Physical Information (Required)
Race: Vantha
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Born: Winter 490 AV
Age: 23
Hair: Black
Skin:Pale
Eyes: Depends on the mood
Height:5'10
Weight:130 lbs.
Physical Description
Character Concept
Personality – Nathaniel has been one of the quiet ones from day one. Always preferring to write down his thoughts, feelings, and ideas; rather than speak them. A pushover and a crowd pleaser, Nathaniel will go through great lengths to bring happiness to others. Even if it may be at the cost of his own. Over time, between these traits, his troubled history, and his overbearing “significant other”, Nathaniel has developed an anxiety disorder consisting of either spontaneous retching or a psychosis-induced limp in his right leg whenever too much pressure is placed upon him. Though, dealing with such issues over so long has given Nathaniel an iron-will and a fortified psyche matched by very few. Overall, Nathaniel is miserable, but he remains an optimist with stronger morals than most, in spite of everything.
Ethics – Nathaniel's morals are those bordering a charitable clergymen, simply without the restrictions and rules. He has little hesitation going out of his way for someone close to him, and at times, complete strangers. However, being nothing of a socialite, whenever the need arises for more extreme interference, such as protecting a mugging victim or giving a speech on behalf of charity, Nathaniel simply looks the other way.
Likes – Nathaniel has always been one for reading and writing. Picking up books as soon as he was old enough to read and seemingly never without one, since. Be it one of his own writing or that of someone else's. He also enjoys long nights of drinking and hanging around taverns for the sake of some good music as well as the theatre.
Dislikes – Nathaniel doesn't dislike a great many things other than critics and bad manners, as well as a wasted meal.
Character History (Optional But Recommended)
Pre-Creation – Born into oblivion. If it were cold. Nathaniel was born in 490 AV in the confines of Avanthal to a long line of writers, poets, artists, and other creationists belonging to the Hold of Snowsong. One of the longest lines in the history of Mizahar, in fact. Born and bred to continue the family legacy of which they were so proud of, Nathaniel was groomed by his parents since day one to become a writer. Though, the grooming wasn't in the traditional sense.
Since he'd learned to read, Nathaniel's parents had locked him in a singular room for hours, forcing him to learn the prose, style, mood, tone; everything one could imagine from every author which Nathaniel's mind could contain. This is a room they merely called “the Sanctum”. It was here where Nathaniel had honed his skills as a writer. The sad part of it all was that he'd actually ENJOYED it. Nathaniel had assumed his father, the playwrite, had received the same treatment he did as a child. Locked in a room. Forced to solitude day by day. But Nathaniel loved it. The smell of old books. The prose of the authors of ancient. It was home to him. It let the creativity of a world anew flow from him. An endless geyser of his imagination. However, as with all good things, this could only last so long. Sometime in his teenage years, word had gotten out to the public that the Sanctum withheld books from long ago. Some were even rumored to come from other continents other than Mizahar. And being that books were so rare, especially those from ancient times as well as the possibility other continents of the inhabited world, others became curious. Then greedy. Nathaniel's family had become shunned and hated by the people of Avanthal. After being asked time and time again to share the books they had locked within the Sanctum, Nathaniel's parents had still refused.
Over time, the people of Avanthal only grew more curious as to what secrets might lie within the Sanctum. And thus, they went to the Queen of Avanthal herself to ask something be done.
With a matter as important and as widespread amongst her people as this, the Queen had sent her personal representative along with roughly six members of the Icewatch to command divine and regal edict upon the Falkenrath family, and to once and for all retrieve the books from them and make them available to the public of Avanthal.
Nathaniel remembers the night well. It was during a blizzard and the winds outside his window were raging. Rattling the very foundation of his home. Unable to sleep, Nathaniel had laid there, jumping from idea to idea in his head as to what to write about next. Suddenly, his father had slammed through his bedroom door, bloodied and battered. Gasping for air as he slammed it shut behind him and propped himself against it.
“Your mother is slain, Nathaniel. I shall be soon, as well.” Nathaniel's eyes widened and his heart leaped for his throat as he gripped his covers. “There's no time to panic, boy! Within the Sanctum is a series of books. They're bound in an inky black leather and cold to the touch. Not like the others though. Feeling this book leaves you cold inside and out. It's called the “Anima Capillaribus”. You MUST retrieve these books. No matter how long it takes. No matter how much the cost; these books are our famiy's legacy and, alone, it shall make you what you are destined to become. Like me, and my father before me. You may not be able to read them at first, but when the time is right, the Eye of the Falkenrath herself shall show you the way. Now run! Get out of here! They're coming!”
There was an immidiate bang on the door after Nathaniel's father had finished speaking. Nathaniel knew it was the Icewatch coming to claim their lives for resisting the edict of the Godqueen. With his father buying him time, Nathaniel grabbed his prized posession, the pen that's been passed through his family for generations, opened his window, and climbed out. Stuck on what to do, Nathaniel panicked. Doing the only thing he could think of, Nathaniel walked over to the edge and spotted one of the Icewatch surrounding the building in order to keep the curious at bay. Luckily, he wasn't within sight of the others. Nathaniel dangled his legs over the edge of his second-story roof and prepared himself to drop. Upon hearing the Icewatch breach the door his father was barricading, Nathaniel leapt to the ground, turning it into a softer summersault to reduce both sound, and the damage dealt to his legs. Upon recover, sparing no time, Nathaniel ensured he still had his pen which his father had given to him, the “family heirloom”, and began to sneak past the Icewatch guard through the dead of night.
After getting a safe distance from the guard and from the house, Nathaniel ran. He ran harder than he'd ever ran before. He ran until his veins pumped acid, then he ran some more. Until he was unto the outskirts of town. From there, he'd begin anew. Until fate called upon him again.
Being unwelcome within the walls of Avanthal, Nathaniel now resides in the city of Syliras, living with his Human wife, Evelyn, who evidently “settled” for Nathaniel, and refuses to return the love he often attempts to give her. Living on a writer's salary in a commonwealth apartment, Nathaniel spends his days and nights writing books, poetry, and articles and sells them to whoever'll buy them.
Post Creation _
Training & Skill Points (Required)
- 15 Storytelling (RB/SP)
15 Writing (SP)
10 Intelligence (SP)
10 Calligraphy (SP)
5 Rhetoric (SP)
- 1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included)
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Food for a week
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel
1 Sword Cane
Elaborate, archaic pen (Heirloom)
- 565 GM
+7/day (Writer)
-3/day (Common Apartment)