Lord Pifferdoo

Woohoo! Super pumped!

Steel Allomancer/ Chromium Feruchemist Luckiest shots in the world

Faffin' off, obviously.

Venture, our characters should be former partners. You'd be the one who Seeked the allomancers and Souter would be the shooter.

Alright some Souter Somnus character fleshing. Appearance: Souter Somnus has eyes the color of dirt after a seven-year drought. His hair lies flat on his head like a tired brown dog taking a nap after a long day of doing nothing. His is average height and a little overweight from the years of somewhat comfortable farm life. He often wears a white-and-periwinkle striped button-up shirt and a pair of well-worn beige trousers. His boots are scuffed but fit comfortably. He has chronic bags underneath his eyes. He has a pair of googles that he will wear when the winds get especially bad, and a white kerchief with red flowers is always in his shirt pocket. Powers: Souter Somnus is a Sentry (for sure this time). He wears Bronzemind rings on his left hand, a bracer on his left, and his Pathist Earring is made of Bronze. Arms: Souter wields a Carbine (or the AoL equivalent), a smaller, cheap pistol that he rarely uses, and a knife at his hip. He also has a small aluminum bootknife that he acquired from his bandit-ish years. Alright, so Souter used to be a bandit, but gave up that life when he met his now-wife, Rachelle. They have two children, a four year-old daughter named Asha and a son named Eleeis. Now, whose bandit clan can Souter be a former member of?

Hmmm...so now we know why Panda wants Alvron dead...

Souter will be a Seeker, then. I kind of want to play him as the Hazekiller of the group. He Seeks the Allomancers, and then snipes 'em.

Theme Song Guy! Yes!

One of the panthers. The rest of Bridge Four is there too. And Hoid is the old man that threw off his groove. Without him, Pacha and Kuzco may never have met (probably)

Yzma is just a gender-bent Sadeas. Named Sadia. And the chipmunk is Syl.

Still waiting on results...

Plot twist: A Feruchemist taps the aluminum-mind and has an identity crisis. The Lord Ruler is resurrected in that body.

Porano Piffiden, Earl of Piffex, is totally up for some power plays. The Piffidens own the best cobbler shops in all of Luthadel. They also are related to Venture in a "your father's brother's son's former roommate" kind of way.

I have not. Newan/Aonar! Gah!

I am so alive And I feed on the fear that's behind your eyes

I have moments like that too.

Doc Piffington raised his free hand while juggling a poison vial in the other.

I've been noticing and reporting when I can. It seems to always be a bunch of random words.

I'm pretty sure there's others. Sixth makes the remark that Aviar not raised in the Pantheon have different powers than the ones born and bred there, and even he had probably not discovered all of them.

Oh whoops, they're actually the same person. I changed his name halfway through. Edit!

Souter Somnus is a bandit-turned-storekeeper who keeps his past hidden from his wife and two children. However, he knew one (or more) of the other characters from when they were in the same band, and his blood burns for the exhilaration of the bandit life. He still loves his wife and children, but the duality of his life will be strained until one day, it breaks, and he must make a choice. Souter is a Bronze Compounder (Unless that is deemed too overpowered, in which case I'll make him just a Sentry). He is the sharpshooter of the group, and specializes in taking out Allomancers before they notice him.

Doc Piffington was walking parallel to the raging battle, avoiding most of the fighting. He held a scalpel in one hand and a Zinc vial in the other. He was rioting the fear of the Parshendi nearest to him, and they were running in droves. He whistled a military tune as he continued his push.

What kind of guy do you think would be most needed? -- thinking of character ideas, probably won't go with the Doc Piffington idea

"Well then, don't move. I have to disarm the traps I put around the door first." Doc Piffington pulled on a string and three hypodermic needles fell harmlessly to the floor. "I have a degree in trap making, and I'm working on my thesis for trap-springing. Now, where are you taking me?"

"Are you here to kill me?"