May 1, 2018 18:12:13 GMT -6
Nathaniel Kerebos Samson | |||||||||
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Nathaniel stands at five foot ten and weighs in at one hundred ninety five pounds, which makes him rather lean looking, with some muscle on his frame, His skin is slightly tanned, and his hair is as dark as a raven which he keeps spiked back normally but most of the time it is worn down. His clothing that he normally wears is a pair of slick pants, and a Ruffled button up shirt which is paired with a overcoat, which is usually opened, the majority of his cloths are black, or a dark blue while the overcoat is either black with blue accents or a vibrant blue with white trimming, Ruby red eyes , and likes to wear leather gloves some times brown, and some times black, both fingered and finger less. He even likes to keep a Katana or some form of short sword at his side if he can, though his preferred choice of weapon is always hidden. S Nathan's Boots are brown leather. If he wears the black overcoat with the blue accents, which he usually has close, his hair is slicked back, and his pants and shoes are blue | |||||||||
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Nathaniel's personality is hard to pin down in a sense that it can be everywhere and no where at the same time. At one point he could be cocky, arrogant and ill-mannered yet at another he could be caring, nice, and considerate of others. The second half is rarely ever to happen due to the fact that he cares not about the emotions or well-being of other people, he'd rather watch a person drown than help them out of the water. Nathaniel doesn't exactly care about the situations and feelings of other people. Why should he of course? When Nathaniel often asks people why they are down or sad (whatever happens to be the case) he doesn't actually care, and only listens so that he can see just how much of an despot they truly are. Another key point about Nathaniel is that he cares not about love or any of the emotions that come with it. To him love gets in the way and complicates the already useless emotions people have. He would rather put himself in the position of making one fall for him before crushing their hopes than be with them. | |||||||||
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Gifted: minor darkness manipulation (limited to small shields & small striker attacks) - Adept shadow teleportation (Master) enhanced speed & strength- Intermediate soul sensory (this allows them to see how pure a soul is in a greyscale spectrum, white being pure and black being impure, natural) -Intermediate and enhanced dexterity (natural) | |||||||||
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Father: Sebastian Samson Mother: Christina Swan Sibings: Child: Alexander Samson | |||||||||
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Nathaniel was born in the "ancient" lands of Great Britain, when it was known as Britannia. His mother and father were both rather well off for the times, the father a rather known and distinguished executioner and his mother stayed at him to raise him. The males younger years blurred together like a fine thread often forgotten during the passage of time, but his most memorable memory was of the time his father fell protecting them, after an attack on the small settlement that they called home. They had lived outside of the area in which his father did his duties, but on this day, a small group of bandits laid waste to their home and in the process his father. The teenage male at that point in time watched in hiding as his father was killed in front of him and his mother taken away with most of the other women. By the time that the knights had arrived it had been too late. The following years, the young male took up his fathers mantle and became an executioner in his own right and only two years after, he had gotten his justice. Life for him had toned down a bit. The now rather...seasoned male had a son and wife of his own, living as a man in his mid twenties he had been quite happy. Even if he had been happy, betrayal was right on his doorstep. A knight whom he had known for quite a while had been plotting on taking his woman for his own, a beautiful lass whom Nathaniel had cared so much for. In the coming nights his life was slowly ticking to a close. He invited the knight and a couple of his friends to partake in dinner to celebrate the year of his anniversary with his wife, an event that many people both had known were attending...all except for his parents and son. The knight and his friends poisoned his meal, causing a huge uproar as a result. What they thought would kill him only caused rage as Nathaniel overheard them in his dying breaths and moved to strike them all down. Fighting ensured before he had finally fell at the hands of the poison and a sword to the stomach. In his last breath he saw his wife die and his house burned. Darkness had slowly encroached upon his life as the only thing he remembered was the crackling of fire around him. Nathaniel remembered nothing after that and had woken up in a room covered in rags and two chairs. Sitting in one he was confused on how he had been alive after being stabbed and poisoned before a single voice rung out to him from the other seat. Notifying him of not only his death, but the events after...the male offered him a choice. At first Nathaniel asked so many questions before only one was answered. The entities name was only given to him, Thanatos. The offer? Serve as his servant or go back into the afterlife. He had not known how many years had gone by after he died...but the welling anger and hatred he felt...he wanted that to be appeased. Taking the offer the two shook hands before he was given a new body. One with all of his memories but young enough, eternal you could say. His eyes opened again for the first time near the town in which he had been killed, his first thought was to look over his body and smile...finally vengeance would be his. To simply put it into words, he killed the Knight and his entire family, his feeling finally subsiding as he sighed and wondered what to do next. With his new life, he watched his son grow up from the shadows and watched over his grandkids and their kids, every generation up until now as they moved from their British home to the lands of America. As a result he found himself in the market doing "odd" jobs for people. | |||||||||
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Despite being 150+ he retains the body of a 17 yr old (sometimes acting his age as well). To this day he only knows of one of his descendants though he has never interacted with any of them. | |||||||||
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