Post by Nate Spencer on Apr 28, 2010 20:33:56 GMT -5
( NO ROOM FOR MY OBSESSION )
NATHAN JAMES SPENCER.
[/b][/color]NATHAN JAMES SPENCER.
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send her back across the sea.
[/b][/color][/center]send her back across the sea.
AGE • 21
WHERE DID YOU FIND US • caution 2.0
CONTACTS • pm is fine.
OTHER CHARACTERS • not yet
ANYTHING ELSE • Not that I know of.
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( ADJUSTS HIS GOGGLES )
as the fog begins to thicken.
[/b][/color][/center]as the fog begins to thicken.
NICKNAMES • Nate, James
DATE OF BIRTH • 12/01/1990
SEXUALITY • Hetrosexual
OCCUPATION • Wants to be a photographer but fixes cars to earn a living now.
INDIAN RESERVATION OR ROANOKE TOWN: Indian Reservation
ALGONQUIAN STABLES/CROATOAN STABLES • Algonquian
CANON/ORIGINAL • CANON
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( IRRESPECTIVE OF THE SUBJECT )
i will make it apply.
[/b][/color][/center]i will make it apply.
EYES • A warm soft brown.
CLOTHING • Nate dresses in T-shirts or even a button down shirt and jeans, often layering a shirt over a plain T-shirt. The comfy the better. He can’t stand any of those garish bright T-shirts, his are usually just one plain colour, favouring black and white. Preferring light jackets he can often be seen in pull over hoodies. He lives in converse shoes. Nate's clothes are usually covered in patches of oil, grease and dirt thanks to his work. If he's not working on cars then he's out in the wilderness hunting for good pictures.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT • 5'6" & 167lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES •
PLAYBY • Taylor Lautner
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( TELL ME THE LOCATION )
i will stand outside.
[/b][/color][/center]i will stand outside.
LIKES • Photography. Solitude. Riding. Hiking. Running. Surfing. Animals. Being in animal form. Music. His Horse. His Dad & Sister. His friends.
DISLIKES • Crowds. Jerks. Boredom. Being cooped up. Liars. Authority. Junk Food. TV. Being pushed around. Extravagance.
STRENGTHS • Loyal. Brave. Tough. Knowledgable about surrounding country, nature and animal behaviour.
WEAKNESSES • Quiet. Can't easily talk to girls. Short temper.
FEARS/SECRETS •
FEARS:
:: His quietness will cause him to end up alone.
:: His sister getting hurt.
:: Losing his temper and hurting someone.
:: Losing his ability to shift
:: Losing Kurai
:: People finding out about his past.
SECRETS:
:: Use to be some what of a rebel and frequently got into trouble with the police.
:: His mother abandoned the family when his younger sister was born.
:: Has only ever had one girlfriend and that didn't end well.
:: Does have an older brother somewhere.
PERSONALITY • Nate is a reserved and a quiet person, he doesn't talk much and doesn't waste words unnecessarily. The only exception to this are the people he considers friends although he still keeps his composed air which some mistake for arrogance. Nate oozes calm and seriousness but if anyone so much as mocks the things or people he cares about in a non jesting context, Nate loses it, he protects and defends those that matter fiercely. His sense of humor is rather dry and sarcasm, for Nate it comes like breathing to him.
He is a loner and rarely trusts others especially women, he never use to be this way but because of the incident with a girl from his past Nate doesn't trust himself around others scared he may lash out at someone again. Despite this he loves his ability revelling in the freedom it gives him.
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( FORCE TOO MANY INTO MY HAND )
and i will not comprehend.
[/b][/color][/center]and i will not comprehend.
Mother: Rosa Spencer, (50)
Father: Russell Spencer (52)
SIBLINGS •
Brother: Simon Spencer (24)
Sister: Jasmine Spencer (15)
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS • None
HISTORY • Nathan James Spencer is the middle child born from Rosa and Russell Spencer, they weren't a wealthy family but they made do. Russell owned his own garage making money by fixing cars and motorbikes teaching Simon and Nathan as they grew. Three years later Jasmine was born and the house was turned upside down, she was a sickly child always ill and in and out of hospital. Rosa soon began to crack, barely holding herself together; she would disappear for days returning full of promises and new hope which crumbled as soon as Jasmine started to wail.
One day Rosa and Simon weren't there, their clothes were gone and their rooms bare. Russell threw himself into his work, tight lipped about the whole affair leaving Nathan to take care of his younger sister. He who had just turned five was caring for a baby; Nate missed out on a normal childhood. As he grew when he came home from school he'd take care of Jasmine, and then once she was settled he'd help his father out with his work. His father tried his hardest for his two remain kids, cooking and cleaning when he could.
Around high school Nate started getting into trouble he'd drink and stay out late since he couldn't face the responsibility waiting for him at home. He felt like he was owed a proper teenager experience having missed a childhood one, what finally snapped him out of it was the girl he had been seeing at the time. She was part of the wrong crowd like him and pretended she came from a troubled home, Nate thought she understood but she didn't, when Nate had to leave a party early because Jazz was back in hospital. This girl threw a tantrum insisting that she didn't want to leave, when he saw his father at the hospital pale and drawn Nate knew that he couldn't do this anymore.
It was when he was working that one customer who was an emergency repair gave Nate a camera to help pay for the work he had done. Nathan found that he had an eye for quality pictures and with both of them working they were finally earning enough for Nate to afford more time away from the garage. It was on one of his expeditions into the surrounding woods that he found Kurai injured, naming him for the dark colour of his coat. Nate took him to the riding school where he helped nurse him to a full recovery, out of the money left from his wages from work after paying his half of the bills Nate paid livery for Kurai to be stabled there.
Nate graduated early leaving school to immediately come to work for his father at the garage, it was then he started noticing some changes in himself. He had vivid dreams of being outside in the surrounding area but from different perspectives, yet when he awoke he’d feel exhausted all day as if he had only slept for a few minutes. He’d wake up to find his clothes missing when he was sure he’d gone to bed in boxers, it got worse, Nate started to awaken in strange places outdoors. He finally learnt what he was one night when he ran into his ex, she mocked his family to a point that Nate lost it. His temper flared and pains began to shoot through his back, only just managing to get away he shifted into a pitch black wolf. His ex had followed him arriving on the scene after he had transformed, Nate lunged at her pinning her to the ground if he hadn’t remembered who he was he would of killed her.
He cut himself off from most human interaction, spendig his time between the garage, the stables and the isolated countryside.
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( PUT ON YOUR GLOVES )
they may protect you.
[/b][/color][/center]they may protect you.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE • The light rudely broke through his curtain creating a dancing dappling pattern blinking on the inside of his eyelid, groaning he shuffled his head to sink it deeper into his pillow. Somewhere in his sub concious he could hear someone moving around the apartment, he pulled his arm free and made a lazy attempt at opening his door, missing the door handle it fell with a thump as his arm connected with the side of his bed. "Sod it" he thought giving up on the idea of shouting to Josh to fetch him caffine. Slumping back in to his light sleep he couldn't be bothered moving. It felt as if time had slowed as his brain was lulling him back into slumber, he didn't even register when someone entered his room. At the slightest touch of his hair it felt like an electric shock down his spine, his eyes snapped wide open as his breathing grew more shallow instead of the restful deep breathing. His breathing soon ceased all together as he held his breath whilst Krystal talked. Licking his lips to moisten them Seb closed his eyes feeling his eyelashes against his cheekbones, trying to take in what Krystal was saying. Only opening them when she left his room, he flipped over onto his back and just lay there a minute digesting everything. Sighing he rolled out of bed snagging his jogging pants off the floor, haphazardly pulling them on. Standing for a moment he dillidailled, pondering over what he was going to say to the girl in his lounge.
"Do I want to be friends with Krys again?" There was no denying that he missed her, he missed their silliness and childishness. When she'd gone there had been a hole in his heart which he couldn't fill, she was meant to be in his life but just not as lovers. Growling in frustration his stomach agreed with his sentiments and demanded he find something edible in the next five minutes, going with his gut Seb thought it would at least give him something to do so he didn't have to face her directly. He padded silently along the hall to his and josh's shared living are, his joggers hugging his waist yet pooling around his ankles so that only the bare minimum of his toes could be seen. He made it all the way to the kitchen before attempting to talk, the first letters stuck in those throat causing him to cough. "Morning Krystal." It sounded sullen to Sebastian's ears and that wasn't how he meant it, he wanted to try and find some balance between them so he could at least be around her without the dagger piercing pains. "If you're going to silently creep into my room like some stalker I would appreciate it if you didn't cut locks of my hair off for your shrine." He ruffled his bed head hair, messing it up where she'd touched it but this time he managed to get his voice to sound some what jovial.
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