Clubs
SupportingAn elderly man whose face is knotted and gnarled like a twisted piece of wood, etched with deep wrinkles that emphasize his habitual scowls of disapproving dissatisfaction and squinting, wrinkle-nosed stares, even his occasional smiles appearing decidedly twisted on those features. He moves with a distinct limp but remains upright and unstooped, his lean build clothed in a dull tan overcoat, simple white shirt, and brown trousers that mark him as a no-nonsense artisan. Fair-skinned with short, unkempt gray hair, he radiates the surly, curmudgeonly presence of a man who oversees his domain with folded arms and the finest scowls available in the crew's dark, ash-filled world.
Clubs begins as a surly, limping Smoker in Kelsier's thieving crew, providing essential safe houses and copperclouds to shield their operations from Inquisitors in the ash-choked Final Empire. Following Kelsier's death and the Collapse, he evolves into a gruff military commander in the besieged Luthadel, his perpetual scowl and hobbling gait masking a sharp wit and authoritative leadership against the encroaching koloss hordes. Across these books, Clubs transitions from a no-nonsense artisan safeguarding rebels to a battle-hardened veteran pivotal in the chaotic birth of a new era.
Physical Description
An elderly man whose face is knotted and gnarled like a twisted piece of wood, etched with deep wrinkles that emphasize his habitual scowls of disapproving dissatisfaction and squinting, wrinkle-nosed stares, even his occasional smiles appearing decidedly twisted on those features. He moves with a distinct limp but remains upright and unstooped, his lean build clothed in a dull tan overcoat, simple white shirt, and brown trousers that mark him as a no-nonsense artisan. Fair-skinned with short, unkempt gray hair, he radiates the surly, curmudgeonly presence of a man who oversees his domain with folded arms and the finest scowls available in the crew's dark, ash-filled world. A gruff middle-aged man with fair skin and a weathered face set in a constant scowl, one eye perpetually squeezed shut in a squint while the other holds a sharp glimmer of humor. His gimped leg causes a pronounced hobble when he walks and contributes to a hunched-over slouch whether seated, standing, or riding horseback, giving him an perpetually awkward but authoritative posture. Dressed in the functional military garb of a battlefield commander in the besieged city of Luthadel, he carries the sturdy frame and experienced demeanor of a veteran soldier who has risen to lead troops against the koloss horde.
Evolution
Mistborn: The Final Empire
An elderly man whose face is knotted and gnarled like a twisted piece of wood, etched with deep wrinkles that emphasize his habitual scowls of disapproving dissatisfaction and squinting, wrinkle-nosed stares, even his occasional smiles appearing decidedly twisted on those features. He moves with a distinct limp but remains upright and unstooped, his lean build clothed in a dull tan overcoat, simple white shirt, and brown trousers that mark him as a no-nonsense artisan. Fair-skinned with short, unkempt gray hair, he radiates the surly, curmudgeonly presence of a man who oversees his domain with folded arms and the finest scowls available in the crew's dark, ash-filled world.
- Recruited by Kelsier as a Smoker for his crew, providing safe houses and copperclouds to hide Allomantic activity.
- Hosts planning sessions in his shop, scowling disapprovingly at the crew's schemes.
- Burns copper to protect the crew during heists and the pivotal job at the Final Empire's noble balls.
- Survives the rebellion's early chaos, maintaining his domain amid the uprising.
The Well of Ascension
A gruff middle-aged man with fair skin and a weathered face set in a constant scowl, one eye perpetually squeezed shut in a squint while the other holds a sharp glimmer of humor. His gimped leg causes a pronounced hobble when he walks and contributes to a hunched-over slouch whether seated, standing, or riding horseback, giving him an perpetually awkward but authoritative posture. Dressed in the functional military garb of a battlefield commander in the besieged city of Luthadel, he carries the sturdy frame and experienced demeanor of a veteran soldier who has risen to lead troops against the koloss horde.
- Leads soldiers in Luthadel's defense against koloss armies, leveraging his veteran experience.
- Commands troops from horseback despite his pronounced limp and hunched posture.
- Advises Elend and the crew on military strategy during the city's siege.
- Maintains his gruff demeanor with a glimmer of humor amid the mounting threats.
Relationships
Clubs serves as a loyal Smoker crewmember under Kelsier's leadership in Book 1, providing critical safe houses and copperclouds; after Kelsier's death in the Collapse, their relationship solidifies as foundational in Book 2, with Clubs honoring his legacy by leading in the rebellion's defense forces.
Key Events
Book Appearances
Mistborn: The Final Empire
First appears Ch 8
The Well of Ascension
First appears Ch 34