MacThorstenson

I like the character! It does, however need serious tweeking in the weakness department. Right now I'm clocking in 160 for the mistborn, as well as 20 for the inteligent trait. Finally he's a good fighter, which is plus another 30-60. more if he's talented in more than just melee or just hand to hand or just ranged. Already he's at 210-250 and thats assuming only one specialty with weapons. Furthermore he has the capacity and the intent to become an awakener, and can disguise himself pretty good. We don't have anything specifically for awakeners in the Index yet, but that does have to count for something later on. His ability to disguise I think puts him at a minimum of +10, depending on how well he can do it, it would go up. He's also really rich, meaning that he could buy most anything mid plot means that he could do some serious outfitting or hire mercenaries, which also likely counts for something. I'm not entirely sure yet, it really depends on how you intend to use both his noble status and wealth. His weakness is unfortunately a preference, which might be a -5 or -10, but considering that preferences can be waived away with a simple "oh he doesn't prefer it right now" it can't count for too much. So in short: How do you plan on playing the wealth and rich card in game? What kind, or kinds, of fighting is he good at specifically, and how much time has he trained with them? Who do you anticipate him being able to beat in a fight? Do you plan on him doing any awakening this era, will he reach a heightening, and what kind of stuff would he be able to awaken? How good are his disguises, can he make himself completely unrecognizable, or is it more that strangers wouldn't recognize his face in passing? If a cop or other agent was searching for his face, would they be able to tell it was him? And finally he needs a significant increase in weaknesses, the more specific and the more limiting the better. This looks really cool! I like the cyborg/machine vibe you have going. In terms of points I'm clocking 40 for the A-iron, 25 for the soulcaster, 35 points for skill in melee combat. Lurcher combat is included with being a lurcher, but the knife combat is separate. How talented of a soulcaster are we talking? How could/would she soulcast in a fight? One question I have is about how durable the metal body is. Based on my albeit limited knowledge of weapons, it would seem like shes pretty resistant to knives and other bladed weapons. Bullets and piercing weapons like coins could also not be effective. How would she fare in a gun fight? If the bullet pierced her would it be an issue? Depending on that she could get a sizable increase in points. I'm unsure to rank her metallurgy skills, what impact if any do you think they would have on the plot? If its just flavor or producing the occasional tool I'm sure its fine, but if she could team up with a smith and start creating power armor pretty easily that will need to be reflected in the point count. In terms of weaknesses I would be willing to say the really slow one would take off about 20 points, her low dexterity would take off another 10, and being dependent on investiture another 15. If someone knew that, they could likely disable her very quickly. They are looking at a net 55 points right now, but the impact her soulcasting could have in a fight, as well as her metal body's durability certainly would affect things. If she could, the middle of a fight, soulcast a giant block of metal above the enemies, or encase them in a steel cage, thats pretty powerful. And if she's impervious to guns, she gets another major buff. All in all, the concept is cool and the weaknesses are fricking dope, but a little bit more detail would be appreciated in terms of her specific capabilities.

Iirc people can choose how their characters interact with the memories, if you don't want the memories to be reset constantly, they don't have too. The monsters resetting them can be there as an in universe excuse to why their memories seem to disappear even after initially remembering.

Ronald passed through the glass doors of the hospital into a scene of nearly pure chaos. The Nurses in charge seemed to be imposing some order, but it was still a mess. Perfect. He approached the receptionists desk, quickly stating that he was here to visit a friend and that he knew the way. She barely looked up and just waved him through. Void bless our convoluted hospitals. He had memorized the path ahead of time, and quickly made his way into the cognitive ward. He slowed down then, so that he could choose to enter the records room when no one was looking. As soon as he was sure that he wasn't being watched he quickly spun around and ducked into the room full of filing cabinets, but as he glanced around the room however, he was confronted with two people also flipping through the files. "Seems like quite the party," he said, "Sorry to bother you all, I just need a few files for legal and I'll be out of your hair." Glancing at the sheet, he made his way over to the E section, "Marry Edinger, where art thou?" He muttered as he started flipping through the files with the practiced touch of someone who spends most of his days searching for papers. @Voidus @Rushu42

After working his way through the stack of invoices from the night before, Ronald made his way into the hall to stretch his legs and get a glass of water. The dull monotony of shuffling papers around was a necessary evil and while it was preferable to constant fieldwork, he still needed to get up and take breaks occasionally. As he walked down the hall and rounded the corner his path was blocked by a Stranger holding an envelope. Bloody heck, He thought to himself, I have a mailbox for voids sake. He glowered and snatched the envelope. He knew he wasn't the only person who found their capability to suddenly appear when delivering mail to be annoying, but he was a practical man who recognized the value of invisible mail delivery folk for more... shall we say clandestine... messages. He shoved the envelope into his pocket, got his water, and returned to his luxurious corner office. After quickly locking the door, he closed his blinds and went to his bookshelf in the corner of the room. He pulled a black box of the shelf, and held the letter near it. The sand inside didn't start glowing, and the envelope seemed to only contain a sheet of paper. The risk appeared to be minimal. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a bronze letter opener, inspecting the seal on the back of the letter. He didn't recognize it, but that didn't mean it couldn't be useful. Carefully, he removed it and placed it in a desk drawer for further inspection and possibly reverse engineering later. He then turned his attention to the now open letter laying on his desk which read: Ronald, Your services are required in the Einladung Hospital. The enclosed list of names belongs to a number of test subjects admitted to the Cognitive ward after experiencing memory loss and recurring dreams, many of which have been discharged and discretely removed by my department. Their records, however, present a pattern that could pose a risk for the secrecy and security of these Dark Alley's. As such they need to be removed and destroyed. The method's are left up to you. Please ensure that no one would be able to use these records to find out about our operations. Your typical discretion is expected. -Dept. Head Allie, DASU. Ronald frowned, he didn't recognize the name nor the acronym. That said, the department heads were well known for their eccentricity and could often disappear for hundreds if not thousands of years. It wouldn't be a surprise if the only person who could have verified Allie's identity was Mac. Unfortunately that Glorious slontze was MIA. He could try to contact Cam, or someone else from HR, but Ronald wasn't sure if he wanted them involved. He tapped his pen on his desk, thinking. On one hand, there was a risk of disobeying a direct request from a department head. The consequences for that tended to be severe and eternal. On the other hand, there was only a little bit of field work, and he likely would be in the clear. The list of names he had been given was several dozen long, but he could probably finish it before dusk, and still have time to watch the sun set from the balcony. He sighed, stood up to grab a manila folder, and started to copy down the letter. It never hurt to be diligent, especially with mysterious demigods such as these. Turning his mind to the job, he started to wonder how exactly he would be able to pull this off. Gaining access to the records room would likely entail some deceit, but nothing he hadn't dealt with before. Actually dealing with the records, however, would likely pose issues. The records of the patients who had been discharged could be removed and smuggled out in his briefcase, but if he stole the records of the current patients they would make new ones. Those records would need to be edited, and the original copies would come out with him. Not to be destroyed, mind you. Incriminating evidence would stay with him in his vault. It always did, to ensure his safety if things ever got out of control. He nodded, his plan complete. His ID, forgery kit, and list of names in his briefcase, he took off for the hospital.

Ronald awoke to his alarm just as the sun was cresting the horizon. He ate breakfast, got ready and took off for his job, hailing a taxi as he walked out of the door of his apartment building. He sat down at his desk, he set aside some light reading material he had left out the night before and started going over some invoices that had a few irregularities. Just normal schedule for a typical day. Of course while his schedule was normal and likely shared between tens of thousands of people across the multiverse, he liked to think that where his schedule takes place was more unique then most. You see, while a number of people woke up each day to their alarms, few arose to be greeted with glorious views from a penthouse overlooking the most beautiful tax hav- I mean city, city in the world. The Alleycity, crown jewel of the Alleyverse. Or a rock you get stuck in your shoe while hiking. It depended on who you asked, and when you asked it. But yes, a penthouse in the tallest building in the city. Some said that accounting wasn't a very sexy job, and that was true, but Ronald was going to change that. Sort of. He didn't want people seeing accounting as a glamorous place to make money, because otherwise there would be a flood of applicants and less money to go around. No, he wanted to keep accounting boring, and keep his cards close to his chest. By branching out from accounting in several different areas, he had managed to amass quite the fortune, and if he had those resources, then why shouldn't he spend them? After all what was the point of fraud if you weren't going to make anything from it, and use it to display exactly how good you have it to everyone else around. So yes, he woke up in his penthouse to the soft tunes of Sh-boom on a built in sound system. He grabbed a few pieces of fresh fruit and worked out in an in house gym, then proceeded to his balcony where he relaxed in a hot tub to loosen up a bit as the sun rose. He read a couple emails from personal clients he worked for, as well as a few clients that thought he worked for them. After all, if a good scam was to work, he had to lead them along, thinking that he was on their side, until he suddenly disappeared along with millions of dollars. After wrapping up in the hot tub he donned an exquisite three piece suit with a pocket square made from nalthisian silk, and dyed with the same colors. He proceeded down the elevator with his briefcase and bowler hat, and hopped in a car that was waiting for him. He checked the news on his way to work, mostly looking at the financhials but also scanning over he rest. Seemed that there were more issues with mass hallucination and the such. Not something he needed to worry about to be frank, so long as the money kept flowing he would be just fine. His ride dropped him off at the mouth of a dingy alley, some miles away from his home. It wasn't strictly necessary, he could have entered from any alley you see, but he liked the tour of the city. It prepped him for what was to come next. Standing in the back of the alleyway, he willed it to conform to his design, and suddenly the noises of the city dropped off, the early morning sky turned to a black so deep that any who stared into it for too long went crazy. You see, he didn't work for any old company. No, his loyalties lie with the Dark Alley's, specifically their accounting division, as well as a few other side projects. His job was to clean the books. Make sure that everything at the very least appeared to be legal and balanced. He also brought it some money through fieldwork of course, but he had been enjoying his past couple of months in the office. Embezzlement and corporate espionage were fun of course, but generally when he was in the field he could be tracked and followed by one group in particular, and those guys were terrifying. With insane amounts of funding, decently intelligent staff, and worst of all do gooders, the IRS terrified him more than any other organization. Period. Even more so then HR. At least with them you could just go to the seminars and clean up your spills and everything would be fine. He shook his head and put his smile back on his face. They couldn't bother him here though. And that was what mattered. He walked into his office, which contained decent views of the alleys, but despite their intricate patterns and eldritch abominations they weren't quite as nice as the alleycity. After all, here everyone could have as nice of an apartment as he did and where would be the fun in that? Looking at his desk he sat down and started glancing through the papers that had landed there to the screams of terror and glee that echoed from the alleys below. Starting his very ordinary schedule, in a very unordinary place, had never felt better.

I think I put not magical in there, but yeah he can't forge anything Magically. He views it as beneath him to use magical assistants such as that. Furthermore investiture can be detected, but if done well, a good non magical forgery is nearly impossible to detect.

Here's a new character I made as it seems like things are rolling again. I designed him with the Charlatan background from DND in mind. He should only have about 70 points for his intelligence, fighting ability and Allomancy. The other 80 points I hope are room enough to cover forging abilities, extreme charisma, and a decent knowledge of disguises and infiltration, as well as Tia cards. If there's anything left over bump it into inteligance.

Mac looked on in joy as the thread was still moving, and was infact, the longest thread.

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Mack was a Craftsman. He built weapons, gadgets, armor, and clothing then enchanted them with whatever magics he knew. His focus was on the Aon Dor, and it had served him well. A quick survey of the wall's of his workshop would reveal that. There were wands with pre-designed Aon spells carved into them, designed to do everything from watering the plants to shooting fireballs. There was a metal bunny statue, with a red button surrounded by Aons. There were cloaks of disguise or invisibility, and there was a suit of armor packed full of enough Aon tech that it could nearly stand up to a shard bearer. He was proud of his work, it had served him well. At least until he came up against Mac, Voidus, and the rest of the DA. He shuddered as he remembered them. They were god's. Demonic beings who held power to rival the shards of Adonalsium in the palm of their hand. There was nothing that anyone could do against them. They had held this city under their firm control for millennia, and no one could do anything about it until they intentionally left the playing field. Voidus had gone and disappeared, so had the Stranger and Mac. Out of the three of them, Mac was the most likely to return, but that was unlikely. Furthermore, as he left the Stranger transformed the Universe into a different place. One without the DA's overarching presence. They had been weakened. Besides the 7 Day War, this was the only time in the history of the world that the DA had appeared even slightly stifled. That was a time of hero's. When the world had banded together and stood against the terrors of the DA. The very best and most powerful hero's had fought with all their power. But they were gone. It had been several decades, and unfortunately the hero job doesn't come with a long life expectancy. Mack looked up at the wall again, this time going higher, past his own creations and on to those of demigods. He saw his iceblade, signifying his allegiance to Queen Elsa Steelheart and her Icy courts. He saw an awakened blade, given to Mac for being an early member of the Ghostblood council. Unusable by him, but nonetheless powerful and impressive. He saw a rod of metal, glowing with the power of shardpools, and a scroll that contained knowledge and mysteries untold. These things weren't within his power to create or even replicate. He just didn't know enough about their construction and forging to replicate them, if had more samples he might be able to figure it out, but nothing had emerged from the 7 day war, or earlier. That is, until this evening. Turning around he looked at his desk, where he had found a slip of paper stashed in the Hall of Legends. On it there was this riddle: 17 myths around the verse 4 blades, in the hands of those trusted 2 rings, lying on 2 lovers, forever separated 1 deck of cards, used by the one you look at now 5 stones, buried in 5 guilds 3 sets of armor, hidden between three sets of spirits 1 band, hidden in luck And a long forgotten metal, held by one who cannot be found, but instead one who everyone sees The Rings, decks of cards, and sets of armor, had been found, or the trail confirmed dead. As well as one of the 5 stones. Yet the blades, band, metal, and 4 stones were still out there. Waiting to be found. Maybe he could find some of these, and maybe he could deconstruct them to make more so that eventually, when the guilds got heady, he would be ready to fight.

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The man currently known as Drol started the thread in this same section of the forums. Eventually it became a part of the alleyverse RP, and got moved to the Alleyverse sub-forum where it continued for several years under different leaders. I think the forgetful archivist was the final leader of the organization before it was hit with the plague of inactivity, or succumbed to the power of the Dark Alley depending on how you looked at it.

With the smell of Italian food in the air, Mac ducked out of the restaurant and made an immediate right into an alley. Voidus bless Boston and their high density of alleys. He had been grabbing a quick bite to eat on earth as he had been trying to avoid the cafe's and restaurants most common in the Darker Alleys. However despite his desire to move on, he found the free shelter and infinite expanses too appealing to give up. So instead he compromised, making sure to stick to the alleys that none had visited in millennia as he ducked back and forth across the multiverse, visiting places and eating various baked goods in general anonymity. The life was a lonely one, and often one without a purpose, but he had had enough of people and their purposes in his several thousand years of life. He would continue drifting from place to place until he found a compelling reason to stop.

Hold up, this is some serious deja vu....

Ronald perked up at the brownies, “I like brownies, that’s a deal.” He traded the cloak for her brownies, all the while wondering why she wanted to give him cookies from the district attorney. He didn’t even like the guy!

"Very well," He pulled off his demo cloak and briefly disappeared behind the counter as he rumbled through some boxes of cloaks. Emerging after a few seconds, he held a cloak folded up. "Here you go," He said, handing it to her. "Now to discuss the price. Do you have any cheese? Haven't had cheese in a while. A couple of pounds should be good enough. Don't care what type really."

@Ashbringer

Ronald looked up, as the bell rang above the door. The new customer quickly asked about the shao cloaks. "We do have those," He responded, reaching under the front counter, "and they do work for non elantrians." He pulled a dark grey hooded cloak out from underneath the desk, and swung it around his shoulders. Oddly enough this one had two clasps on it. One appeared where a normal clasp was, and the other seemed to be attached from the inside of the cloak, such that if it were undone and hanging, no one looking at it would see it. "This is how it works. When one or none of the clasps are engaged, the illusion is not visible," Ronald explained, "However when both of the clasps are engaged, an illusion specific to the cloak will be applied, giving you one specific disguise per cloak." As he said that, he attached both clasps. As soon as the second one was connected he grew 5 inches and turned into a 30 year old alethi soldier. The cloak grew to fit his new size, and it created an illusion over the second clasp, so no one would think it was odd. He reached up and disengaged the clasp, returning to his normal appearance. "Would you like one?" He asked, "If so, do you want your height and apparent weight to change? Or would you prefer it to stick to your dimensions pretty well." @Gneorndin

Ronald leaned back in his chair, his frail 70 year old frame fitting the rest of the dilapidated shop. I told Mack that building a medieval styled shop front was less durable then modern construction, but nooooo, he wouldn't listen. Said it had to be "for the aesthetic". To be fair, if Mack were still around, the shop would likely be in good shape, Elantrines were able to fix things like that, yet still, a nuclear bomb blowing up significant portions of the city, a massive war against Plasma Core a couple decades later, and the general chaos that happens here had took a toll on the store. Furthermore, Mack took all the profits, and left him behind with a bit of money to sell the rest of the stock, while he went on some philanthropic spending spree to try and fix the rest of the city, and then he just disappeared. Storming slontze. Not many people came buy to buy stuff anymore anyways. So Ronald lived on the upper floor, semi retired at best, living off of the savings while the world fell to pieces, as it usually did.

Maybe if we said that he could only use his divine breath once that would be best. Iirc divine breath healing is more powerful then other types in that it isn't as filtered by perception. That could be a bit gamey if he decides to create a divine breath factory.

Before I grade this I want to preface this by saying that the Index was created, partly, to prevent people gaming characters and making them OP. So to be frank I'm a little confused about how to rank this. While they are immortal, it doesn't seem like your purpose was to create an infinite source of divine breaths. Immortality + resurrections usually makes a character ridiculously OP, but considering that they aren't a fighter I'm willing to let it slide on the condition that you don't try to abuse the resurrections to make the character ridiculously wealthy/powerful in universe. Outside of the investiture, we are looking at 20 for scholarship of running a business, 10 for thieving. The Unluckyness isn't really worth all that much as many if not most of its effects are countered by the power of being able to die without consequence. The Apathy would probably be a minus 5. He still goes out and interacts with people, he just doesn't get invested with anything. If it was to a degree that he didn't want to get out of bed in the morning because it was all meaningless, then I would give it more points. All that said, your character is approved, please don't abuse it . Welcome to the Alleyverse! Also, for those who care, sorry about the double post.

Awesome thanks for all the extra information! The characters approved, welcome to the alleyverse! Here’s the reasoning: