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Ciprian Tekiel

noble pewterarm

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#1 Ciprian Tekiel

  • Gentleman Brawler

  • Age26

  • OriginKlessium

  • Allomantic StatusKnown

Posted 01 February 2018 - 03:56 AM

Noble Misting

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Name/Handle: Moru
Contact: Find the underground fighting ring, ask the bookie for a tall glass of lemonade. He’ll point you in the right direction.

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Name: Ciprian Tekiel
Type: Noble
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Klessium
Occupation: Gentleman Brawler.
Relationship Status: Single

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

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Ciprian is of average height with a muscled build. He has broad shoulders and a lean waist. Ciprian is considered handsome. He has high cheekbones and a square jaw. He tends to forget to shave, which leaves a bit of stubble on his face. He keeps his hair short, so it can’t be pulled in the arena while he’s fighting.

When he is in the nobleman’s scene, at balls, he generally wears a nobleman’s suit. He likes deep jewel toned clothes. He pays close attention to his appearance in these situations, and always follows the fashion trends of the moment.

When he’s fighting, he rarely dresses up. He is almost always wearing trousers and either a loose fitting shirt, or no shirt. He likes to wear brass knuckles in the fighting ring. Even though the metal can be manipulated with Allomancy, he finds that the draw in the fighting ring.

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Ciprian is an adrenaline junkie. He loves having fun, and most of the time, his idea of fun is to jump off of roofs and go pewterdragging through the streets. He just enjoys a good time, and doesn’t want to have the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He gets bored easily, and finds ways to entertain himself, but would prefer an audience. He has never had to be responsible, so there is no real reason for him to try to be.

He has always gotten along with people that were his age or younger than him, and rarely did he seek the attention of adults. He preferred to be the one that his little cousins looked up to. He is a natural born leader, and has the charisma and charm to back it up.

He likes to see the best in people, but he is not naive enough to think that most people are inherently good. He’s a good judge of character, and spends a fair amount of his time around people. He doesn’t like to be alone, and will go out of his way to make sure there are people around until he is in bed, asleep.

He’s shallow, and likes to look good, as well as only goes after women that he thinks are beautiful. He doesn’t like to commit to anything, and alienates most women whom he dates. He has not found a woman who could hold his attention long enough to marry her yet.

There is a part of Ciprian that he doesn’t show to most people. He is soft inside. He cares deeply about his family and close friends, and would go to great lengths to protect them. He tries to act like nothing matters, but when it gets right down to it, he cares intensely.

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Special Skills: Fighting, Persuasion, Flirting, Dancing

Strengths: Ciprian is decisive. Once he has made his decision, he’s determined to follow it through. He is also charismatic, charming, and he knows how to tell a story. He can capture an audience and regale them with tale after tale, without them seeming bored. He is also disciplined, and has the determination to be a good fighter. He has a good, working knowledge of how the world works - but he’s not very book smart. He has a lot of common sense, and he knows how to use his strengths to get what he wants.

Weaknesses: Ciprian doesn’t take the time to listen to everyone’s opinion about a situation. Generally he’ll make decisions based only on his own desires. That being said, he’s largely driven by emotion, rather than logic, which can present a problem when his heart wants one thing and his head tells him he shouldn’t.

Ciprian is also not inclined toward books, learning, or high brow conversation. He bores easily. He has never needed to be responsible for any real part of his family’s business, which he barely knows, which means that he has never tried to support anyone else, but instead chases his own adrenaline high.

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Ciprian Tekiel was born in the year 892 to Alcott and Eadwina Tekiel. He was their first child and it would take them many years to conceive another. Ciprian grew up with his cousins, without a care in the world. He wasn’t the heir to anything important, so he was left to do what he wanted most of the time.

When he was old enough for a tutor, he barely listened to them. He instead favored playing outside. At the very least he did learn to read and write at an early age. Though, he didn’t enjoy it.

Ciprian was tested for Allomancy at the age of eight. He was beaten while his father watched. Ciprian felt so helpless, even though he had known going into it what had to be done. He wanted to fight back, but his attackers were adults. They were three times his size and weight. Ciprian was a small, scrawny child.

It didn’t take long for Ciprian to succumb to the beating and curl up on the ground. He had been given vial of metal before the beating, and just before it was over he felt something new. He tried to use the power, and the pain dulled.

He woke up in his bed with his mother by his side. He had been asleep for several days, in and out of consciousness. He was fed metals, and instinctively he burned them. They helped him to heal. That meant that he must be a Pewterarm. A Thug.

He began his training when he had fully recovered from his beating. The training included strength training as well as dueling, fighting, and defense. Ciprian was most interested in learning to wrestle. He had two different tutors that taught him how to fight. One of them was classically trained in dueling and one of them was a fighter. Ciprian was bored by the dueling training, and never really got the hang of it. He did enjoy getting to carry around weighted dueling canes, though. He also spent the majority of his time training in various fighting forms.

His sister was born after he recovered from his beating. She was so tiny and fragile, Ciprian was always afraid he would hurt her. He never held her when he had any pewter reserves, in case he hurt her with his strength. He loved his little sister.

It was also around this time that Cirprian took his first trip to Luthadel. He met his cousins Aldwin and Kardin and they got to play together, and become close, even though they didn’t have much in common. Aldwin and Kardin were inseparable, and Ciprian was only around for short periods of time, but he always had fun running around after them. He found that he got along better with his younger cousins than any of the ones he met that were older than him.

Over the next several years, Ciprian traveled with his father back and forth from Klessium to Luthadel, and every time they came to Luthadel, he spent time with Aldwin and Kardin. Every time they went back to Klessium, he helped take care of his sister and played with her.

When he was fifteen, he started attending balls. It didn’t take him long to realize that he would need to make friends his own age if he was going to have any fun at all. He found the perfect friend. Tristand Izenry wanted someone to follow, and Ciprian wanted someone to share in the fun. Ciprian and Tristand became fast friends.

Tristand was always taking out different girls to balls and parties, but never the same one twice. Ciprian would do the same. He’d bring a girl out, dance with her, hit on other women while he was with her, and by the end of the night, the girl didn’t want to be with him anymore. This was his own way of keeping people at a distance from him. He rarely let anyone get close enough to see the real him. Especially women.

He wanted to be cool. So, he exuded confidence, and spent his time trying to find the fun in every situation.

At balls and parties, there were a fair number of duels. He would watch them, bored, because they had so many rules. Ciprian was never good at dueling because he found it too structured, but he enjoyed wrestling, brawling, and fighting.

The idea for a brawler’s club dawned on him after sitting and watching formal duels at a party in Klessium. He was twenty, and had spent the better portion of the last decade lifting weights and learning how to fight. The brawler’s club would only have a few rules, and there would be bets. Bigger ones than were placed on duels.

“I have an idea,” Ciprian said. This was his famous line. He always had a new idea for having fun.

“This better be an idea that doesn’t involve jumping off the roof. Even you regretted that last one,” Tristand said to him.

“Regret it? Never! I may regret lying to those poor men about being a Thug, and subsequently being punched in the face a lot, but I do not regret jumping.”

Tristand rolled his eyes. “I didn’t enjoy getting punched either.”

“Well, you don’t have to get punched for my new plan.”

“I will believe that when it happens…”

“We are going to start the Klessium Gentlemen Brawler’s Club. We’ll get some fighters, place some bets… and best of all, it won’t be stuffy and boring like dueling.” Ciprian was well aware that Tristand liked dueling. If it weren’t for Ciprian, Tristand would be boring, too.

“I don’t know about that, Cip,” Tristand said.

“Trust me! It’ll be fine. We’ll rent out one of those warehouses by the canal. We’ll invite everyone, and when they come we’ll have a fight, take some bets. What could go wrong?”

“I could get punched in the face.”

“No, you’ll be fine.”

Tristand and Ciprian set up the Gentlemen Brawler’s Club. At the end of every week, Ciprian would fight and win a lot of boxings doing it. The club took off. They made a lot of money, and fought a lot. Tristand didn’t get punched in the face a single time. It did help that one of Ciprian’s only rules of the Klessium Gentlemen Brawler’s Club was that no violence was to be brought to the person handling all of the bets (Namely Tristand). The other rules included: no biting, no hitting someone else in the groin, and no atium. Anything else was allowed. Mistings were allowed to use their metals, whether they declared that they were going to use them or not.

This was the center of Ciprian’s life for a few years, until Tristand had to bow out in order to get married. Tristand was always more ambitious than Ciprian was when it came to his family’s business. He just assumed that was the difference in their stations. Ciprian had no bearing on the future of his house, because he wasn’t even close to the direct line of succession. Almost every other person in the house would have to die, in order for him to be put in charge.

For Tristand, there was only one person standing in the way. Ciprian might have been more inclined to pay attention if that were his case, as well. Instead, Ciprian was left without the desire to get involved in his family’s business.

Tristand got married to a woman named Adrianne. He went from being Tristand Izenry to be ing Lord Entrone. The two were really made for each other, even though neither of them could see it. When they got married, Ciprian quietly handed over the Club to another nobleman to keep it running, and he would occasionally go back to fight, but he was no longer involved in the business and promotion side of things. He lost interest when his best friend became too busy to come out with him every week.

When his sister started attending balls, Ciprian was sent along as a chaperone. He was supposed to look after his baby sister, and truthfully, he would have gone even if his parents hadn’t demanded he do so. He wanted to keep an eye on the people she was spending her time with.

His sister fell in love quickly.

His sister fell for a man that reminded Ciprian of himself at that age. She fawned over him, and he clearly wasn’t that interested in her virtue. Ciprian had to put an end to their engagement, but he didn’t want his sister to know that it was him that stopped it.

He was conflicted about this for a few days before bringing it to his parents. They suggested that Ciprian take his sister on a trip to Luthadel and stay there to find a potential match. She might be sad at first, but at least she would be away from the bad influences of Klessium.

Truthfully, he had grown bored of Klessium, and the last he heard from Tristand, they were going to Luthadel to lock down a contract for Entrone. So he’d have a reunion with his best friend, and keep his sister from marrying a man who only wanted to get in her skirts. Life was good.

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After he got his sister settled in the keep, Ciprian needed to get out and explore the city. He hadn’t been to Luthadel in a while, but he remembered his favorite spots from the last time he visited. He went into a gentleman’s club, talked with some people he knew, and then left because all they wanted to talk about was business. None of them were interesting enough to keep Ciprian’s attention.

He wandered the streets, trying to find a good time, and he did. He found a gambling ring, and cheated some people out of some money. None of them knew who he was, which worked in his favor. They probably would have handed him their money if they had known - he assumed that these men were not nobles, after all. But swindling a noble and swindling a skaa were basically the same if you came away with boxings.

He decided that none of this was fun without stopping in on his best friend Tristand. He knew where Tristand was staying, and he brought a bottle of Tristand’s favorite brandy. Ciprian knew he had been followed to Tristand’s rented housing. It was one of the reasons that Ciprian didn’t go back to Keep Tekiel. He didn’t want to lead the men right to his own door.

No, it was safer to lead them to Tristand.

Tristand’s servants answered the door, and went to call on Tristand. The hour was late, but his friend was probably awake and still at work, if he still kept the same schedule he always did. Tristand was boring. He liked routine. Ciprian had tried to break him of that habit, but it never did stick.

“Are you daft?” Tristand said, incredulously as he walked up.

“Still dressed. That means you’re ready to come out, then?” Ciprian said, handing the bottle of brandy to Tristand.


“Come on, you haven’t had fun in almost a year. Come out and have a drink and meet some people with me.” Ciprian said.

“I have a fairly important meeting in the morning, Cip. There’s no way I’m coming out with you.”

Ciprian sighed. “Then give us that bottle back.” He said, pulling it from Tristand’s hands. He chuckled and took a swig. He slurred his words intentionally.

Tristand narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?”

Ciprian swayed on the doorstep, and then turned to go, knowing that Tristand couldn’t let his drunken friend wander home alone. Tristand was just a stand-up gentleman like that. It only took a few seconds for Tristand to get to his side. They walked for a few blocks, away from Tristand’s rented house.

“You didn’t even ask me why I’m in Luthadel, Tris.” Ciprian said, still intentionally slurring his words. Ciprian slipped his left hand in his jacket pocket as they walked

“Why are you in Luthadel?”

Before Ciprian could answer, two men appeared in front of them. They looked rough. Neither of them had seen the sharp edge of a razor in a few days, except that both of them were carrying knives. That didn’t seem to fit. One of them was bald with a hat on, trying to hide the fact that he was bald. The second had hair all over the place. Someone should do a transplant.

“Yes, M’Lord, why are you in Luthadel?” Baldy said. “Are you here just off the boats?”

Ciprian looked at Tristand and smirked. The anger in Tristand’s eyes was worth it. He handed Tristand the bottle of brandy again. Tristand took it, but Ciprian could tell it was to save the brandy, and not because Ciprian wanted him to hold it.

Ciprian didn’t bother waiting for the men to announce their purpose. The knives stated that fairly clearly. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, now wearing brass knuckles on his left hand. He held a second set, and slid them onto his right hand.

Ciprian leapt forward and punched Baldy in the face. Hairy came around behind him, and stabbed at Ciprian, narrowly missing. That wasn’t fair, but it was exactly what Ciprian would have done. He burned pewter, ignored the pain and kept fighting them. He used pewter-fueled punches to disable Baldy, and then circled back for Hairy.

Once they were both on the ground, bleeding from various wounds, faces almost unrecognizable, Ciprian picked up their discarded knives, and rummaged through their clothes to collect what he liked to call his “payment” for having to teach them a lesson.

“That went better than I expected,” Cirprian said, grinning. “Here’s your cut.” Ciprian put some boxings in Tristand’s hand and guided his friend back into his house.

“So I see the last year hasn’t tempered you,” Tristand said as they went inside. “Let’s break into that brandy and catch up.”

#2 KChan

Atium Chandelier

Posted 02 February 2018 - 02:18 AM

Ciprian breaks the mold in a lot of ways, and I love him for it. And I love what a great fit he is for Tekiel! Approved!

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#3 Comatose

  • Shard of Brain Inactivity

Looking Good in Red

Posted 23 February 2018 - 07:58 AM

Love him and would love some Ciprian/Marina scenes.


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