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Brandon Sanderson / Re: Build Your Own Mistborn
« on: March 06, 2009, 12:25:07 PM »
Name: Malchion Winset
Strength 4
Intellect 9
Willpower 2
Agility 9/5
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 174
Hair: Long shaggy and dark
Eyes: A very striking grey
Identifying marks? nothing really special, just very disheveled, only thing that really sticks out about him are the eyes
Hindrances: Only if you count deep depression, regret and alcoholism as hindrances
Powers: Full mistborn, for whatever thats worth to him. Incredibly skilled, highly competent, when he can be bothered to set down the wine
History: Born to a noble house ( not minor, but not one of the bigger players) his snapping came in the usual pre collapse fashion, a severe beating. Malchion was a generally bright child, very much prone to mischief, and generally given his space to do his thing. After he proved to be a mistborn, that changed. HIs very existance was strictly regimented, his time tightly controlled. After the beating, he just wanst quite the same. His existance became crueler and crueler, as he was taught to do the things mistborns were trained to do. At some point here, he started drinking, in secret, because a drunk in the family, even if he was their mistborn, just would not do. Until his 20th birthday, it was only trainging, harsh, emotionally draining and physically brutal, but still only training. At this point, the killings began, the lies, the deceptions, all to sow chaos discord, some times with a grander purpose, sometimes because dear old daddy wanted some petty revenge for a percieved slight. Then he snapped again. This time it was not anything supernatural, he just broke down. He remembered the precocious child he had been, and couldnt stand to see what that child had become. The Mists were his curse. Malchion took to the streets, binging, staying in the release of oblivion. Now he rarely looks like much more than a drunk beggar in the street. He is no less intelligent than before, he is still the genius he was in his previous life, he just no longer cares to apply himself. He rarely uses allomancy any more either. In recent weeks however, he has decided to atone after a manner. He has taken all the beggars on his street under his wing, and passing noblemen who would bring harm to them usually arouse his ire. He doesnt do anything as brash as attacking them as soon as they bring trouble to his little slice of the slums, but he returns to his former life, that of a mistborn assassin.
Personality: Highly focused, intelligent and ruthless hen he must be, oblivious to the world around him when he doesnt. Without pewter, he is of no more average strength, but is very graceful. (His friends used to give him a hard time for how much he enjoyed dancing at the balls, not the greatest display of machismo) He instinctively burns brass and zinc to make him appear l ess threatening and generally unnoticeable. His misery wants no company
Strength 4
Intellect 9
Willpower 2
Agility 9/5
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 174
Hair: Long shaggy and dark
Eyes: A very striking grey
Identifying marks? nothing really special, just very disheveled, only thing that really sticks out about him are the eyes
Hindrances: Only if you count deep depression, regret and alcoholism as hindrances
Powers: Full mistborn, for whatever thats worth to him. Incredibly skilled, highly competent, when he can be bothered to set down the wine
History: Born to a noble house ( not minor, but not one of the bigger players) his snapping came in the usual pre collapse fashion, a severe beating. Malchion was a generally bright child, very much prone to mischief, and generally given his space to do his thing. After he proved to be a mistborn, that changed. HIs very existance was strictly regimented, his time tightly controlled. After the beating, he just wanst quite the same. His existance became crueler and crueler, as he was taught to do the things mistborns were trained to do. At some point here, he started drinking, in secret, because a drunk in the family, even if he was their mistborn, just would not do. Until his 20th birthday, it was only trainging, harsh, emotionally draining and physically brutal, but still only training. At this point, the killings began, the lies, the deceptions, all to sow chaos discord, some times with a grander purpose, sometimes because dear old daddy wanted some petty revenge for a percieved slight. Then he snapped again. This time it was not anything supernatural, he just broke down. He remembered the precocious child he had been, and couldnt stand to see what that child had become. The Mists were his curse. Malchion took to the streets, binging, staying in the release of oblivion. Now he rarely looks like much more than a drunk beggar in the street. He is no less intelligent than before, he is still the genius he was in his previous life, he just no longer cares to apply himself. He rarely uses allomancy any more either. In recent weeks however, he has decided to atone after a manner. He has taken all the beggars on his street under his wing, and passing noblemen who would bring harm to them usually arouse his ire. He doesnt do anything as brash as attacking them as soon as they bring trouble to his little slice of the slums, but he returns to his former life, that of a mistborn assassin.
Personality: Highly focused, intelligent and ruthless hen he must be, oblivious to the world around him when he doesnt. Without pewter, he is of no more average strength, but is very graceful. (His friends used to give him a hard time for how much he enjoyed dancing at the balls, not the greatest display of machismo) He instinctively burns brass and zinc to make him appear l ess threatening and generally unnoticeable. His misery wants no company