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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Feb 20, 2012 9:33:21 GMT -5
character name
biological information
Full Name: Nathaniel Devlin
Alias(es): The Bad Samaritan
Nickname: Nate
Gender: Male
Orientation: Don’t give a fuck.
Age: Twenty-two
Date of Birth: November 17
Marital Status: Single
Place of Birth: Arc City General
Race: Werewolf
Occupation: Private Investigator
Physical Appearance:
Nate is…average. His hair is averagely brown, same with his eyes, though he has a prominently long nose. He is thinly built; making any sort of muscles, such as abs and such, not count. He’s around five foot, ten to around six feet…depending on whom you ask.
He dresses well enough. He doesn’t have the luxury of wearing what is fashionable or hip. He usually wears what can be bought in goodwill or other various second hand/discount clothing stores. Usually, he wears a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
In his werewolf form, Nate is quite lithe. His fur is a dark brown. He looks lanky and weak due to his thin frame, but don't be fooled by this. His strength and speed is still that of a werewolf, therefore he is still quite formidable.
Celebrity Claim:Andrew Garfield
special abilities
Powers: - Lie Detection—Nate has the ability to tell whether someone speaks the truth or not. During instances of lies, Nate gets a feeling in his chest. There has been no instance in which the ability can be blocked or avoided. Not much is known about this ability…probably ‘cause it’s stupid.
- Shifting—Nate has the ability to shape shift himself into a werewolf at will. The shifting is absolutely painful, but lessens over time. (Realigning, breaking, and reshaping bones hurt.) All his abilities show their true potential when in wolf form. With regards to Nate, the pain he feels is superficial as he has changed so many times that he is now used to it.
- Enhanced Senses—Nate has the ability in having heightened senses even when he isn’t in wolf form, though the senses are still better when in wolf form. Most noted is their sense of smell. Different species have specific scents, varying only a little. He can possibly hear and see in large distances of around a hundred meters.
- Enhanced Sixth Sense— Nate has the ability to see, interact, and even harm spiritual beings.
- Superhuman Strength— Despite Nate’s thin build, he is physically stronger than any normal human being especially when in wolf form. When not in wolf form, Nate can lift cars with a bit of effort, though if in wolf form he is able to life cars, vans, and even small trucks with ease. A werewolf is noted for their brute strength, even the young ones.
- Superhuman Speed— Nate has the ability to be more agile than most beings. His maximum speed would be around eighty to ninety kilometers per hour on his hind legs, while his speed peaks at around two hundred on all-fours. His speed is impressive even for a werewolf.
- Regeneration— Nate heals faster than most, though that does not mean he can re-grow bones/limbs. Cuts and scraps heal within a few seconds while deep gashes and the like take longer. Depending on the damage, it could ranged from a few minutes to a few days. Silver negates this.
- Stamina— Nate does not need much sleep or food in order to survive. He can go for weeks without rest, though that does not mean his strength doesn’t gradually diminish during this.
- Pack Mind— Nate is able to communicate with other wolves in his pack, though he does not currently belong to any pack.
Skills: - Shrewdness—Developed after years of avoiding higher authorities and various other dangers (bullies, gangs, etc.). Nate is not specifically noted for his intelligence, especially when it comes to school related things. It is noted though that he is quite cunning when dealing with the outside world…otherwise he wouldn’t really be alive at the moment.
- Lock Picking—Basic to advanced lock pickets; none of the fancy high security safe types…more on doors, small safes, and the like. Let’s face it, most things in life aren’t really found in high security vaults.
- Ability to assimilate—Since Nate’s features do not really stand out, he can easily assimilate into crowds thus is able to lose people who try to follow him. It’s not that useful a skill, but then, not all skills have to be useful.
- Photographic Memory— It’s a skill that Nate isn’t overly proud of. He has the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
- Observant— Another skill built from years of observing people’s actions. It’s not something overly useful if you think about it.
Personal Possessions:
Nate is never really the sentimental type. Possessions, in his opinions, are often replaced therefore they do not have much importance personally.
Weapons and Equipment:
- .40 S&W— A standard issue law enforcement gun that was stolen during a shoot out. Used only in case of emergency, as bullets are a bit expensive, especially to those who live alone and don’t have a steady income. Nate isn’t really practiced with a gun thus it is mainly used to scare people. The serial numbers have been filed off.
- Switchblade— It’s a small blade capable of fitting into your pockets and other various hiding places. Nate usually uses this more as a tool rather than a weapon.
- Lock Pick Set— Used to get in places…illegally, of course.
- Black Leather Gloves— Slick black gloves used for warming hands and various other things. Nate usually uses them to avoid his prints getting everywhere.
Limitations:
As with Nate's Lie Detection ability, its limits are quite annoying. If the subject itself knows that what he speaks is true, even if it isn't, then it won't register as a lie for Nate. This is also true for someone who believes they are lying though they are in fact speaking the truth.
With Nate's werewolf powers, their limitations and weaknesses are true as all werewolves.
psychoanalysis
Personality Description:
Nathaniel is quiet. He doesn’t really interact with other people, though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to…there just aren’t a lot of people he’d want to interact with. Despite his ability to tell lies, Nate doesn’t really have a problem with them. Nate lies on a daily basis and is unabashed in doing so.
He likes to cut through all the cock and bull, thus has a very no shit type of attitude. He doesn’t have patience for proper decorum, going straight to topics that may be perceived as uncomfortable/offensive to others. He isn’t one to mince his words. If he wants to let you know something be comforted in knowing that you will know. This does not mean to say he has no tact at all. If it serves his purpose, he can be very tactful when need be. Nate is quite tight lipped, preferring to leave people to attend to their own businesses. He doesn’t really care what people do as long as it doesn’t affect him.
Nate is somewhat of a contradiction. He’s cynically optimistic. His upbringing has made him cynical—there are no happy endings in life. Yet for secretly, Nate hopes there are happy endings though he wouldn’t care to admit it. Due to his werewolf genes, Nate is hot-blooded at times, prone to impulsiveness, though he is usual levelheaded, preferring to think things through before acting on it. Nate is cruel at times, not even those he cares for are exempted, though he does show kindness now and again.
Strengths:- Brave, but not stupid—Nate is quite courageous when it comes to certain situations, though it does not mean he stupidly goes into danger.
- Stubborn—Nate hates losing. Because of this, he can be really stubborn at times, refusing to back down during certain situations.
- Calculating— Nate isn’t the type to act before he thinks. He’s more the type that likes to weigh in various possibilities during scenarios and deciding on the best course of action.
- Decisive—Nate acts quickly and effectively especially under pressure.
- Unwillingness to compromise—Nate likes things on his own terms. He rarely bends on things especially when he things it’s for the best. His stubbornness plays a part in this.
- Control—Nate has had great control with his emotions before he got turned, now he has better control on his emotions that most young werewolves, though he still has bouts of anger.
Weaknesses:- Temper—With Nate’s werewolf infected body, he has become less controlled when it comes to his temper, thus he may be harmful to both himself and others.
- Cruelty—Nate can be overly cruel at times especially when dealing out his form of ‘justice’. Considered a weakness because it makes him a vengefully obsessive, distracting him from other priorities.
- Selfish—Nate has grown up in a place wherein he doesn’t really have much. Due to this, he tends to be quite selfish when it comes to sharing material possessions.
- Closed Off—Nate doesn’t share intimate details regarding his personal life making people think he may be secretive and/or stuck up.
- Mature—Being to mature for his age, Nate doesn’t get along with peers in his own age group. Due to his age, Nate doesn’t get along with those outside his age group. Nate is basically an outcast because of this.
Fear/s: Life after death. The dark.
Goal/s: To live.
biography
Their Story:
Nathaniel was born, abandoned, and adopted during a somewhat cold November.
A shiny, luxurious-looking, black car stopped at the entrance of Arc City General. A woman hastily stepped out of the backdoor of the car into the brisk night air. Judging from her appearance, it was obvious that she didn’t own the car…or anything else near its price range. The woman would have been pretty with her dark brown hair and hazelnut brown eyes had she not been so skinny and her complexion so pale. She wore a simple purple shirt, now drenched with sweat, barely covering her obviously pregnant stomach. She had on tattered jeans that were obviously a few sizes too small for her; small enough to leave it unbuttoned.
The woman’s hair billowed behind her as she walked hurriedly into the hospital where two people met her. From the get go, it was apparent that the two were a couple. Sure, the two looked nothing alike, but couples did that sort of thing…they looked alike even though they didn’t. The woman was short and plump, her rich dark hair piled up on her head in fashionable way, showing her diamond earrings hanging from her ears. She had a round face and a hooked nose, while her lips were long and thin. She wore what looked like a red party dress with matching bag and heels while white pearls hung on her plump chest, like she’d come from some sort of fancy party. Her husband though was the opposite. He was quite thin and long, his spindly arms and legs jutting out from a thin torso. His hair was short and dark, slicked back, revealing a broad forehead and a face that was angular, with pointed cheekbones and a prominent nose. He wore a black coat and tie, his jacket hanging from the crook of his arm.
They looked at the woman with concern in their eyes as they guided her towards the counter of the hospital wherein the man just said his name to the nurse wherein they were immediately sent to their own private room…as was earlier discussed. For hours the couple waited until they were finally ushered out of the room by a nurse…it was time.
It had been a couple more hours before the child had been born. The child was male, with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. He weighed in at no more than nine and a half pounds…he was quite small for a baby. The woman was quite delighted by the news and the couple too—it was their baby after all. Their happiness was short lived however as the doctor had entered into the room and informed them of the child’s problem— epilepsy. It turned out that there was a complication during birth wherein the child had suffered some brain damage. The doctor informed them that the seizures could be manageable, even barely noticeable, but they couldn’t be sure until it presented itself later. It was enough though for the couple. They had wanted a perfect child, of whom the plump woman couldn’t carry, so they had enlisted the help of the woman to carry their baby. They had expected a perfect child, but instead got a deformed one. They, of course, rejected the very idea. They didn’t have a child…not yet anyway. This was not theirs—they could try again. They had the money so why not just toss this one out like it never happened? No one would really know since they didn’t tell anyone in their circle anyway…the others could be easily bought out.
And with that, the couple had chosen to abandon the child.
The woman didn’t want the child, but upon hearing the news of his parents’ apparent abandonment, she had to keep him. Of course she felt sorry for him, especially if left in an orphanage (she had been kept there when she was young), but that wasn’t why she chose to take him. The woman was a very religious person and her religion had made the decision for her. She had done too many evil things and not enough good…the child would serve in balancing that out while the handicap served as a bonus.
The woman’s name was Claire and, when she wasn’t busy birthing other people’s babies to make ends meet, she worked in a diner as a waitress. With her meager paying job and her new responsibilities with Nathaniel, Claire life was devoid of any economical luxuries.
As long as Nathaniel (or Nate as some liked to call him) could remember, there was always something weird about his life. As a child, Nate wasn’t the most annoying or the most hyperactive—he barely made any kinds of trouble at all. The child would just sit there, watching television or playing with his toys quietly, never really making any trouble. Claire had attributed this to his epilepsy. From what she could remember of what the doctor explained about Nathaniel’s condition, it somehow affected his brain functions. She was glad the child’s epilepsy could be put on a positive spin—Claire really hated noisy kids. With the kid’s general lack of child-like behavior, it gave Claire time for herself— which she used as often as she possibly could.
Nate was often left alone to his own devices. Often he would be so well behaved, Claire would leave him alone at home, coming back only later that night. To many children of Nate’s age, being left alone by your parents would be idiotic, and in some cases, traumatic, but not to Nate. He found it enjoyable to be alone, especially without Claire. For some reason, Nate had always known that Claire didn’t love him. Whenever he had asked the woman if she loved him, she would always say “Of course I do,” but it didn’t feel right to Nate. Somewhere in him he knew that she was lying. In fact, the boy discovered that he could tell when someone lied to him; he always felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Nate didn’t hate Claire though. Claire took care of him and for that he was grateful.
The years passed with relatively no incidents in Nate’s life. He was a smart kid, if somewhat distracted in life. He got good enough grades and never quarreled with his peers. He was observed to be distant though with everyone. At the age of five, he developed a slight twitch on his right cheek that occurred at any moment though most usually in times of stress—that was it as far as his epilepsy went. As he grew older, he got good enough grades and never quarreled with his peers. He was observed to be distant though with everyone, preferring time alone. Concerns of this were of course voiced out to his “mother”, Claire, but were generally heard with deaf ears.
When he was nine, Nate discovered he rather liked finding things. His class had a “class hamster”; a pet that the whole class took care of. One day, the hamster went missing thus causing uproar in the classroom. After the teacher had questioned the students where they had last seen the hamster, it was quite clear that the hamster wouldn’t be coming back and the matter was dismissed. Nate had been listening as the teacher questioned her students and with that, he discovered that one of the students had been lying— a girl named Audrey.
Audrey was the star student of his grade. She was intelligent, sporty, and charismatic. Everyone adored her for kindness and her humble attitude—everyone that is, except for Nate. He didn’t like Audrey. Due to his little skill, he knew that Audrey always lied to her peers and her superiors—her whole personality was a fake. An advantage of being a quiet boy was that people generally left you alone thus leaving you to your own devices. Nate generally used that time observing his classmates—it was a hobby of sorts for him. He had found out about Audrey through this. It was just a matter of listening in on Audrey’s conversations that day, specifically regarding the hamster, and sifting through her lies. It was kind of funny to watch as Audrey shrieked as she opened her desk after lunch break to take out her books, only to find a dirt-covered dead hamster lying on her Elementary Mathematics book. None of Audrey’s classmates thought her connected to the hamster’s death; on the contrary, they thought her the victim—Audrey knew better though. She knew that someone had known she was the one who killed the hamster and buried it in the flower garden. (See, Audrey had a little problem, like most people do. She wasn’t perfect. On the contrary, if she had continued on her path as she had been, she would have become an excellent serial killer.) As to how they knew, or even who they were, she had no idea. Everyone was suspicious to her. She thought this as weeks passed with little notes left inside her desk everyday, informing her of her misdeeds. Audrey became more distant towards her classmates, often snapping at them for little or no reasons at all. Eventually, Audrey snapped during class in shrieks and sobs, clutching a crumpled piece of paper in her hand, shouting accusatory words at her classmates as she threw the paper at them. She was eventually stopped by the teacher and various others and led out of the classroom as she screamed at them about some piece of paper—she didn’t come back to class after that. Oddly, no one ever did find out what she meant about a piece of paper.
Elementary ended without any much incident after that.
High school though wasn’t as lucky.
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The streets of the lower slums were deserted that night as Nathaniel stepped out of the subway. It was around three in the morning, though his appearance at that late hour wasn’t that much of a surprise—he didn’t have any parents, any who cared enough anyway, so curfews were nonexistent for the young man.
As was expected of the slums, streetlights here were practically useless as most were either broken or in constant flicker. It was a good thing the full moon was out tonight, otherwise the boy would have to walk in the dark…again. All was quiet as Nate walked home, his thoughts elsewhere. If he had been paying attention, he might have noticed a thin graying man sitting just outside of an alleyway on an upturned dumpster across the street from him, the man’s eyes flashing golden as they followed Nate as the boy rounded the corner into a dark alleyway. Nate had always taken this shortcut towards his house—he wasn’t afraid of the dark. It was here that Nate heard a guttural growl coming from behind him. Nate didn’t have time to turn as something knocked him off his feet, slamming him into the pavement. Nate’s shocked lasted only a moment as the adrenaline pumped into his veins; his survival instincts kicking in as he saw what had knocked him down.
A dog-like creature stood behind him; its golden eyes focused on Nate as its mouth opened in a growl, revealing sharpened teeth. Fear sank into Nate’s bones at the sight of the monster. His first instinct was to run away from the beast—he didn’t get far though. Before Nate had run a few steps, the beast was upon him, sinking its razor sharp teeth into the boy’s shoulder. Nate fell down with a howl of pain as the force of the beast threw him down the ground again. Tears began to trickle down as Nate struggled to get up, but to couldn’t—the pain was too intense. The creature walked on two legs as it circled him, it’s eyes watching him closely. Nate knew he wouldn’t be able to escape this monster— whatever it was. He was going to die in this alleyway. A bite to the neck would end it swiftly…he was hoping for it. The alternative wasn’t to be desired.
The attack didn’t come though and even if it did, Nate wouldn’t have noticed.
Nathaniel started to feel feverish as the wound intensified, sending him arcing back from the pain. The boy couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. The situation around him disappeared, replaced by the intense pain that now coursed into his veins, sending him into near insanity. Dull pains shot throughout his body, though the searing pain in his veins was effectively blocking them, even the sound of his bones breaking barely registered to him. There was only the pain and another emotion. Hate. It was intense, like the pain he was feeling, but different. He hated the monster. Why wouldn’t it kill him already? Why go through all this torture? He hated it. He wanted to stab it with a knife…he wanted to crush it with his bare hands…he wanted to sink his teeth into it…
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The ray of sunlight dancing across Nate’s face woke the boy up from his slumber. He was in his room, though he didn’t remember how he had gotten there. The boy awful, he felt like a truck had hit him. He also felt as if he wanted to chuck up after eating something that made him fell sick. He looked down at his stomach and was shocked to discover that he was naked. When had that happened? What happened last night? These thought were forming on the young boy’s mind before he jump upright and ran for the bathroom door and vomiting on the toilet. Nate thought he got drunk last night that’s why he couldn’t remember he thought as he wiped his mouth. It was then that he saw the contents that he threw up. From what Nate could tell, they contained what had looked like hair and chuncks of something. As they floated there, something else surfaced. A golden eye looked straight at Nate. The boy stifled a scream as he backed away from the bowl—he remembered everything.
Life after that was very different for Nate.
He learned of his new talents after that, each one scarier than the last for someone ignorant about them. Unlike most new werewolves, Nate didn’t have someone to teach him about it since the culprit who had turned him never claimed him. The boy had to find out for himself how to handle his situation. Of course, school was out of the question and so was living with Claire. Both problems weren’t that hard to let go though.
The boy moved into a studio apartment in the upper slums of Arc City. With the money he had earned over time, he used it to stay indoors for a few months as he tried to research and master the situation he was in. Eventually he was able to master his werewolf side enough to go back into society. Being a werewolf, Nate was able to meet other people in the same situation as he, and was thus introduced to the supernatural side of Arc City. Years went by and, with Nate’s ability to tell lies and his intuitive senses, he was able to establish himself as a good PI, though most of his clients were in one way or another supernaturally connected. He didn’t mind though.
Other Information: None.
rp sample
June 26, 1987
Mathew Rafferty held his breath. This is it. He told himself. Just relax. Relax…relax! Relax, DAMN IT! He couldn’t relax. He had mixed feelings about this whole thing. He was very unsure at the moment, as he stood there in silence watching for the door at the end to open – he hoped it would open. To him, the door was the only thing that mattered at the moment; nothing else could get him to turn away from it. The music had started but he barely heard it; he wasn’t ready. He thought he wasn’t ready. Yeah, I’m running, he finally thought to himself. Then the doors burst opened. A smile burst from his face. All his fears seemed silly now; he knew he wanted to be here. He had finally relaxed.
***
The girl was nervous, standing in front of the closed doors, staring into nothingness. She was very nervous. She wanted to cry, but refused with all her might to let them out – it might ruin her make-up. God knows how long that took to put on. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. You can do this, Callie.” Her maid-of-honor and best friend, Lucille, encouraged her. Callie Arizona took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready,” she said, her voice shaky. Lucille smiled at her, “Okay, shall we?” The music began to play, it was muted, but it was there. Callie’s pulse started to turn erratic; her nerves were getting the best of her. She wasn’t going to be able to pull this off. Then the doors opened. The sound of the un-muted music deafened her now as she looked around in the expanse of the chapel. Familiar faces greeted her as they turned their heads to look at her, but she didn’t notice. What she did notice was the man at the altar in his perfect black tuxedo, his face jubilant. He smiled at her as she walked down the aisle, and she realized she had been smiling too. As she neared the aisle her nervousness drained away; his presence in itself stifled any bad thoughts away. She knew she would be happy as long as she was with him. She had been with him for only six months though, but she knew she wanted to be with him forever. She knew and he knew. He took her by the hand with a grin as they faced the priest together. They never looked back.
December 12, 1987 – September 28, 1989
The white walls stared back at Mathew as he waited; it seemed like he had been there for days instead of hours – the minutes just dragged by as if time were slowing down. And on this day of all days too, he thought to himself.
The smell of sterile-ness (a mixture of alcohol, detergents, plastic and various other things) was strong in the waiting room where Mathew was. He sat on one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs as he stared at the white walls and the different nurses that came and went through the big double doors where Callie was taken through just hours ago. This would be the last time, Mathew thought to himself. He wasn’t sure Callie could survive another heart-wrenching episode of loss – he knew he couldn’t. Mathew might have looked tough in the outside, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to be through enough to go through the pain and anguish of loss again.
***
Four months after their wedding, Callie and Mathew had decided to get started on the whole “having a family” thing – Callie especially. A month after their decision, Callie got pregnant. They were both over the moon when they found out; Mathew was the most ecstatic though – he wasn’t over the moon, he had just shot through the whole solar system and was on his way back just to do it all over again.
Life was cruel to the couple though. Four weeks after Callie’s first trimester disaster struck. Mathew had just gotten home from work; he was a plumber and thus worked late, when he entered the kitchen. There, he found Callie on the floor, her face white as she lay on a puddle of her own blood, her jeans soaked. Mathew rushed her to the hospital, fearing for Callie’s life – hers and the baby’s. A few weeks later, April 13th 1988 to be exact, Callie and Mathew Rafferty left St. Mary’s hospital with a small box each on their hands – they had lost their first two children.
A few, very long, anguishing months later, the Rafferty couple decided to try again – this time with a little more care – scratch that, a lot more care. When Callie got pregnant, she had herself demoted from regular teacher to substitute teacher at Rackfield Elementary where she taught English; the long hours and the amount of stress just wasn’t good for the baby. Mathew on the other hand tried to stay close to home often – he tried to avoid leaving home altogether, which wasn’t really the best idea for a plumber. After a few arguments about idiocy, and a good whacking with a giant wooden spoon, Mathew’s plan had fallen through. Life was good for the Rafferty household – for a while at least. A month after Callie’s expected due date, she had stomach pains that sent her screaming whenever they came and went, causing Mathew to bring her to the hospital...
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Mathew’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard the double doors swing open. The doctor walked at what seemed like an eternity to Mathew, stopping in front of him. Mathew stood up for the news. He couldn’t figure out what the doctor was going to say – he had feared the worst. The doctor took his mask off and spoke…
behind the scenes
Your name: Avarice
Age: 20
How long have you been RPing? Forgot
Where/How did you find us? Dunno
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