he could really be. What they could be. And now she was leaving? Abandoning him, just like his parents had when he lost his arm? No. I won’t allow it. “I need you.”

“For once in my life, I feel wanted, Ollie. I’m going.”

There was no time to be subtle. The idea of her leaving him alone again made Ollie feel angry. He hated Mav for taking her away. But he hated himself even more for not having dared to show his true feelings for her.
“If this is the only time you’ve felt that way, Kess,” he punched his single fist into the wall, scraping his knuckles, so that blood started to flow. He didn’t care. All he cared about was that girl, leaving him. “Then I’ve been failing everyday. He wants your copper, Kess. I want you.”

“You don’t know him, Ollie, you don’t know that.”

“Neither do you.”

Meb didn’t resist. She would miss Kess, Ollie knew that, but she wouldn’t force her to stay. As Kess passed him, Ollie turned to her, taking her by the arm and pulling her closer. He quickly moved his hand to her back, holding her as tightly as he could. He had thought that giving her one last hug would make things easier, but now that they were both so close together all he felt was pain. He whispered in her ear, trying not to let her see the tears forming in his eyes.

“To say that I will miss you is the greatest understatement I could make. You have been fighting the good fight, defying the nobles by helping the children, and Meb, and me build lives that have happiness and hope.”
Ollie relaxed his arm a bit and looked at her, gently pressing his nose against hers. Could she see the tears?

“I hope I see you again.” His voice came out soft, almost broken. “I hope one day we’ll fight together.” He hesitated, looking down at her lips. He was so close, he could have just kissed her. He wanted to. No. That will only make the two of you suffer even more. “I… You know where to find me.”

He released her, looking away as he held his left upper arm. He didn’t look back up until she had left.

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The first few months after Kess left were hard; Ollie felt alone once again, abandoned. But things would be different this time. This time, he wouldn’t just give up. So, he started training every day. If Kess had gone with those criminals, maybe someday she’d come back looking for help. When that day came, he would be ready. Ollie also helped Meb at the tenement as much as he could. She was the only one left for him.

As the years passed, Ollie didn’t stop training. He was fast and strong, and had also become a very skilled Tineye. He still thought of Kess every day. He had found out some information; she had left Mav’s crew two years after leaving Meb’s tenement, and had disappeared after that.

Ollie needed more information. If she was out there, alone, he had to find her. He would go out often, trying to find Kess, or at least get some information on her whereabouts. Whenever he came back to the tenement, he’d ask Meb if Kess had come back. Unfortunately, other than the occasional “oh, I think I saw here a few days ago” from some skaa in the city, he never got any useful lead.

Ollie was 21 when Meb died. He was devastated, but didn't let the others see him as weak. He kept taking care of everyone with a few other skaa from the tenement, doing his best to preserve the place Meb had spent so much time and effort in.

At the age of 22, Ollie finally heard something good; apparently she had joined Datura’s crew a few years ago. At first, he got the idea of joining the crew just to see her again. However, he realised that would be just stupid. She was fine. She hadn't come back to see them, but she was fine. That would have to do for now. Ollie had other things to worry about, other people to be there for back in the tenements. If she ever needed help, though, he would be there to help. So, Ollie stayed at the tenements, taking care of everyone, with the hope that someday, hopefully soon, he would see her again.

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She was gone. Why should he care? She hadn’t cared about him. About Meb. About anyone in that place. No. That wasn’t right. This wasn’t about Kess leaving the tenements, it was about her leaving him. After all these years, after finally overcoming the fact that his fathers had abandoned him, Ollie was all alone once again.

He turned to look at Meb, who was standing behind him, looking through a window with a smile on her face. She turned to look at him, as if she had felt his eyes on her. “Don’t be sad, Ollie”, she said softly. “She’ll be fine”.

“I don’t care” he said quickly, trying to seem strong, but his words came out broken. Lies. I do care. I want her back. I need her back. “Do you… do you think we’ll see her again?”

Meb turned her head back to the window, her smile dampening just slightly. “I don’t know”. Ollie felt his heart shattering slowly. She wouldn’t come.

Meb’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Maybe she will. Maybe she’ll be back tomorrow, or the day after. Maybe she’ll come in ten years. And you know what? We’ll be here, waiting for her”.

“Why? She abandoned us. She doesn’t deserve it”. Lies again.

“We will be here, waiting for her,” Meb said, turning toward him, smiling again, “because that’s what we do. We care for our people. And I know, Ollie, that you care for her, too”.

Meb started walking toward the door slowly, leaving Ollie alone in the room, looking down. She’ll be back, he thought. Kess would come back someday. Did he want that? She had abandoned him, hadn’t she? Why couldn’t he hate her? Why couldn’t he at least resent her, feel the same way he had felt when his parents had left him with Meb?

That’s when the answer hit him.

Because this time, I can do something about it.

Kess didn’t hate him. She didn’t really want to abandon him. Somehow, deep inside, he knew that for a fact. She would be back someday. And when that day came, no matter what, he would be ready for it. He would hold her once more. He would protect her once more. And even more important than that, he wouldn’t let her get away again.