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Post by Hoovy on Feb 18, 2012 0:20:31 GMT -5
Ah ha! We could be in the waiting room, looking for some desperate noble to con. Then start from there. But, not to many mistings. Inquisitors tend to hunt them down religiously. We need some normal people in the crew with skills not allomancy related.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 22, 2012 15:59:39 GMT -5
Yeah, like pickpockets and dudes with tons of connections.
Okay, my character:
Name: Neil "Scrap" Tarrington Classification: Rioter Age: 17 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 192 lbs. Hair Color: Black Eye color: Dark Green Skin Color: Medium-Pale Allegiance: Skaa-Misting Guild: Unaligned (Thief) Bio: Scrap is a relatively young chap who has lived in Luthadel his whole life. Originally, he was a son of one of the weaker Noble houses; however, after a few trades went very sour for his household, he began to take day trips throughout the city to see if he could even imagine life elsewhere. He could. Very easily. In fact, after only about two months of scouting and learning the ways of the street, Scrap took his mother's advice and left the noble-house, severing ties with the higher class of Luthadel. Two weeks later an unruly mob, enraged by a last-minute, desperate trade agreement that the Tarrington household had taken, broke into the Tarrington household and supposedly killed all of the inhabitants. Talk about severed ties. Scrap was completely alone. Well, at the time his name was Neil, but he soon picked up the nickname 'Scrap' once he was on the streets. There are two theories as to how Scrap got his nickname. Those who feared Scrap said that it was because ever since he set foot on the streets, he was a fighter, and a good one at that. He would cause people to get so frustrated by his dodges and parrying moves that eventually they would just go into a rage and swing stupidly, opening up easy gaps which Scrap would then shoot and render his opponent either paralyzed, severely broken, or dead. The other theory is from those who saw themselves so much higher than Scrap. They stated that he'd been a beggar all of his days, even in his "noble household" (which many didn't believe existed), and that he had received his nickname from all the spare bits of food that he'd retrieved in his lifetime. The Scrap.
Scrap honestly did not care either way. As long as the debate of his name didn't get in his way or cause his food to pause on its way to him, he was fine. Let them think as they please.
That, in a nutshell, is a little bit about Scrap.
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We'll start the RP once you get your character up, Range.
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Post by NµKe on Oct 28, 2012 8:18:57 GMT -5
Oh man, just simply reading that bio makes me want to create this story and get things rolling! C'mon, Classified! Get your charry up so we can make this story roll!
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Post by NµKe on Nov 3, 2012 2:04:36 GMT -5
I think I'm going to write an intro post to get things rolling.
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Post by Hoovy on Nov 4, 2012 12:01:18 GMT -5
I've been working on this, but I can't think of a name. Is it ok if my char is a Terrismen?
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Post by NµKe on Nov 5, 2012 7:07:46 GMT -5
Hex yeah, kinda rare but cool. A Terrisman from Scrap's old place or just a random dude?
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Post by NµKe on Nov 7, 2012 8:15:14 GMT -5
Could I riot your sense of dedication and inspiration?
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Post by Hoovy on Nov 8, 2012 17:43:37 GMT -5
Maaaayyyybbbbeee....
I'mma put a dead line on myself. I'll have my bio up by Vets Day.
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Post by NµKe on Nov 11, 2012 22:03:41 GMT -5
Well, it's veteran's day today.
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Post by Hoovy on Nov 12, 2012 14:05:43 GMT -5
And.... here ya go. --- Name: Harving [Assuming Terrismen have no last name] Classification: Terrismen Age: 28 Height: 6' 5" Weight: 155 lbs. Hair Color: None; Shaved Head Eye color: Brown Skin Color: White-Pale Allegiance: Terrismen Guild: Unaligned (Thief/Resistance) Bio: Harving was born into a Terris breeding camp and was supposedly one of the "preferred" race of Terrismen. At least, until the time for his tests came. As he grew towards the age when Ferchemic powers begin to show, he became more and more removed and distant from the other Terrismen. When the Overseers showed up at Harving's hut, he knew it was time for the tests that all Terrismen feared. He tested positive for Ferchemic powers, and the Overseers bound his hands and set him on a barge headed for Lutheradel. Why Lutheradel, they didn't say. All Harving knew what that it was not going to be good. As the grand city appeared over the horizon, the guards on board the barge cracked open the wine shipments and congratulated themselves on another successful voyage. As the celebration continued into the night, Harving began to search for a way to escape his fate. He searched his cell and noticed a small metal nugget dropped by some Thug that had appearently been locked in this same cell. He reached out with his bound hands and touched the nugget. No one had ever taught him how to use Feruchemy, but he knew his metals. This was Pewter. He reached deep inside himself and tried to pour some of his strength into this small peice of metal. It worked, but slowly. He could feel himself growing weaker as the nugget took his strength. For the rest of the night he continued to slowly pour into the pewter. As the sun rose, he knew it was now or never. He quickly glanced around to make sure that no guards were awake. Luckly, there were none. 'Probably still sleeping off all that wine. Fools' thought Harving. He took a deep breath and tried to draw all the strength from the pewter at once. In a sudden burst of strength, he broke his rope bonds and pulled the bars from his cell windows. He dove out into the freezing cold, ash filled water of the river. He swam to shore, and started running. He ran and ran and ran until he could not run any more. When he woke up, there was a young Skaa looming over his view. The man turned around and shouted "Hey Scrap! I think he's waking up!". Another skaa rushed into the room as Harving sat up. Harving turned and looked at the newcomer. "Who are you?" he asked. The second Skaa laughed and said "I'm Scrap. Welcome to the crew".
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