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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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#2957482 Homecoming

Posted by Grailchaser on 13 July 2012 - 11:19 AM in Fountain Square

Sanne watched the bodies twitch and fall still, a faint hint of a smile gracing his face for a moment, no longer. It was perhaps the first time he had smiled in weeks, certainly since his departure from Austrex .

Nothing unites people behind preserving the life they have quite like seeing another lose theirs it would seem.

The crowd around the platform spat vitriol and cheers at the skaa remaining, and more so at those already beheaded. Only half the skaa remained, standing in a straight line together on the platform, some crying others resolved, but every one of them staring at the executioner waiting their turn.

I hope now they understand their place in the world; tools to be used and disposed of at the Lord Ruler’s whim. There is no place in their world for ‘freedom’.

Looking away reluctantly he began to move across the square towards the palace district. It had been fitting to arrive in time to see these executions and he would take this as a reminder of why he was here; to help restore order to this city. He had been chosen by the Lord Ruler himself as the new High Prelan of his Canton and he would not fail his God in this honour nor slack in his duties.

First to see what state the Canton has been left in without direction, then perhaps I can ‘discuss’ with them what changes need to be made.

Walking briskly, eyes forward and hands at his side, Sanne cleared a path through people without a word, each moving instinctually to his bearing of authority. Soon he was outside the Canton’s headquarters and he surveyed the building and the people it held, knowing it represented the culmination of his life’s work within the Ministry. His talent had finally been recognised.

Sanne paused for a final thought, and then entered within to begin his new life in Luthadel.

It’s good to be home

#2957414 Sanne Vailent

Posted by Grailchaser on 17 June 2012 - 09:29 PM in Retired Characters

Thank you so much for your responce! I have added the double spacing to the paragraphs and will keep that in mind from now on. I did think that it looked kinda densely packed and I am glad that it will now look correct! The background information you wrote about the Cantons is incredably useful so thank you massively as have copied it down on a document for my own personal referencing.

I think for me the reason I wanted to have Sanne personally in that example deal out the punishment was as you stated, him going into an investiagtion assuming it merely to be stolen property or run aways, not wanting to bother the inquisition and also wanting to achieve something for his own Canton, finding that it was a case of bigger important, and especially as it was to do with skaa his own personal attitudes overuling perhaps some of his sense of propriety. I imagine that an inquisitor will one day have to have a word with Sanne about overstepping boundaries.... I hope a conversation that he would survive!

As for rank that would just be fantastic as its a character very built around his own sense of authority and power and he uses that to try and ballence out his lack of Allomancy and his resentments about this. Any other points or ideas or lore specific points anyone has would be awesome, and I look forward to RPing with people massively!

#2957411 Sanne Vailent

Posted by Grailchaser on 17 June 2012 - 02:02 PM in Retired Characters

Sanne Vailent

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Character Information
Name: Sanne Vailent
Type: High Prelan of the Canton of Arbitration
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Central Dominance - Luthadel
Occupation: Obligator in the Undercanton of Arbitration
Relationship Status: None


Appearance: Sanne's body is not muscular, nor is he particularly a tall man (a mere 5 foot 4 inches), and yet he holds himself stiffly, the effort to contain his underlying arrogance and anger visibly straining himself at times, hands often clenched at his sides while speaking to nearly anyone but one higher than himself in the Steel Ministry. His eyes are a plain light brown and on a softer person could seem kinder, but in Sanne the discrepancy seems only to highlight. His face is marked as all obligators with the tattoos of rank and his head bald as all of his occupation.

Special Skills: Authority, Manipulation, Knowledge of the Steel Ministry's workings and its politics, Fanaticism
Strengths: Sanne has worked for the Steel Ministry since his sixteenth birthday and these thirty one years have given him a bearing of authority and purpose that will often bring information out of those he is questioning without needing to resort to physical violence or even raising his voice. Due to achieving high rank within his own Canton he can use his position to further plots of his own to wipe out Skaa and others he sees as unlawful.
Weaknesses: Sanne completely lacks subtly or style, and while a clever man he could not be said to be devious, far preferring to break his enemy's than convert or trick them. His blind hatred for all those that oppose the Lord Ruler can often make him suborn and this anger has left his lacking in an social connections not sustained through threat or political manoeuvring. In gatherings he is often ostracised and avoided where possible.

Personality: Sanne hates skaa, law breakers and anyone seen to be attempting to defy the Lord Ruler and resents users of Allomancy due to his lack of powers himself, especially the skaa who now also are as he sees it unlawfully using these abilities. His anger often can become unchecked and he has been reprimanded within the Canton for such occasions, though this has also worked for his own advantage at times when looking to find information. When younger he was an alcoholic but years within the Steel Ministry have thoroughly removed this from his personality and he now is disgusted by those who do indeed drink, especially in excess.

He would be said to be morally lacking, caring not for value or persons, human life or anyone rights, using only the rules laid down by the Lord Ruler and the Canton to guide himself and then sometimes his own prejudice.

History: Sanne was born in 871 to a lesser noble house of the name Vailent, a failing house of merchants barely managing to survive on their own let alone with a child. They traded in fabrics from the outer dominances but due to their small finances and lack of political power they would be often undercut by larger noble houses or fail to get a contract entirely.

Sanne’s father was called Joshim, his mother Andaia and he was himself named after Andaia’s grandfather, a powerful man who nearly managed to drive their house further up the political spectrum but died at the age of just 28, found in his study on the top floor of the family’s shop with his neck broken. While this death within a greater house would have been investigated due to its obvious unnatural nature, the Steel Ministry when approached determined it to be merely a fight between rival merchants and did nothing more, especially when the family were unable to pay for further investigation. Andaia hoped that by naming Sanne after him he would hopefully develop the same drive and ambition. Sadly she was wrong.

Sanne swiftly became a drunken lout of a youth, spending what little money his family had on women, alcohol and clothes without having a job or trade himself, leaving the business entirely to his aging parents who always gave him his way due to a complete lack of knowledge about both parenting and discipline.
At 17 Sanne returned to the family shop one day to find the door broken from its hinges, the interior ransacked with all goods and wears taken and the furniture smashed. The words ‘The Lord Ruler protects no-one’ were smeared in ash across one wall and after running upstairs found his parents huddled together in their bedroom, the door again broken in and neither still alive. Determining that the culprits had to be skaa this formed Sanne’s hatred for them and for the rebellion for the rest of his life.

After spending days upon the street in poverty and unable to gain lodging or a job anywhere he turned to the Steel Ministry and applied to be an Obligator. While he lacked knowledge of both finance and logistics, his fanatical devotion to justice and internal anger was soon spotted by a representative of the Undercanton of Arbitration, and for the rest of his life he has been working his way up the ranks of the ministry.

At the age of 23 he was transferred to the city of Austrex and by 35 was the High Prelan of the Canton's prescience within the city. Due to the recent death of the previous High Prelan within Luthadel he has been chosen as the Canton's new representative within the capital.

He sees himself as a hand of the Lord Ruler, protecting those who he determines deserve it, and removing those who break the laws swiftly and ruthlessly, seeing his weakness during his childhood as his drive and blaming his parents death on every skaa alive.

Roleplay Sample
The merchant sat in the small metal walled interrogation room staring at his hands upon the table and clearly wishing he could be somewhere else, anywhere else most likely. Sanne observed the man through one-way glass in a second room as he read through the case file given to him by a lesser Obligator that morning, his head rising to watch the man occasionally before resuming reading, the smirk of distaste and satisfaction at the man’s capture slowly faded as Sanne’s face locked into a cold expressionless mask, his brown eyes burning with hate.

Having finished reading the file he tossed it to a corner of the room and walked to a door beside the glass panel and let himself directly into the interrogation room, closing it quickly behind himself with more force than was strictly necessary. Sanne always enjoyed being very clear to criminals about how he felt about them and little displays of anger such as this could be... helpful. As he had entered into the room the merchant had attempted to speak.

“Please I don’t understand what I did wro-“ The sound of the door slamming and Sanne standing above him staring at him quickly silenced his whining voice.
After taking the tables other seat Sanne began the procedure. “Can you confirm that your name is indeed Eliak Grount?” The merchant attempted to speak again but before he could Sanne continued harshly.

“If I want to hear your opinion or your voice I will tell you. Simply nod yes if that is your name, if that isn’t too difficult?” Eliak nodded slowly, seemingly on the verge of tears and unable to look at Sanne’s eyes.

“Good. Your case has been brought before me and frankly I see it as simple. You stand accused of smuggling skaa slaves from the work camps of noble families and freeing them in the outer dominances using your wagons while trading. On a recent raid of your wagons by the ministry this accusation was found to be the truth. Not only are you stealing property of a noble, but you are aiding slaves in a time when they already are starting a rebellion against the Lord Ruler’s empire”

Here Sanne leant forward, his eyes gleaming and his hands pressed hard in fists against the table top, his voice quieter and seemingly strained by rage.

“You are a traitor, a thief and as far as I concerned a member of the rebellion and you will be executed for your cr-“ Sanne was cut off as the merchant began babbling and crying.

“Please, I am a g-good person and I was only trying to help people survive! I have seen skaa flogged without even a reason and killed on a whim! No-one deserves to be treated li-“ Sanne’s fist connecting with the man’s jaw both silenced him and knocked him off his chair onto the ground.

Moving around the table and standing above the merchant he knelt down and grabbed the man’s hair, pulling his face to his. “Don’t. Ever. Interrupt me. Skaa are not people, they don’t have ‘rights’ and what they deserve is decided by the Lord Ruler, not scum like you. You committed treason and have been caught. Now you will suffer justice.”

Dropping the man to the floor Sanne stood, brushed off his hand and left the room leaving the merchant pale and crying silently, waiting to be taken away.