Age: 17
Gender: Male
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Black with a streak of white
Height: 6'4"
Body Type: Wiry
Skin Color: Pale
God Parent: Thanatos
Mortal Parent: Susan Trust
Country of Origin: Canada
Pets:
Talents: Poetry, Singing, Clever(good with solving riddles)
Skills: Gymnastics, sword fighting (sickles), running
Powers: Shadow travel (At current level can only travel ten miles per use. Has to wait about ten hours between uses. If he trie to overextend himself he can cause serious mental damage.)
Abilities: Seeing and speaking to the dead
Weapons: A pair of Stygian iron sickles
Personality: Nathan Trust ironically has severe trust issues. He is a loner, and prefers to stay away from other people. This is not because he hates people. It is, in fact, the opposite. He loves easily, but he fears getting close to anyone and possibly hurting them. He refuses to let anyone come close to him. If someone does manage to befriend him, he will protect them to the death. When he is alone, he dreams of what life would be like without his curse. He often writes poetry and songs, which he then sings himself to sleep with. He is courageous, honest, kind, but solitary.
Flaws: Paranoia, does not value his own life, considers his demigodhood a curse
Life before CHB: Nathan lived a fairly normal life at first. He lived in frigid Edmonton Alberta Canada, cursing the mosquitos in the summer and cursing the cold I the winter. They didn't have much money, but they had enough to afford heating and good winter clothing. At first everything was great. But one night, when he was twelve, his mother suffered a fatal heart attack and died in his arms. He was passed through foster homes, but whenever he got close to them they too would would die. One night, when he was sent to a new faster home, he fled, beginning his life on the run. He found his sickles one day in a graveyard, when he was suddenly attacked by several shambling corpses, each of them wielding Stygian iron weapons. He was saved by the sudden appearance of a satyr Protector, who had been tracking his scent. Together they managed to escape, defeating one of the skeletons, after which Nathan snatched its two Stygian iron sickles. The Protector then took him to Camp Half Blood, where Nathan hoped to find a cure for his curse. At the camp he learned the nature of his curse. His ancestor was the Ancient Greek Tantalus, who was cursed to spent the afterlife in a pool of water under a fruit tree, yet could not eat or drink. Nathan, as one of his descendants, is cursed to lose all those that grow close to him.
RP Example: "No! It can't be happening again, no, please!" I cried. But it was no use. I could see the life slowly draining out of her. "No mom, please no!"
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