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.
Contains info from Book 3+
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. Stocky and older, his face is gnarled and twisted like sun-dried leather, deeply lined from years of ash and toil. Gray hair clings wiry to his scalp, framing eyes sharp beneath heavy brows, while a pronounced limp necessitates a sturdy cane. He dresses in practical, ash-flecked clothing suited to a craftsman-turned-soldier, his posture stooped yet defiant with a smoker's rasp in every breath.
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.
- Serves as Smoker for Kelsier's crew, burning copper to hide Allomancers from Inquisitors.
- Provides safe houses for the crew's operations.
- Grumbles about the rebellion but loyally supports Kelsier's plans.
- Participates in the initial heist at the noble ball.
- Survives the Lord Ruler's downfall and joins the post-rebellion government.
Relationships
Contains info from Book 3+
Contains info from Book 3+
Key Events
Book Appearances
Mistborn: The Final Empire
First appears Ch 5