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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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Zero - Skaa Pewterarm

27 November 2018 - 03:44 PM

Zero Tesril
Type of Character: Skaa Misting



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Name/Handle: LordKronos
Contact: PM Please




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Name: Zero Tesril
Type: Skaa
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Unemployed, but freelances as a mercenary/bodyguard - he is a member of the Skaa Rebellion
Relationship Status: Single




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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Pewter
Degree of Skill: Intermediate
Status: Hidden - but known amongst members of the Skaa Rebellion/Snapped




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Zero stands at 5’10” tall. He is strongly built from physical training that he received after snapping. Zero has brown hair, wears a beard, and has one blue eye. The other eye was lost and he wears an eye patch over the socket. Due to his size and eye patch, some can find him intimidating.Trained as a bodyguard, he stands like one, seeming to take in as much of the room as possible. His clothing is purely utilitarian. He wears plain pants and shirt, usually with leather armor underneath.


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Zero has a rough exterior, but it houses a heart of gold. He has a hatred towards noblemen for what they did to him and his mother. Seeing the nobility and the Empire as one and the same, Zero has a desire to see the Empire fall. Watching his mother die has caused him to have a semblance of PTSD that usually manifests in an easily roused temper. Meeting with Alistair has helped this problem. Alistair has taught him to trust again, and it has built a strong loyalty to those he considers his friends, yet he prefers working alone or in small groups. When not working with the Rebellion or freelance jobs, he enjoys having a drink or two at Skaa taverns (he prefers ale to wine), sparring (often giving tips if they are members of the Rebellion), or listening to stories. Zero responds tentatively to people he doesn’t know; it takes time for them to gain his trust, but they are not met with hostility until he sees them as a threat. Friends, on the other hand, are met with a grasping of arms, a hug, or a drink if Zero is at a tavern. Zero is attracted to women, but hasn’t ventured into any romantic relationships. He isn’t opposed to romance, but hasn’t felt a need to make that step in his own life. In a room, Zero will often make sure he can see as many entrances as possible. He dislikes having his back to the door, and if a chair isn’t available, he will stand. Zero prefers action to words, but is not afraid to speak his mind, especially if it has to do with security or defense, which he sees himself as an expert in.

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Special Skills: (For example, things like Reading, Writing, Knife Fighting, Lying, Observation, etc.)Zero is fair combatant, especially with his hands or a staff. He is good with the sword and daggers, but prefers to have a staff in his hands.

Strengths: (Try to make strengths and weaknesses relevant to your character. Try to tie them into your character's personality, experiences, relationships, etc.) Zero is physically strong. Despite his hard exterior, he actually has a very kind heart - at least for skaa and the disenfranchised. He is extremely loyal and protective of his friends and allies.

Weaknesses: Zero has a temper - especially when he sees children being mistreated. It often takes someone else talking him down to avoid metaphorically (or literally) cracking skulls. He tends to stick out because of his eye patch, so often avoids being stealthy. He rarely sees the point. Zero has a blind side on his right due to his lack of an eye. Zero is also illiterate. He never saw a reason to learn how to read.




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Zero Tesril was born in 892 in a skaa slum to a woman named Mara. Zero has never met his father and has no idea where he is located or his name. Zero knew his mother well and loved her dearly. He had a very typical skaa childhood, but was well developed for his age, and was often given physical tasks to complete, such as lifting and shoveling ash out of the streets.

At age 10, his life changed forever. Night had not yet fallen and the mists hadn’t come, but a nobleman was drunk and set his eyes on Mara. Zero wasn’t sure what happened when women were taken by the noblemen, but he for sure knew that they didn’t come back afterwards. Filled with rage, Zero tried to prevent his mother’s abduction. He ran through the city, trying to find his mother. Finally finding her, he ran to take her back.

The nobleman struck quickly, knocking out Zero’s eye with a dueling cane. Left for dead in the streets of Luthadel, Zero snapped. There had been trace elements of pewter in his stomach as he was hit, and a seeker member of a thieving crew discovered him, and nursed him back to health utilizing pewter.

The seeker’s name was Brayd Lind. Through Bryad, Zero met Alistair Zevros, another skaa thug. Alistair taught Zero not only how to burn pewter, but how to fight. Alistair started with martial arts and then proceeded to the staff and the sword. Zero showed a definite proficiency for the staff and focused on that.

Zero served briefly in the thieving crew, usually as a door guard. His eyepatch made him stand out, so he didn’t often go on raids. He wasn’t heavily involved in the scamming. At age 18, he left the crew on good terms and joined the Skaa Rebellion. As he grew, he learned of the fate his mother would have received at the hands of the nobleman. His anger had seethed and with that came a hatred for noblemen that could not be soothed. His personal experience in getting attacked as a child gave him a heart for children, and this combined with his hatred of noblemen could often lead him to make rash decisions if there was no one to hold him back.


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Rage was the only emotion that Zero felt. He had taken his mother. Zero didn’t know who he was, but the man was a noble. Zero had watched. Noblemen sometimes took women with them. He didn’t know what had happened to them, but he did know they didn’t ever come back.

Zero wasn’t going to let that happen. His mother wasn’t going to disappear. He ran through the streets of Luthadel. Even as a ten-year old, he was strongly built from physical labor. He also swept and shoveled the streets clear of ash and knew them well. It didn’t take long for the boy to catch up. Mara Tesril saw him first.

“No,” she yelled at him. “Run!. Get away!”

Zero didn’t listen. He couldn’t listen. The nobleman knew he was there now though. Switching his mother to his other hand, the nobleman struck him in the face with a dueling cane. Pain flashed through his right eye. Zero scream and fell to the ground, feeling wet blood in his hand as he brought it to his face.

Zero’s mother screamed, but he couldn’t hear it over his own. The boy pulled himself up to his hands and knees. His vision was blurred, and his hand left a bloody handprint on the cobblestones. Inside of him, he felt a power that he didn’t understand. Zero noticed a white orb on the ground nearby and when he figure out what it was, he vomited.

Zero didn’t hear the man approach him, but he heard him speak. “Quickly Alistair, he needs pewter. He’s running out.” There was a brief scuffling as a dark haired man lifted his face, almost shoving a vial of liquid down the boys mouth. “Drink it, son. It will help. Trust me.”

Zero felt that power again - larger this time. “Burn it,” the dark haired man said, and Zero noticed another man for the first time - Alistair he assumed. “Your body knows how to do it. There ya go!” The man smiled at him, as he blacked out.

Zero awoke in a bed. The dark haired man sat next to him. Zero sat up in the bed. “Here,” the man said, handing him a vial of liquid. Some type of sediment sat at the bottom.

Zero found himself trusting the man. After all, he had taken him in. “What is it?” Zero asked, after downing the liquid and sediment.

“Pewter,” the man said. “It’s what kept you alive. We’ll teach you more later, for now, suffice it to say, you’ll need it until you fully recover.”

Zero nodded, his hand going up to his right eye. Over it was a leather patch. “My eye is gone?” Zero already knew the answer.

The man nodded. “There was nothing we could do to save it. My name is Brayd.”

“Zero,” he responded standing up.

The pewter inside of him made him feel stronger, and Zero flexed his hand, feeling a new strength inside of him. It was a sort of warmth that he had never felt before.

“I’m hungry,” Zero said, heading to the door. “Is there any food?”

Abruptly Zero ran into the door. That was impossible. It had looked farther away than it actually was.

“Slow down, son,” Brayd said to him. “You can’t see as well as you used to. It will take time, but you’ll adjust. Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.”

Zero followed Brayd to a kitchen, where he sat down to eat some baywraps. He would have a lot to learn indeed.
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Present Day

Zero moved quickly, burning a bit of pewter to keep his balance. His opponent’s staff whizzed by an inch from his body. His opponent, a soldier with the Skaa Rebellion name Grizz grimaced.

“I thought I had you there,” he said.

“I’m full of surprises,” Zero responded with a smirk.

Zero spun his staff, and moved forward, striking high. His opponent blocked the attack, and Zero countered low, hitting the man on the leg. The man fell to one knee.

“Yield,” Zero said.

Grizz raised a hand. “I yield”

Zero moved his staff to his left hand and offered his right to Grizz.

“Always remember, if you know where one end of the staff is, you know where the other is also. The staff being a harder weapon is all in your mind.”

Grizz smiled and thanked him, and two more stepped into the sparring ring, not offering their names. Zero didn’t recognize them, but they were Skaa. He’d be willing to spar regardless.

“Bet my friend over there,” the taller of the two said, pointing in the crowd, “that we both could take you. He seems to think you’ll get the better of the two of us. I offer this challenge.”

Zero smiled and took a defensive stance. “Loser buys drinks?”

The smaller frowned. “But there are two of us…”

Zero’s smiled widened. “That means if I win, I get two drinks.”

The men laughed at that, but readied their staves to fight. Both attacked at once, Zero shifted his position to take on one at a time. The smaller moved towards him and Zero blocked his attack and countered with a move that pushed the smaller man’s weapon to the ground and setting him off balance. He then brought his own attack to the larger man. Zero attacked high as he had in the match with Grizz. The other man countered down, showing that he had either been paying attention to the fight with Grizz or he had more experience. Zero blocked and spun around the other trying to get to a point where he could see both of his opponents again, however, the smaller man had recovered fast. These two had clearly worked together before, and the smaller had made his way to Zero’s blind side. The two ended up running into each other.

Lord Ruler, Zero thought. I hate that blind side. Such a rookie mistake!

Getting tangled was enough for the two to surround Zero. A few more blows were traded before Zero yielding.

“To the tavern then. I owe you boys a drink,” Zero said. “Just remember, I want a rematch.”

A Fine Vintage

02 June 2018 - 11:40 PM

Victor stood staring out the window of his manor across the vast vineyards on his estate bordering Fellise. The skaa were hard at work. Instinctively, Victor reached for the power in his stomach, rioting the skaas' willingness to work. Truth be told, he didn't really feel like beating any of them for insubordination...at least for tonight.

Victor grabbed the decanter and poured himself a glass of wine, sipping and savoring the flavor. It was a fine red, and Victor checked the bottle for the date, smiling as he did. Yes - the Cairhaim 908 - a ten-year old vintage and a very good year for him.

A slight knock on the door disturbed him from his thoughts. "Enter," he said, and the door slowly opened revealing his youngest daughter, Kiriena.

Kiriena wore a red dress, very reminiscent of the wine that he sipped. She didn't curtsy, but unless they were in public, he didn't expect that behavior from his children.

"Kiriena," he said, smiling, trying not to think of how much she looked like Kyra. "How is your day?"

She smiled at her father. "I'm well, Father, and you?"

Victor smiled and took a seat, gesturing towards another chair for his daughter and turning off his zinc. Victor never manipulated his children's emotions; "I'm well, what brings you to my study today?"

Kiriena sat down. "You know the house in town that has been getting worked on? Well I saw wagons outside of it today. A Terrisman was helping move things in it looked like. I thought you'd like to know that we have new neighbors."

Victor nodded. "Where are your siblings?"

Kiriena responded quickly. "I last saw Liam in the kitchens - probably looking for a snack. Anaya, I think is in her room, and Bella was in the garden.

Victor stood and gestured for Kiriena to do the same. "Get them and tell them to meet me in the entryway. We should at least, welcome our new neighbors. Can I count on you to make sure they are dressed appropriately."

Kiriena smiled and nodded at her father. "Yes, Father, I will get them right away."

She turned to exit as Victor sipped again at his wine. "Kiriena," he said, another idea coming to his head. He turned and she stopped by the door waiting for instructions. "Tell your brother to get a bottle of the 908 Red for our new neighbor."

Victor Cairhaim

11 May 2018 - 08:18 PM

Victor Cairhaim
Noble Misting - Rioter



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Name/Handle: Lord Kronos
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Name: Victor Cairhaim
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Fellise
Occupation: Vineyards and Wineries
Relationship Status: Widower







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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Zinc
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Known







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Victor is a tall man at 5’11”. He has black hair, but it is greying. Victor is of medium build and is rather thin. His eyes are dark brown. He can put on a happy face when dealing with clients. In private, however, his demeanor is morose.



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Victor cares little for others. His focus is more towards himself and his interests (although this is more of a defense mechanism due to the loss of his wife). The exception to this rule is his family. He cares deeply for his kids (he has four). He gets along well with others when it serves his needs. Victor is able to put on a face for clients and other nobles, but is generally pretty jaded due to his wife’s death. He hates skaa (this thought process came from his parents who always treated skaa with disdain) and has no problem with punishing those that work in his vineyards for little things. It is something that he does take pleasure in.


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Special Skills: He is exceptional at making deals and lying in order to make those deals happen. He is good at observing others and getting a sense for their emotions. This comes in handy when he uses zinc to alter emotions

Strengths: Despite his general morose nature in private, Victor is good at hiding his personal pain from others, and is good at building relationships with other people, even if they don’t know exactly who he is behind closed doors. He is good at negotiating deals and contracts. He excels at manipulating others.

Weaknesses: Victor is a strong man, but he has absolutely no combat skill. Combat has never interested him, and so he is useless in a fight. With the exception of his children, he is incredibly selfish and works generally to suit his own interests. He is prone to rages which generally take the form of abusing skaa.






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Victor was born in 873 to noble parents named Gerald and Victoria Cairhaim. Growing up, he wanted for nothing. His parents had the money to see to his needs as well as his wants. As a result, he is used to getting what he wants. Despite this, his parents were rather cold. They didn’t interact much with their kids with the exception of teaching them their duty to the house. His emotional needs were left unfulfilled, and as such he felt empty inside. As the oldest child, he was taught how to run the family business of growing and fermenting grapes to create wine. His father would often take him on business trips, having him observe negotiations to learn how to deal.

On his 11th birthday, his father decided to see if his son was an allomancer. His father observed while he was beaten. The thing that hurt the most was that his father didn't seem to care. It was business as usual. Victor snapped that day and they found out he was a rioter. Gerald was excited to notice this and he immediately set to increasing Victor’s training in reading body language and utilizing his gift of zinc.

The rest of his adult life continued much in the same ways, but as he grew he began to attend balls in Luthadel. It was at a ball at Keep Lekal that he met Kyra. Kyra struck him immediately with her beauty and grace. It was his second ball, and seeing that she was alone, he asked her to dance. She accepted, and for the first time in his childhood, he felt like an empty void had been filled. He found himself being genuinely smiling for the first time in his life. Kyra and Victor began attending balls more often together. Victor and Kyra found themselves falling in love with each other and at age 20 they were married.

His parents, seeking retirement, left Fellise and left the business to Victor. He took over and continued to do well for himself. Being noble, Victor and Kyra had trouble getting pregnant, but when Victor was 27, Kyra became pregnant with their first children. She had twins - a girl name Anaya and boy named Liam. Three years later, they had another girl they named Bella, and a year after Bella, they gave birth to another daughter named Kiriena.

Victor’s parents had been distant, and this made Victor strive to be different than his own. He loved his children deeply. Following tradition, he had his children beat at eleven to see if they would snap. He observed all of the beatings but instead of the cold glare that he remembered from his father, he teared up. Anaya and Liam both snapped, the former becoming a pewterarm, and the latter a tineye. Bella became a smoker, and Kiriena alone didn’t snap. For weeks after Kiriena’s beating, he would often wake of nightmares just of his little girl screaming.

Shortly after Kiriena’s beating, Kyra became ill. Despite trying everything, Kyra succumbed to her illness and passed. This moment struck him deeply. His love for Kyra had been deep. His attitude changed to something more akin to his father’s. He became more selfish, and even though he still loved his children and cared for them deeply, they noticed he grew more distant especially towards Kiriena (she looked the most like her mother and he still carried guilt because of her beating).

Lying to get what he wanted became his defense mechanism. Victor sought his own interests, manipulating others to get what he wanted. He never remarried. No one held a candle to the beacon that Kyra was. He attended balls to make contacts, but as his oldest reach maturity, they went to balls more often. The pain is still there, and it always will be.



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A knock came to the door, pulling Victor out of his thoughts.

“Daddy,” a soft voice came through the door.

“Come in,” Victor said.

The door open and there stood Anaya. She was fifteen now, and was becoming a fine woman in her own right. Her own mannerisms matched that of her mother. She was dressed in all black for mourning. He noticed she had decided not to wear make-up today. That was perhaps a good idea. Victor could see that she had been crying.

“It’s about to start,” she told him.

Victor nodded and stood up, hugging his daughter. That hole that had been inside of him as a child was there again now that Kyra was gone.

“It will be okay, daddy,” Anaya told him.

Oh, child. No it won’t Victor thought.


Victor held back his own tears, staying strong for his children as he met them to go to their mother’s memorial service. All of them had tear streaked cheeks. He met each one’s gaze and gave them a hug, noticing how much little Kiriena looked like her mother. In his mind he could hear Kiriena’s screams again. Screams all for nothing.

The family went and the funeral happened. It was all a blur to Victor. He didn’t really pay attention at all. All he remembered was coming back to Cairhaim Manor that night and making sure his kids got to bed. That is when the entire emotional release came. The tears fell, the pain felt so exquisite now.

“My Lord,” a voice interrupted his turmoil.

He turned and a skaa woman stood there with a glass of wine. He ended every night with one. The woman was just doing her job, but she was there. She had seen him cry. She had seen his weakness, and all the rage erupted as he backhanded her across the face. The wine spilled to the floor, furthering his rage. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes and her split lip trembling as he beat her.