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alright gang, how are things doing?
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On 5/17/2026 at 7:07 AM, Beholder said:
Thank you. This also fits in with why my character is actually in the Alleyverse (To heal up and hide) so I can say he's not going to leave for a long while.
Alright, well so long as you make those changes and make sure to avoid godmodding with your character, your character is approved!
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16 hours ago, Beholder said:
*Sigh* Just had to rewrite the entire thing after accidentally deleting the draft.
In the "I teleported your item scenario" Waymaker (my character) would not do that on impulse unless he had a grievance against that person. It could always be that it's harder to teleport an Invested item because of 'Cross Investiture Interference' or something like that. For concentration it's pretty hard and effort the equivalent of doing a long sprint. (Though it's easier for him to teleport himself)
Would it be alright if I said my character had maybe been to the Alleyverse once or twice before and from there had gone on a long 'tour' of the Cosmere. (This would fit in with his time in the thieving group).
Maybe some of them but they're mostly just like people you know from around. Waymaker is not one for friends.
Yeah it'll be harder if not near impossible for you to teleport invested items without getting a power boost. All non-cosmere magic systems are treated as if they are just a different form of investiture, and will operate on cosmere rules, more or less.
I can proooobably say your character has been to the cosmere, but just be aware that it requires a guide to navigate the alleyways to get to the cosmere and back. It's not something you can just do willy-nilly, and is probably something you won't have the opportunity to do again any time soon. Is it possible? Sure. And I can give it to you as a backstory tool, but just know that it's not likely something you'll be doing while RPing. The Alleyverse is very good at sucking people into it, and is very reluctant to let people out of it.
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On 5/6/2026 at 4:00 PM, Beholder said:
Hello! I would like to join Era 9. I might not be able to play until after 4 most days (school). But here it is. Might be a bit long.
Edit: Sorry. Just realised that Era 9 already started. Can I still join? If not, it's alright and if I could join next Era, that would be nice.
Okay so a few things (sorry for taking a while to get back to you)
1) I really like the amount of thought you put into the character! It seems clear that once things are sorted out that he should be fun to roleplay
2) being able to teleport objects to places he’s been before seems really powerful. My main problem approving new folks with powerful characters is that it can easily lead to godmodding. Either you can deprive another player of their agency, or you can make them feel useless in an encounter. This can be solved with some very intentional role playing, but it’s a risky thing. I’d put a fairly limit on the distance an object can teleport, just so that we don’t have a “I teleported your important item to the other side of the city” moment. Or at the very least give me an idea on how much effort/concentration is required for the power to be used at distance. I’m not against approving a powerful character, it’s just a tricky business
3) unfortunately inter dimensional travel doesn’t work like that. The gateways (called Alleyways) only take you from a universe to the Alleyverse, or vice versa. While it is possible your character could go from the Alleyverse to the Cosmere, it requires a lot of skill to maneuver the Alleys to wind up in the right place. If you want your character to gain specific items or experience, I’d keep it within the Alleyverse.
4) are your affiliations planned NPCs that you’d be interacting with? Are they people that would be around the character often? I’m mostly curious what you have planned for them.
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Midas, New Hallandren, Garrison
Midas turned the corner, just in time to watch Ebon vanish in a puff of smoke. Colors! He was here longer than Midas had expected. Had he not simply assumed the fused would have grabbed the prisoner and run, perhaps he could have made it in time to stop him. Pushing aside that thought, Midas ran over to the cell that the fused disappeared from. To his shock, the prisoner was still there. Bruised and beaten, the Crimson Breath agent was still alive. "What did you tell him?" He demanded.
Suddenly, a shuriken flew past Midas, slicing the agent's throat. Midas swiftly turned to see a cloaked figure in a crimson robe, hand outstretched. By the Colors, the Crimson Breath had arrived.
As fate would have it, so had the rest of the garrison. Units recalled and have arrived at base. Crimson Breath is here, the message came over the comms. Sending a brief reply back, Midas got to work.
QuoteLet me know if there was a need to keep that agent alive. I figured that since he was already got to by Ebon, he was a further liability to the Crimson Breath to be alive, given they could still talk to the garrison.
Clotho, The Corridor
Clotho watched as the man left, and she silently followed. Seems the matter manipulation was true. A very dangerous ability indeed. She stored the memory of his ability to analyze later. If you had such a power, why make art with it? And why keep to yourself about it? No use in asking such questions, she thought. That's for the boss to ponder.
Clotho shook her head. She was the boss, dammit! It was always a struggle, keeping her selves separate. It was usually easier than this, though. With such a similar personality, and an occupation that made doing exactly what she was doing make total sense, things got very difficult.
QuoteSorry for the wait! Finals was doing as finals do, and ended up being more of a challenge than I had imagined. Now that the semester is officially over, I should have much more time for Alleyverse stuffs.
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Hey y’all. I’ll be away from the AV for the rest of this week, and should hopefully be back over the weekend. Finals is finaling and I am an anxious bean.
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Vex, The Corridor
The day had started just like any other. After arriving in Alleycity, around one year ago, Vex just picked up his life, better here than back in Newcago. He hadn't had an attack since he arrived, but as he settled down for the night, it happened. He blacked out. When he came to, Vex, was sitting in a pile of ash, surrounded by flowers. He quickly stood up, brushed himself off, then used his Epic powers to create some new vases for the flowers, he never liked ash, but something made him think his Epic side did. Realizing he only blacked out for five minutes, he then went for a walk. Down the Corridor he went, until he reached the edge. This was his space, the space for his art, people knew to respect his space. He sat down and started thinking about what to add next.
Clotho, The Corridor
Clotho skulked down the corridor, careful to stay out of sight of her target. When it came to her job, such skills were invaluable. They came naturally to her, and she couldn't remember how she had gained them. She imagined it came with repeated exposure and a heavy reliance on her copperminds to keep those skills fresh. Those really were handy. If she ever met her past self, or someone close enough to her past self, she would make sure to thank them.
This particular nook of the Corridor was covered in elaborate works of art, ranging from sculptures to vases to paintings. They were incredibly detailed, impossible things, and something that no ordinary person could make. The area was also strangely absent of people. The Corridor was usually bustling with people, but not this corner. All this art, but no visitors to appreciate it. If Clotho had cared much for art, she would have felt saddened.
Both her and her shadow hid on opposite sides of the street. Technically, her shadow was only visible to her, and with a little focus, she could tell which one of her was real and which was a shadow. But that felt...wrong. A shadow didn't want to admit it was the shadow. And she was sure the noblewoman would be none too pleased to know that she was a fake.
Both Clothos watched the man carefully from behind their cover.
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This episode takes place immediately after the events of episode 2
Clotho, Mistkeep, Clotho’s manor
Clotho woke up, downed the vial next to her bed, and burned gold.
Suddenly, she was standing over a woman a good five to ten years her senior, dressed in a night gown. Looking around, she saw the prim and well cleaned room of a noble. She hated nobles.
Clotho rolled out of bed, and picked up a journal on her bedside by instinct. She read the writing scribbled on the cover.
”READ IMMEDIATELY AFTER WAKING”
Oh yeah. Her memory jogger journal.
Her memory was fleeting at the best of times, so a reminder of who she was and what was going on was never a bad thing. Hers was a bit more raggedy than this one seemed to be, but it seemed to have the same purpose.
”Clotho, you are a private investigator in the Alleyverse, and you gained an F-copper medallion to store your memories about a year ago, and now have a vast memory archive in the store room.
The password is as follows:the store room’s lock is awakened, so you don’t need a password, as it is keyed to your spiritual fingerprint.
If you can’t read the above line, please go to page 19 to get a refresher on your shorthand. It makes note taking much easier, and naturally encrypts your information”
Well, that’s good. At least I can read my own shorthand today.
”your latest case is on the desk in your study.”
Clotho turned around and got out of bed. Looking around, the house she was in painted a different picture than she had first thought. Sure, this was undoubtedly an expensive place. But beyond being clean, and way more expensive than she had money for, it wasn’t as pompous as one would expect. The ceiling was fairly low, and there were very few decorations, like the owner of the place didn’t plan on having many guests over. Which she supposed made sense, given her eccentricity.
On the far wall, there was a convenient map of the house, with labels and everything. Heading over to the study, Clotho wondered who she was with today. Glancing over to her other half, she got her answer fairly quickly. She wore raggedy jeans and a warm-looking jacket, both of which were clearly slept in from the night before. On her head laid a well worn flat cap.
Great. She was with a 30 year old newspaper boy.
Which was, of course, far from the truth. Just because she looked like a street urchin, didn’t mean she was. I mean, for all she knew she was, but this was just an outfit to meet employers’ expectations. A professional snoop had to look like one, dammit!
Well, it was nice to be with someone of a similar profession. Clotho made her way to the cork board and used the file on the desk to jog her memory. Ah yes. A mysterious figure has been spotted around the city, and they appear to have matter manipulating abilities. Her employer thought he could be dangerous, so he hired her to investigate. Which she was sure she could handle.
as long as it didn’t get physical.
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I will be making a new episode, as I think this is a good place to do that. It will be taking place immediately after this, but it just makes it easier for people to jump in if they want. Please comment under the new episode, and not this one.
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@DcD25yhtdA8 want Clotho to investigate Vex? It seems fairly reasonable that someone would hire Clotho to investigate a shady loner that appears to have epic powers. Or something of the like. It would be a good way to get a scene going!
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2 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:Quote
That’s for the crater site, not the garrison. The garrison has plenty of people, it’s just currently being attacked by two people and half the building got turned to smoke.
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7 hours ago, Fizz9 said:
The Sphere, New Urithuru
"Valov?" Jella called, "I think there was an explosion a little bit ago." That would be a great place to help some people!
"Do you think you could find it?" Valov said.
"I think so?"
"Come on, there could be so many people ready to be saved!"
"Alright." Jella's face fell into a pile of rotting vines, soon to fade away, and a singular vine shot out. I'm going to do it! Valov followed her.
QuoteYou can always find out along with your character!
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4 hours ago, Fizz9 said:
Valov looked around the empty warehouse, another reminder of what's to come. He had already packed his stuff up and was ready to leave.
A vine curled around him, Jel, his Cultivationspren.
"Hey," she whispered, her vines forming a face, "It's going to be alright." Valov couldn't help but smile. Maybe she was right, maybe he could do it.
The door to the warehouse slammed open to reveal a tall black man, his father. Valov felt a faint hum from him. Suddenly Valov's mind flashed back to the Nightwatcher. The boon. The curse. He hoped it would help, he really hoped, but it didn't.
"Are you ready to go?" his father's voice slashing through his thoughts.
Right, reality, "Yes, I think so." Valov felt a reassuring tug from Jel.
"Alright then, let's do this." They turned and started the long walk to the perpendicularity.
He was ready to go and save more people. They could all be saved, we just need to work hard enough.
Valov looked back one last time at his warehouse, the foundation of all his good memories. "You can do this." Jel said. I can.
I see what you're saying, so I thought a small scene would help with that problem, I'm not always the best at writing things like backstory down, so I thought just showing you would help. I can already see this helping me as well as you to understand how Valov would act. I hope this helps!
Yeah, that certainly helps! All I need to know is that your character is fleshed out enough to be able to interact with others in a genuine way, and it looks like you have a solid enough grasp on the character for that to not be an issue.
your character is approved!
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1 hour ago, Fizz9 said:
He wanted to help people more, and possibly swear the third Ideal and got the boon, but to quote myself: "its roots are deeper and harder to shake" than that.
Largely what I’m getting at is that I want to know that this character has depth to it. One of the worst things is approving a character and then having the player realize that they can’t make a convincing scene due to having not fleshed out their character enough. I suspect you have your character fairly fleshed out, I just want to see it written down so I know for sure.
A good grasp on his backstory+personality goes a long way to helping make a character truly thrive.
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5 hours ago, Fizz9 said:
Opps! I forgot to add that! He got it after he swore the second ideal.
What led him to go to her?
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3 hours ago, Fizz9 said:
Hello! Here's a character I made!
Name: Valov Stidz
Appearance: A young man about 19 years old, toughed by war. He always has his trusty sword at his side. Light green eyes and a new member of the Edgedancer.
Affiliations: Edgedancer of the second ideal.
Personality: Treats everyone the same. Believes that he can save anyone from death.
Concept: A determined Edgedancer
Motivation (Short & long term goal): He wants to create a very cheap hospital in the Alleyverse.
Merits: A Edgedancer of the second ideal. An experienced healer. Having a boon from the Nightwatcher, Valov is able to sense when an injury is fatal, or able to be saved. A good gardener. Creates songs and poems. He enjoys writing.
Flaws: Always believes he can save everyone, regardless of how deadly it is. He got the boon from the Nightwatcher to solve this problem, but its roots are deeper and harder to shake. His curse from the Nightwatcher is also problematic, he is unable to digest food normally, instead he has to use Lifelight or Stormlight to do this.
Relationships: Left all his family at home, after reassuring them he will do more here. He often worries about them. He also left his friends.
Home Planet: Roshar, Alithi
Current Residence: Currently resides in New Urithiru, given a room by the Radiants there.
Nahel Bond: Valov bonded with Jella (I call her Jel)
Backstory: Valov originally came from Alithiar, where he worked at a small farm. There he learned to love plants and animals. As a child he played with the many lifespren around the farm. He was often trailed by a small vine. Later in his life he whispers the immortal words as they pop into his mind. He was not quite sure what they would do. Time passed. One day he saw a weak slave in the fields of the farm. Valov was about to pass by, but felt a want to help this slave. Valov had an inner conflict. It was finally resolved when these words bubbled up, “I will remember those who have been forgotten.” He went to help the slave, and became a second ideal Edgedancer. He worked on the farm for a little more time, then left for the Alleyverse, promising his friends and family he would do more for them.
Loose ends: He’s always worried about his family and friends. He is worried about finding new roots in the Alleyverse.
Thanks!
few questions
1) what's Valov's spren like? I don't need a whole character, but maybe a bit on their personality and potentially backstory would be nice
2) What led him to get a nightwatcher boon? And when along his journey did he do that?
3) there are a multitude of ways to enter the Alleyverse. Some slip through accidentally, some seek it out intentionally. It can be a short journey to the Alleyverse, or a long one. Given your character in its current form actively sought it out, what led him to do so? And what did he do while there? Has it only been a short time, or has he been here a while?
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22 minutes ago, Fizz9 said:
How does this work?
(I'm making a character don't you worry)
Well, step one is to read the worldbuilding and etiquette guide. Step two is to make a character with what you learned and the character template at the top of this thread!
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Midas, New Hallandren, Garrison
Luckily, somehow, he was unharmed from the encounter with the fused. Unfortunately, he had failed to stop him from getting what he wanted. He considered going after him, but quickly decided against it. While Midas had many tricks up his sleeves, speed was not one of them. He might be able to fight Ebon, but he doubted he could outrun him.
Still, he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to find out what was taken.
Midas reclaimed his breaths from the objects he had awakened, leaving his cape and a few other parts of his uniform awakened. He then began walking, briskly and with purpose, toward where Ebon had gone.
@Ink and Embers @Hoid Slayer @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren @CoderDrag0n8
Perses, Smokestack
Dammit. Dammit!
He was supposed to be the one in control, able to do anything he wanted. And he couldn’t follow a stupid little girl?
His heart started pounding harder in his chest, blood rushing in his ears.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
He was the rusting Prince of the Alleys. Nothing could stop him.
”Belias!” He said out loud. “Any sight of them?”
I don’t see why this group of people is relevant.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
Perses stored all of his senses, isolating himself from the world, and trying to shut out Belias’ voice.
You know that doesn’t work.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
Why did he still hear that incessant beating?
Perses crouched down, covering his ears. No. Nonono. He had fought this darkness. He had beat it.
You cannot beat what is not yours to control, Perses.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
Panic began setting in, and his mind called back to that horrid house. A twisting maze of nothing, where his senses could not be trusted. With horror, he remembered the manor’s name. Wickwillow manor. His Wickwillow manor. No. Belias’ manor.
Hush, Perses.
He tapped his senses. All of them. He needed a rush of senses to get him out of this. But when he tapped his metalminds, nothing happened. The darkness persisted.
What?
Hush, Perses. Come home.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba—QuoteFor those that would happen to have saw what had occurred, they would see Perses then calmly got up and steel pushed towards Mistkeep.
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3 hours ago, Akimikoisthecutest said:Quote
Clotho is available for RP! But let’s move this to the collaboration thread
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21 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:
Ebonaryle, New Hallandren, Garrison
Ebon saw Midas' cape go up, and didn't lean into the slashes of his knives; instead, the momentum of his leap caused them to hit the awakened cloth, but deflect easily. As Ebon's course took him past Midas, he saw the fist coming at his face, and prepared to Shift - but then froze. His gaze locked on something on the awakener's belt - a sphere, revealed by the moving of the cape. He only saw it for a split second, but Ebon recognized it instantly. Another grenade. An idea formed in his head. Maybe he wouldn't have to waste a valuable Jump here. So, his mind still on the grenade, he made a crucial mistake. He ignored Midas' swing, and pushed himself further on his course, prepared to tank the punch of a normal man.
But Midas was no normal man.
As soon as the fist made contact with his carapace, Ebon realized his mistake. A chill ran through his veins, and he felt the power sucked from his body. A Leeching. He mentally cursed. Thankfully, he had taken a large load of voidlight before approaching the garrison, and the contact was short. His body reeled with the strange sensation, but he couldn't afford to waste time on a past mistake. His momentum took him past Midas, and as soon as he recovered, he spun around, took aim, and threw an obsidian knife directly at Midas' belt - hoping to detonate the grenade, and trap the constable.
Limel, New Hallandren, Garrison
"Uhh..." Limel looked blankly in the direction Midas had run off in.
"Probably towards the danger." He looked at Starseeker worriedly. "Which is, personally, somewhere I'd rather not be myself."
"My name's Limel. You're Cayansa, right?" Limel brightened up at the radiant's next question. "Yes! Ralkalest, also known as aluminum. Resistant to any and all forms of investiture, and the best way to secure an impenetrable space." Except its clearly not impenetrable, since something got in, his subconscious whispered.
The dagger was batted out of the way by Midas’ cape, but not before it barely glanced a grenade on his belt. Unfortunately, a scratch was enough.
the grenade burst, the awakened net following its order to constrain the closest person, which was unfortunately Midas himself. The net wrapped tightly around Midas, making him go from in control to terrifyingly vulnerable in an instant. His cape sadly failed to guard him, as it didn’t recognize his own awakening as a threat. Colors!
Luckily, it was Midas who awakened it. He commanded the breath back to him, making the net fall limp. It was still wrapped tightly, so he had to struggle to get free, buying Ebon valuable time.
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btw Clotho just got approved, so lmk if anyone wants to get involved with a dual personality private investigator.
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@DcD25yhtdA8 your character got approved, but I haven’t seen you get in on the RP. You need some help getting started with a scene?
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On 3/31/2026 at 5:20 PM, Koloss17 said:
@Akimikoisthecutest if you’re available, I’d love this character approved. If not, I can possibly recruit some older folks.
Updated Clotho (no idea why it’s so big):
Name: Clotho
Appearance: late-40s looking Scadrian, with blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. She has a distinctly early 1900s (our time) dressing choice, which is more or less era 2 fashion, though her dressing choice would probably be seen as too masculine for them. She always seems to have a suit and tie on, wearing some sort of hat, with each depending on the day or occasion. She is generally self confident, but everything about her personality seems to be in flux. Her mannerisms do change day to day, and her actions are erratic at times, which is indicative of something…off with her.
Affiliations: Many law-enforcing agencies have some familiarity with her, but she may or may not know of them. Has most recently assisted with giving crucial information about UFO and was an invaluable asset to the New Hallandren government, giving her near unrestricted access to the recovering district. Has a bunch of sources around the city, though does not always remember them.
Personality: Clotho knows what she’s worth and isn’t willing to back down from hurdles that come her way. She keeps copious notes and is a very inquisitive and astute person. However, her personality is quite fluid in nature, as her memories are unreliable and her personality is deeply affected by the constantly shifting roster gold shadows.
Concept: A-gold savant that has, due to her savantism, lost most of her past memories. She has recently gained an F-copper medallion that she can use to assist her affliction, but can only help her so much. In the past two years, she has become a fairly accomplished private investigator.
Motivation (Short & long term goal): Well, given her nature, she can’t really afford to have long-term goals. She largely just keeps doing what she’s doing, growing her business and becoming better at controlling her nature. She largely takes things one day at a time and puts her most recent case above anything else.
Merits:
Major: Is technically able to do nearly anything, as her gold shadows can give her knowledge and skills. Main drawback is that she can’t choose the skills, and the shadows themselves have amnesia from savantism. The abilities also have to be within reason, as the alternate selves have to be a realistic branch of her history.
Normal: If given the opportunity, can take incredibly meticulous notes. Her F-Copper medallion has allowed her to create a memory archive, as well as an archive of written down information, but they are only useful if she remembers that they are there.
Minor: clever, well connected (in a sense), attentive when possible.
Flaws:
A-Gold savantism has caused her to forget anything that has happened a few days ago, with the only saving grace being her vast memory archive, both in her copperminds and in her journals. She knows who she is, what her job is, but only vaguely knows her own past. She knows she was a Scadrian noble, and has records of what her past life was like, but doesn’t really know anything beyond what was written down/stored. If she stops burning gold, she loses her memories much quicker, in addition to the typical withdrawal effects.
Quite volatile, with her conflicting memories and personalities making her life ever difficult. She has learned how to separate her personalities, so they do not mix as easily, but things still slip through the cracks.
Relationships (Eg. Family and Friends): Struggles to have friends, as she forgets any memories that they had with them one way or another. Closest she has to friends is her alternate selves, which can’t really communicate to her. She thinks and acts like they would, and can see through their eyes (a trick that she uses to see and notice things that she normally would be unable to do) but her shadows are more extensions of her rather than separate people.
Home Planet: Second Era Scadrian Nobility
Current Residence: Alleycity, in a mansion in Mistkeep.
Backstory: I have an unhealthy amount of backstory for this character. Clotho of course doesn’t remember much of it, but I have info covering her life up to this point.
Birth:
Clotho, born to a rich Elendel family, was the youngest of four. Her eldest sister was 12 years older than her, with her two brothers 9 and 6 years older than her respectively. All three were quite accomplished, and she had big shoes to fill. Her parents were kind to her, with her mother being the gentler one, and her father expecting much of her.
Realizes Augur:
Age: 8
At age 8, expectations started being piled on. Private tutors came to teach Clotho all manners of things, and free time was limited. She rarely saw her siblings, with her sister always enveloped in politics, her eldest brother off in the Elendel military, and her youngest brother pursuing his own studies. One day, however, her father decided to test her for metals. It was an uncomfortable experience for her, but she learned that she was an augur. Even as a child, she was quite astute, and after the initial shock of the experience of an augur, she caught a glimpse of her father’s disappointment on his face. He had expected something useful, and he got nothing.
Begin experimenting:
Age: 12
At age 12, she began tampering with her abilities. She was always expected to be doing something productive, but she could choose what. She was soon to be off to university, but until then, she experimented. In a fit of rebellion, she began to turn to her alternate selves for answers. She would prove to her father that her gold was not a useless talent. At first she was disoriented, but she quickly got the hang of it. Determined, she learned. She took notes on what realities she could conjure, and began to note the differences. Clotho eventually grew to deeply know her strengths and weaknesses, and began planning for the future.
Go to university:
Age: 16
Upon entering an Elendel university, the same that her siblings went to, she was caught off guard by the atmosphere. She had expected a group of like-minded, studious individuals. What she found instead were groups of rich fools that partied and slacked off. There were a few that didn’t mingle, but they were not going to want to socialize with Clotho either. Everyone there was equally entitled, in their own way.
Clotho sought her studies to seek refuge, studying the history of the Final Empire and all that was lost. She didn’t need company; she had herself, and her alternate selves. She couldn’t communicate with them, but she knew what they would do in her stead, which was much like having friends, she assumed. Occasionally, she interacted with others, either with her professors or with the staff. Never with students, however. She completed everything diligently and on time, spending most of her time pursuing her personal interests. Little did she know, her gold would soon get the better of her.
Becomes Savant:
Age: 19
As the university years continued, Clotho’s talent in gold grew, but her other studies faltered. She was now able to call onto shadows at any age of her life, yet she could not choose which shadows she calls back. Her shadows think with her, and she can easily process two people’s worth of thoughts and reactions. She has had many recurring shadows, something few thought possible. Clotho assumed few had burned gold for as long as she had. With two people’s worth of knowledge, she assumed that her studies would be a breeze, but she soon began to struggle.
Clotho was forgetting things. Simple things, like what teachers she had the year before. Then it became more serious. She began forgetting she was enrolled in classes; she even forgot her eldest brother’s name. She knew he was in the military, and that she hadn’t seen him since….when did she last see him?
Drops out of college:
Age: 20
Her condition eventually got worse. So bad, in fact, that she had to drop out of the university a year before she earned her degree. She had completed most of the courses required, and with her noble heritage, she managed to still get the diploma. Clotho was grateful, but feared for her future.
Moves to separate estate:
Age: 22
As time went on, her condition got to the point that her family gave up on her. They had no faith that she could have a career, and she certainly couldn’t get a spouse. She was moved to a separate estate, a smaller and more remote area of Elendel, where she didn’t put shame to her family. She wasn’t even mad at them, not really. She understood, in a way. She had forgotten her parent’s names multiple times, and had forgotten that she has even went to university, once.
Yet with everything going wrong, she still had her selves.
Seclusion grows:
Age: 26
Four years had passed, and her condition had worsened still. She had created journals upon journals, detailing information about her past, and about her life. She had forgotten most of it, now. But with the help of the journals, she still knew most of it. She had been a promising graduate, to her noble house, until everything went wrong. She knew, deep down, that it was her obsession with her abilities that was causing it. But she couldn’t let them go. Her alternate lives gave her comfort, and let her continue on. They gave her advice, in their own way, and let her remember more than she could without them, even if their pasts weren’t exactly hers. She needed them.
Tragedy Strikes Family:
Age: 28
At a noble’s ball, Clotho’s family was murdered, along with a few other influential nobility. At the time, Clotho was off in her manor, oblivious of it all.
A letter was sent about the event, but Clotho forgot it existed. 6 months later, Clotho read the letter. Her family was dead, and she inherited their various riches. Distraught and heartbroken, Clotho sought vengeance. She called upon various people that were connected with her house, and took over her dormant house. With the help of outside contacts and her alternative selves, she got closer and closer to the truth. Her father had gotten too deep with a rival organization, and had gotten himself and his family killed because of it. Clotho had a suspicion she wasn’t supposed to be alive either, but whoever had done this seems to have moved on.
Begin journey to Alleyverse:
Age: 29
After heavy research, as well as furious record keeping, Clotho made a breakthrough. The killer, whoever they were, had moved to Alleycity, wherever that was. Through careful questioning, she found a way to get there.
She left on her own, with nearly the entirety of her wealth with her, to the Cognitive Realm. Her house had practically fallen, and her absence would not be noticed. There was still much she did not know, and much that she couldn’t remember, but cataloguing her experiences and memories in her journals would help with both.
The next step was to travel to Alleycity.
Disaster Strikes:
Age: 30
After close to a year of traveling, and expenses paid, she had nearly arrived at the Alleyverse. A few months out from her destination, her guide struck, stealing some of her journals and damaging others. Years of her life, along with most of her notes about the case, were taken from her in an instant.
Arrives at Alleyverse:
Age: 31
She carried on, with the loss affecting her greatly. Eventually, she forgot exactly why she was traveling, but she knew that she needed to reach the Alleyverse. Eventually, she did.
Upon arrival, she sought a place to live, and an area to get knowledge about herself. As she was traveling, she had learned how to use her selves to gain abilities that she didn’t have, but now she used her abilities to learn more about herself, and what she used to be. She wanted to learn why she was here, and who she was.
She kept more journals, and tried to decipher what remained of her notes. She was meticulous in her note taking, but everything added on to what she had took before. While missing initial chunks, she could only decipher so much. Her newer journals made sure to restate what had already been said, in case some pages were lost. She learned some, but very little.
Over the years, she lost pages, and lost notes. Fire burned some, water damaged others. She didn’t create backups, as she had sparingly little time and no one to help her. She kept her journals close, and learned what she could, as the world outside faded into irrelevance.
The forgery (era 5):
Age: 35
One day, something happened. Her selves acted erratic, and her memories merged further than they ever did. She lost sight of what she was doing, and details about the world around her didn’t line up. She lost trust in herself, and lost trust in her entries. She was confused, and so, so lonely. She knew something needed to change. She couldn’t do this on her own. She needed help.
Era 6:
Age: 36
As the world healed, her abilities healed. She began trusting her entries, but discarded what she took during the Forgery, as none of it could be trusted. She still kept them around, somewhere. She just didn’t use them. She knew things about herself, like that she had a family, and that she was born of nobility. She knew when she was born, but she didn’t know how old she was, as the Alleyverse exists outside the Cosmere’s time. She knew she came here for a reason, but she didn’t quite know why. She suspects someone died, and that she was here for justice, but she didn’t know who died, or why she cared.
She realized her memories flowed easier when she was not secluded, and she intended to use that. She needed help, but she also needed a reputation to get that help. The only reputation she had thus far acquired was as a spinster that never left her mansion. She needed that to change, and she needed her selves to help her.
As time went on, she gathered friends and began the journey to find out the mysteries of her past. Her journeys eventually led her to get a nicrobursted trip to the spiritual realm, where she learned of her true self. Frantic to keep those memories, she stowed them away in her journal. Now knowing her purpose, she continued her journey. Eventually, she realized her parents’ killers was the man she had been working with this whole time, a man named Tsyan. In her rage, she killed him. With her vengeance enacted, what life did she have left?
Era 7:
Age: 37
In the following year, Clotho spent time bettering herself. Keeping improved records, developing her own shorthand, and ensuring that she held on to the memories that allowed her to access those catalogues. Unfortunately, her vast inheritance was quickly dwindling, and she could not sustain her addiction for long. She had wondered if she could heal it, perhaps through the help of radiants, but she decided against it. This was who she was now, and she had to learn to live with it, not destroy it.
And so, that’s exactly what she did. She spent the remaining amount of her money on an F-copper medallion, and with her inheritance all but gone, she began her own investigation agency. It took a bit to get going, but once people discovered how valuable she was, her business boomed. She began getting her name out there, and began having an actual career, for the first time in her life.
Era 8
Age: 38
During the invasion of New Hallandren, Clotho was immediately interested in it. She wasn’t hired to investigate, but her curiosity got the better of her. Through careful snooping, she located multiple UFO hideouts as well as valuable information on some of its head members. Thanks to her help, she gained many awakened safety measures for her archive, along with unimpeded access to the district and its resources, if she so chose.
Modern day (era 9)
Age: 39
As her business has continued, her reputation and skills have grown. After 3 years of her work, she has developed quite the reputation for herself, along with obtaining a web of connections. She’s a bit awkward to work with, as she almost certainly won’t remember any past meetings. But her reputation and amicable personality helps relations, so her informants are fairly loyal and trustworthy, especially given she only asks for information if she’s requested it.
@AonEne can you take a look at this character pretty pleeeeeeeease :3 I’m just excited to play her and want someone that knows what they’re doing to say it’s good (and so that I don’t abuse the system by self approving characters)
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51 minutes ago, Qianweilian said:
Sorry for the double post, @Koloss17, but can you approve a second character of mine?
Name: Cal'lel
Appearance: Tall, with dark hair. Extremely handsome. Has a blue suit with red underwear and cape (worn on outside)
Affiliations: none
Personality: Very heroic
Concept: A man with absolute power, and isn't corrupted
Motivation (Short & long term goal): Help people
Merits:
- Major: Flight
- Major: Superspeed
- Major: Incredible Strength
- Major: Invulnerability
- Major: Can shoot heat beams from his eyes
- Major: Can see xrays
- Major: Can blow hurricane force winds
- Major: Can freeze things with breath
- Major: Genius level intelligence
- Minor: Super ventriloquism
Flaws:
- Epic weakness is green glowing rocks
- Thinks glasses is a great disguise
Relationships (Eg. Family and Friends): Raised by two farmers from Reckoner earth
Home Planet: Notpyrk
Current Residence: Unknown
Backstory: Home planet blew up, so parents sent him as an infant to Reckoner earth. Was raised by farmers.
Art: This drawing, and this video
happy April fools day to you too
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Era 9 episode 3
in The Alleyverse
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Clotho, Mistkeep, Clotho's manor
Remembering just enough of the encounter to get back to the manor with a purpose, Clotho arrived at the steps of her manor. For a noble's manor, it was quite...small and not at all particularly flashy. It looked like whoever lived there was rich, but didn't know what to do with their riches. Which Clotho supposed was accurate enough.
Tapping her coppermind, the memories of the hunt rushed through her. It was...odd tapping the memories while having gold shadows active, as each semi-separate set of memories were stored linked together. And when tapping while also having a gold shadow, that meant that the pair of memories was interpreted by two semi-separate minds. It was all quite overwhelming, really.
One half of her was used to it, but the other half was very much not used to it. Rust and ruin, it was something. Weirdly enough though, she adapted quite quickly. And with both minds working together, things became a lot clearer.
Whoever they were dealing with was lonely. Like, really lonely. Which she supposed made sense, given he was always so tense all the time. Like a bundle of nerves fit to explode the moment someone approached him. He was a great artist, though.
Okay, Clotho thought. Now to figure out where your powers come from. There was no notable artifacts on his body that she could see, so it was probably innate. Walking into her study, she pulled out a coppermind titled abilities and the worlds they come from. Tapping the metalmind, she gained a rush of memories of reading a book hand-written in her own handwriting all about the many worlds of the multiverse. Where did she put that book?
With a quick search of her bookshelf, she found it. The book wasn't as musty as many of her other books, and the pages looked fairly fresh. I suppose I must have written this recently, then. Before her memories got too tainted by current ones, Clotho stored the memories about the book in her coppermind. While it could be useful to just remember reading it, she would much rather skim it for this particular set of abilities.
Over the course of a boring thirty minutes, she wittled down the options. This magic was definitely not from the Cosmere, the universe that she came from. If it was, it would have to be some sort of investiture-based transformation, taking much more concentration for much less accuracy than it seemed to take the man she saw. It wasn't a documented ability of any Cytonics, and seemed a bit too normal for a Smedry talent. In all likelihood, it was an epic power, which would also explain the solitary-ness of her target. Storing all this in the coppermind she designated for the case, she wrote down one thing on the case file.
Confirm your suspicions and find out their epic weakness.
@DcD25yhtdA8