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War. War was not having a good time anymore. These blasted mortals were becoming worrisome. He had just gotten this body. He was not going to lose it! He let go of the girl, vigorously flinging her across the room. He slapped at the blasted bird away, the injuries healing. Slower than he would like. Not enough anger. For the he couldn’t remember how many-th time, he wished he could get more power from his own anger. “I am going to clobber you!” War grabbed a nearby body with his working hand and threw it at the alive ones. @Lunamor

No problem! Have fun character building! And don’t be too hard on yourself about the character. Your first Alleyverse character will never be perfect, and the more you spend RPing, the better sense of a character you’ll get.

This is all pretty spot on! I agree that the character could use some flaws, and that the experiment-ness could help with that. I will also say that you are diving into fairly theoretical territory. We don’t really have a clear idea what the first few hundred years of the Lord Ruler’s reign was like, past that he was less in control than he was during Era 1 and more experimental with figuring out the different metallic arts. This means that the world is largely your oyster, so long as the story you tell is realistic and consistent. @Wits instant noodles, I think you’re largely on the right track, but need a bit more to bring the character to life. What are his motivations? His dreams? What made him the way he is?

Pestilence. He was well and thoroughly humiliated. Trapped in a wall, with no easy escape. Not even able to yell at the mortal that did this. There are drawbacks to a physical body, he realized. Light abruptly poured in as a piece of metal flew away, freeing his head slightly to the side. It wasn’t big enough to use, but he could yell through it. Better than nothing, he supposed. ”Hey! Come back here and untie me! I promise it’s worth it.” An unconvincing plea escaped his mouth. “I know a good cookie recipe…” Famine. Slowly, oh so slowly, Famine’s body repaired itself. He was running out of juice, and he was running out fast. His legs snapped back into place, with his chest reinflating. Some bones were still broken though as he ran out of regeneration. Dang it! He shakily got to his feet. He was glad he still had control of the body though. He didn’t know what it would take to de-possess it, but now was the most vulnerable he had been in it. He had to get more energy somehow. He had to be sneaky.

I mean, this is still relevant for coming up with ideas for a potential Era 8 Alleyverse character! That’s actually a fairly solid idea. Dunno how much that could do, but it would certainly do something.

Pestilence. Pestilence grabbed hold of a fallen sword, just in time. He wasn’t used to using anything other than his own abilities, but this would have to do. Suddenly, he was pulled back by the metal in his head. This briefly freed his mouth, allowing him to utter a surprised yelp as he was pulled back, his sword returning to the floor. Famine. Famine watched as his assailant ride into the air at speeds normal mortals couldn’t. He wasn’t used to having to dodge things, so he didn’t. What was the worst that could happen? He was nearly immortal with the amount of energy he had absorbed. He and the woman crashed through the floor, falling into a basement area. The basement seemed to be a storage room, with a variety of spare supplies strewn about, including spare chairs, papers, and various other desk supplies. As Famine hit the floor, he heard most of his chest bones breaking. They began to heal, but the crushing weight on him kept some from healing. He felt his remaining regeneration begin to whittle away. “Get off, woman!” He reached his hands to her, in an attempt to stop her. With horror, he realized that his hands weren’t responding to him. Aw, great. War. "This will be fun, tiny one." He really did mean it. The raw rage seeping through her fueled him. Some of it was his doing, admittedly. But a lot of it came from her. Spikes, silverware, and metal shards began popping off from his body. His clothes were even more tattered, but the physical wounds healed. Such rage… With a gleeful bound, he moved to smash the tiny girl. Though he fed off of active rage, an angry death fueled him more. He hesitated. Wasn’t this someone they were told not to hurt? He glanced over to the boss, who was busy with someone else. Well, she did attack first, so it’s not his fault for fighting back. He wound up a massive punch, aiming it at the girl’s chest. His arm was nearly as big as she was.

Sounds good! I’ll post a new character thread once this episode finishes and while the era epilogues are going on.

Few wonderings: 1) how did the character get to the Alleyverse? Did he accidentally slip into an alley? Did he come here intentionally? 2)What motivates your character? Sure, he wants to learn how to use his magic, but why? What does he want to do with that magic? 3) what did he do to keep himself alive on the streets? What skills did he develop there? We’re nearing the end of this Era, which is kind of a double edged sword. It means that you will have a perfect opportunity to start with a brand new Era, but it also means that it would likely be best if you waited a bit to actually get started. The main plot, though your character doesn’t have to tie into that, will be about a power struggle against an up and coming anti-investiture organization, which I’m sure @Stormlightsong will soon be elaborating on. If you want to think of how your character could fit into that, that might help flesh out your character. Thus far it looks like a solid foundation, but needs a little something extra to make the character feel truly alive.

Famine. Famine grinned. “That all you got, little lady?” His body surged with renewed life. His teeth, however, stayed broken. I suppose there are limits to these regeneration powers, huh? He wasn’t used to this type of body yet, but most things felt natural. There was so much to learn about human bodies. With his now repaired legs, he ran at his prey, hands outstretched. “C’mere!” Pestilence. Ah, the sweet stench of death. He had missed it. This new body thing was quite nice, he decided. Nothing as cool as his old body, but being able to actually cross into the mortal realm had its perks. Suddenly, he lost sight to both of his eyes. “Ow—!” His mouth was filled up too. What now? He reflexively stepped back, narrowly dodging a whoosh. He swiftly pulled out the objects lodged in his eyes. His vision quickly returned, followed by a scream as one of the dying mortals had their eyes consumed by plague. ”hfhfff!” Pestilence said angrily, pointing at the new attacker. He then proceeded to run, searching for something to defend himself with.

A succession of blows pummeled Famine. He heard a jaw snap, some teeth falling out. That’d definitely kill a mortal. However, he was no mortal. And the woman went for the wrong place. He reached a hand out to grab the woman’s arm.

Famine. A grin plastered Famine’s face as he sucked the life from the mortals. Some withered immediately, others took longer. The more power they had, the more he had to leech. However, he didn’t mind. The absorption of life and power was what fueled him, giving him a shot of power. He was addicted to it. Famine was a nice name. He never had a name, but famine felt right. Famine. He grinned even wider. Suddenly a massive weight crashed into him, crumpling his body. Aw, pancakes. He was thrown across the room, hitting the wall with a smack. He heard bones snapping. “Come on!” He looked to see the source of the inconvenience. A woman, who really didn’t look like she had delivered that hit, got up from the ground. Peeling his body off of the drywall, he held himself up, notably thinner than he was a moment ago. At a decent rate, his body began healing. All the lifeforce that he had taken from those cops had provided his body with multiple body’s worth of life. Bones snapped back into place, and bruises began fading. A smile returned to his face. “That all you got, sweet pea?” @Speeding Steelrunner

The three horsemen all relished in the opportunity to make a mess of things. The big one knocked officers around like ragdolls, taking bullets and weapons unfazed. The sickly one breathed their noxious fumes onto others, turning the cobstables into disease ridden corpses. The skinny one seemed to be having the most fun. He strode through the horde of officers, grasping them one by one. Whoever he touched shriveled into a husk, invigorating him further. As Perses picked off a few constables that attempted to attack him, emotions raged within him. These constables, though they would undoubtedly get in Perses’ way, had done nothing thus far. Why should he even care about them? Then it clicked. This isn’t about the people. It’s about the district. About sending a message. Well, Perses thought. I suppose destroying a police force would do that.

Perses paused, his jaw slackening. He…was thanked? Perses remembered where he started. Fighting, desperately crawling to be wanted. To be valued. Yet here it was. Thanks. And all it took was to kill someone that someone didn’t like. What had life come to? When did he let go of his morals that he once valued so dearly? When did he value power so much that he would disfigure himself so gruesomely? A pain went to his side. The stitches. Rusts. Perses, falling backward, passed out. And with him, the three horsemen crumpled to the ground. . . . Perses woke, body aching. Yet when he got his bearings, he noticed something was wrong. The place was quiet. Eerily quiet. Perses felt for his metalminds, realizing with a panic that they were gone. ”Hey, where are we?” A voice said. ”The Alleys, you moron. We got sent back.” Another replied, their voice concerningly lacking echo. ”Aww. I was getting attatched to my body. Death dying really hurt the mood though.” Before Perses could speak, a voice shook his ears, its voice reverberating through the vast space. “SILENCE” Suddenly, Perses’ body locked up, moving on its own volition. He was being controlled, like a puppet. His body moved towards the other figures, turning to address them. “Welcome to my realm.” The words were coming out of Perses’ mouth, but the voice was not his. “Don’t worry, your bodies are still yours. I have simply moved your minds here for the time being.” Before others could interject, the voice spake further. “Your previous master is dead, slain by my hand. And for as long as I say, you will obey.” ”and what if we don’t?” One of the figures asked rebelliously. ”Then when you return to the Alleys, I will make sure to make your lives a living hell.” As if to emphasize this, the air was suddenly filled with deafening noise. An incessant buzzing, coming from everywhere at once. Perses wanted to scream, but couldn’t. The others, however, crumpled to the ground. ”Alright! Alright! We get it.” ”What do you want us to do, boss?” Perses’ mouth curled into a smile. “While your previous owner wanted chaos, I want something more controlled. I want to send a message.” ”Do we get horses?” One said excitedly. The voice ignored this comment. “I want you three,” Perses’ arm lifted, pointing at each of them in turn, “to clean up the mess your previous master left. Kill every last one of the remaining constables. Or frankly, anyone who gets in your way. I want everyone that witnessed this event dealt with.” ”Why?” ”Whatever you say, boss” ”At least a camel?” Without answering any of them, Perses’ fingers snapped, and as suddenly as they appeared, the figures vanished from Perses’ lifesense. Yet Perses remained. And, he discovered, he could move again. “Who are you?” He asked, pleased to hear his own voice reverberating in his head. Hello, Perses. Perses felt a shiver of recognition at the voice saying his name. “What do you want from me?” A better question. But both shall come in time. For now, all you need to know is that our interests are aligned. I want what’s best for you. ”How can I believe that?” A flash of anger erupted from inside him. “You can’t even tell me who you are!” I made you Perses. It is not your place to question why. We will meet again. Soon. . . . Perses jolted awake, gasping for air. How long had he been out? Reflexively, he stored pain, to find that he didn’t feel any to begin with. Reaching for his wounds, he discovered they had healed over. People. Perses grabbed his pistol, raising it to the life signatures around him. ”Woah there, boss. No need to get trigger happy. We’ll follow your orders.” ”Speaking of, What about these guys? Should we kill them too?” The man gestured to the other two figures in the room. Perses hesitated. “Spare them. We need some people alive to spread the word.” Perses turned, feeling something at the edge of his lifesense. Tapping it, he took in what he saw. “Constables incoming. You know your orders,” he uttered, with a voice calmer than he actually was. “Dispose of them.” @Lunamor, @Longshot97, @Scars of Hathsin, @Speeding Steelrunner

Perses’ rage simmered. Asylum is out of control. He had been a valuable ally, and they had power Perses wanted to use, but this was too much. Perses rested his hand on his gun, then hesitated. Did he really want to do this? He didn’t even know what was going on. Do it. I will handle the rest. Perses raised his pistol, choosing the tungsten rounds. With a fire and a steelpush, he shot a bullet into Asylum’s chest. And then, in quick succession, an aluminum round to his head.

Sounds fun! If you want to pm me your idea, I can give you some feedback and help you out a bit!

Thanks for the update! Yeah so long as you can commit to posting once a week, you’ll be active enough. (As you can see @Stormlightsong is riding that schedule . And if you need to step away for a bit, no problem! Just let us know when that happens .

Very simple question here. It’s been confirmed that copperclouds can block life sense. However, can it be blocked with aluminum? Obviously having an aluminum wall between you and someone else is going to block the life sense, but is there an easy wearable fix? Obviously with blocking emotional allomancy, blocking the head seems to block interference. Would something similar block life sense? I’m not sure it does, as with emotional allomancy, it is directly targeting the mind in a way that life sense just doesn’t. To push that further, if some aluminum-lined fashion choice could block life sense, would it also block A-bronze? Those seem like the most similar powers to me. And and, if the wearable option blocks opposing lifesense, would it block your own if you had it?

Perses, Smokestack Constabulary. Perses was waiting. There was a hive of bronzesense energy coming from the room, ranging from the mundane to the extraordinary. What did Asylum do? Bursting through the door, Perses marched up to Asylum. “What the hell is all of this? Are you a rusting idiot? Why? …How?” He had envisioned confronting Asylum, but the true ridiculousness of the situation got to him. “Who are any of these people? What are any of these people?” The signatures of some of these people was nothing Perses had ever seen. They didn’t feel of this realm. “And why, before deciding to do all of…this,” Perses gestured wildly at the whole room and beyond, “did you not at the very least let me know?” Anger rose inside Perses. Asylum was a loose cannon. He knew this when he met them, and he knew this when he decided to let Asylum work for him. He knew that one day, Asylum would go too far, and they would burst out of his control. Yet Perses didn’t expect Asylum to turn the bloody moon red. Of course he couldn’t see that, but he didn’t need eyes to know that that wasn’t something to do on a whim. ”Well? Answer me!”

Did someone say EPIC/Arcane? Also @SmilingPanda19 recruitment opportunity?

Phemus grinned. “Always glad to see an outstanding citizen like yourself. You know how to fight, girl?” ”Ah, who am I kidding? Seeing how you busted through that wall, of course you do. Speaking of, next time maybe ask before destroying the city’s property.” This city. Nothing here stands for long. Phemus reoriented himself. They were in an active war zone. No time to stop and think. Well, no time to stop and think about anything irrelevant to the task at hand. ”Well, you came just in time. We’ve just about finished gearing up and are ready to take down the bastard that caused all of this. Me and ‘em got a history, and it’s high time we settled it.” He looked off into the distance, which in this case was a random shelf. “Asylum, you’re about to get what’s coming for ya.”

Okay to bridge two threads: homing throwing knives would be less than easy. However, what if you had a moveable weight or possibly some sort of spring like thing that could allow an awakened object to manipulate the center of mass of a throwing knife? Basically allowing you to throw a knife and choose whether you want it to land blade first for oucheys purposes or hilt first for concussive purposes?

So basically the title. Awakened jumping beans are 100% possible, but would they be useful? Like, I know that awakened objects get significantly stronger when awakened. Does that transfer over to lifeless? Could you have concussive or at least distractingly harmful force given to the bean? Doubtlessly you could have a command phrase to have the jumping bean lead someone to a set location, but what more could be done? Im tagging @alder24 to probably say no to the attack jumping beans, and @Trusk'our to help me come up with some creative jumping bean ideas.