that's alright. it's a cool magic/superpower system so i thought it could be interesting, and I 100% recommend the series, but i'm not going to ask you to write a character you don't know.

Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games) vs. Vin (Mistborn)

When a bar goes quiet, it's usually because of something a sane person would be scared of. A gang leader, perhaps, or some eldritch horror. This time, it was a child. A little girl who couldn't have been older than ten. A ragged, tearstained girl with clothes too small and the start of a nasty bruise swelling up on her right eye. The Alibi was full this evening, and it was a perfect evening for scheming, recruiting, bargaining, and assorted foolery, as soon as the occupants saw that child in the room everything went quiet.

"Hey little girl. What are you doing in here?" That was Dak asking, if you want to know. He'd been sitting in the back corner, but now his giant form was standing there, right in front of the kid. I honestly hadn't even seen him move, but he's usually fast. It's how gentle he was being that shocked me.

The girl bit her lip, and I don't blame her. Dak was a real bear, 6'3", muscular, huge, really terrifying dude. She said "D-daddy comes here. He says it's for h-hiding. Can I hide here? I'm s-scared." Kinda felt bad for her, the tiny thing, looking at Dak's giant paws. One of those paws rested on her shoulder now as he knelt down to her and asked who her dad was in the kindest voice that ever spoke in that rowdy place. I think the kindness worked to calm her down, she didn't stutter when she responded. "He's not here right now. But he's tall, and loud, and scary. Do I need him with me to hide?"

Dak was about to talk then, dunno what he was trying to say. I don't think he managed to get a syllable out before the door slammed open and Rale walked in, the bastard. Someone in the room tried to say hi, but the rat didn't care. Dunno what he was planning on doing in the Alibi that night, but when he saw the girl it didn't matter. He snarled at her, all temper. "You. What the hell are you doing here?"

The next few things went quick. The girl squeaked and tried to run, where she thought she'd be able to get is a mystery. That bastard Rale grabbed my drink, threw it at her. It shattered on her back, spraying glass and beer and blood halfway across the room. She slipped and collapsed, curling up in a ball by the table leg. Jem and some other bouncer grabbed Rale's arms and Lynn, our lovely bartender, reached for the phone. She's the one who called ya, by the way. She's not keen on violence in her bar. Dak bent down to the girl. Didn't hear what he asked, didn't hear what she said. I was too far away, and besides, at that point I didn't care. Rale was a bastard, he owed me a drink, and he'd spilled blood right there in the bar. We were all pissed. But we weren't Dak.

I expect you already know enough about this bit, but Dak went full out. Smashed Rale's face in, first. Then the rest of him. Used that metal thingamajig right there. Doug, he was at the table by Dak and the girl, got in the way of anyone who tried to stop him. Told the whole bar that Dak had asked whether Rale was the girl's daddy, and if he'd hurt her. Told us that she'd said yes to both.

To be honest, I don't know why Dak did that. I don't know any other reason than that for him to let out on Rale, but if it's true than he had it coming to him. I saw the girl, you saw the girl, I don't know what else needs to be said. So yeah, officer, I guess that's my story. It's true, too. If you ask anyone else you'll hear the same thing.

Wait, really? TIL then. I was taught there was only one spelling for that. You should still take the letter i off the end, though. You have discreeti.

*discrete

That's fun. Fucking fae.