Mistborn: Metals of Man- A Mistborn RP (Closed/Not Enough Interest)
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Alright, if this doesn't really get enough interest by monday, I'll probably shut it down. Mistborn really needs a group of 6-8 main characters in order for it to run well, and I personally won't have the time to write up an additional 3-5 characters alongside some antagonists.
It's sad, I really thought that the whole setting might pique enough people's interests, even if they haven't read the books, but I guess not. Oh well, it's not the end of the world, but I was really hoping to get this going.
It's sad, I really thought that the whole setting might pique enough people's interests, even if they haven't read the books, but I guess not. Oh well, it's not the end of the world, but I was really hoping to get this going.
I may know some people on another forum who might be interested. I know they like Mistborn; dunno if they're into RP or not. I'll see if I can persuade a few people to check this out.
Sounds complex and fun this RP it does it does. Heres my guy. I made my dude a badass. Ya it may be abit over the top. But I wanted to have my guy be "known". I always have some nobody. But it is all mostly in his past to justify it. Shout at me if you totally disagree with what I did. I'd only do minimal changes history wise, just to fit in with rules, I like him the way he is.
Name: Fearik "The one eyed wolf".
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Race: Skaa / Noble half breed.
Powers: Allomancy
Type: Misting
Metal(s) Used: Copper.
Degree of Skill: Copper - Advanced.
Status: Hidden (Tells no one of his powers).
Appearance: Average height of five foot ten. Muscular build but not ripped. Green eyes, left is missing and covered by an eyepatch. Swept back black hair (greying) and a full goatee. Would rather sip tea and chat than work. He's no love for his own skills and thinks of them just as necessities to live in this dammed world.
Special Skills: Blades (Of all kinds), stealth, ambushing, escaping/running away.
Strengths: Calmness in all situations. Is a master of killing and not getting caught. Giving advice.
Weaknesses: Major slacker and an over-fondness for tea.
Personality: A former firebrand, a lifetime of fighting has worn against him, leaving his former hatred of the nobility and government types just coals smoldering under his tea pot. It would take a lot of fuel to get the flames in him to rise again. If someone could stoke the flames again, or offer just compensation. He's willing to work.
History: Born the illegitimate son of Gerol Kun Kae a nobleman from the west in 918. His Skaa mother Auzuki was raped by him on one of his drunken trips to the capitol. Due to this it went unnoticed by the authorities, if they had he'd of never been born. Life was hard growing up, with little food and even fewer things to do in a small town. Rarely seeing his parents made it all the more miserable. 932 at age fourteen, for unknown reasons to Fearik his parents we're murdered in cold blood by agents of the Lord Ruler. Many adults in fact were killed on that day. He witnessed it though, through the crack of an open door and shadows cast by candle light. The screams...... Fearik was broken by what he saw, in body and mind. For three days he laid on the floor. His snapping was through fear, dread and sorrow. The moments of consciousness were unbearable and he quickly would slip back into the void. He arose on the third day exhausted and dehydrated. The event had passed. After recovering Fearik buried his parents. He vowed upon their graves "I will become strong. I will cast down those in the Ruler's fold. And if I've the power, the Lord Ruler will fall by my hand. I swear this to you mother and father"!
Fearik gathered supplies and the dagger of his father. He traveled the land, abandoning all but his vow made on the graves. He grew stronger and more proficient with his weapon. Physical and mental prowess wouldn't be enough to accomplish his goals. From the little knowledge he knew of Allomancy something had happened to him in those three days he laid in the house. He sought someone with knowledge of the arts. And he did find a man, in the north, with enough knowledge for him to independently hone these abilities. Copper appeared the metal his body could use, and so he learned to use them to block and seek other metalmancers. For the first time with these new abilities only weeks old, he snuck up on a local official and murder him. The rush was so intense and satisfying it was beyond what he imagined. The first stepping stone to his infamy had been taken.
Fearik traveled another eight years training himself and keeping one step ahead at all times from the Inquisition. 940, he felt strong enough to begin working right in the domain of the Ruler, Luthadel.
It also worked out than there was many looking to hire an assassin, thievery didn't pay much. Fearik would never take a contract to kill an innocent Skaa, and that did limit the work. But there was some and it grew his reputation. This came with a price as the Steel Inquisition tightened the screws as his reign of terror grew. They still never caught sight of him, well not for five more years.
945. One finally did. It was mid day in the commercial district, swarms of people were in the markets. Fearik had just finished up a job and was exiting a ministerial building via a second floor balcony when he snuck up behind him. For whatever reason he'd intended to blind him with spikes just as he was. Some sick form of justice. A swift grab from behind and the first spike dug into his left eye. Fearik's actions didn't allow the inquisitor time to change his hold so he could get his other eye. He pulled his assailant forward over the edge. Several people were knocked down as they hit the ground. He landed on top of him, knocking the wind out of the enemy. Fearik rolled off him, swinging his dagger, still fresh with blood towards the Inquisitors neck. He pulled his face down and the dagger caught along his lips, rending from mid lip to his cheekbone, exposing his teeth and damaging them too. Blood poured out from the wound as did his own. Fearik pulled away, knowing any moment he could toss a piece of metal through his heart. He was into the crowd and safe. The assailant just recovering from the fall. In all it lasted just twenty one seconds and both had traded disfiguring blows. Yet both would live.
It was from this short scuffle that he earned his title. "The one eyed wolf". Given to him personally from the Lord Ruler himself after he was told his greatest soldiers were hunting a wolf and were only able to blind it in one eye. This is at least what he was told. More likely just propaganda fabrication drummed up by the Rulers enemies that his greatest men had been shamed. But the name spread and stuck, he was a legend now. Though no one knew who he was. It was fun knowing everyone who shared his ideals looked up to him as such. And this kept him fighting for many years to come.
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Race: Skaa / Noble half breed.
Powers: Allomancy
Type: Misting
Metal(s) Used: Copper.
Degree of Skill: Copper - Advanced.
Status: Hidden (Tells no one of his powers).
Appearance: Average height of five foot ten. Muscular build but not ripped. Green eyes, left is missing and covered by an eyepatch. Swept back black hair (greying) and a full goatee. Would rather sip tea and chat than work. He's no love for his own skills and thinks of them just as necessities to live in this dammed world.
Special Skills: Blades (Of all kinds), stealth, ambushing, escaping/running away.
Strengths: Calmness in all situations. Is a master of killing and not getting caught. Giving advice.
Weaknesses: Major slacker and an over-fondness for tea.
Personality: A former firebrand, a lifetime of fighting has worn against him, leaving his former hatred of the nobility and government types just coals smoldering under his tea pot. It would take a lot of fuel to get the flames in him to rise again. If someone could stoke the flames again, or offer just compensation. He's willing to work.
History: Born the illegitimate son of Gerol Kun Kae a nobleman from the west in 918. His Skaa mother Auzuki was raped by him on one of his drunken trips to the capitol. Due to this it went unnoticed by the authorities, if they had he'd of never been born. Life was hard growing up, with little food and even fewer things to do in a small town. Rarely seeing his parents made it all the more miserable. 932 at age fourteen, for unknown reasons to Fearik his parents we're murdered in cold blood by agents of the Lord Ruler. Many adults in fact were killed on that day. He witnessed it though, through the crack of an open door and shadows cast by candle light. The screams...... Fearik was broken by what he saw, in body and mind. For three days he laid on the floor. His snapping was through fear, dread and sorrow. The moments of consciousness were unbearable and he quickly would slip back into the void. He arose on the third day exhausted and dehydrated. The event had passed. After recovering Fearik buried his parents. He vowed upon their graves "I will become strong. I will cast down those in the Ruler's fold. And if I've the power, the Lord Ruler will fall by my hand. I swear this to you mother and father"!
Fearik gathered supplies and the dagger of his father. He traveled the land, abandoning all but his vow made on the graves. He grew stronger and more proficient with his weapon. Physical and mental prowess wouldn't be enough to accomplish his goals. From the little knowledge he knew of Allomancy something had happened to him in those three days he laid in the house. He sought someone with knowledge of the arts. And he did find a man, in the north, with enough knowledge for him to independently hone these abilities. Copper appeared the metal his body could use, and so he learned to use them to block and seek other metalmancers. For the first time with these new abilities only weeks old, he snuck up on a local official and murder him. The rush was so intense and satisfying it was beyond what he imagined. The first stepping stone to his infamy had been taken.
Fearik traveled another eight years training himself and keeping one step ahead at all times from the Inquisition. 940, he felt strong enough to begin working right in the domain of the Ruler, Luthadel.
It also worked out than there was many looking to hire an assassin, thievery didn't pay much. Fearik would never take a contract to kill an innocent Skaa, and that did limit the work. But there was some and it grew his reputation. This came with a price as the Steel Inquisition tightened the screws as his reign of terror grew. They still never caught sight of him, well not for five more years.
945. One finally did. It was mid day in the commercial district, swarms of people were in the markets. Fearik had just finished up a job and was exiting a ministerial building via a second floor balcony when he snuck up behind him. For whatever reason he'd intended to blind him with spikes just as he was. Some sick form of justice. A swift grab from behind and the first spike dug into his left eye. Fearik's actions didn't allow the inquisitor time to change his hold so he could get his other eye. He pulled his assailant forward over the edge. Several people were knocked down as they hit the ground. He landed on top of him, knocking the wind out of the enemy. Fearik rolled off him, swinging his dagger, still fresh with blood towards the Inquisitors neck. He pulled his face down and the dagger caught along his lips, rending from mid lip to his cheekbone, exposing his teeth and damaging them too. Blood poured out from the wound as did his own. Fearik pulled away, knowing any moment he could toss a piece of metal through his heart. He was into the crowd and safe. The assailant just recovering from the fall. In all it lasted just twenty one seconds and both had traded disfiguring blows. Yet both would live.
It was from this short scuffle that he earned his title. "The one eyed wolf". Given to him personally from the Lord Ruler himself after he was told his greatest soldiers were hunting a wolf and were only able to blind it in one eye. This is at least what he was told. More likely just propaganda fabrication drummed up by the Rulers enemies that his greatest men had been shamed. But the name spread and stuck, he was a legend now. Though no one knew who he was. It was fun knowing everyone who shared his ideals looked up to him as such. And this kept him fighting for many years to come.
The only thing I could mention is that negotiation does not seem like a skill your character would have. If you want to make a combat oriented character, then do so. It just seems that negotiation does not really fit with your character, it would be like making my kandra good at bare knuckle fist fights.Tiger Sora said:
How is your misting able to use two metals? Mistings get one metal, mistborn get all of them. That said, you could get around that with a hemalurgic spike, but then that causes other problems...Tiger Sora said:
Well I guess it doesn't really matter. Removed.drmigit2 said:
I'll be honest, I didn't read anything that I couldn't have two powers, but I could of just as easily read over that part. Wall o text and all. But I've removed the second metal. I'm just a smoker now. So it's all good.BrassButtons said: