I think I am here.

Oh yeah, and Sadeas is dead.

His secondary power should be the ability to curve bullets. Only slightly though. ;(

He should. And then when both of our characters meet they can have an awesome showdown.

Look at him, Lusk thought, using his legs to kick at the knees of the kid hard to trip them. If he killed me, there’d be no uproar. As Walker moved forward with a helmeted headbut, Lusk firmed his grip on the horizontal flamethrower in this hands and sharply pulled it up, attempting to smash it into the unarmoured chin of the kid and to knock the headbut off course.

I don’t really think he can say anything

I’ll join :)

I wonder how a honorspren would react to minority-report style justice when the crime hasn’t happened yet. Is it still justice.

Yeah, maybe he follows the gang laws or criminal code. Honour among thieves, after all, and he just justifies it to his Spren? Unless he’s like a Lawful Evil? Tricking people into deals where they agree to give him their stuff? Interesting loophole he could exploit, since Skybreakers are all about laws, not justice, like Windrunners.

Carnage. Carnage happens. I quite like the first power. Never running out of bullets was one of my favourite Epic powers, especially if you combined it with things like misspend launchers and shotguns. But never missing a shot is pretty powerful. Don’t know how that’ll be graded. Alao, ho does never missing a shot work? Does luck play a factor? If he physically moves points his gun upwards but wants to hit a target, what’ll happen? Does the bullet curve? (I swear, I’m going to make a character one day that curve bullets. Absolute madlad)

Lusk saw Walker move to the side. Bringing out some sort of weapon. You know, one of these days I should just let him hit me. He considered. Maybe the world would really be better off if he just died in a duel, no questions asked, like that coinshot lady. He doubted anyone would even come to his funeral. But now he knew. He’d seen everything he could’ve become. He saw every Lusk, every lifetime. He saw every mistake he’d made, and he’d been able to understand it all. He was the master of himself. And yet, he was still him. And yet, he was still hated, the energy of his youth spent on all the wrong things, and now his laziness of old age unable to do anything about it. What was he doing? Fighting some kid? Even if he won, it would be “Lusk, you beat up that poor kid”. Curling an arm behind him, Lusk felt the impact of the metallic weapon hit his forearm and wrist before he grabbed ahold of it and gripped it tight. Turning around, he used his other hand to try and grapple the gun, trying to point in Walker’s direction. He pulled the trigger.

Can’t wait to see the moment where Mackc ruthlessly rickrolls everyone nonstop.

“He bears the weight of God’s own divine hatred, separated from the values that have it context.” Meanwhile, on Nalthis, Susebron begins burning all ants with magnifying glasses. “Die, die die!”

Lirin and Ruin. He’d probably perceive it as Ruining diseases or something.

Cool.

Yeah, he was made to be a character like that, and might be RPed differently because of it. If you feel it would be better to have another section of the list for him, then I trust that judgment, partly because I’m not sure myself.

Lusk staggered forward as the enemy jumped back. He took a deep breath, and looked up. Walker. The enemy. The Drown kid. Mr. Drown. So many names, from so many different perspectives. But one person. One enemy. One man. One kid. One opponent. One being. And Lusk. He’d been called many things too. He’d been called both good and bad names. Mostly bad. He’d been rejected by his parents, rejected in school, all up until he’d made something of himself. Then he became Mr. Uwik. Councilman Lusk. He became respected. “You know, I used to be like you,” he said, calling to Walker, stepping forward just as the atium shadows faded to nothing. But his walk kept confident, not showing weakness. “I used to be brash, thought I was the king of the world. I used to be in love.” That was a part of Lusk he hadn’t touched in a long, long time. “In a way, I know that age better than you ever do.” Another step forward. “And you know one thing that I’ve found out about kids like you? One sole thing I’ve realised?” Another step forward. He brought his hands up in a boxer’s position and activated his final two cubes. Gold and Nicrosil Allomancy. Enhanced gold shadows flooded his vision. He saw who he was. Who he could’ve been. He saw every possibility of his existence, he saw every man he could’ve been, he saw every choice he made and how it shaped him. He saw how this action or that action affected him. He saw lived where he was better. He saw lives where he was worse. He saw who he was and how he got there. And when the shadows faded, and all that was left was him and Walker in the harsh glow of the Arena Spotlights, Lusk smiled. “You always overestimate yourself.” And he lunged forward suddenly and unexpectedly, one fist going for the stomach and another for the neck.

syncategorematically

Numuhukumakiaki'aialunamor. Nitrogen.

Extensive

Xerox.

@Darth Woodrack