Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Oct 18, 2005 18:13:58 GMT
Name.
Nathan VanAlystir (N.V. for short. say it aloud, you'll get it)
Age.
19
D.O.B
June 6, 1986
Height.
5'10 1/2
Weight
135
Hair style
Dark chocolate hues with lighter accents, short, barely reaches his shoulders, but very long bangs always cover his left eye.
Eye Colour
Green in right, white in left.
Physical Description: (At least three line para, think like an intro)
Nathan had entered the scene. N.V., the wannabe glamrock god. He made being a wannabe fashionable. Long slender legs were painted with black leather trousers, slitted from the wider boot-cut ankles, to the knees. Thin black ribbon laced through to keep the materials from flapping about. Stretched over a lean yet slender upper half was a sleeveless red nylon shirt. Showed the glint of nipple rings, and the chained gecko tattoo on the left side of his chest. Over that shirt, a very ripped,worn, and patched-up black rabbit fur coat. Jangling bracelets adorned his wrists, and around his neck was a large pink feather boa. On his feet were a pair of tall black combat boots, painted with silver flames. Kohl and lipgloss was the only makeup he wore. What rabbit-soft mixed mocha strands didn't cover of his face looked untouched and beautiful. Still unravaged by time, except the large green eye that stared out at the world was utterly devoid of expression. Devoid of light or life, like a doll's eye. Staring straight through the clouds as if he could see the stars on the other side. Beneath his hair veil showed what time could do. White scars trailing a pattern from forehead to chin, not puckered but still just as strange. And a single white eye. Not so much milky, as it just simply had no sign that an iris or pupil had ever been there. Parched lips curled into a vague smile as he started off down the street with fluid grace.
Situation and Occupation before the Collapse: (Ten years ago remember, again at least a paragraph)
Nathan was fourteen at the time, skipping school to study pyrotechnics under his uncle. Nathan helped him develop destructive and highly technological bombs, as his uncle was stockpiling them before he died right after the Collapse. Along with assisting his uncle, N.V. also worked at the front desk of his electronics store, being paid under the table and all that. Child labor laws, you know.
Situation and Occupation Presently:(again, at least a paragraph)
Bomb expert for Stoneage. He was introduced to Max by another member, and showed off his skills with pyrotechnics. To which he was chastised and given awful looks about his clothing, but he was sheerly stubborn enough for Max to allow him to follow them back to base. He'd created his own little universe in the corner of a room, where he builds and develops his bombs and triggers, usually keeping quiet and to himself. However when he's given the opportunity to blow things up, he does get a happy glimmer in his eye.
Address: (eg, Tower 43, Floor 15, Apartment 15/2)
He mostly sleeps at the Stoneage base, or whatever apartment he manages to weasel his way into for a night.
Skills:
Nathan is capeable of building nanochips, and bombs so small they could fit inside of a tooth filling, but could create a three-foot-in-diameter explosion. Enough to explode a person's head, let's just say. He's also very skilled with creating censors and remote triggers for his bombs that can be activated from half a mile away for the smallest, and miles upon miles away for the largest. He is able to make bombs out of just about anything, and though he despises The System, he uses technology to his every advantage. One might never know where he has bombs or triggers stashed upon his person.
Aspirations:
Nathan's main aspiration is to blow up the world. Though he would definately be expunged from Stoneage if he even attempted to pretend that's what he really wanted, he's settled with the same aspiration most of them have, to take down The System and allow humans to choose their own way of life.
Nathan VanAlystir (N.V. for short. say it aloud, you'll get it)
Age.
19
D.O.B
June 6, 1986
Height.
5'10 1/2
Weight
135
Hair style
Dark chocolate hues with lighter accents, short, barely reaches his shoulders, but very long bangs always cover his left eye.
Eye Colour
Green in right, white in left.
Physical Description: (At least three line para, think like an intro)
Nathan had entered the scene. N.V., the wannabe glamrock god. He made being a wannabe fashionable. Long slender legs were painted with black leather trousers, slitted from the wider boot-cut ankles, to the knees. Thin black ribbon laced through to keep the materials from flapping about. Stretched over a lean yet slender upper half was a sleeveless red nylon shirt. Showed the glint of nipple rings, and the chained gecko tattoo on the left side of his chest. Over that shirt, a very ripped,worn, and patched-up black rabbit fur coat. Jangling bracelets adorned his wrists, and around his neck was a large pink feather boa. On his feet were a pair of tall black combat boots, painted with silver flames. Kohl and lipgloss was the only makeup he wore. What rabbit-soft mixed mocha strands didn't cover of his face looked untouched and beautiful. Still unravaged by time, except the large green eye that stared out at the world was utterly devoid of expression. Devoid of light or life, like a doll's eye. Staring straight through the clouds as if he could see the stars on the other side. Beneath his hair veil showed what time could do. White scars trailing a pattern from forehead to chin, not puckered but still just as strange. And a single white eye. Not so much milky, as it just simply had no sign that an iris or pupil had ever been there. Parched lips curled into a vague smile as he started off down the street with fluid grace.
Situation and Occupation before the Collapse: (Ten years ago remember, again at least a paragraph)
Nathan was fourteen at the time, skipping school to study pyrotechnics under his uncle. Nathan helped him develop destructive and highly technological bombs, as his uncle was stockpiling them before he died right after the Collapse. Along with assisting his uncle, N.V. also worked at the front desk of his electronics store, being paid under the table and all that. Child labor laws, you know.
Situation and Occupation Presently:(again, at least a paragraph)
Bomb expert for Stoneage. He was introduced to Max by another member, and showed off his skills with pyrotechnics. To which he was chastised and given awful looks about his clothing, but he was sheerly stubborn enough for Max to allow him to follow them back to base. He'd created his own little universe in the corner of a room, where he builds and develops his bombs and triggers, usually keeping quiet and to himself. However when he's given the opportunity to blow things up, he does get a happy glimmer in his eye.
Address: (eg, Tower 43, Floor 15, Apartment 15/2)
He mostly sleeps at the Stoneage base, or whatever apartment he manages to weasel his way into for a night.
Skills:
Nathan is capeable of building nanochips, and bombs so small they could fit inside of a tooth filling, but could create a three-foot-in-diameter explosion. Enough to explode a person's head, let's just say. He's also very skilled with creating censors and remote triggers for his bombs that can be activated from half a mile away for the smallest, and miles upon miles away for the largest. He is able to make bombs out of just about anything, and though he despises The System, he uses technology to his every advantage. One might never know where he has bombs or triggers stashed upon his person.
Aspirations:
Nathan's main aspiration is to blow up the world. Though he would definately be expunged from Stoneage if he even attempted to pretend that's what he really wanted, he's settled with the same aspiration most of them have, to take down The System and allow humans to choose their own way of life.
