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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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Griselda Tremaine

27 January 2017 - 08:33 PM

Name:Griselda Tremaine
Age: 18-20
Gender: Female
Powers: Any Misting. (Probably not a Mistborn. You can make a case for it, though, if you want it.) ; Not necessary to have Allomancy if you prefer not to.
Role: Potential house heir. Definitely wants revenge.

Other Pertinent Information: Tremaine, as a house/industry, grows grapes and makes wine and mead. Tremaine is a very narcissistic house in general. They are of the belief that they were so influential in the Western Dominance that an entire city was named for them (Tremredare). Griselda is the second child to Howell and Lydia Tremaine. They doted on Vaden, who is the current heir. Vaden basically has Narcissistic personality disorder, and through the course of this RP gets himself killed for assaulting a woman from a Great House. (Eliza Fathvell) After this happens, Griselda would be able to attempt to be named heir, through whatever means are available to her (whether it's skill, competence, bribery, or Allomancy. Maybe she's a soother)

Griselda may also hold a grudge against Fathvell, which is totally understandable because Felix Fathvell kills her older brother because of Eliza Fathvell. Plus the houses are notoriously rival houses anyway. Fathvells believe that Tremaine wine tastes like ashy grape water. Tremaine believes their wine is better.

So there are lots of ways that you could take this character, and all of them are great. I would LOVE to plot out some more and come up with good timeline stuff if you're into that, as well. I love me some plotting.

Approve Before Accepting?: Yes, please. This house is already very invested in many of the plots that I have with my own characters, so I'd like to approve the character you make (plus, since I'm staff I'll have to review it anyway ;D)

Malcolm Lebroux

25 January 2017 - 03:19 AM

Malcolm Lebroux
Noble



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Name: Malcolm Lebroux
Type: Noble
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Artist
Relationship Status: Single


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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Pewter
Degree of Skill: Intermediate
Status: Hidden


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The most prominent feature of Malcolm’s appearance is his naturally curly and messy hair. No matter how short it gets cut, Malcolm’s hair has never cooperated. In recent years he has stopped trying to comb it to the side or out of his face. When he goes out, he wears hats both to keep the ash off of his face, but also to hide the mess of hair on his head. He has thin lips and a small, rounded nose. He couldn’t grow facial hair even if he tried, so he rarely has to shave.

He is taller than his mother, at around 5’10”. He has an average build and looks good in a tailored suit. On a normal day, however, he tends to wear plain white button down shirts, open at the neck, with a vest. If it’s cold he has a selection of jackets that he keeps with him. Instead of wearing ties or ascots most of the time, he has a collection of scarves, knit by his mother.

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Malcolm has never quite fit in with his peers. Being artistic and idealistic seems to put a barrier between him and the men his age, who are interested in dueling. He is more interested in painting and creating new art. Most of his male friends think that his hobbies make him girly. He does not get invited to many social events with those friends because of this. This ostracization makes him seek out the company of his brother, or his female friends.

Malcolm is sensitive and kind and hates conflict. He would rather just concede the victory to the accuser than fight. He has never felt the need to conform to the strict social roles of Luthadel. He felt like he fit in much better when he spent time in the Southern Isles. Coming back to Luthadel has made him much more meek and quiet.

He is fiercely loyal to the people he does open up to, which are generally few and far between. Once he has opened up to someone enough to consider them a friend, it takes a lot to make him turn his back on that person. While he does not trust easily, he puts everything he is into each true friendship he has.

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Special Skills: Painting, Observation, Dancing, Keeping Secrets

Strengths: Malcolm has an eye for observation. He likes to draw and paint people so he spends a great deal of time watching them rather than interacting with them. He reads emotions fairly well, giving him an insight into what other people are feeling.

Weaknesses: While observing people is a pastime to Malcolm’s, he is not as good at talking to them. It takes him a while to open up to people when he first meets them. He does not understand the nuance of politics.

His other big weakness, despite being a Pewterarm, is how little combat experience he has. He is strong, and has endurance and grace because of his Allomancy, but he is not trained to physically protect himself. The only way he would win in a fight would be sheer luck.

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Born the same year that his father died, Malcolm Lebroux never knew his father. He was born in 900, and raised by his mother Marion Lebroux. His mother has always been a guiding force in his life. She is strong and brave for running a noble house and raising two boys at the same time. Malcolm considers himself lucky to have the one good parent, even if he would have liked to get to know his father.

Malcolm was always a quiet child. He would often spend hours by himself playing in his own imaginary world. He didn’t try to make many noble friends his age, and would rather spend an afternoon with books or drawing than outside playing. He tried to emulate his older brother, Gideon, in everything. If Gideon wanted a sweet, so did Malcolm. If Gideon’s favorite color was blue, so was Malcolm’s.

When he was eight, Marion had him checked for Allomancy. Malcolm knew what was happening, because he had asked Gideon about it when it was his turn to be checked. Malcolm was six at the time, and Gideon Snapped. He was a Coishot. Gideon had so much fun training to duel and playing with pushing metal that Malcolm hoped that he Snapped a Coinshot or a Lurcher so that they could train together.

After Malcolm’s beating, he recovered very quickly with the use of pewter. He was a Pewterarm. He got to be strong and graceful. Once he made a full recovery, Marion got him a specialized tutor. This tutor tried to impart the importance of combat, but Malcolm never really saw a point to it. He wasn’t going to be a fighter. What did Lebroux have to fight for? They got on well enough with most houses they had contracts with. Plus it was only Great Houses that had wars, right?

Malcolm skipped a lot of his trainings, and Marion let it slide. It was like she knew that Malcolm wasn’t born for combat. Instead, Malcolm started studying in other areas. He learned history, mathematics, and art. He spent hours and hours painting when he was a young teenager. When Gideon didn’t want to spend any time with him anymore, Malcolm turned to his paints.

The only thing that Malcolm ended up using pewter for was to have more stamina for painting. He would lose himself for hours on end in front of a canvas. Sometimes he would spend weeks on one painting, barely eating or sleeping until it was finished. Marion was so busy running the house, that she didn’t always have time to tell Malcolm to take a rest. When she did, Malcolm followed her wishes.

When Malcolm was 15, his mother told him that he was going to come with her on an adventure. He had never been outside of Luthadel. Actually, he never had the desire to go anywhere else. Even if it was covered in ash, Luthadel was a gorgeous city. He loved painting it. Kredik Shaw was a very formidable looking stronghold, and very interesting to paint. He didn’t know what else there was in the world.

Marion liked to do research if she was doing an important job. Apparently this was the first keep’s stained glass windows she had designed completely by herself, and she wanted to get them just right. Malcolm agreed to go with her, not that she had given him much of a choice. Malcolm’s brother stayed behind. He was the heir of Lebroux, and he was in charge of the operations in Luthadel and their refineries outside the city while Malcolm and Marion took a trip to the Southern Isles.

They were going to a place called Tavira. Apparently they were going to have to get on a ship to get there. Malcolm was overjoyed at the thought. It was so… exotic. Even though he had been loath to leave Luthadel, he decided he liked the idea by the time they got to Austrex.

They met up with Dastand Fathvell in Austrex, and along with a veritable army of people boarded a boat to get to the Southern Islands, which was where the Fathvell’s made their home. Soon they would be a Great House, Malcolm was told. There was another boy there who was close to his own age. Felix Fathvell was an apprentice to Cora Fathvell, their best sommelier. Malcolm was a little intimidated by Felix at first.

“You’re going to love Tavira, Malcolm. There are all kinds of places to explore in the islands. Have you ever been this far south?” Felix asked him while they sat below deck of the boat. Felix’s complexion wasn’t that great, and he had been avoiding actually looking at the ocean the entire time they had been on the ship. Malcolm was not feeling great himself. Marion assured him that the sickness would pass. It was just because he wasn’t used to the sea. Malcolm burned pewter and the feeling dissipated.

“I’ve never been outside of Luthadel,” Malcolm admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So all of this is new to you! That will be very fun. You’ll get to meet my father and Uncle Nat. Plus you’re going to love my cousin, Eliza. She’s really fun. Apparently she’s apprenticing with Uncle Nat. She gets to negotiate with pirates!” Felix was very excited about pirates.

Malcolm wasn’t really sure what he thought about Felix. He sort of shrugged his shoulders and looked around the room. “How long does it take to get there?”

“A wretchedly long time for my stomach,” Felix said.

“You don’t like the ocean? I thought growing up on an island would make you love it.” Malcolm said smirking. He took out his drawing pad and started sketching to pass the time.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. No, I don’t suppose I like the ocean much. I wish travel was faster,” Felix climbed the ladder to the main deck and popped his head up. He ducked his head down and wagged his hand. “Come here. I have to do something. I have to get ready. I need help.”

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, but he wasn’t going to argue. He shrugged his shoulders and put his drawing pad away. It had a sketch of Felix on it. When they got above deck, the salty air blew Malcolm’s already unruly hair around and he turned toward the wind to get the hair out of his eyes. He looked around for Felix and then saw him… climbing the rigging of the ship, getting higher and higher.

“Are you coming?”

Malcolm blinked. Why would he want to climb that high? Surely he would fall… He’d be clumsy and not fast enough to catch himself.

Wait.

He was a Pewterarm.

Duh.

Malcolm carefully climbed the rigging with a practiced slowness. The only thing he really did get from his tutors was that he was supposed to keep his Allomancy a secret.

Once they got closer to the island in the distance, Felix took out a small sheet of metal. It was definitely smaller than his palm and he had been keeping it in his coat pocket.

“What’s that?” Malcolm asked.

“I am supposed to send a signal.” Felix said smiling. “To by Best Cousin.”

“Is that Eliza that you mentioned earlier? How do you know she’s watching?”

“I just know,” Felix said.

“What did you need my help for, then?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to get you out of your shell a little bit.” He said smiling. “You are very meek. Afraid of being noticed. That’s going to get you into some trouble with the loud and boisterous life of the islands. I was just trying to help.”

“Oh,” Malcolm said. “Thanks, I guess…”

Malcolm and Felix descended the rigging and went back below deck. Malcolm finished his sketch and Felix spent the rest of the journey trying not to look sick.

Malcolm had to surreptitiously ingest some more pewter before the ride was over to keep his ocean sickness at bay.

They docked, and were greeted by the whole family. Malcolm met Eliza for the first time. To say that she wasn’t like other girls wasn’t going far enough. In Luthadel, Malcolm tended to shy away from girls. Especially ones that were his own age. They were all starting to attend balls, and they were all dressed perfectly all the time and he couldn’t ever think of anything to say.

With Eliza, that was different. She wasn’t the socialite that he was used to interacting with. She was headstrong, Malcolm had learned quickly. She was sure of herself, but not egotistical. She knew what she was good at, and how to play to those strengths. That was something that Malcolm appreciated more than he cared to admit.

He had an instant crush on Eliza, as much as he wanted to deny its existence. He spent as much of his time in Tavira… just spending time with Eliza and Felix, as much as they would let him. They were so close that it was like they were speaking a foreign language sometimes. They could speak in half sentences and still know what the other was saying.

That trip was some of the best in his life. He would have loved to spend more time there. As it was, he and his mother spent the better part of a year outside of Luthadel. When they finally went home, Malcolm was melancholy. He flipped through his sketchbook on the trip home and tried to draw some of the places they visited from memory, but it wasn’t as good as drawing it while he was there.

He was convinced he was never going to see Felix or Eliza ever again. Not like they were in Tavira anyway. He thought they would probably forget who he was if they met in Luthadel. He wasn’t very remarkable, but he had hoped he at least made an impression on them. He wouldn’t be a part of their social circle, however. So they wouldn’t spend time with him in public, and probably wouldn’t invite him to and social functions.

Their houses had contracts together, but that didn’t make them actual friends. They had to at least pretend to like Malcolm while he was visiting Tavira.

All of these things he used to try to convince himself that he didn’t really want to have close friendships with them anyway. They were just pretending. As much as he told himself, he never truly believed it.

When Felix made it to Luthadel, they ran into one another at a ball.

“Malcolm!” Felix called from across the room. Malcolm turned around and was taken aback. He had only seen the Southern Islands formal ball attire once while he was in Tavira, but he couldn’t mistake it for what nobles in Luthadel were wearing for a moment.

“Felix, I didn’t realize you were here.” Malcolm said, trying to smile.

“We are almost finished work on the keep… and I’m here with Dastand to finalize the details and to do some wine tastings while I’m here. You should come to them. I bet you’d love our Merlot.”

“I haven’t had any wine I liked,” Malcolm said, remembering the “wine” that Eliza and Felix made him drink in Tavira that turned out to be the strongest rum the island had to offer.

“Speaking of Merlot,” Felix said. “Eliza should be in town any day now.”

Malcolm didn’t bother asking why Merlot reminded Felix of Eliza’s arrival. He just accepted it. That, Malcolm had come to learn, was a part of Felix’s charm. He didn’t really have to make sense to be endearing.

Apparently Malcolm was making some sort of face, because Felix nudged him in the arm. “I bet you’re excited to see her.” He said, giving Malcolm a knowing smile.

Malcolm shrugged. “But will she be glad to see me?” He asked. Malcolm wasn’t convinced that Eliza even really liked him, let alone got excited at the thought of seeing him. He would just have to find out.

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