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by redline2400 9/4/2015, 11:40 pmName: Nathan David Scott, goes by "Nate" if you prefer to call him that.
Age & DoB: 16; July 7th, 1999
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color & Length: Brown & Short. Kind of a buzz cut, but it's a bit grown out from there.
Height: 5 feet 8 inches (about 1.75 meters or so)
Weight: 157lbs (71kg)
Race/Skin Tone/Ethnicity: Caucasian/White/Scottish
Body Type: Nate has an average build.
Appearance: While he is relatively small, Nate is noticeably in shape from the sports that he played growing up, along with some muscle he gained durring his training he received at the wolf house.
Hometown: Odessa, Texas, United States of America
Accent: Central Texan
God Parent: Angerona
Mortal Parent: Adam Scott, a Lieutenant in the Texas Highway Patrol. How he met Angerona back when he was new to the THP. Made a routine stop one night outside of Fort Worth and the two hit it off from there.
Country of Origin: United States of America
Pets: None, save for a goldfish when he was 5. It's since been long dead.
Talents:
- Eavesdropping: Why? His mom is the goddess of, like, secrets and such. Why NOT make him good at something like picking up on conversations he's not supposed to be in? Also good at listening to conversions he is supposed to be in.
- Knowing When to Keep His Mouth Shut: Silence IS a virtue, and is especially handy when dealing with sensitive information. Given that his mom is the goddess of keeping secrets, it should come to little surprise that he knows when to and, better yet, when not to speak up. Might just help keep him alive. Or not.
- Near-Silent Movement: Self explanatory, but comes quite easy for him. Must be in his genes or something...
Skills:
- Athletics: Nate has, over time, become good at being a receiver football, track, and cross country
Weapons: Nathan mains an imperial gold spatha he calls Abrams, but rocks an imperial gold pugio as well. The pugio is for all those times when a sword is too high profile, but is on him at all times.
Armor: Standard Roman armor, Nate doesn't like to stand out too much.
Personality: Nathan, while quiet most of the time, will speak up if he sees the need to. He can handle his own in a conversation, as he tries his best not to be labeled as a quiet freak. However, his silent nature has brought him a reputation as an antisocial freak, which he will quickly deny. He will also try to move up in any sort of manipulable hierarchy.
Strengths:
- Stealth: Small size + quiet movement = the perfect formula for being stealthy.
- Speed: His short size and lightweight body allows for him to be quick on his feet.
Weaknesses:
- General Combat Skill: He's not that great at conventional combat. He can hold his own, but isn't going to be the kind of solider to make an impact on the battle
Flaws:
- Not Knowing When to Keep His Mouth Shut: Ironically, a son of the goddess of silence isn't actually that silent himself. In fact, he's been known to run his mouth off at the wrong people at the wrong times. This can lead to trouble obviously, hence causing this to be a flaw.
- Weak Arm: Nate broke his left arm awhile back, so he relies heavily his right arm if he ever needs to use one arm. Like, say, he's riding a bike. He's not going to ride with only the left arm holding to the handlebars or he'll loose control. But if he uses only the right arm, he's fine.
- Selective Loyalties: While Nate can come off seemingly loyal, he will turn on you if you A) lose his approval/friendship or B) are a two faced turd and won't have too many people mourning you. But to those who don't fall into those categories, you're pretty much safe from him turning on you.
- Tryhard (Seriously): Nate is one for hard work. In fact, he'll work so hard that he might wear himself out to the point of (unintentional) harm.
- Ready to Fight: Despite his passable combat skills, he's ready to pounce at a moment's notice into a fight.
- His Height: Despite all the speed benefits, Nate has always wished to be taller.
Likes:
Music Wise: 1960s - Early 2000s country (the new crap is just pop with steel guitars), 1960s - 1990s rock and 21st century alt. rock, house music.
Everything Else: Skateboarding (had a fad back in 6th grade), Texas A&M's football program (his dad is alumni), German & Italian cars
Dislikes:
Music Wise: Modern country, modern pop, 90% of rap (he can't tolerate modern but can listen to some 90s or 80s without much trouble)
Everything Else: Bad manners, laziness, people who are disrespectful to authority
Abilities:
- Keeper of Secrets (or Else): Hey, what would you know! The son of the secrets goddess is supposed to keep those secrets. Share one with him and it's supposed to be like not sharing one at all. And if he does try to tell...he'll be able to, actually. But not without some physical pain to make sure he understands that he's not supposed to be the snitching type.
Fears:
- Getting sick
- Losing a limb
- Flying on airplanes
Powers:
None
Social Status: Drifter
New to Camp: Yes.
Life Before CJ:
Nathan was from Odessa, a city in Texas. Ok, he isn't exactly from Odessa; he's actually from the Roman equivalent of Mt. Olympus. But he doesn't really know that, so he's from Odessa as far as he's concerned. Along those same lines, he has met his mom before, but since this was for only days after his birth and he has no memory of this, he has never truly met his mother.
Due to his father being a police officer, Nate grew up a very responsible kid, understanding authority and his place in society. Along with that, the many sports he was involved in also had an impact on his life, making him a hard worker and teaching him how to take responsibility for his actions. While he was by no means a star player on his teams, he pulled his weight in making sure that games ended in a victory for whatever team his was on.
But while his childhood was good most of the time, there were times where things got strange. Specifically the times after he saw familiar faces when riding along with his dad. Every once in awhile, Nate would take the shoutgun seat in the Crown Victoria Interceptor his dad drove for work and would observe what happened. Most of the time, it was just pulling over drunks and speeders and people who hadn't replaced their plate tags. Routine stuff. But sometimes, the routine stops weren't so routine. Case in point, the time his nehibor got pulled over for speeding and they found a cooler full of meth in the back of his Tundra. The next day, being the 12 year old idiot he was, he told this to some friends and was sent home early with flu symptoms. And there was also that time when he told Jimmy about the time he saw his mom cheating on his dad after being stopped for expired tags and woke up in the ER several hours later after apparently passing out.
Whenever he told his friends about the times he saw someone he knew about get pulled over, something always happened to him. After about the tenth time this happened, Nate had decided that to avoid unexplained injury, it's probably best not to speak about what happened during the ride-alongs. And while the passing out and random flu symptoms stopped, he grew more anxious. By the time he was 14, Nate had seen so much that he was about as mature as the kids going to Permian. But he wanted to let the world know what he had seen, but knew that he would suffer for it. This continued until one day, in the middle of lunch, the urge to speak out was too great to subdue any longer. He got right up onto a table and told the whole room everything. Every single piece of dirt that he found out about over the last two years. All of it. And then he passed out.
By the time he came to, a week had passed. After being cleared to leave the hospital, his dad told him to pack a bag as they were to head to California. Now he never said why they were going, but Nate knew better than to question. A day or two later, he was dropped off outside of a burnt mansion in the woods of California, only to be greeted by a pack of wolves after his dad sped off. And it was at that moment his life had taken a turn for the supernatural.
How he Got To CJ: After leaving the wolf house at in the beginning of June this year, he had only a few days until his 16th birthday (his 15th was only after a few days he arrived and Nate spent the past year training there). However, he had no chance to celebrate it as he was instructed to find the entrance to some camp outside of the Caldecott Tunnel in Berkeley. And, armed with only the vague directions he was given, Nate ran for the hills, somehow managing to evade the monster attacks along the way. Now, I'm going to start off my RPing with him actually arriving at camp for the first time, so we'll see how that plays out once he's approved.
RP Example: You know, I'm just going to skip this if that's ok with the approvers.
Any Notes: Owns a mp3 player
Age & DoB: 16; July 7th, 1999
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color & Length: Brown & Short. Kind of a buzz cut, but it's a bit grown out from there.
Height: 5 feet 8 inches (about 1.75 meters or so)
Weight: 157lbs (71kg)
Race/Skin Tone/Ethnicity: Caucasian/White/Scottish
Body Type: Nate has an average build.
Appearance: While he is relatively small, Nate is noticeably in shape from the sports that he played growing up, along with some muscle he gained durring his training he received at the wolf house.
Hometown: Odessa, Texas, United States of America
Accent: Central Texan
God Parent: Angerona
Mortal Parent: Adam Scott, a Lieutenant in the Texas Highway Patrol. How he met Angerona back when he was new to the THP. Made a routine stop one night outside of Fort Worth and the two hit it off from there.
Country of Origin: United States of America
Pets: None, save for a goldfish when he was 5. It's since been long dead.
Talents:
- Eavesdropping: Why? His mom is the goddess of, like, secrets and such. Why NOT make him good at something like picking up on conversations he's not supposed to be in? Also good at listening to conversions he is supposed to be in.
- Knowing When to Keep His Mouth Shut: Silence IS a virtue, and is especially handy when dealing with sensitive information. Given that his mom is the goddess of keeping secrets, it should come to little surprise that he knows when to and, better yet, when not to speak up. Might just help keep him alive. Or not.
- Near-Silent Movement: Self explanatory, but comes quite easy for him. Must be in his genes or something...
Skills:
- Athletics: Nate has, over time, become good at being a receiver football, track, and cross country
Weapons: Nathan mains an imperial gold spatha he calls Abrams, but rocks an imperial gold pugio as well. The pugio is for all those times when a sword is too high profile, but is on him at all times.
Armor: Standard Roman armor, Nate doesn't like to stand out too much.
Personality: Nathan, while quiet most of the time, will speak up if he sees the need to. He can handle his own in a conversation, as he tries his best not to be labeled as a quiet freak. However, his silent nature has brought him a reputation as an antisocial freak, which he will quickly deny. He will also try to move up in any sort of manipulable hierarchy.
Strengths:
- Stealth: Small size + quiet movement = the perfect formula for being stealthy.
- Speed: His short size and lightweight body allows for him to be quick on his feet.
Weaknesses:
- General Combat Skill: He's not that great at conventional combat. He can hold his own, but isn't going to be the kind of solider to make an impact on the battle
Flaws:
- Not Knowing When to Keep His Mouth Shut: Ironically, a son of the goddess of silence isn't actually that silent himself. In fact, he's been known to run his mouth off at the wrong people at the wrong times. This can lead to trouble obviously, hence causing this to be a flaw.
- Weak Arm: Nate broke his left arm awhile back, so he relies heavily his right arm if he ever needs to use one arm. Like, say, he's riding a bike. He's not going to ride with only the left arm holding to the handlebars or he'll loose control. But if he uses only the right arm, he's fine.
- Selective Loyalties: While Nate can come off seemingly loyal, he will turn on you if you A) lose his approval/friendship or B) are a two faced turd and won't have too many people mourning you. But to those who don't fall into those categories, you're pretty much safe from him turning on you.
- Tryhard (Seriously): Nate is one for hard work. In fact, he'll work so hard that he might wear himself out to the point of (unintentional) harm.
- Ready to Fight: Despite his passable combat skills, he's ready to pounce at a moment's notice into a fight.
- His Height: Despite all the speed benefits, Nate has always wished to be taller.
Likes:
Music Wise: 1960s - Early 2000s country (the new crap is just pop with steel guitars), 1960s - 1990s rock and 21st century alt. rock, house music.
Everything Else: Skateboarding (had a fad back in 6th grade), Texas A&M's football program (his dad is alumni), German & Italian cars
Dislikes:
Music Wise: Modern country, modern pop, 90% of rap (he can't tolerate modern but can listen to some 90s or 80s without much trouble)
Everything Else: Bad manners, laziness, people who are disrespectful to authority
Abilities:
- Keeper of Secrets (or Else): Hey, what would you know! The son of the secrets goddess is supposed to keep those secrets. Share one with him and it's supposed to be like not sharing one at all. And if he does try to tell...he'll be able to, actually. But not without some physical pain to make sure he understands that he's not supposed to be the snitching type.
Fears:
- Getting sick
- Losing a limb
- Flying on airplanes
Powers:
None
Social Status: Drifter
New to Camp: Yes.
Life Before CJ:
Nathan was from Odessa, a city in Texas. Ok, he isn't exactly from Odessa; he's actually from the Roman equivalent of Mt. Olympus. But he doesn't really know that, so he's from Odessa as far as he's concerned. Along those same lines, he has met his mom before, but since this was for only days after his birth and he has no memory of this, he has never truly met his mother.
Due to his father being a police officer, Nate grew up a very responsible kid, understanding authority and his place in society. Along with that, the many sports he was involved in also had an impact on his life, making him a hard worker and teaching him how to take responsibility for his actions. While he was by no means a star player on his teams, he pulled his weight in making sure that games ended in a victory for whatever team his was on.
But while his childhood was good most of the time, there were times where things got strange. Specifically the times after he saw familiar faces when riding along with his dad. Every once in awhile, Nate would take the shoutgun seat in the Crown Victoria Interceptor his dad drove for work and would observe what happened. Most of the time, it was just pulling over drunks and speeders and people who hadn't replaced their plate tags. Routine stuff. But sometimes, the routine stops weren't so routine. Case in point, the time his nehibor got pulled over for speeding and they found a cooler full of meth in the back of his Tundra. The next day, being the 12 year old idiot he was, he told this to some friends and was sent home early with flu symptoms. And there was also that time when he told Jimmy about the time he saw his mom cheating on his dad after being stopped for expired tags and woke up in the ER several hours later after apparently passing out.
Whenever he told his friends about the times he saw someone he knew about get pulled over, something always happened to him. After about the tenth time this happened, Nate had decided that to avoid unexplained injury, it's probably best not to speak about what happened during the ride-alongs. And while the passing out and random flu symptoms stopped, he grew more anxious. By the time he was 14, Nate had seen so much that he was about as mature as the kids going to Permian. But he wanted to let the world know what he had seen, but knew that he would suffer for it. This continued until one day, in the middle of lunch, the urge to speak out was too great to subdue any longer. He got right up onto a table and told the whole room everything. Every single piece of dirt that he found out about over the last two years. All of it. And then he passed out.
By the time he came to, a week had passed. After being cleared to leave the hospital, his dad told him to pack a bag as they were to head to California. Now he never said why they were going, but Nate knew better than to question. A day or two later, he was dropped off outside of a burnt mansion in the woods of California, only to be greeted by a pack of wolves after his dad sped off. And it was at that moment his life had taken a turn for the supernatural.
How he Got To CJ: After leaving the wolf house at in the beginning of June this year, he had only a few days until his 16th birthday (his 15th was only after a few days he arrived and Nate spent the past year training there). However, he had no chance to celebrate it as he was instructed to find the entrance to some camp outside of the Caldecott Tunnel in Berkeley. And, armed with only the vague directions he was given, Nate ran for the hills, somehow managing to evade the monster attacks along the way. Now, I'm going to start off my RPing with him actually arriving at camp for the first time, so we'll see how that plays out once he's approved.
RP Example: You know, I'm just going to skip this if that's ok with the approvers.
Any Notes: Owns a mp3 player
Last edited by redline2400 on 9/7/2015, 6:58 am; edited 12 times in total
