Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2013 23:13:42 GMT -5
NAME: Nathaniel
ALIAS: Nathan, should you earn his respect or affection.
AGE: 126 years, though he appears to be no older than 20.
ALLIANCE: Nathanial's allegiance is none other than to his Captain and blade.
DIFFICULTY: Hard
APPEARANCE: A nest of obsidian, as free spirited sometimes as the wind itself, resides upon his head. Coming down in tendrils around his face, which perhaps might annoy him at times, and meeting their end at around chin level. While his face may be delicate; features absolved of the sin of aging, wrinkles and crows feet lost on him. The expression he puts forward reads intuitive and austere. Standing at a normal height of five feet and eleven inches, the man walks with a straight back and airs a conviction - or rather - a sense of duty about him which at times air the idea he's unapproachable. Nathaniel's skin tone is fair, soft to the touch and free of any blemishes where as his frame is skinny and lined with muscles, none noticeable under his cloth, yet firm and toned from years of practice. Lining his slight frame is a makeshift cloak, tattered at the bottom and edges of the sleeve as if he had swam through an ocean of slight razors, and complete with a hood that can cover his face.
PERSONALITY: Like the look he gives off, Nathaniel is a man that breathes diligence. From the slightest heave of his chest to the smallest notion of movement he gives off the impression that everything he does is methodical- so carefully planned out that perhaps nothing he does is of chance. Being under so much attention- the scrutiny that being a VC offers- Nathaniel has learned to control himself under pressure and be constantly aware of his surroundings, knowing and understanding the prestige of his position and the threats that accompany them. Like his Captain he understands respect is of the utmost importance, giving it to those he deems truly worthy, and demanding it of those who equally find him just as endearing; the day he becomes too feeble and weak to command respect will be the day he shall be put to the sword. Because of his idealistic nature he could perhaps come off distant or unapproachable, and while it could in some ways be said true, he is steadfast in the notion that should you wish to approach him concerning a manner or friendly conversation, he would not shoo you away if it is of at least entertaining subjects.
A calm and collected look only goes so deep however. Residing deep within the Shinigami is an anger, a desire of revenge- to take vengeance on those who wronged him- that fuels his desires and intents at nearly all times. Many a time in his life he has been underestimated and undervalued, both as a human and soul reaper. Such circumstances has left a sour taste in his mouth concerning those higher in the hierarchy, putting it upon himself to rip the silver spoons from the mouth of those who look down upon him- tearing down the balconies of the over zealous or ignorant. Do not think Nathaniel a savage though. Words are his weapon of choice more than anything, his silver tongue preferring to convince you to lay down your arms before you find yourself lacking them.
HISTORY: Nathan was born weak and feeble as was his fraternal twin sister. It was known throughout the village that their deaths would be swift, the duo not living past the age of two, sickness overcoming their immune systems like a tsunami. He was always protective of his sister, and seeing her the first to go was most likely the trigger that ended him. The two met on the other side, spirits they were, but also young. Life for them had been but an instant, a cruel one that offered no life lessons. Their desire to stay alive was only fueled by each other so when the time came to meet their end, the chains upon their chest degrading nearly to the point of hollowfication, they willingly allowed it to happen, so long as they were together. That was the plan at least. It was in that instant a group of shinigami came upon them, scouting for lost souls. Unluckily enough it was too late for his sister who had succumb to the sickness that was death, turning into a grotesque creature that sought to consume the same brother she had been holding moments before. In a swift instant his 'sister' was cut down and turned into spirit particles, much to his horror and dismay, as he too was saved and sent to what he would come to know as his home: Soul Society.
His hate for the Shinigami manifested instantly. They had taken what was most precious to him and didn't even spare him the image of her death. When he was told that those of pure heart would return to SS regardless of hollow or human, he sought out to find her, and in time, he did. The girl he found however had no recollection of him nor that night. The very idea crushed him, and that day he swore vengeance upon the Shinigami. And the first step? Becoming one of them. It was simple then, his spiritual power had manifested since his arrival and the academy was actively recruiting. Under their tutelage he was given a zanpakuto and trained in the arts of being a shinigami, the six year course being completed in just over four years. By no standards was he a prodigy, however, he was anything but a normal shinigami. He rose quickly within' the Gotei 13, specifically in squad six, where once he learned his Zanpakuto's name and revealed his shikai, he was given the spot of VC.
Nathaniel never forgot his hate.
For it was his hate that drove him- no- drives him. They would pay.