Pinnacle-Ferring

Super sugary breakfast cereals. Seriously, how do people eat these first thing in the morning? Also, that one tuft of hair that just WON'T lay straight.

Thanks a lot!I feel better now.

Depressed on my own birthday... I think I've reached an all-time low.

Ditto.I was new and under the impression that it would grant me power over all baked goods. ...I was wrong. Any idea what mine was?

Pagerunner, you realize that the Kelsier match was written by Brandon, right?

I highly recommend Avatar. It has just the right balance between silly and serious and it deals with some pretty heavy topics for a kids' show.Plus, the worldbuilding is on par with anything Brandon has written, IMO. The world is detailed and vibrant and feels real, but it doesn't hog the spotlight. The characters...well I could just go on and on about them. Basically, everyone should do themselves a favor and watch it at least once.

When you watch Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon and all you can think is...Mistborn. They're definitely Mistborn. How else do you explain their gravity-defying abilities?

Studio C is *literally* the best.

I just left it.

Accidental downvote! Could someone fix that?

Good to know. Thanks. I haven't read the 10th anniversary edition of Elantris yet.

Right after Ati dies, he looks at Kelsier and seems to confuse him with someone else. He calls him "Vax". Who is this? Is it another Shardholder that happens to look like Kelsier? If so, which one? I don't have much time at the moment so I will leave you to discuss.

18. My birthday's coming up in a couple weeks, though.

BoM spoilers

What do you call a kleptomaniac Hemalurgist? A Steal Inquisitor. Minor BoM spoilers

When you accidentally read "wafers filled with chocolate-flavored crem" ...and you lose your appetite.

If you think about it, Bert is kind of like Wayne.

Yeah. I can just get the stuff through there?

Vasher would have a happy-go-lucky personality and smile a lot, while Nightblood would actually know what evil is and would be driven insane by the many grey areas in morality. Nice sig, WayneSpren

The links don't work for me. Am I the only one?

I wonder whether Hoid should be in this rp. Just a thought.

Lord Merth strolled through the crowded ballroom, enjoying himself thoroughly. Say what you will about these stuck-up Tekiels, they knew how to throw a party. Soft music filtered through the crowd, the refreshment tables were kept well-stocked and the dancing was divine. What a wonderful evening, thought Merth. Torque, however, disagreed strongly. He was bored out of his mind. How did these nobles get together almost every night just to do absolutely nothing but twitter and twirl? Merth must be crazy, he concluded. The worst part was, Torque couldn’t just get away from him. He was in his Torque’s head. Torque was on a job and he couldn’t very well go as himself. The dirty skaa thief would stick out a mile in a place like this. For this purpose he had brought Merth into existence to help him through the job. He had to convince Lord Tekiel to invest in a shipping company owned by Merth. Of course, the company was as non-existent as Merth was. A slight glimmer of warmth persisted in the pit of Torque’s stomach as zinc smoldered softly there, making all the surrounding nobles just that little bit more content, confident and trusting. Merth could use all the help he could get. He wasn’t the brightest alloy in the bunch, bless his soul. What are you going on about, my good man? Merth asked. Nothing. Nothing at all. Torque replied. Focus on the job. Torque would probably get rid of Merth after this job. It always made him feel guilty, like he was killing a man. They sometimes pleaded with him, some threatened, and some accepted their fate with stoic silence. Those were the worst kind. Torque made sure to think these things quietly. He didn’t want Merth to discover his fate and go into a panic. Lord Tekiel appeared on the far end of the ballroom with his wife on his arm. Merth approached them diffidently. “My lord, my lady,” he said, nodding to the two of them. “Ah, Merth, was it?” Lord Tekiel neglected to use Merth’s title. This didn’t bode well for the rest of the conversation. “Yes, my lord. I wanted to know where you stand on the shipping investment.” Tekiel frowned. “I’m not certain I want to invest in something with so little promise of a profit.” “But my lord, you have seen our operations.” All a front. Skaa hired to walk around a large warehouse and look busy but not actually do anything. These nobles sure were gullible. “Surely you see the potential of my company.” Torque stoked his zinc, the faint, warm glow becoming a small fire. You’re probably already confident enough. How about some trust? Counteract that nasty suspicion. Merth’s just a new lord getting started in Luthadel. No need to be paranoid. And pity. Pity’s good right now. And generosity. Help out a poor soul. Torque watched Tekiel’s face and body language carefully as he reacted to Torque’s gentle touch on his emotions. “Very well, Lord Merth,” Tekiel said, squaring his shoulders. “You will have your money. When can you prepare a contract?” “I have one right here, my lord.” Merth removed a piece of paper from his jacket. “I have been eager to begin work.” This would cement Tekiel’s opinion of Merth as a slightly desperate new lord with little to lose. Partners like those were the best kind. As long as they were real, of course. The contract was signed and sealed by a passing obligator. The job was done. Torque would deliver the contract to his employer who would collect the money from the Tekiel treasury and give Torque his cut. Hopefully. You could never be sure in the underground, but that was life. Merth was overjoyed. He finally had his first major investor! This would lead to other Great Houses taking notice, until- Oh, shut it, you fancy twit. You sound like an excited schoolgirl. He couldn’t leave just yet. It would look suspicious. He mingled with the nobles a bit more. As soon as it was socially acceptable, Merth began to head for the doors. Once in his carriage, Torque began the hardest part. Explaining to Merth what would happen. He always believed that they should at least know what was going to happen before they faded into oblivion. Merth was one of the beggers. His pleas echoed plaintively through Torque’s head and bounced around in his skull long after Merth had been smothered, joining the others. And everyone wondered why he was crazy.

Should I try to get a ball scene going? Edit- I guess I'll just do it. Sorry about the length. I wanted to give a strong character base.

Great! Thanks. Here's my character page. Name- Torque Age- approximately 25 (he's not sure) Height- 6'0 Half-noble Rioter, grifter. Torque's father was a noble merchant who took too long to dispose of a skaa mistress. Torque grew up in the streets, learning how to survive. His experiences left him scarred, however. In more ways than one. He is known in the underground as one of the best actors in the business, but rather strange. He's eccentric at best and downright impossible at worst, but when he is called upon to take up a role, he is said to be able to fool even an obligator.

Is it too late to join? I have a vague idea for a character that I can flesh out for this rp. He's a half noble misting who works in the underground and is an accomplished grifter and a gifted actor. Maybe he could meet some of the noble characters at one of the balls. What do you guys say? Edit- I've written up a character page for him.