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So this guy was a psycho. However, he’s desperate. Desperation forges loyalty. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “The name is Clotho Renoux.” She said. “I’m a noblewoman from Scadrial and an augur. I’m not what you expect, and I never will be. Very few about me will be constant, but one thing is a certainty: I am the best Augur you will ever meet.” That was a very impressively delivered line, and it felt…instinctive. Interesting.

Perses stopped storing tin. The crew had come up with a plan. Getting up, almost groggily, Perses inquired. “What’s the plan? Sorry, I was storing.” Reaching out, careful not to expend much, he checked the surroundings. The creatures were still there. Of course they were.

A moment of confusion flashed through Clotho. She hid it immediately. This man was insane. ”Are you a rusting idiot? Did you not hear the scream? Did you cause it? Is there any reason in particular for it?” This was a bad idea. This man is not to be trusted. This man is dangerous. She had just given him iron. She…would need different selves. Clotho rarely changed selves voluntarily. Every time she willingly erased a past or present history, she missed the potential of discovering their branching point. What made them different from her, and, more importantly, what was the same. These selves were useful. She would not erase them yet.

As this Tysan went away, Clotho pulled out her notebook. And with who knows how long, she took notes. Portfolios on her current selves first, and then an entry on this conversation. Everything was crucial if your memories fade at the drop of a clip. Then, Clotho heard a scream. From the direction of the shop Tysan had entered. What in Harmony’s name? Heart pounding, Clotho pulled out her cane. As she did, Tysan came flying towards her with a murderous grin. Ruin. Minds reeling, Clotho had to think fast. Metal. The only metal she had on her person was the boxings that she held with her, in her front purse. She dropped them to her side. She was standing in front of her manor. There were metal objects, but none, she thought, near the entrance. The handle was made of wood, and the lock made of… aluminum, she thought. This was an expensive house, and with it came safety. Where were glass knives when you needed them? In a haste, Clotho evaluated her options. She could certainly fight, but she was more of a thief than a fighter. She could run, but that wouldn’t get her far. There seemed to be only one option, and it was not a great one. “What in the Ascended Savior are you doing?” @I think I am here.

This man really was desperate. But with desperation comes loyalty… A jolt of memory shook through her. Sister, dead. A house on the brink of collapse. Her, taking up the mantle. Clotho, growing to become the daughter her father always wanted. If only he knew how flawed she really was. A tear ran down Clotho’s cheek. So that’s your story. Wiping the tear away, she refocused. A clear lie, but one that she knew was going to be on his head rather than hers. Rolling her eyes, she pulled some boxings* out of her purse. Given that she had been away from the world for so long, she estimated what she thought would be about right. “This should buy you the vials you need, and then some. Just know that there is more where that came from, but only if you prove your worth in the task I need you to complete. Now go buy your vials; I have notes to write down.”

Well, she couldn’t expect someone to figure out what she was that easily. He clearly tried hard, and with his current state, what he came up with seems to indicate some amount of skill. Though Clotho was still not sure how much skill there actually was. That made Clotho pause. A copper ferring? Nearly exactly what she needed for herself. But would that help regain the lost memories within herself? It wouldn’t hurt to give this man a shot. I shouldn’t trust this man. Once again going against her less trusting selves, Clotho decides to give it a shot. ”Well, I suppose I can give you a day or so to prove your worth. You’re hardly in top shape anyway.” This is a bad idea ”I suppose iron must be acquired. Where do you get your vials?”

Where are my house servants anyway? If she needed a house servant, Clotho sure wouldn’t need to ask the likes of him. Though he would be cheap labor, money was never the problem. Well today, so was she. Less the killing part, but if she had a dagger, she could certainly put up a fight. So she wasn’t with a killer today? That’s nice. She doesn’t seem to encounter all that many selves that have killed, and most of them were accidental. That gave Clotho pause. Good at finding things? She was in need of a detective…of sorts. I’m sure I can find better than someone who just threatened me. Can we? ”Well, given your detectiving skills you have shown thus far, it seems that you’re not very good at it. Anyone could figure out that I’m alone in this manor. I’ve lived here for 5 years. Ask anyone nearby and they will tell you that I live alone.” While nothing there was technically a lie, it wasn’t the whole truth. Her house had…moved. Changed. That was all in the past now, though. “Unless you can give me something other than stating the obvious, I doubt your ‘skills’ will be any use to me.”

well he clearly looks like one, she thought. Unfortunately, she was looking for someone to hire. Against her own urgings, Clotho responded. ”What type of job are you looking for?” This man was certainly not the scholar or refined but somehow sympathetic noble she was looking for. Do you really think we’ll find anything better? The Alleycity she knew was not a place where you can get much better than this without selling your soul to Death himself. But the Alleycity you know might not be my Alleycity, she thought. Keeping up the powerful facade that she was trained to pull off wonderfully, she looked at the lurcher distastefully for a response.

Clotho was taken aback. This man…was surprisingly okay for someone that just fell—close to two stories, at least, from her estimation. She had seen this type of thing a few times before, from common thugs. Trying to be tougher than they actually were. ”Listen here mister” She said, adopting a role she has gone into a million times. “You may have the rights to the skies, but you have no right to crash onto my doorstep.” He seemed a bit shaken, and didn’t seem to be properly hearing things. Which isn’t that surprising, given his current state. “I have iron, but nothing pure enough for you to use. Do you seriously expect me to have Allomancer’s iron lying around?” This man seemed to be as smart as a brick, but he was still in pain, even though he wouldn’t show it. ”Look, other than iron, what can I give you? I’m already running late, and you dying on my porch will not make things go any faster.”

Clotho took a brave step forward…and nearly walked into the man that just crumpled onto her doorstep. Clotho jumped back. She wanted to pull out a knife on him. She wanted to scold him for jumping up on her, and dropping onto her own private property unannounced. She wanted to run back into her manor and slam the door behind her. Instead, she said ”Oh my Harmony! Are you okay?” A million questions raced through her mind. Who is this man? What is he doing here? How dare he? Why did he fall? Was that bone? She looked around. No visible place to fall. Must be a lurcher. Upon closer inspection, a few empty vials seem to have shattered in the fall. Sadly, she lacked any real skill in medical attention today. Best she could do was make a rusty bandaging, and that doesn’t seem to be the attention this poor sod needed. Looking around, there seemed to be very few others around, and no one rushing to help. Guess that’s Alleycity for you. “Here, let’s get you up. Least I can do for you.” There’s no need to be polite, she thought. This person just crashed into being your problem without a thought towards you. Ignoring her thoughts for the time being, she hauled him into a sitting position. She often encountered such scenes, but few as sudden, and few where she is in any position to help. Flashes of steel and gunshots flooded her mind. These past few years had certainly not been what she imagined the Alleyverse to be like. Interesting. She would need to write that down. ”What’s your name sir? And what are you doing falling from the sky like that?” @I think I am here.

Clotho, Mistkeep, 916 Yomen Street Clotho woke, got out of bed, downed a vial, and burned gold. Beside her were two blonde haired women. They were roughly the same height, but wearing drastically different outfits. The first was a Scadrian noblewoman. Wearing a prim yellow dress, she held herself high, proud of her station. She was growing in influence, and was making her house proud. She worked day and night, and played politics beautifully. Unfortunately, most of what she said was lies. Or at least, she rarely knew if they were truths. The other was a thief. Wearing dirty brown trousers and a grey blouse, she scanned the room accusingly, as if she expected people to be listening in on…whatever was going on here. She had been a thief for, well, as long as she could remember. This woman had gone to Alleycity to gain riches and power, things that she didn’t have before. As she looked around the deserted room, she saw that the room was surprisingly empty, even for a noble of Clotho’s status. Clotho, she realized, was writing again. Recording notes on these people, and saving it for later. She closed the journal, and got up. She had a big day ahead. As Clotho changed out of her nightgown, she noticed just how skinny she was. That probably wouldn’t make a good impression, she thought. She decided to choose a brown noblewoman’s dress, which was wrinkled from laying in the closet. Much too formal, she thought. Not formal enough, she insisted. I’m sorry, it’s the best I have. Clotho walked into her library. Sparsely stocked, there was only about 40 books in it. They were all, however, written by her. Notes upon notes on her surroundings, her daily life, her history, and her alternate selves. Clotho never really saw them as shadows; they were just as real as she was, just not properly present in this world. The halls were silent as she walked, save for her footsteps. She would need to get quieter shoes, she noted. She was unused to the silence of a manor; these places were almost always full of chatter, or at least the noise of servants bustling about. Where had all the people gone? Clotho packed her suitcase with essentials. Three separate journals, of course. They all contained useful information on herself, and were still only half filled. She had transcribed copies of them, so that if she lost these ones, she would only lose today’s notes. Too much had already been lost. In addition to her journals, Clotho packed a separate, more ordinary set of clothing, in case she needed something less restrictive. She wanted to pack perfume, but annoyingly, she couldn’t find any. She always carried perfume with her. How could there be none? Well, it is for the best. Perfume is too recognizable. She wanted to pack more, and felt there was so much she was missing. She never went out anymore, and now she was woefully unprepared. Well, at least she had pretty good selves for the job. As she approached the door, she reached for a hat that wasn’t there. Why was her manor so barren? At least she had a noble’s cane, which she could fight with if needed. It wasn’t very ladylike though. Well, it looked like she was ready. Or at least as ready as she could be, with the little supplies she had. Time to go out and get some help. And Harmony, did she need it.

I couldn’t really find a list of house names for era 2, but perhaps I could make something up that sounds about right.

Now they aren’t of shards, but that doesn’t mean that their investiture is not currently being held by a shard. Personally, I think it is very likely that a shard has dominion over the Aethers (probably not Dominion tho), but they didn’t necessarily make them. The spores and planet itself gives very strong Autonomy vibes, but given that they reside on the other side of the Cosmere, I’m not 100% sure that they would hold them at the moment. Maybe an avatar of some sort?

Clotho: This character is….a lot, but I also think that she’s going to be quite fun to RP. I had quite the trouble figuring out merits for her, but I doubt that she is particularly powerful.

So will this be like a little micro character? How would ya post it to the character thread?

That’ll totally work for me! Ideally they would do the murdering on Scadrial, then move to the Alleyverse. You’re free to concoct the exact details of it. My family characters are currently quite open ended. Ideally I’d know the details so that I can weave them into the memories that I create for my alternate characters.

Oh man, it would be real hard to pull off with your character. You have the purest of heart characters that I’ve encountered, so any deaths caused would have to be a very big accident. I could conjure up an NPC to kill of my character’s family, but roleplaying with oneself is quite difficult and a tad boring.

Could you link me to your character sheet? I’m wondering what’s easily feasible.

what extra info would you need? I can list the occupations for ya Let me know what info you need!

Keep in mind: we had Hoid, who we know had a dawnshard, and 16 others. Given that Hoid was seated to take a shard, AND had a dawnshard, it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch to assume that some other folks had a dawnshard and became a vessel. We are also sort of operating on the assumption that they knew Adonalisium would split into 16 pieces from the get-go. What if they could split it up into any number of pieces? What if there was initially supposed to be 17 shards, and Hoid dipped out, leaving only 16?

Alright, I’m asking if someone has a character that could kill a character in progress’s family. My WIP is a Scadrian of a rich, influential, and noble family, and I want their family dead and someone in the Alleyverse to kill them as a drive for entering. They don’t remember this fact, however, so it might be a bit before it becomes fully relevant. Anyone have a character that might fit the bill?

Okay-I’m certain that there is some sort of thread here that can give me a breakdown of all the events that have occurred in the history of this RP, but I am having the most difficult time finding it. Can someone point me in the right direction?

I maaay or may not have based this character idea based on your amazing shenanigans. Dang it! That’s a good point, and it makes me very tempted to name whatever character Epimetheus because of it. BUT I also want my character to be more feminine leaning, so that won’t work.

What would you suggest? I think you’re on to something, but I don’t quite know what. I made this post mostly to seek a bit more theories on allomantic savants, without just going through and making 16 separate posts about it.