Lord Meeker

Thanks @Voidus. Apologize for the extra work. Missed it on my search this morning.

I was doing art early this morning, (morning for me at least) when I realized that we don't have a art thread for our world and characters in general. I've seen @Sherlock Holmes do a piece for Tena and thought we should have a dedicated place for our art, should you want to share of course. Everything here will be Alleyverse centric, character, worldbuilding or both. Feel free to post all art, this is a safe, encouraging place to display your art, there will be no negative judgement or mean spirited replies, people put effort in the art they display here. Be kind and follow the golden rule please and thanks. (I went through all three pages of threads to make sure I didn't make a duplicate post. I could have missed it and if I did I apologize) The art I did as follows. Alleyverse, Alleycity, Alleys Rhazien Montage, Era 1 Aurell Faine, Era 2

@AonEne The mafia don't know that. They only see him as the successor to a very successful metalurgy business and they think he knows what he's doing which isn't completely true. Plus I though it mentioned that in my character sheet that the parents notes on the matter wasn't complete. If i didn't it wasn't intentional and I meant to. True, but there are synopsises.

Lord Everette Meeks; Scholar's Court As Everette was on the verge of unconsciousness, a woman approached and asked something that was unitelligible, due to lack of blood in his system. He to stand on his feet but only succeeded in falling on his face. Which was painful and if he could complain he would, he'd probably broken his nose or it felt like it. His blood loss was severe enough the world was spinning even though he was lying on the pavement. Why was he on the pavement again? Everette couldn't remember. Gentlemen didn't lie on the pavement in public. Everette tried to get up, but his body wouldn't respond to his brains impulses. Everette found it difficult to focus, his mental capacity fading as he neared death from Hypovolemic shock. His breathing came in manic shallow bursts. With great effort, he reached out grabbing onto the hems of the woman's pants, but was unable to mantain his grip. His grasp was weak, his vision burry, Everette felt himself fading quickly. He rolled himself into his back. The woman's shadow loomed over him, it was so similar to the assassin that was chasing him. He panicked, but his body wouldn't respond. Everette tried to ask for help but he found out he could only repeat two words in his delirous state. "Gold. Mind. Gold, gold, mind. Gold." He wheezed between panicked, quickened breaths. He tried to make himself more coherent, but his language came out jumbled as he tripped over his tounge in anxious confusion. "Mind gold feru- metal- chemy." The last thing he remember was a woman floating, flying into the sky getting smaller and the black darkness overtook him. He fell into unconsciousness in a growing pool of his own blood, mixing with the blood of Jeb, though less due to burning petwer, was still significant enough to warrent concern. Nonetheless, two battered, battle weary men lay dying on the pavement. Shardslayer; Near Scholar's Court Shardslayer watched, through a rifle scope, as his target was surrounded a gaggle of Alleyfolk. People annoyed Slayer, especially the butler who'd broken his ribs. They'd healed them with the fortunate help of a Edgedancer mafioso. Luckily for Shardslayer, they'd get to murder to get to their targets. Regettably they couldn't kill Lord Meeks, and present company due to his clientele's request in their plot. They recognized Deteca, as she walked into the iron sights. Shardslayer sighed, removing their finger from the trigger. However itchy it was it would mean more chaos, destruction, mayhem and death later if they were patient. Slayer looked over to Mr. Left and Mr. Right, Lurcher and Coinshot respectively. "Go tell your bahss, tings gaht," They paused, voice heavily accented. "How you say... complicated. If te bahss wants Nuvtry dead, it'll cahst him double, in addition to te lords... eh... kidnap." @AonEne

Fair. I can do away with the whole pandemic and focus on the fact that the mafia is trying to split Ettmetal into Atium and Lerasium. That could be a better problem. But I dunno how that would work in our alleyverse bc I don't know how rare or common Lerasium and atium is among this pocket dimension place. Edit: we could also do the poison/toxin idea. The virus wasn't the right word to begin with anyways Edit 2: @ZincAboutIt think a lot like the plot of Legends of Korra Season 1. The plot for this could be that the people are discontent with the way they have been treated by certain PC in previous eras and they want something done. The mafioso sees is as an opportunity to capitalize and get money by disabling powers and holding them ransom for money. @Sorana maybe this explains it better.

And that is totally ok thanks for the response. Edit: not really a virus but an injection that stifles investiture.

Lord Everette Meeks; Streets of Alleycity Everette grew weaker. One arm was keeping Jeb's arm around his neck and the other was applying pressure to his stomach wound. The knife was still sticking out of his back. He worried that the blade was laced with poison or that it could be and probably was aluminum. Everette's vision was becoming increasingly blurry with each step. The adrenaline in his system was running out and soon he'd be on the pavement bleeding out. What a predicament he thought to himself I'm going to bleed out on the street and die. It didn't seem so terrible. He just wished he could've saved his friend. Everette's vision focused on one thing ahead. The Underground Baker's Association, so close but yet so far. "Sorry friend, I tried," he whispered to Jeb. "This is as far as I could get us." Several figures emerged from the surrounding alleys. Everette's beary vision was bad enough he couldn't make out of they were friend or foe. He sank to his knees. "Seems like the end of the line," he said to Jeb under his breath. With the last of his strength he lay Jeb facing the sky. Desperately clinging to consciousness, Everette whispered, "If anyone can hear this. Please save my friend." Hoping beyond all hope that a tineye might be lurking about, or perhaps that destiny might intervene.

I was talking to @AonEne in the collaboration thread briefly and suggested I post here. I want to build a purely antagonistic Mafia against the PCs. Their main goals are to profit off the virus they are creating by being in sole control of the cure. The virus being a investiture eliminating sorts. Their second main goal is to successfully split ettmetal back into Lerasium and Atium. I would like to know who is on board with this and if it would be okay in the first place. (Sorry for the double post. I did wait a substantial amount of time)

Great another thread

For starters a rescue would be nice. He is bleeding out. The mafias main goal is to develop a "virus" that targets people with investiture and eliminates that investiture, not permanently per se, but they'll have a cure to give those people affected for a price. Most mafias are about money and profit not dominance and stuff. The mafias second goal is to find a way to split ettmetal into it's segmented metals Atium and Lerasium. Everette is a metallurgist by profession as he sells burnable metals to mistings and mistborn. So he can definitely help with the second goal and they think he can help with the Scadrian side of things. They've been assembling a group of professors, doctors and experts in each magic system to get this done.

You could say I've been unsuccessful in trying to open it up to people to participate on my side and not wanting to force my character in others character plots. I've been wanting to develop a situation where several characters or all are threatened by the mafia. While my character has a very person stake in this I don't want to be just his

Lord Everette Meeks; Demolished Tavern Everette readied himself, dazed, wounded and exhausted, he prepared himself to fight for his life and the life of his friend. At this moment it wasn't about avenging his family it was about protecting innocents lives and the life of his friend and butler. He steadied his breathing waiting for his opponent's first strike, focusing on his center of balance. The figure didn't change their pace, striding towards him, scraping his knives. "The more you do that the less indimidating it is." Everette breathed nervously. The figure in response thrust one of the blades towards his neck. Everette dropped the shard from his hand and redirected the past his head over his shoulder. He applied pressure to the elbow, hoping to force his opponent to drop the blade. He didn't anticipate being stabbed in the stomach and in the back simultaneously. He gasped in pain, and in desperation kicked at the elbow joint of the arm that stabbed him stomach, while with his arms redoubled the pressure on the other elbow joint. The blade slide from his stomach as the blow landed, the other blade stayed in his back as the assassin let go as to not let him break their elbow. Jeb emerged from the shadows delivering a pewter filled punch into the assassin's side. The blow knocked the assassin to the darkness of the smoke. "Sir, we have a problem," Jeb stated, staggering. "Whomever that was just wiped my pewter reserves." The bulter teetered, beofre falling like freshly cut timber, Everette lunged to steady the man, but Jeb nearly took them both down. Jeb was again unconscious He fished in the butler's suit, fantically searching for allomantic vials. His hands grasped a thin fragile cylindrical object and he pulled it out to reveal a pewter vial. He opened Jebs mouth and poured the contents inside. He closed of Jebs air ways to force the man to swallow. Everette looped Jeb's arm around his neck and lifted the man, then began to drag the man through the fast dissapating smoke. "Stay away." He'd mutter at people who'd near. "Not safe." Everette pulled his friend through the streets, desperately and frantically trying to get them both back to the factory.

My style plus how this mafioso works

Hmmmm. You should know Intent means everything with Brandons writing. Giving crap is too childish anyways. So I guess you are off the hook.

Fair. I guess it's not right to assume everyone is following thread 2. Everett is being handed his *** right now and needs some help. He's out of metalminds and steel vials. More details on the foe in particular in the the thread 2 for the current era I'm hoping to introduce a crime syndicate in the Alleycity. I want this syndicate to be developing an anti investiture drug and a cure to make profit off said cure. This being the reason to stop them. Not the typical dominance plot we've seen in earlier era. Mafias are usually focus on money anyways, and the plot won't work obviously. I mean I'm actually a good guy this time around, oddly enough.

Lord Everette Meeks; Non-descript Tavern About the time Everette's first drinks arrived, a group three of men walked through the door. The first sat a the bar, ordered a drink and struck up a conversation with the person next to them. The other two stood out a lot more. Each wore half a skull mask on each of their faces, one on the left and the other on the right. Both, coincidentally or not, were identical twins. They were talking to the bartender, who was frantically trying to avoid trouble by gestering to the table Everette and Jeb were at. "Man I have been dealt the worst kind of hand." Everette sighed. "Who ever has been tracking me probably knows I'm a twinborn Coinshot Bloodmaker. Storms. No point in hiding it." He stopped storing his healing, spitting out the rest of the blood from his mouth on the floor. He pulled a vial from his belt and a few coins from his pocket. He felt his buttons and other metals on his cloths start to be tugged, his second to last vial flew out of his hand and smashed against the wall behind the skull faced murder wannabees. A second later he was being pulled toward the masked skull duo. He was stopped by Jeb who was holding him around the waist, heels dug into the floor as he burned pewter. Other metal object flew at Everette as he was turned into a livng pin cushion. "Storms." Everette cursed, as utinsels embedded themselves into this limbs and chest. "Jeb, the gent on the right is a Coinshot and the one left is a Lurcher. There's a Nicroburst somewhere here too, though I've lost track of the storming cremling. Its what makes the most sense." "Sir, nobility does not swear." "Not now, Jeb." Everette said grinning. Gripping his last vial tightly to prevent it being pulled from his hand he downed the contents. "Ok, you can let me go now." Everette told his bulter. Once Jeb relinquished his grip, Everette flew towards the left skull masked allomancer, he steel pushed his coins towards the Lurcher, who was pulling on anything near Everette, so the coins impacted the man harder than they would have normally. Everette crashed into chairs and tables, breaking and splintering them, as a result of his gamble. He stumbled to his feet, his eyes landing on the third individual that had entered the establishment with the skull faced duo. He seemed to planting devices on the walls, and it took Everette a moment before he realized what the third man was doing. Most of the bar's patrons had managed to flee but some remained cowering in fear. "Run! This place is about to blow!" He screamed. The Lurcher was getting back to his feet, all while Jeb tried to get to Everette. Everette tapped healing and all the untinsels and splinters popped out of him. He picked up a broken splinter of table leg to use as a sword. He was terrible at sword fighting but it was one of the many things his late mother had forced to take while growing up as a proper noble. He swung at the Coinshot and managed to connect with the back of his skull, not hard enough to kill or even hard enough incapacitate, but it caused the Coinshot to stumble. Jeb hit the Lurcher in the ribs, breaking several with a lound crack, as he made his way to Everette. As he grabbed Everette, there was shimmering before Lefty and Righty disappeared. "RUN!" Everette yelled at Jeb as he was slung over the bulters sholders like a sack of potatoes. "This is very humiliating by the way. Normally I wouldn't forgive you for this kind of treatment but you are trying to save my life." "You are awefully chatty for someone who is about to die!" Jeb yelled. "Exactly we are about to die." They got to the door before the tavern exploded. It threw the pair into the air and across the street. Smoke filled the air, and Everette's ears rang. He tapped the remaining healing out of his metalminds. He staggered to his feet and pulled a metal shard from his shoulder. Jeb lay next to him, with the smoke in the street, Everette couldn't tell if the man was breathing. Amid the crackling of fire from the explosion and the ringing in his ears, there was a faint scraping of metal. A shadowed figure made their way threw the smoke towards them, they ran two blades against themselves creating sparks in the dark miasma. The figure advanced slowly, as a dazed Everette readied himself to fight with a metal shard he'd pulled from his flesh. Blood ran down his sholder and his fingers as he gripped the metal fragment.

Probably. doesn't mean i can't give Sorana crap. But I do need some character interaction for Everette. Somehow

MIne won't work?

Lord Everette Meeks; Alleycity The first guild Everette came upon while soaring above the city was the Church of the Stick. This stop ultimately proved unfruitful to say the least. No information was yeilded, other than a new found annoyance for sticks. Though it did make him feel better to break a stick in front of one of the priests. As he left he didn't know if he'd mad new enemies in breaking the stick or become some sort of religeous figure because he'd provided them two sticks by breaking one. Either way Everette did not care as he would never set foot in that place again or so he'd vowed. The Canton of Combat proved equally a waste of time. Though he'd bested their best pewter arm, without using much of his power. Jeb was a much more competent and terrifying sparring partner as he was a rare pewter savant. He walked out of the arena cradling a shattered arm that healed painfully slow. The pewterarm lay unconcious on the floor, an anchored steel pushed punch to the temple had instantly finished the fight. Everette had to be careful not to have cracked the man's skull, luckily for them both the man was a pewterarm. Everette pushed himself into the air from a coin he'd flipped into the air. He continued onto the next destination, according to the map he'd snagged back at the Canton, the Keepers. Which sounded like it wouldn't be entirely unproductive which wasn't entirely wrong. No information he needed but had walked out with a discrete gold metalmind purchase. It cost him a full coin pouch leaving him with the pouch he'd filled with coin approxamate sized steel and other metals. He shot into the air once again in search of anything that could help him bring his family to justice. Everette landed before the doors of the Liebrary, and once again hit a dead end. No information inside a place that should have hoards of it. He shook his head. He was thinking of a library, this building was the Liebrary. He looked at the map, determining his next course of action, all while sipping on a vial of steel. He determined that the Sentinels, and the Craftsmen guilds were the next likely to not have any kind of information he'd need. He shot himself west, past the Dark Alley, towards the Sentinels. He wasn't disappointed on either fronts for both guilds. He sighed pulling out a now crumpled paper detailing the location of the vault Jeb was moving the relics to. It seemed to be a joint metalurgy factory and store. Several minutes later Everette landed in front of the factory store. He let himself in and showed himself to the fourth floor and entered in the eight digit passcode into an unassuming wall. The door slid open revealing a white room, which lit itself with each step he took. At the far end of the room was a one way window, providing a view to city center, and desk and chair which Jeb sat in feet on the desk. Jeb was an odd butler, he did his job exceptionally well and could be trusted, but he always had a quirky personality that Everette found humorous. "Ah Master Everette, shall I fetch you some tea?" "Where in the storming blazes are you going to get tea Jeb?" Everette incredulously inquired. "Was your search fruitful?" Jeb replied with a question "Hardly. I have a few more guilds to inquire but many don't have the manpower or information to be relevant." Everette stepped up to one of the blank walls which slid apart, then pushed forward a display. On the wall's display was a cloak and hood colored black dark blue and maroon, vambraces, paldrons and gauntlets and red and white decorated mask. Lining the wall were two sheathed shortswords, a broadsword with a back sheath, a dozen kunai, and a spear. It was at this point that a pedistal rose out of the ground containing a vial of blood and inside were three spikes. These were armor and weapons of the great and first founder of the Ghostbloods, Rhazien Montegue. Everette stepped away and the display faded back into a white wall. Walking opposite, Everette inspected the other display that emerged from the wall. This one contained a hybrid mistcloak with a hood over a black and red armor, a belt with empty allomantic vial slots, a black and red mask with the left eye socket missing. The weapons that lined this display were two IV awakened sabers, an Aonic imbued sword, dozen Kunai, Allomantic metal vials, and honorblade containing the surges of Transportation and Division. Again like the last a pedistal revealing a unsealed metalmind containing all the knowledge and experiences of Solace, whom was another important figure in the Ghostbloods and Everette's family. Everette picked up the metalmind, contemplating using it to see what hidden treasures lay beneath and inside the metal. But that could wait until another time. He walked down the wall, closer to the desk, Solace's belongings disappearing into the wall revealing a second set of cloth and weapons. A brown trench coat and sniper rifle, two hand cannons, which once belonged to Solace. Two pedistals rose from the floor, something about the object on them struck them as odd a shardblade and a manikin wearing shardplate. The book entry only said that Aurell Faine, the owner, was MIA, not dead and Everette didn't know much about it either. Everette made a mental note to investigate later when he had seen justice for what had happened to his family. He walked to the opposing wall, this just revealed a blank manikin. This was the spot where Everette would now store the armor he wore now. He removed his helm and placed it on the manikins expressionless face. He shed the rest of his armor and Jeb helped him get into a gentlemans suit. Everette chuckled to himself. "If I may sir, what is funny?" "Nothing, just that Solace, Aurell nor Rhazien wouldn't have let their family die. They had the information, the means, and the power to stop it before any of it would have happened." Everette sighed. "Perhaps not, but a lot more people certianly would have died. Those people you mention are not of moral constitution that you have my lord." Jeb consoled. "It would be wise not to dwell on this any longer than you need to sir." "Perhaps I need a drink." Everette replied. "I think I will." Jeb handed Everette's cane to him and he stored health gradually. Jeb helped Everette stay upright as they walked to the vault door. They slowly and painstakingly exited the building and into a local brewery. "You know sir, Shardslayer, could attack at anytime, its not wise to drink excessively." Jeb cautioned. "maybe, but he'll either use an aluminium bullet next time or most likely want to see if I'm bloodmaker before he kills me. He'll probaby try to spike both my powers and sell them to the black market or the DA. I'm not going to die until I bring justice to my family." Jeb said nothing just kept an eye on the door.

I've heard from Zinc that @Sorana and @Sherlock Holmes wanted to have a fully antagonistic, non-guild, crime syndicate be a side plot. I like that idea but it integral to my character's story. So please let me know if you guys are still interested.

Lord Everette Meeks;Oasis City;Burned Meeks Estate Everette leaned on his cane before a smashed grand fountain looking up at the statues of his house's and the Ghostbloods founders, Rhazien and Yzabet Montegue. Their statues, and the statues of Solace First and Aurell Faine. Behind them, a smoldering ruin of an estate. Everette still had the money but ultimately useless compaired to the happiness he'd lost the night before. His family, parents, three younger siblings, and fiancee had been burned alive in what the police were calling a freak accident. Everette knew that the someone or a guild had been the ones to murder his family in the fire. The metalurgy company that fueled his familes wealth as well as other groups of interest and mistings and mistborns alike was rife with crooked, greedy and jealous employees. He'd have to look into the company at a later date, something required his foremost attention. Jarvis Edmund Brandt stood behind him hands behind his back. Jeb, as Everette called him, was the family bulter, and the only other survior of the fire. Under other circumstances Everette would have found it suspicous, but Jeb was a loyal butler hired by the most prestigous housing staff accademy. On top of that Jeb was a pewterarm and a rare savant at that as Jeb's training required him to do everything a bulter would do while burning pewter. Jeb would almost be described as lanky if he wasn't built like a brick wall. Everette turned to face the man. "The vault is unscathed I assume?" Everette inquired, before taking a hankerchief out and coughing blood into it. "Yes, I've taken care of the assets. I've taken the liberty to move them to a secure location in Alleycity. Just in case our assassins came back for those valubles." Jeb responded, bring out a small leather bound book. "Everyhing but the book. I've also make several copies of this too. This is not the original" The book was a detailed compendium on the Ghostbloods, history and list of members. The book was a family heirloom that was handed down by Rhazien through the Montegue family before the name changed into the Meeks. The latest entries stated that Ghostbloods had recently changed their names to Mirrorshades, and was currenly being led by a woman by the name of Tena. While Everette read through the last entry pages which was in his father's handwriting, a carriage pulled up beside them. "Your carriage awaits my lord." Jeb said, pulling open the door. "I have a few thing to wrap up for you here before I meet you at Alleycity, sir." Everette nodded and climbed in sitting opposite the chest that was place on the lush cushon seating. The chest was locked with a steel allomantic lock only a coinshot could open. He coughed up a little more blood before downing a vial of steel and unlocking the chest. Inside was aluminum and kelvar suit, on top was several gold bands and braclets Everette had stored his healing in as well a pouches of coins. Coughing up more blood, he stopped store health in his current metalmind, and braced the compartmen as the carriage lurched forward on its way to Alleycity. As the carriage neared the gate, the window shattered and a bullet pierced his chest and heart. Everette flaired healing, repairing the damage to his heart, but leaving the rest of the alone. The assassinate attempt had to look real. He knocked over the chest and lay sprawled on the floor. Soon the door open and as it happen the driver stood in the light. He grabbed Everette's legs and in no gentle way dragged his body out of the carriage. Everette snagged a loop of a coin pouch as his body was dragged out. His head smashed against the pavement and he healed the most important head trauma, draining the metalmind he'd been storing for months, and like previous wound left some unrepaired. "Think he is dead?" a voice asked. "Shardslayer always gets his kill." another responded. "Always a first." the men froze as Everette rose to his feet blood running down his face. He ripped open the bag of coins and tossing a few around the feet of his would be killers. The men surprise wearing off drew weapons, knives, and rushed him. Everette anchored himself to the ground with a coin and shot several others into the nearest man. Flesh and bone breaking as Everette transferred some of the force that would propel him into the air into the push of the coin and allowed the rest to flip over the fallen man. Everette easily downed the other men in a short death dance. Their blood mixing with his. Everette staggered, he hadn't heal all the damage to his body, the adrenaline compensating and keeping him alive. He turn to wards the carriage going for the metalminds on its floor. In the corner of his eye a new line emerged. He anchored himself with a push and with a second pushed against the new line, stopping a bullet that would've connected with his brain. he pushed the bullet back in the direction it came from, not expecting anything. Everette dove into the carriage, grabbing another metalmind healing the rest of the damage to his body. He donned his armor and helmet, another relic and heirloom of his family, securing his metalminds under the protective gear, remaing coinpouches to his belt and stepped out of the carriage. Sudden movement to his left cause him to shoot a coin into the shadowy figure's shoulder. From them stepped out Jeb and Everette relaxed. "Never let your guard down sir." the bulter reminded him. "All you know I could be a kandra assassin." "The likelyhood of that is slim. You are burnig pewter as we speak." Everette pointed out. "Yes sir but-" "I'm not in the mood to repeat myself Jeb. I was nearly murdered twice within twenty-four hours." Everette said, taking a horse from the carriage. "Make sure all the assets are moved securely to the Alleycity and then clear all this up with first responders and the authorities. Tell them enough to not look for me, doubt that will work but nonetheless." He nodded to the older gentleman and swung up onto the horse bareback. Without waiting with a response he urged the horse forward. Difficult as it was he guided the horse out of the gate and towards the Alleycity. Several hours later Everette shot himself over the walls of the Alleycity landing on the roofs of a building in a roll, cloak flowing out behind him. In a sprint he shot himself over alleys and building in search of guilds, information and hopefullly Tena. Subject to minor edits.

Yeah I am. I thinking of ideas for opposition for my character that lean more NPC than anything else. I obviously haven't got to rp yet but every vigilante needs a nemesis or a few villains to fight. Mainly thinking Ghostbloods. But the new crime syndicate would probably be better.

Quick question, would I need to post sheets for the antagonists to my character? It would just take a lot of unnecessary room on the sheet that was just approved. Sorry for the double post.