Era 6 & 7 Character Thread

[GunslingerRadiant]

So this is where I submit a character. I'm new to the Shard, so how does this all work? Sorry.

Hello?

 

Nevermind

I got this

[Koloss17 She/They]

1 hour ago, GunslingerRadiant said:

So this is where I submit a character. I'm new to the Shard, so how does this all work? Sorry.

Hello?

 

Nevermind

I got this

Hey hey! This is in fact the place! I’d recommend reading over our newcomer’s guide to the Alleyverse if you haven’t already, as it gives a good guideline to character creation. Past that, feel free to submit something here or talk about a character idea in the character discussion thread, and I’ll give ya some feedback (or approve it)!

[GunslingerRadiant]

Name: Idoten

Appearnce: 

Affiliations: Elantris. Enemy of the Ghostbloods. Gives off false air of Laxness. Always afraid of being hurt. Loved by the people. Hated by his family

Concept: Young and on the Run. Willing to make friends, but never gets too close.

Motivation: Short: Survive Long: Have a successful life, make friends, find love, start a mercenary guild

Merits: Minor: Persuasive, smart, athletic. Normal: Skilled martial artist, skilled Aon Drawer. Major: Elantrian

Flaws: Indecisive, skittish, untrusting. Dependant on the device to use AonDor

Relationship: Best Friend: Azish Radiant named Skix. Family: Minor Aralon nobles. Elantrians

Home Planet: Sel, Aralon, Kai

Current Residence: Dominion. Preferential treatment for being an Elantrian.

Backstory: Son of minor nobles, Idoten was taken by the Shaod. His family hated him for it. He after this wondered if anyone truly loved him. He reasoned "If my family doesn't love me, can anyone?". He became well loved and respected. This is because he become a protector of the people. However, he would sometimes use this as an excuse to hurt rivals, or learn of other Invested magic types on Sel. Despite this, he never lost his will to protect people. However, shortly before the Reod this was exposed to the general public. He retreated to his mansion in Elantris. He then became a scholar. He, when experimenting with Aons, misused Aon Tia and created Alley right before the Reod, escaping its effects. Stole a Awakened machine that allowed him to hack Aon Dor off of Sel, from the Ghostbloods, and saved Skix with it. The machine is currently in his possession. Because of this the Ghostbloods are tracking him. He currently is under the guise of a trader Elantrian.

Loose ends: Wants to start a mercenary guild. Wants to love somebody. Wants to escape his previous life as a beloved Elantrian and start over again.

Trivia and theme:

Theme is River Flows in You by YURIMA

Name uses Aon Ido, meaning wisdom

Micro Sheet

Name: Skix

Appearance: A young Azish man, perhaps in his twenties by Earth standards. He wears a black coat with silver lining, and is quite obviously a Skybreaker. Carries himself with confidence.

Affiliations: The Skybreakers, whom he left after their defection. The Azish military which he joined the Skybreakers from. He has many good friends here. He is an orphan.

Concept: Wandering Sheriff, seeker of Justice

Motivation: Short: Help Roshar. Long: Establish Universe wide justice

Merits: Minor: Literate, Law Knoledgable (Roshar), Fast. Normal: Swordfighter, Athletic. Major: Skybreaker

Flaws: Hotheaded, Brash, Overconfident, Has a Torment

Relationships: Best Friend: Idoten Brothers in arms: Skybreakers and Azish Army

Home Planet: Roshar, Azir, Azimir

Current Residence: Dwelling of Idoten, Dominion

Backstory: A soldier in the Azish army, Skix joined after learning his parents were killed by bandits. He vowed justice upon anyone evil enough to kill so indiscriminately. His combat skills were unmatched, but he was held back by low social status. He was recruited by the Skybreakers in his 3rd year of recruitment, shortly before the turning of the Skybreakers. He was so devastated by their change of sides that he traveled into a highstorm almost broke his bond. However, the Stormfather convinced him not to and the thread of connection left caused an instability, creating an ally sending him to Alleycity, where he became a sort of Constable. He was confronted by the Ghostbloods after killing one of their members while carrying a Dawnshard (Given to him temporarily, by Hoid), it was at this point in time that he was saved by Idoten. He currently resides with him, and they are best friends.

Loose Ends: Wants justice for the Skybreaker Betrayal

Wants to know his parents.

@Koloss17 Ready for reveiw (Again)

Edited June 8, 2024 by GunslingerRadiant

[Koloss17 She/They]

42 minutes ago, GunslingerRadiant said:

Name: Idoten

Appearnce: 

Affiliations: Elantris. Enemy of the Ghostbloods. Gives off false air of Laxness. Always afraid of being hurt. Loved by the people. Hated by his family

 

So why is he hated by his family and the Ghostbloods? Also-where did his fear of being hurt come from?

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Stole a Awakened machine from the Ghostbloods and saved Skix with it.

Loose ends: Wants to start a mercenary guild. Wants to love somebody. wants to escape his previous life and start over again.

 

I assume there’s a story here, and it would be useful to me if you expanded on it. Also, having a brief mini-sheet for skix, just for strength and roleplaying purposes, would be quite helpful. What is this awakened machine, and does he still have it? What took him to the Alleyverse? (there are pretty much limitless ways to get to the Alleyverse, so you just need to make something up)

Overall Elantrians are complex power-wise, as they can do practically anything. Now, that can generally be okay, but it needs to be worked around. Either a flaw that hinders their ability or an understanding of the power of this character is generally needed. Everything isn’t about combat, but generally speaking we want to have a place where the common misting and the powerful Mistborn can coexist, and that requires adjustments.

Your character is looking solid, but some expansion, especially of the backstory and his general character would be useful in properly evaluating the character.

[GunslingerRadiant]

K thanks. I'll get on that.

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Tell me anything else you would like to see added (Within reason)

@Koloss17

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

Please try and not double post, (or triple) as it is generally frowned upon by the moderators. @Treamayne has a good FAQ sheet in the Welcome thread called Sharder FAQ showing how to edit posts to make sure they don't double post

Thanks 

[AonEne he/him]

On 6/3/2024 at 4:02 PM, Longshot97 said:

Okay, in the time since I created this character, I thought up a few changes. Since I don't want to force anyone to spend an hour going back and forth to find those little things, I'll post those changes in list form, in rough order of importance, with the updated character sheet hidden in a spoiler box purely for future reference. Cool? Cool.

Character Changes

1. His Smedry Talent has not triggered for some time. This is significant.
2. His Aviar no longer gives him enhanced reflexes. Instead, it gives him the ability to find the best route between two points. The steps he needs to take almost seem to play out before his eyes. Think something similar to A-Electrum. These would avoid obvious hazards, but does not automatically guarantee safety.
3. It is a bit of a point of contention for him that his skills as a tracker are nearly useless in this advanced society. Inspired by this video. It's nothing huge, but I thought it a nice addition.
4. I somehow complete forgot to describe his Aviar. Her name is Seiju. Out of laziness, she's colored like this.
5. He has a few odds and ends that are nonspecifically useful. Again, nothing huge, just offworld items taking the place of everyday objects. For example, he has a coin from Rithmatist-Earth that he uses to keep track of time, rather than using a watch.
6. Without magically enhanced reflexes, he cannot dodge bullets or block them with his Rtich or anything. I seriously considered giving him Warrior's Lenses to cover this, but decided not to. I hope you appreciate that (joking).

Updated Character

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Name:
Eighth of the Eve

Appearance:
A withdrawn man in his late twenties, pitch-black eyes, and dark, braided shoulder-length hair with colorful plumes woven in. Currently wears muted Idrian clothing, with the only clothing from his home being a leather tracker’s coat. Strewn about his person are a collection of tools he has acquired in his travels.

Affiliations:
Eighth currently works for no one and is in debt to no one.

Personality:
As a person, Eighth struggles with the traditional expectations placed on an Eelakin tracker. He enjoys poetry and song, but can hardly indulge in either on the Pantheon. His niece longed to become a tracker—for Patji, no less—and he was forced to turn her down, a choice that drove a wedge between them.
This came to a head after falling in love with an outsider. Eighth chose to marry Elmina Smedry, and before he could come to terms with that choice, he was ripped away from home. Eighth currently believes Patji could not stomach a heretic priest for one of His Children, and thus banished him from First of the Sun. As such, he tries his best to model the Eelakin ideal, even after being forced to collect tools along his travels to ensure his survival.

Concept:
A confused intergalactic exile trying to get home.

Motivation:
In the short term, he currently seeks to embody the Eelakin ideal.
In the long term, Eighth is trying to find his way back home. On one level, he longs to return to First of the Sun. At the same time, he yearns to reunite with his wife.

Merits:
Eelakin tracking (Major)
Aviar-granted pathfinding (Normal)
Rtich motivator (Normal)
Detritian light-line (Minor)
Unsealed ironmind (Minor)
Zinkall (Minor)

Flaws:
Smedry Talent: Getting lost in daydreams
 - Practically manifests as teleportation, especially to other worlds
 - Uncontrollable, given his a) lack of understanding and b) zero experience
Eelakin Traditions:
 - Avoids overly advanced tech
 - Eschews speech as much as possible
 - Judges those he perceives as "talkative"
Alleyverse Newbie:
 - Little Cosmere knowledge (except for First of the Sun)
 - Practically no Cytoverse knowledge
 - Nearly zero Reckonerverse knowledge
 - Amusingly, almost no Free Kingdom knowledge
 - Zero Rithmatist knowledge
Pantheon Tracking
 - Nearly useless away from First of the Sun
 - Inspired by this video
 - Source of personal anguish

Relationships:
Elmina Smedry - Wife
 - Loves her, sincerely
 - Hasn't seen her since his "exile" from the Drominad system
 - Keeps catching glimpses of her as he worldhops
 - Convinced she is also offworld
Fourth of the Fall - Niece
 - Favorite relative (non-romantic, obviously)
 - Turned down her request to learn tracking
 - Since his "exile" regrets his actions
Seiju - Aviar
 - Still with him, and has been since Eighth found her injured on Lokui
 - Pronounced something like "Say-JOO"
 - Can fly easily. Wings are not clipped.
 - Eighth refers to Seiju as "her." He hasn't ran tests or anything, so this is presumed accurate.
 - Eighth talks to her, and she seems to talk back.

Home Planet: 
First of the Sun

Current Residence: 
Wherever is most convenient. Currently, he beds down in the Corridor.

Backstory: 
Born as the eighth child in a large family, Eighth of the Eve sought to distinguish himself (if only unconsciously) from his dozen siblings. He did his best to be the ideal Eelakin child. Despite his love of words and poetry, he maintained an impenetrable silence. He had raised several birds by the age of seven (not Aviar, obviously), was an unparalleled swimmer, and excellent. He managed to convince his uncle to train him a full year earlier than most, and completed his training swiftly. While on an expedition in Lokui, he found an injured Aviar chick, whom he nursed back to health. He would eventually take the chick to Patji with his uncle, and when the time came to choose his island, he once more returned to Lokui.

Eighth did well as a trapper, helping to support his family. He took on a few apprentices, but was forced to reject his beloved niece. She withdrew, hurt, but he knew the unspoken rules. He even brought her an Aviar chick by way of apology, but she still refused to speak with him. Indeed, he grew rather distant from much of his family.

One day, while making his rounds of Lokui, he found one of his traps triggered not by a fellow trapper, but by a young women with strange clothing, odd glasses, and otherworldly features. He rescued her and safely escorted her back to a safecamp, pausing to save her from deadly threats no less than seven times. He nursed her back to health over the course of several weeks, in which time the two came to know each other. She was entranced by the capability and kindness Eighth displayed. He loved her for her way with words and her honesty, among other things. And so, after much internal debate, Eighth proposed to her, and she accepted.

The two married on the shores of Lokui. For once, his family accepted his invitation, and came to witness the marriage. No one seems to care for the tradition Eighth spited that day, though a few trappers muttered darkly. The time came, and for some reason, the woman insisted on giving Eighth a ring, rather than a ring. Amused, Eighth held out his hand. The moment Elmina Smedry placed the ring on his finger, however, everything went wrong.

Eighth was ripped from First of the Sun. He had a vague sense of seeing numerous worlds, near enough to touch yet impossibly distant. Finally, he fell, and as though startling awake from a daydream, he came to his senses in a strange world. A world of tunnels and endless rock, infested with oddly mute meeks, with strange pockets of civilization sprinkled throughout. Odd ships sailed the skies there, though the sky itself seemed to be underground.

Thus began the series of intergalactic jumps Eighth of the Eve experienced. He left that world of caverns with a strange bracelet, capable of producing endless amounts of seemingly unbreakable rope (which glowed, of all things). This would come to set the pattern for Eighth. Just as he made progress in one world, he would find himself awakening in some ungodly land, where the sand might be white, or little gods tried to kill each other, or odd ships which flew on metals. Yes, metals.

Eventually, the interplanetary hops grew less frequent, and Eighth was able to make progress. In his travels, he had determined that only Patji could have been responsible for his exile. For that was what it was, exile. He was being thrust further and further from the Pantheon, and was now far enough that Patji had lessened its punishment. By violating tradition, Eighth had doomed himself to never again return to the Children of Patji.

Still, he tries to make it home. Tries to find his wife, whom he's caught but glimpses of throughout his travels. Tries to be a better Eelakin, worthy of returning home. Even now, cast far from the Drominad system, in search of the love of his life, he tries to maintain the face of a traditional Eelakin tracker. At the same time, he recognizes the need for allies, and so walks the thin line of necessary interaction and traditional solitude. A man of contradictions, Eighth is.

Loose Ends:
Eighth still has yet to reunite with his wife, someone he dearly loves.
By marrying an outsider, he has broken tradition, reflective of a broader conflict within him of traditionalism versus progressiveness.
Still hasn't made it home, despite his efforts.
Keeps spotting Elmina Smedry as he worldhops, but is unable to meet her.

Footnotes:

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Note on the Smedry Talent:
It's been nearly three months since Eighth's "talent" activated, transporting him from the airships of Southern Scadrial to the middle of the Underground. Since then, he's tried to make his way through this strange land, glad to be in a place he can finally speak and be understood.
Note that worldhopping-level teleportation is not the only function this particular Smedry talent could serve. In the hands of an inexperienced, unwitting owner, however, this most basic function is likely the only that will manifest for some time.

Note on the Rtich motivator:
Eighth's talent dragged him into the midst of the events of [Spoilers for Calamity]

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The Reckoner's final stand against Prof, right about where Megan began dipping into various realities.

This was his shortest worldhopping experience, being only a few minutes. He was close enough to Abraham that when [Spoiler again for Calamity]

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Prof cut off Abraham's arm, Rtich and all

Eighth recovered the motivator. By the timeline I've set forth, Eighth would have barely seen the Rtich in action, and that was in a chaotic battlefield where reality itself was disintegrating.

For this reason, and for the sake of a balanced character, he knows how to move mercury around, but can't form specific shapes yet. That would have to be learned, either through mundane experimentation or on-they-fly improvisation. Whichever comes first.

Oh, and I'm sort of assuming the mercury resists Allomancy. Not like it's Invested or anything, but once Eighth becomes aware of the Push/Pull, he could use the motivator to counter it. In theory.

Note on the unsealed ironmind:
Despite both the Brunstell and Wilg carrying specifically dual-metal medallions (either iron and brass, or iron and duralumin), I have chosen to have either have Eighth possess an iron-only medallion, or else be unaware of the other power present (conveniently leaving myself leeway for any RP).
Further, for the sake of gameplay, I assume that Eighth can only store weight, not tap it. I do this because:

1. There is evidence to support the theory that unsealed metalminds cannot provide both storing and tapping, only one or the other
2. As a means of mitigating power levels. This might change down the road, with the justification that Eighth was only aware of the storing capability of the ironmind, and thus limited by the laws of Intent.

Further, RP will assume that it is difficult to Allomantically Push or Pull on the medallion. Again,

1. We are assuming Eighth only stores iron Feruchemically, meaning the iron medallion should never have been depleted by him.
2. The medallion would have been used previously, and so would already have been heavily Invested.
3. It's a safe bet to say the nicrosil portion of the medallion would have been heavily Invested.

Sorry for the delay in reading this but it looks good! You've put thought in building and balancing him and I'm comfortable giving the thumbs up if Koloss is. 

[GunslingerRadiant]

I'm new, so I don't know if this is a breach of protocol, but doing my best. I'm sure you have a life to go about @Koloss17, but I wondered if you could look again at the character profile.

[Longshot97 he/him]

13 hours ago, AonEne said:

Sorry for the delay in reading this but it looks good! You've put thought in building and balancing him and I'm comfortable giving the thumbs up if Koloss is. 

No worries about the delay, and thanks for replying! I've heard you're both extremely busy and creatively drained (Chat Thread). I hope things clear up for you soon, mentally and practically.

[Koloss17 She/They]

17 hours ago, GunslingerRadiant said:

Name: Idoten

Appearnce: 

Affiliations: Elantris. Enemy of the Ghostbloods. Gives off false air of Laxness. Always afraid of being hurt. Loved by the people. Hated by his family

Concept: Young and on the Run. Willing to make friends, but never gets too close.

Motivation: Short: Survive Long: Have a successful life, make friends, find love, start a mercenary guild

Merits: Minor: Persuasive, smart, athletic. Normal: Skilled martial artist, skilled Aon Drawer. Major: Elantrian

Flaws: Indecisive, skittish, untrusting. Dependant on the device to use AonDor

Relationship: Best Friend: Azish Radiant named Skix. Family: Minor Aralon nobles. Elantrians

Home Planet: Sel, Aralon, Kai

Current Residence: Dominion. Preferential treatment for being an Elantrian.

Backstory: Son of minor nobles, Idoten was taken by the Shaod. His family hated him for it. He after this wondered if anyone truly loved him. He reasoned "If my family doesn't love me, can anyone?". He became well loved and respected. This is because he become a protector of the people. However, he would sometimes use this as an excuse to hurt rivals, or learn of other Invested magic types on Sel. Despite this, he never lost his will to protect people. However, shortly before the Reod this was exposed to the general public. He retreated to his mansion in Elantris. He then became a scholar. He, when experimenting with Aons, misused Aon Tia and created Alley right before the Reod, escaping its effects. Stole a Awakened machine that allowed him to hack Aon Dor off of Sel, from the Ghostbloods, and saved Skix with it. The machine is currently in his possession. Because of this the Ghostbloods are tracking him. He currently is under the guise of a trader Elantrian.

Loose ends: Wants to start a mercenary guild. Wants to love somebody. Wants to escape his previous life as a beloved Elantrian and start over again.

Trivia and theme:

Theme is River Flows in You by YURIMA

Name uses Aon Ido, meaning wisdom

Micro Sheet

Name: Skix

Appearance: A young Azish man, perhaps in his twenties by Earth standards. He wears a black coat with silver lining, and is quite obviously a Skybreaker. Carries himself with confidence.

Affiliations: The Skybreakers, whom he left after their defection. The Azish military which he joined the Skybreakers from. He has many good friends here. He is an orphan.

Concept: Wandering Sheriff, seeker of Justice

Motivation: Short: Help Roshar. Long: Establish Universe wide justice

Merits: Minor: Literate, Law Knoledgable (Roshar), Fast. Normal: Swordfighter, Athletic. Major: Skybreaker

Flaws: Hotheaded, Brash, Overconfident

Relationships: Best Friend: Idoten Brothers in arms: Skybreakers and Azish Army

Home Planet: Roshar, Azir, Azimir

Current Residence: Dwelling of Idoten, Dominion

Backstory: A soldier in the Azish army, Skix joined after learning his parents were killed by bandits. He vowed justice upon anyone evil enough to kill so indiscriminately. His combat skills were unmatched, but he was held back by low social status. He was recruited by the Skybreakers in his 3rd year of recruitment, shortly before the turning of the Skybreakers. He was so devastated by their change of sides that he traveled into a highstorm almost broke his bond. However, the Stormfather convinced him not to and the thread of connection left caused an instability, creating an ally sending him to Alleycity, where he became a sort of Constable. He was confronted by the Ghostbloods after killing one of their members, it was at this point in time that he was saved by Idoten. He currently resides with him, and they are best friends.

Loose Ends: Wants justice for the Skybreaker Betrayal

Wants to know his parents.

@Koloss17 Ready for reveiw (Again)

So only a few questions left:

why did his parents hate him for being an Elantrian? I recall that was a normal response post Raod, but I don’t recall that being the norm before then (though I might be misremembering).

Also, Elantrians *can* use their power outside of elantris, even without a device. It just requires the use of a physical map of the place that they are in. Now, given the instability of Alleycity due to the sheer chaos of people there, having something that can easily accomodate for large changes could be useful. Inevitably though, it is your call.

Last thing: is Skix currently a Skybreaker? Or has he broken his bond? If he is still a skybreaker, knowing the ideal would be useful.

However, once that information has been given, I think your character is approved! 
 

And yes, @Longshot97 your updated character is fine by me.

 

[GunslingerRadiant]

Yes, Skix is a Skybreaker, of the 3rd ideal. He has not broken his bond. I say that, Idoten, courtesy of his insecurities is prone to failing to draw Aons without the device (This is an official flaw. His insecurities dampen his ability to use Aons). His parents are just monsters. Really bad people. It is a unique case. They didn't trust Elantris either.

Edited June 8, 2024 by GunslingerRadiant

[Koloss17 She/They]

1 hour ago, GunslingerRadiant said:

Yes, Skix is a Skybreaker, of the 4th ideal. He has not broken his bond. I say that, Idoten, courtesy of his insecurities is prone to failing to draw Aons without the device (This is an official flaw. His insecurities dampen his ability to use Aons). His parents are just monsters. Really bad people. It is a unique case. They didn't trust Elantris either.

Now, from what I understand power-wise of the fourth ideal, that would give Skix the surge of gravitation and division, as well as a Shardblade and shardplate. That is quite a high powered character. This is not me saying that your side character can’t be fourth ideal, but that it is generally not advised without serious handicaps. Our main goal for power level is to allow people to choose any range of powers, but also to allow weaker characters to co-exist and not feel irrelevant to the plot.

If you have a character that can fly, decay things with a touch, cut through and kill anything with ease, regenerate from most mortal wounds, and have armor that is highly invested and hard to get through, it can be tough for a simple coinshot that is just getting a hang of their powers to feel like they can do much.

If you want two generally quite strong characters, consider either tuning one back or having them both have realistically exploitable weaknesses or have other handicaps to their powers.

[GunslingerRadiant]

Oops. Sorry, third ideal. And, will give him a Torment, for being such a good soldier. Sorry.

[Koloss17 She/They]

11 minutes ago, GunslingerRadiant said:

Oops. Sorry, third ideal. And, will give him a Torment, for being such a good soldier. Sorry.

What do you mean by a torment?

[GunslingerRadiant]

Inability to directly harm someone. Thats why he needs protection

[Koloss17 She/They]

Just now, GunslingerRadiant said:

Inability to directly harm someone. Thats why he needs protection

I believe, if you are referring to the Sunlit Man, that that is a Dawnshard effect, and not a particularly common occurrence. Again, not saying you can’t do that, but that you would need to provide further context and backstory to how that came about. However, if you want something similar to that, but not attatched to that extra bit of complexity, I can help you find something that you’d like!

[GunslingerRadiant]

That sounds great, thanks

[Tamriel Wolfsbaine]

Okay this is my first character for the Alleyverse.  Thanks to @Koloss17 for pointing me in the right direction! 

Tomvi Amidate 

Spoiler

Name: 
Tomvi Amidate (Tom for short) 

Appearance: 
Tomvi is 24 years old and is a working man from Scadrial. Slightly gray skin tone indicating that his height and size are from kolossblood. Just over 6 and a half foot tall by Scadrial standards and about 300lbs. Dresses like a working man from the early 1900s. Slacks with suspenders and a shirt that buttons up with sleeves rolled up to just beneath the elbows. He dresses better when employed and will occasionally put on a vest when he feels it is appropriate. He doesn't like shoes and has big feet. He has a closely trimmed beard and likes to wear a newsboy cap. His eyes are a bright gray color. He wears bendalloy armbands and rings when he can which would nod to himself being a ferring.   

Affiliations: 
Currently looking for work. Accepts all payments but will work for less if it is in the form of bendalloy. 

Personality: 
Tom is casually reckless and gullible. He has a bit of a dry personality and has ever since learning he is doomed and there is nothing he can do about it. Where his sense of humor can vary from that is as he sees the reaction on peoples faces when he should be dead. After being shot 8 times and suffering no lasting damage or pain, he has embraced his future in a casual and nonchalantly optimistic way. He likes laughing at himself more than anything and is happy to talk to anyone about almost anything. 

Concept: A bendalloy addict who doesn't want to die, but cant die, but is devastated because he knows he is going to die. He knows how he is going to die and would like to pull as much joy out of life before that happens as possible while extending that life as long as possible. 

Motivation (Short & long term goal): 
While he would love to get answers from the little old mad scientist dude and perhaps enact some form of revenge, Tom really just wants to live. Sadly this turns him into an addict. He does what he has to do to get the bendalloy to maintain his way of life. He seems desperate to feel as much as he can with the time he has left. Short term is always get the bendalloy and not die. Long term would be to find the guy who did this to him! 

Merits: 
Minor merits: 
Bendalloy Feruchemy
Kolossblooded
Mostly dry, sometimes morbid, sense of humor 
Normal merits:
Was a contender for amateur kickboxing championship (non powered  division) 
Bendalloy Allomancy
Major merit:
Roseite Aether Spore Eater. 

Flaws: 
Major flaw stems from the Major Merit. Spore Eater. Drives him into an addiction and requires an absurd amount of bendalloy. He is also a glutton and loves food. Keeping in shape leads to some wasted bendalloy which exacerbates his addiction. 
Tom is rash and gullible if if there is a chance he can get  bendalloy. He is a bit of a daredevil and will take on physical challenges and bets all the time for some bendalloy. (If prompted he would gladly jump off a two or three story building, trusting in his aether spore and kolossblood to spare his life for a nugget of bendalloy.) 
He wants to live and views the alley verse as the best way to do that, but at what cost?

Relationships (Eg. Family and Friends): 
Tom is very new to this world. His family is all back on Scadrial and he sees no way back at this point. Being an addict his first priority is find a source of bendalloy. The “friends” will appear as they do naturally in his search for a steady stream of his bendalloy. 
If asked about his family he would probably note that they are good people and were very supportive of his dreams. His last conversation with them was about the arts of compounding. He has found himself in a bit of a hole and is still coming to terms with the fact that his lifespan was cut short. 

Home Planet: 
Scadrial. His mother was a Kolossblooded Ferring. His father was a Misting. He was born and raised on stories of the great Lawkeepers and Allomancer Jak. His was the time when Kolossblood was still shunned. 

Current Residence: 
Currently homeless and looking for a place or group to latch onto in trade of bendalloy.

Backstory:
 I will include a scene for this. Long story short… He was down on his luck and volunteered for an experimental drug trial specifically for bendalloy ferrings. Turns out the doctor running the trial gave him a roseite aether spore (and others who were unsuccessfully infected). He was blessed to survive long enough to find out he was for sure going to die from this. The doctor wants to see how long Tom will last. The doctor did not know about Tom’s bendalloy allomancy. Compounding should buy Tom years. 

Loose ends (What is unfinished in their life?): 
Who was the doctor. What is aether? How aggressive will the aether get? Could Tomvi hit a plateau and live a normal life minus the need for wealth and constant need for bendalloy? 
 

Here is a fun couple of scenes to act as a flashback of his backstory and entrance into the Alleyverse! 

Spoiler

      “Well I think you have had enough for the night don’t you?” Tom put his hand on the shoulder of the inebriated thug.
      “Why don’t you shut your mouth before I shut it for you?” The man stood up and glared back at Tomvi. Tomvi wasn’t a small man. In fact, he was a big man. He stood a full head taller than the drunk man and must have easily doubled him in weight. The only people who would stand so boldly against a kolossblooded bouncer were metalborn. Tom saw the mans eyes change and figured the man must have started burning his metal, a pewterarm no doubt. 
      “No. Please. Don’t do it.” Tom let the words fall out of his mouth in a flat and monotonous way. “Look, we really don't have to do this. You know you’ve had a few too many as well as I do. Just go and sleep it off and come back to-” The words were muted as the man swung a pewter enhanced fist at Tom. It connected squarely at his jaw. Tom’s pain set in just before the thugs fist landed. He could always feel the infection grow to save him. The pain was that of thousands of tiny cuts as the roseite grew and formed it’s protective shield. This time it was at his jawline. This pewterarm knew how to throw hands. Too bad for him the Aether spore that was trying desperately to kill Tomvi also worked desperately to keep him safe. 
     “What the… what are you?” The thug pulled his fist back looking between it and the jagged bed of roseite crystals that had grown as a carapace over Tomvi’s jaw. The thug’s fist was slightly deformed and dripping blood. His words were shaky and slurred. The fire that had been in his eyes faded as he stopped burning his pewter and realized there was no further scene to be made. The people outside of the time bubble were nearly frozen still. Tom just nodded his head in agreement and understanding to the man’s unspoken surrender. The drunk pewterarm hugged his mangled hand to his chest as Tom dropped the bendalloy bubble and escorted him off the premises.           “Sorry Tom. I guess I probably am due to be done and take a nap.” 
     “Go home and sleep Bill. There will be plenty of time for drinking tomorrow.” Tom sat down at his seat near the door and grabbed his glass of water to try to quench his thirst. He grabbed hold of his sandwich and cursed the memory of the man who doomed him. 

— — — — — Nearly 6 months previous — — — — — 

      “Are you sure this is safe?” Tom looked up from the strange capsule that the doctor had handed him. 
      “Of course I am not sure it is safe. Was there any part of the word experimental that didnt make sense to you?” 
     The ad the doctor was speaking of had caught Tomvi by surprise. Growing up he had always been ashamed of his powers. Not the bendalloy allomancy, but the bendalloy feruchemy. His mother was a rare breed of a kolossblooded ferring and his father was an allomancer. While Tom credited his father for his allomantic powers and his parents liked to tell him how rare compounders were, he never saw his ferring powers as anything other than an embarrassment. But then it happened. One day in the paper was an add asking for the help of any and all bendalloy ferrings out there. Part of Tom thought this doctor must be crazy to think that his feruchemical power could set him apart from anyone else, but here he was and this crazy old fool was offering a years salary just to get a useless bendalloy ferring to take a pill? 
Tomvi thought about how dumb he was to have bet on himself in his last fight. He had been climbing the ranks in the kickboxing world fast. His blood was just diluted enough to be allowed to fight in human rings but he knew for a fact that guy cheated. Noone could move that fast without help. Tom suspected a hidden steelmind but it was futile to argue it now. He needed to pay back Jimmy before he would ever see the inside of another ring. And this was a quick and easy way to do it. So Tom tossed back the pill despite the weird pink powder and took a big swig of water. 
      The doctor did something that almost certainly should have been a red flag then. The little old man wheeled out a large glass frame and stood behind it before picking up his clipboard and pen. Tom could see old drops of blood on the glass and started to have some second thoughts. Just then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He winced and the old doctor flinched as if he expected something horrible to happen. Then Tom felt fine… in a really weird way. The pain seemed to become much more mild and almost a tingling sensation started to spread throughout his body. 
      “Fascinating!” said the doctor. The small man then pulled out a pistol and shot Tom. 
      “Wait!” Tom shouted over the sound of the gunshot. The pain came back and he was certain he had been shot. 
       “Oh relax,” said the doctor. “It was just an arm. It’s not like I would shoot you in the face for our first experiment. Now on a scale of one to ten how thirsty are you?” 
      Tomvi reached up to touch his arm. There was no bullet hole. There was hardly any blood at all and as he looked down he noticed a crumpled up shard of metal on the ground beneath him. “What did you do to me?” 
The old doctor chuckled and shot him again. Again the feeling of thousands of needles stabbing him welled up in his chest and he saw a cluster of pink crystals turn to dust as another crumpled up bullet landed on the ground in front of him. Strangely, he did feel thirsty. The old man shot at him again, this time aiming for his head. The pain welled up and he felt the pressure of a push against his head where the bullet struck the next chunk of crystal. As pieces of crystal were blown off they would turn to dust and as soon as the bullet was done being a threat the crystal shield that was growing would turn to dust. 
      Tom did feel thirsty. He reached out with his mind to the bendalloy band he wore around his upper arm. He tapped it and allowed his stored hydration to satiate his thirst. The add had specified that any ferring who wanted to take part in the drug trial should come with a filled metalmind. 
A series of bangs rang out again and Tomvi had had enough. He lunged at the old man and seized the gun out of his hands. The doctor laughed, “Well fat lot of good that will do you. Its empty now. Not good for anything other than to weigh down some papers. Marvelous isn’t it?” 
     It took everything Tom had in him to not punch the little man in his little face. “What kind of bad alloy are you anyway? What in Harmony’s name have you done to me?” 
    The little doctor choked out a response. “You are the first spore eater of your planet. When I heard there were people who could store nutrition and hydration I just had to test it out. Here read the pamphlet.” The man pulled a paper out of his coat pocket and held it out to Tom. 
    Tom took the pamphlet and read all about how he was now infected with a piece of “Aether Spore” that would do everything in its power to stop him from dying so long as he feeds it water. Tomvi’s mind was flooded with the possibilities and then he saw the fine print at the bottom. He had to read it out loud to ensure his eyes weren't lying. “Being a spore eater is, as of yet, 100% fatal after some time but until that dreadful day enjoy your life!” 
    Tom dropped the paper and looked around ready to strangle the little old mad scientist who had doomed him. The man was nowhere to be seen. Only a sack full of money and note were left on the table that read: 
    This will undoubtedly go down as one of the greatest scientific leaps of its time and you have been a great part of it. As I am sure you have read the average lifespan for spore eaters is barely a year. But I expect that your ability to drink and store said hydration should buy you nearly double that time! I would very much appreciate you coming back here for a follow up appointment in 6 months. Thank you again for your time and service in the name of science! (Attached to the note was a business card with a written time and date of his next appointment) 

    — — — — — Present — — — — — 

    Tom’s mind returned to the bar as he raised his empty glass up to his mouth. He looked at the clock and realized it was nearly closing time. In just 12 short hours he would have that little mad man to answer for his crime. Becoming a spore eater had taken everything from him. Not only was he doomed to dying young but he had been banned from fighting ever again. His dreams of being a champion were dashed the first time a sparring companion broke their hand on his face and his countering leg kick proved too devastating. The spore even saw his kicks and punches as threats and would grow the crystalline structures around his strikes making each hit like a stone. 
    While he couldnt fight in the ring for money anymore he did make for an excellent bouncer. Over the last months Tomvi learned that he couldn’t grow any of this aether of his own free will but he had learned to direct the way it grew. Most of the time he would prefer it to grow as a flat piece of armor but against a drunk pewter arm he knew he needed to inflict some pain to entice them to stop trying early on. 
    Of course the amount of water he needed to feed the infection was going up all the time, and Tom could feel himself nearly always a little bit thirsty, he did admit to himself that the little doctor must have been right. His bendalloy metalminds seemed to hold plenty of water. And he as luck would have it he had spoken with his mother about what exactly it meant to be a compounder. While the little guy may have hoped and calculated a couple extra years, so long as Tom had bendalloy he would be able to compound out ten times that much. 
    As his mind started to drift again into thoughts of revenge he saw something strange across the street from the bar. It didnt look exactly like a time bubble but it didnt look right either. Tom shouted out to the owner of the bar that he would be right back. The Kolossblooed, bendalloy compounder bounded across the rainy street in the dark and approached the anomaly in the alleyway. As he reached out to try and touch the curtain of distortion he was drawn into it…. And spit out into the other side. He hit the ground and it was light out. No longer the early am hours but it appeared to be early afternoon. He spun around and found himself facing only a brick wall. Where exactly was he? He stepped out of the alley and felt oh so out of place. 
      Here he was, a 6 foot 8 inch tall, 300lb man with gray eyes and ever so slightly blue-gray skin, stepping out into a bustling clean city street from what must be the future. Nevermind that he was staring at things that he could never have dreamed up. Nevermind people were actively walking across the street to avoid being near him. Here he was, surely appearing homeless with no shoes, wearing old dirty pants, a worn out shirt with even older suspenders, a newsboys cap… of all of that. The worst part of it was that he only had a single metalmind with him and he was already starting to feel thirsty again. 
 

Edit: 

A picture of Tomvi provided by me feeding a great description into a totally average AI haha. 

Edited June 15, 2024 by Tamriel Wolfsbaine

[Koloss17 She/They]

2 hours ago, Tamriel Wolfsbaine said:

Okay this is my first character for the Alleyverse.  Thanks to @Koloss17 for pointing me in the right direction! 

Tomvi Amidate 

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Name: 
Tomvi Amidate (Tom for short) 

Appearance: 
Tomvi is 24 years old and is a working man from Scadrial. Slightly gray skin tone indicating that his height and size are from kolossblood. Just over 6 and a half foot tall by Scadrial standards and about 300lbs. Dresses like a working man from the early 1900s. Slacks with suspenders and a shirt that buttons up with sleeves rolled up to just beneath the elbows. He dresses better when employed and will occasionally put on a vest when he feels it is appropriate. He doesn't like shoes and has big feet. He has a closely trimmed beard and likes to wear a newsboy cap. His eyes are a bright gray color. He wears bendalloy armbands and rings when he can which would nod to himself being a ferring.   

Affiliations: 
Currently looking for work. Accepts all payments but will work for less if it is in the form of bendalloy. 

Personality: 
Tom is casually reckless and gullible. He has a bit of a dry personality and has ever since learning he is doomed and there is nothing he can do about it. Where his sense of humor can vary from that is as he sees the reaction on peoples faces when he should be dead. After being shot 8 times and suffering no lasting damage or pain, he has embraced his future in a casual and nonchalantly optimistic way. He likes laughing at himself more than anything and is happy to talk to anyone about almost anything. 

Concept: A bendalloy addict who doesn't want to die, but cant die, but is devastated because he knows he is going to die. He knows how he is going to die and would like to pull as much joy out of life before that happens as possible while extending that life as long as possible. 

Motivation (Short & long term goal): 
While he would love to get answers from the little old mad scientist dude and perhaps enact some form of revenge, Tom really just wants to live. Sadly this turns him into an addict. He does what he has to do to get the bendalloy to maintain his way of life. He seems desperate to feel as much as he can with the time he has left. Short term is always get the bendalloy and not die. Long term would be to find the guy who did this to him! 

Merits: 
Minor merits: 
Bendalloy Feruchemy
Kolossblooded
Mostly dry, sometimes morbid, sense of humor 
Normal merits:
Was a contender for amateur kickboxing championship (non powered  division) 
Bendalloy Allomancy
Major merit:
Roseite Aether Spore Eater. 

Flaws: 
Major flaw stems from the Major Merit. Spore Eater. Drives him into an addiction and requires an absurd amount of bendalloy. He is also a glutton and loves food. Keeping in shape leads to some wasted bendalloy which exacerbates his addiction. 
Tom is rash and gullible if if there is a chance he can get  bendalloy. He is a bit of a daredevil and will take on physical challenges and bets all the time for some bendalloy. (If prompted he would gladly jump off a two or three story building, trusting in his aether spore and kolossblood to spare his life for a nugget of bendalloy.) 
He wants to live and views the alley verse as the best way to do that, but at what cost?

Relationships (Eg. Family and Friends): 
Tom is very new to this world. His family is all back on Scadrial and he sees no way back at this point. Being an addict his first priority is find a source of bendalloy. The “friends” will appear as they do naturally in his search for a steady stream of his bendalloy. 
If asked about his family he would probably note that they are good people and were very supportive of his dreams. His last conversation with them was about the arts of compounding. He has found himself in a bit of a hole and is still coming to terms with the fact that his lifespan was cut short. 

Home Planet: 
Scadrial. His mother was a Kolossblooded Ferring. His father was a Misting. He was born and raised on stories of the great Lawkeepers and Allomancer Jak. His was the time when Kolossblood was still shunned. 

Current Residence: 
Currently homeless and looking for a place or group to latch onto in trade of bendalloy.

Backstory:
 I will include a scene for this. Long story short… He was down on his luck and volunteered for an experimental drug trial specifically for bendalloy ferrings. Turns out the doctor running the trial gave him a roseite aether spore (and others who were unsuccessfully infected). He was blessed to survive long enough to find out he was for sure going to die from this. The doctor wants to see how long Tom will last. The doctor did not know about Tom’s bendalloy allomancy. Compounding should buy Tom years. 

Loose ends (What is unfinished in their life?): 
Who was the doctor. What is aether? How aggressive will the aether get? Could Tomvi hit a plateau and live a normal life minus the need for wealth and constant need for bendalloy? 
 

Here is a fun couple of scenes to act as a flashback of his backstory and entrance into the Alleyverse! 

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      “Well I think you have had enough for the night don’t you?” Tom put his hand on the shoulder of the inebriated thug.
      “Why don’t you shut your mouth before I shut it for you?” The man stood up and glared back at Tomvi. Tomvi wasn’t a small man. In fact, he was a big man. He stood a full head taller than the drunk man and must have easily doubled him in weight. The only people who would stand so boldly against a kolossblooded bouncer were metalborn. Tom saw the mans eyes change and figured the man must have started burning his metal, a pewterarm no doubt. 
      “No. Please. Don’t do it.” Tom let the words fall out of his mouth in a flat and monotonous way. “Look, we really don't have to do this. You know you’ve had a few too many as well as I do. Just go and sleep it off and come back to-” The words were muted as the man swung a pewter enhanced fist at Tom. It connected squarely at his jaw. Tom’s pain set in just before the thugs fist landed. He could always feel the infection grow to save him. The pain was that of thousands of tiny cuts as the roseite grew and formed it’s protective shield. This time it was at his jawline. This pewterarm knew how to throw hands. Too bad for him the Aether spore that was trying desperately to kill Tomvi also worked desperately to keep him safe. 
     “What the… what are you?” The thug pulled his fist back looking between it and the jagged bed of roseite crystals that had grown as a carapace over Tomvi’s jaw. The thug’s fist was slightly deformed and dripping blood. His words were shaky and slurred. The fire that had been in his eyes faded as he stopped burning his pewter and realized there was no further scene to be made. The people outside of the time bubble were nearly frozen still. Tom just nodded his head in agreement and understanding to the man’s unspoken surrender. The drunk pewterarm hugged his mangled hand to his chest as Tom dropped the bendalloy bubble and escorted him off the premises.           “Sorry Tom. I guess I probably am due to be done and take a nap.” 
     “Go home and sleep Bill. There will be plenty of time for drinking tomorrow.” Tom sat down at his seat near the door and grabbed his glass of water to try to quench his thirst. He grabbed hold of his sandwich and cursed the memory of the man who doomed him. 

— — — — — Nearly 6 months previous — — — — — 

      “Are you sure this is safe?” Tom looked up from the strange capsule that the doctor had handed him. 
      “Of course I am not sure it is safe. Was there any part of the word experimental that didnt make sense to you?” 
     The ad the doctor was speaking of had caught Tomvi by surprise. Growing up he had always been ashamed of his powers. Not the bendalloy allomancy, but the bendalloy feruchemy. His mother was a rare breed of a kolossblooded ferring and his father was an allomancer. While Tom credited his father for his allomantic powers and his parents liked to tell him how rare compounders were, he never saw his ferring powers as anything other than an embarrassment. But then it happened. One day in the paper was an add asking for the help of any and all bendalloy ferrings out there. Part of Tom thought this doctor must be crazy to think that his feruchemical power could set him apart from anyone else, but here he was and this crazy old fool was offering a years salary just to get a useless bendalloy ferring to take a pill? 
Tomvi thought about how dumb he was to have bet on himself in his last fight. He had been climbing the ranks in the kickboxing world fast. His blood was just diluted enough to be allowed to fight in human rings but he knew for a fact that guy cheated. Noone could move that fast without help. Tom suspected a hidden steelmind but it was futile to argue it now. He needed to pay back Jimmy before he would ever see the inside of another ring. And this was a quick and easy way to do it. So Tom tossed back the pill despite the weird pink powder and took a big swig of water. 
      The doctor did something that almost certainly should have been a red flag then. The little old man wheeled out a large glass frame and stood behind it before picking up his clipboard and pen. Tom could see old drops of blood on the glass and started to have some second thoughts. Just then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He winced and the old doctor flinched as if he expected something horrible to happen. Then Tom felt fine… in a really weird way. The pain seemed to become much more mild and almost a tingling sensation started to spread throughout his body. 
      “Fascinating!” said the doctor. The small man then pulled out a pistol and shot Tom. 
      “Wait!” Tom shouted over the sound of the gunshot. The pain came back and he was certain he had been shot. 
       “Oh relax,” said the doctor. “It was just an arm. It’s not like I would shoot you in the face for our first experiment. Now on a scale of one to ten how thirsty are you?” 
      Tomvi reached up to touch his arm. There was no bullet hole. There was hardly any blood at all and as he looked down he noticed a crumpled up shard of metal on the ground beneath him. “What did you do to me?” 
The old doctor chuckled and shot him again. Again the feeling of thousands of needles stabbing him welled up in his chest and he saw a cluster of pink crystals turn to dust as another crumpled up bullet landed on the ground in front of him. Strangely, he did feel thirsty. The old man shot at him again, this time aiming for his head. The pain welled up and he felt the pressure of a push against his head where the bullet struck the next chunk of crystal. As pieces of crystal were blown off they would turn to dust and as soon as the bullet was done being a threat the crystal shield that was growing would turn to dust. 
      Tom did feel thirsty. He reached out with his mind to the bendalloy band he wore around his upper arm. He tapped it and allowed his stored hydration to satiate his thirst. The add had specified that any ferring who wanted to take part in the drug trial should come with a filled metalmind. 
A series of bangs rang out again and Tomvi had had enough. He lunged at the old man and seized the gun out of his hands. The doctor laughed, “Well fat lot of good that will do you. Its empty now. Not good for anything other than to weigh down some papers. Marvelous isn’t it?” 
     It took everything Tom had in him to not punch the little man in his little face. “What kind of bad alloy are you anyway? What in Harmony’s name have you done to me?” 
    The little doctor choked out a response. “You are the first spore eater of your planet. When I heard there were people who could store nutrition and hydration I just had to test it out. Here read the pamphlet.” The man pulled a paper out of his coat pocket and held it out to Tom. 
    Tom took the pamphlet and read all about how he was now infected with a piece of “Aether Spore” that would do everything in its power to stop him from dying so long as he feeds it water. Tomvi’s mind was flooded with the possibilities and then he saw the fine print at the bottom. He had to read it out loud to ensure his eyes weren't lying. “Being a spore eater is, as of yet, 100% fatal after some time but until that dreadful day enjoy your life!” 
    Tom dropped the paper and looked around ready to strangle the little old mad scientist who had doomed him. The man was nowhere to be seen. Only a sack full of money and note were left on the table that read: 
    This will undoubtedly go down as one of the greatest scientific leaps of its time and you have been a great part of it. As I am sure you have read the average lifespan for spore eaters is barely a year. But I expect that your ability to drink and store said hydration should buy you nearly double that time! I would very much appreciate you coming back here for a follow up appointment in 6 months. Thank you again for your time and service in the name of science! (Attached to the note was a business card with a written time and date of his next appointment) 

    — — — — — Present — — — — — 

    Tom’s mind returned to the bar as he raised his empty glass up to his mouth. He looked at the clock and realized it was nearly closing time. In just 12 short hours he would have that little mad man to answer for his crime. Becoming a spore eater had taken everything from him. Not only was he doomed to dying young but he had been banned from fighting ever again. His dreams of being a champion were dashed the first time a sparring companion broke their hand on his face and his countering leg kick proved too devastating. The spore even saw his kicks and punches as threats and would grow the crystalline structures around his strikes making each hit like a stone. 
    While he couldnt fight in the ring for money anymore he did make for an excellent bouncer. Over the last months Tomvi learned that he couldn’t grow any of this aether of his own free will but he had learned to direct the way it grew. Most of the time he would prefer it to grow as a flat piece of armor but against a drunk pewter arm he knew he needed to inflict some pain to entice them to stop trying early on. 
    Of course the amount of water he needed to feed the infection was going up all the time, and Tom could feel himself nearly always a little bit thirsty, he did admit to himself that the little doctor must have been right. His bendalloy metalminds seemed to hold plenty of water. And he as luck would have it he had spoken with his mother about what exactly it meant to be a compounder. While the little guy may have hoped and calculated a couple extra years, so long as Tom had bendalloy he would be able to compound out ten times that much. 
    As his mind started to drift again into thoughts of revenge he saw something strange across the street from the bar. It didnt look exactly like a time bubble but it didnt look right either. Tom shouted out to the owner of the bar that he would be right back. The Kolossblooed, bendalloy compounder bounded across the rainy street in the dark and approached the anomaly in the alleyway. As he reached out to try and touch the curtain of distortion he was drawn into it…. And spit out into the other side. He hit the ground and it was light out. No longer the early am hours but it appeared to be early afternoon. He spun around and found himself facing only a brick wall. Where exactly was he? He stepped out of the alley and felt oh so out of place. 
      Here he was, a 6 foot 8 inch tall, 300lb man with gray eyes and ever so slightly blue-gray skin, stepping out into a bustling clean city street from what must be the future. Nevermind that he was staring at things that he could never have dreamed up. Nevermind people were actively walking across the street to avoid being near him. Here he was, surely appearing homeless with no shoes, wearing old dirty pants, a worn out shirt with even older suspenders, a newsboys cap… of all of that. The worst part of it was that he only had a single metalmind with him and he was already starting to feel thirsty again. 
 

Edit: 

A picture of Tomvi provided by me feeding a great description into a totally average AI haha. 

I mean, it looks awesome! Easiest approve of my approving career thus far. (I mean obviously it helps that you sought my council before posting this, but ya know )

Edited June 16, 2024 by Koloss17

[BlueWildRye he/him]

I'm kinda working on my own character for the Alleyverse, his name is Vildar Yomen (son of the Yomen couple from AoL) and basically his concept is that he's seemingly a side character who'll probably become someone else's henchman before eventually becoming independent and doing his own thing; whether it's good or evil, it depends. I'll make the character sheet later.

[Koloss17 She/They]

7 hours ago, BlueWildRye said:

I'm kinda working on my own character for the Alleyverse, his name is Vildar Yomen (son of the Yomen couple from AoL) and basically his concept is that he's seemingly a side character who'll probably become someone else's henchman before eventually becoming independent and doing his own thing; whether it's good or evil, it depends. I'll make the character sheet later.

That might end up running a dangerous route with canon compliance (see: updated etiquette guide), but it isn’t a particularly problematic offender, so I can probably let it slide.

Side note: this is probably a better conversation to have in the character discussion thread, as this thread is just for posting and approving character sheets.

[BlueWildRye he/him]

2 hours ago, Koloss17 said:

That might end up running a dangerous route with canon compliance (see: updated etiquette guide), but it isn’t a particularly problematic offender, so I can probably let it slide.

Side note: this is probably a better conversation to have in the character discussion thread, as this thread is just for posting and approving character sheets.

I know that the canon compliance gave the example of "you can't be the long lost sister of Vin", but being a descendant of two unimportant characters who appear once in the whole series seemed fine in my mind. Of course, I can change it really easily; I mainly chose that because Sliverism seemed cool.

[Tamriel Wolfsbaine]

12 hours ago, Koloss17 said:

I mean, it looks awesome! Easiest approve of my approving career thus far. (I mean obviously it helps that you sought my council before posting this, but ya know )

Thanks. I didn't want to post anything too outlandish but also didn't want to bore you with a whole backstory I would have to repost over here haha. Looking forward to starting up. 

[TheFrugalWizard he/him]

Hi, I just wanted to say something here real quick about Frisian. I had some time on my hands tonight, so I thought I'd do some writing for possible future posts and character dev. Anyways, I have a possible idea for Frisian (and I'm not sure if this is the kind of thing I should just do or if I should tell you all), and I think it would be neat if, power hungry as he is now, he had a change of heart and began seeking for the protection of people, not as focused on domination.

[Koloss17 She/They]

10 hours ago, TheFrugalWizard said:

Hi, I just wanted to say something here real quick about Frisian. I had some time on my hands tonight, so I thought I'd do some writing for possible future posts and character dev. Anyways, I have a possible idea for Frisian (and I'm not sure if this is the kind of thing I should just do or if I should tell you all), and I think it would be neat if, power hungry as he is now, he had a change of heart and began seeking for the protection of people, not as focused on domination.

Your character has been approved, and so you are free to do whatever you want with them! The only thing I’d have to clear is a major power up (like eating a bead of lerasium, not swearing another ideal or even getting spiked) or if you want to make a separate thread of any kind.