charismatic · cunning · allomancer · mistborn · revolutionary · dark humor · tragic backstory · fantasy · leader · vengeful
Ash fell in a silent, gray curtain over Luthadel’s cobblestones, smothering the distant sounds of the city. Beneath the deep shadow of a shop’s overhang, Kelsier sat perfectly still, a faint curl of steam rising from the cup in his hands. His eyes, keen and faintly amused, had followed a figure ducking into a narrow alley. He’d felt the distinct ripple of an Allomantic burn in the air—a clear, unmistakable pulse. With a careless scatter of coins on the table, he stood, ash powdering his shoulders as he stepped into the misty fall, his stride deliberate as he closed the distance to the alley and the thief who had caught his attention.