ＢＬＡＣＫＯＵＴ || ＧＡＮＧ ＲＰ || ＣＬＯＳＥＤ

[eden .]

Caught up, and I can't feel my hands. No need to chase.
Can you relate? Can you keep up the pace like you're dying for this?

I'm only getting started. I won't blackout.
This time I got nothing to waste.
Let's go a little higher I'm on fire. I won't blackout.
I'm on my way.

I'm only getting started and I can't see you face,
Cigarette the wrong way. Inhale to the top of my lungs
Are you dying for this?

And when you say "I'm not okay", I left my phone in the cab.
Now you can't get me.
I'm only getting started, I won't blackout.
I'm on my way.

I'm only getting started. I won't blackout.
This time I got nothing to waste.
Let's go a little higher I'm on fire. I won't blackout.
I'm on my way. I'm only getting started.

This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
going and going and going and go

This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
going and going and going and go

I'm only getting started. I won't blackout.
This time I got nothing to waste.
Let's go a little higher I'm on fire. I won't blackout.
I'm on my way. I'm only getting started.

This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
going and going and going and go
I'm only getting started.

This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
This won't stop till I say so.
going and going and going and go
I'm only getting started.

Blackout by Breathe Carolina

[eden .]

Can you keep up the pace?

When a harmless dare turns sour, the trio involved suddenly, tragically finds their number decreased to two, and without anywhere else to turn each forsakes the other to blame for the third's untimely death. As this tragedy spreads throughout the decrepit and decaying city festering with poverty, murder, drugs, and violence, supporters for the two survivors of the trio split into two separate gangs to punish the other side and at the same time prove that they're more than just another face in another neighborhood that no one bother's to care about anymore.

Will your name be remembered?

ＴＨＥ ＲＯＭＡＮＯＳ are led by the one woman of the tragic trio. While unrequited, her love for the dead third drove her hatred for the other surviving man who started the entire dare in the first place. Vengeful and self-proclaimed judges of their area--and the entire city--their moral compass may be considered straightforward, but is cold and unforgiving. An eye for an eye, an arm for an arm, a life for a life. They hold little sympathy for anyone. thus, their fighting style is merciless, cold, calculated, and disturbingly thorough and meticulous. They rule their area of the city with an iron fist and expect the best out of their members.
Their leader is a woman who's only goal is, upon blaming the surviving man for the death of her would-be love, destroying his gang and take his life away, no matter the cost.

ＴＨＥ ＤＡＵＮＴＬＥＳＳ are led by the best friend and partner in crime of the dead. Being the instigator of the entire act in the first place, he's blamed by the Romano leader for the death of his best friend. Unwilling and defiantly denying any blame, he instead insisted that the woman was the one who pushed him over the edge. The gang is reckless and arrogant, constantly testing each other in challenges that more or less are fatal. Their area is chaotic and without real discipline, where members of the same gang might challenge each other to a brawl just because they can. Their fighting style is more dirty, but subtlety is not their strong suit -- or perhaps they have no patience for it. In any case, they tend to charge into fights instead of thinking through a plan.
Their leader is a man who's determined to prove that he's not the one to blame, and he's determined to prove that he's also the best leader of the best gang in the city. Forever competitive, this guy is going for complete domination simply for the sake of winning.

You're dying for this...

It was a quiet night. The air was muggy and hard to breathe in, the humidity sticking at the top of Eden's throat. She flared her nostrils impatiently, glancing up at the sky. Not a cloud, yet the air felt heavy with moisture. The moon's white face stared passingly at her as she slipped past alley after alley, drinking in the clear poverty of the neighborhood with a sour taste in her mouth. She was just another hooligan from another suburb that no one even knew existed. To think that she was stuck here for good. Fighting the sneer that was creeping onto her face, Eden jogged over to the other two boys, her steps light and silent after years of running. It was like it was the only thing to do in this place: run. Run and never look back. If you did, you'd remember what you're running from.

Quinton turned as she approach and threw her a small apologetic smile. Eden felt the sudden urge to grin happily and nearly tripped over herself, she was so frazzled. It was stupid. Ridiculous. It was just a smile, and a one that clearly said "I'm sorry about this". Quinton knew how much she didn't want to be here. He knew that this was possibly the most reckless, idiotic ideas ever conceived in the history of man. He had nothing to prove to him. Eden threw an accusatory glare towards Joey, who only smirked and shrugged nonchalantly. Eden felt her temper flare, but she held her tongue. It wasn't the night to start fights, and anyway she needed to keep an eye on Quinton. That's what she'd been doing ever since they'd met, after all. She would always joke about how she always had to swoop in and rescue him. Eden was confident that Quinton realized she was always kidding, though, and she was always willing. He had nothing to prove to her. And yet, not even a year ago, this guy Joey comes into the picture, latches onto Quinton like a tick. Where did he ever even come from? Some stupid city, she figured sourly, and it didn't matter anyway. All Eden needed to know was that he spelled trouble, and Quinton should listen to her before they both died or something.

Now scowling, a few paces behind the two boys, Eden strode after them. Their shoulders shook as they chortled at a good joke, and she couldn't help feeling a sharp stab of jealousy. It used to be her that made Quinton laugh...

There was no time to dwell on past thoughts. Before she knew it the trio was climbing a rusting black fire escape ladder along the wall of a red brick building long since abandoned. Puzzled, Eden clambered after the pair of boys, Joey yelling something down to Quinton, who laughed.

"Keep moving," Eden encouraged him impatiently, tapping his shoe on the rung above hers. He called down an apology and quickened his pace, arriving at the top of the building. Not far behind him, Eden couldn't tell what was so great about this place. It was a dull expanse of concrete that didn't even give a good view of the city. Frowning, Eden glanced up at the sky again, the moon now hiding meekly behind a cloud that definitely wasn't there before.

"You ready?" Joey grinned devilishly, his smile sharpened by the white light of the moon. He stalked to the edge of the building and beckoned Quinton forward, pointedly avoiding inviting Eden. Biting back her protest, she followed Quinton to the building's end, where the barrier that was meant to fence them in was no higher than her knees. It would be easy to jump, she had to admit, and she had a feeling that was exactly what Joey was planning, especially when she saw the strategically placed bin of garbage bags some yards down.

"This is stupid," Eden spat before Joey could even open his mouth. Ignoring his clear scowl of annoyance, she turned to Quinton and said, "You can't possibly think this'll work." To her surprise, Quinton's face took a puckered turn. "You don't know what I can do."

"Are you sh**ing me?" Eden scoffed. "How are you going to get all the way down there? Plus, if you miss, you die." Why did she have to spell it out for him?

"If he wants to do it, let him," Joey smirked in satisfaction, obviously feeling that he was winning this battle. Snapping, Eden turned on him, giving him a sharp jab in the chest. "Do you ever shut up? This was your idea in the first place! Why don't you jump?"

"Look, it may have been my idea, but I never said you had to come," he countered, swatting her hand away and making a clear emphasis on the word "you". Eden felt her cheeks heat. "I came so Quinton wouldn't f***ing die. And look! You just put him in a suicidal position!"

"Eden! Stop, I'm not a kid!" Quinton demanded, stepping forward at last, trying to separate the two of them. Joey stubbornly pressed against Quinton's restraining hand, trying to get at Eden at Quinton's back.

"Admit it, Eden," Joey sneered disdainfully. "To you, Quinton's just a little pet. A puppy. I treat him like a man. Maybe if you turned around and started treating him like that, you'd actually get so--"

In a howl of rage and embarrassment, Eden shoved Quinton aside and gave Joey and good punch in the face. Before he could get up and retaliate, however, a shout of panic, fear, and desperation split the night, and Eden and Joey turned and froze in their positions to look on in horror as Quinton's flailing hand disappeared over the edge.

"No!" Joey shouted while Eden chose the less eloquent "S***!" as the pair raced towards the edge of the building to look over. Below them, Quinton's splayed body lay limb, crumpled, and broken like some doll, his limbs screwed awry in a sickening vision. Blood began to pool beneath his head, and Joey looked away while Eden could only look on with chocked, disbelieving sobs.

A year passed.

[eden .]

You're dying for this

Ｉ. Tess' Rules

- Your usual spheel about the basics about any sort of roleplay. Please follow these as well as my own that are listed below.
- You can read Tess' rules here.

ＩＩ. Forms

- Make your own forms, if you please. I will not be providing any. Make them look nice, but don't be OCD or anything.
- Credit and ask permission before you use someone else's form.
- I'll be using your form as the only example of your literacy. I will not be looking at previous posts you've ever made. Be sure to show yourself off.
- Just post your forms. Make sure they include the name, age [18-22], gender, personality, history, gang, and how active you are. Feel free to add more.

ＩＩＩ. Literacy

- while I'm not going to set a specific "level" of literacy, I'm expecting one good paragraph per post at least.
- If it's a bad day for you, just say so before you post. Still, you can't say you have writer's block every single day. If you do, I'll start asking what's up
- Use correct spelling, grammar, capitalization, etc.

ＩＶ. Posting

- Post once a week [at the very least] or you're kicked
- Don't double post
- If you've gone on for 2 pages without a third party also posting, stop. This isn't a 1x1.
- Don't go over 3 pages without me online
- I don't care how pretty your posts are. If you're using first person, though, at least post your character's name or mention their name in the post.

Ｖ. Characters and Reserving

- No reserving spots
- Limit of 3 girls and 3 boys [including the leader] per gang
- Leaders of gangs will be voted on. Romano will be a female and Dauntless will be a male.
- 2 characters per person. At least make them in different gangs, and if you're willing make them different genders
- I expect the 1 paragraph rule per character, so you may need to have at least 2 paragraphs.
- Don't fall in love with your own characters. That's boring.
- Just because you post your form as a WIP doesn't mean you automatically get the spot. If someone else finishes their form before you, I'll be giving the spot to them. Just a heads up.

ＶＩ. Plot

- The plot is pretty free form: the gangs are at war with each other
- Subplots are welcome, just nothing that's too graphic [there are children on this site, after all].
- These kids are not all hunky-dory, nor are they all drug addicts or drunkards.
- Keep in mind that while this is a large city, the kids are in the more impoverished side. They can move about but there are few places that they can afford on a regular basis.
- Leaders will be having their own subplot. If you want more detail, feel free to PM me. Keep in mind: initially they hate each others' guts.

ＶＩＩ. I reserve the right to change the rules as I see fit.

[eden .]

And when you say, "I'm not okay", I left my phone in the cab

ＴＨＥ ＲＯＭＡＮＯＳ．．．
↳ Eden
↪ Eden Elizabeth Warsaw//21//Second_Choey//1
↪ Bryn Tyler Thorpe//18//AbbeyDawn//2
↪ Cassidy Laura Cooper//18//I♥Chezzie//3
↪ Devon Garik//22//i S H A T T E R//9
↪ Nicholas Lucas Pike//20//kitten;//4
↪ Michael Brandt Lensherr//22//Study in Scarlet//10

ＴＨＥ ＤＡＵＮＴＬＥＳＳ．．．
↳ Joseph
↪ Caienne Blair//19//Skellington.//2
↪ Jadyn Robin Perry//18//++knight.mare//5
↪ Skylar Faye//18//i S H A T T E R//6
↪ Todd Marcus Rodriguez//21//InsanityIsGenius//8
↪ Nathan Jay Decker//20//Second_Choey//1
↪ Joseph James King//21//яє∂ вαℓℓσση//6

ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳ ．．．

A is crushing on B [A ↦ B]
A and B like each other [A ↔ B]
A and B are dating [A ↹ B]
A and B are separated [A ↻ B]
A hates B [A ⇒ B]
A and B hate each other [A ⇔ B]

[eden .]

ＡＮＮＯＵＮＣＥＭＥＮＴＳ & ＵＰＤＡＴＥＳ

4/30/12: The RP is open for posting. Please post your forms. ^^

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5/1/12: Rules were updated under "Characters and Reservations". Basically it's about WIP forms. As of today, there are no

longer any girl spots open.

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5/2/12: I added to the plot. It's just some back story that you might find interesting, although it came out longer than I

intended ._.;; You may start PMing me nominations for leaders of each gang. You can nominate your own character, but if you have 2 they can't both be leaders... X)

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5/4/12: We're full up! As of today we're no longer accepting members.

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5/6/12: Eden and Joey have been chosen as the leaders!

[eden .]

{♠|♠|♠}

-----------------------------------------//Ｉ'Ｍ ＳＯＲＲＹ， ＤＯ Ｉ ＫＮＯＷ ＹＯＵ？

"I don't
have any idea who
you are."

Eden Elizabeth Warsaw is her name, and caution is her game. Eden prefers animosity wherever possible. While her name is rather biblical Eden [nor her family in particular] is not religious, although she does believe in a god of some sort. Not just "the" god. Elizabeth comes from her great grandmother's name, who was in Russia when the Warsaw Pact was created during the Cold War. While her last name has little relation to the Soviet Union's equivalent of the NATO organization, it was an interesting connection that her parents decided to play on.

"Twenty - One"

Eden was born about two months earlier than she should've, her predicted birth date being the 3rd of May. However, she was born on March 2nd, 1991. Her mother, completely off guard, tried to contact the hospital, who were skeptical of her claims that she had gone into labor two months early. They asked the nearby husband to make sure Eden wasn't born until they came. When they did, her mother insisted that she really couldn't move, but the paramedics were adamant. Eden was born while her mother was traversing down the stairs. You can bet that Eden is quite entertained by her surprise visit to the world.

"Now you
see, that's rather
uncalled for."

Her petite form is a dead giveaway to her gender, as well as her rather doe - ish eyes. She exudes a pixie - like aura, although perhaps it would be more like the pixie - queen instead of any old pixie. Eden has an odd authority about her that still holds a feminine quality. Her short hair might imply masculinity, but frankly as an avid feminist Eden couldn't care less about what gender haircuts imply.

ＷＨＹ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＳＴＩＬＬ ＨＥＲＥ？//-----------------------------------------------

"I'm not
a tattoo fan, but
I do have a couple
of piercings."

Eden is strongly against tattoos, believing that marring yourself voluntarily with spikes that literally pump ink underneath your skin is pointless and not worth the time or money. Besides, she reasons, in a few decades the tattoo won't look half as good as it did when you first got it. And Eden loves her skin as it is, thank you, without some sort of graffiti on it. Eden has two piercings on her right ear -- one on the lobe and the other more in the upper part of the ear -- and another on the lobe of her left ear.

"It's short
and it's brown. It's
actually really
easy to take care
of this way."

A very nice and charming shade of chestnut, Eden enjoys keeping it smooth and sleek. She dislikes the sight of dull and matted hair. It makes her skin crawl. When she was younger she had longer hair, but after a while she thought she'd go for a new look, and with the encouragement with some of her more rebellious friends Eden got a new boyish cut. They were all convinced she'd look terrible, but Eden pleasantly surprised them all, rocking the new look. She's kept it like that ever since, and she's enjoying the ease of care it's giving her.

"Brown. I honestly
don't know what else
to tell you."

Her eyes are rather large and doe - like, especially for someone of her age. They are a pleasant shade of warm brown, a few shades lighter than her hair. In darker light her eyes may seem nearly black, or at the very least somewhat reminiscent of dark chocolate. Her eyebrows always had a rather interesting quirk that Eden always liked. Her eyes are usually filled with a rather polite interest. Perhaps it's because of the innocence they seem to convey, but her eyes usually portray Eden as smaller than she might be.

"Unspeakable
is what it is."

Standing at a rather embarrassing five feet and five inches [5'5''], Eden's height has always been an area she's been self - conscious of. Typically she tries to wear wedges and heels often, but of course she's still usually quite short compared to other people. What's more frustrating is that her mother is at least 5'8'', and her father nearly topping 6'. Her younger brother is already about five inches taller than her when he's three years younger than her.

"I'm actually
really close to the
target weight.
For my height,
of course."

Eden weighs a healthy 129 lbs. While that might seem like a lot, in reality the media is just feeding you the wrong idealistic weight. While you can't call Eden chunky [she's still a few pounds shy on the underweight side], she does have a healthy layer of fat on her. Everyone seems to think all fat is the Antichrist, but really it's just as unhealthy not to have any fat at all, as Eden knows well. Under her fat, Eden does have some muscle. It's not like she can judo - flip you against the wall, but she can throw a good heel punch.

"I don't think
I have much to complain
about ... except
for the height thing."

While her height might make her seem rather meek and small, rest assured Eden makes up for it in attitude. Eden's body language most often exudes confidence, her head always held high and her strides straightforward. Perhaps it's because her hair is so short, but Eden seemingly has a rather longer neck that lets off a rather royal aura. Her shoulders are narrow, accentuating her petite form, although they're not bony. Indeed, while Eden might be thin you can't really say she looks unhealthy. She's well toned from consistent exercise. She's got a healthy look about her, really.
Everything about her seems to be mini - sized. Her hands, feet, fingers, they're all small, like a fairy. Sometimes Eden appreciates her charm, and other times she's frustrated that she doesn't have that "mature" look.

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"I think for
the most part I'm
a pretty nice
gal."

Eden tends to enjoy her privacy. If she has no idea who you are, she's going to be pretty guarded against you. Then again, who wouldn't be towards a complete and total stranger? She's very practical in this respect, and takes great cares and pains to think things through. People will probably say that she overthinks things, and that's also probably true. It can become rather exasperating, at times, and it takes a lot to get Eden to leave her usual method of careful planning. As such, it also takes a lot to get Eden out of her comfort zone. Rarely will she ever stretch herself to try out new things when she feels perfectly satisfied with the things she has now. As a result, her horizons tend to be a bit narrow.

Eden dislikes being asked personal questions the more she doesn't know you. However, it's not because she has something scandalous to hide more so than she finds it rude that you had the gall to ask her in the first place. If she's known you for a while, and the subject comes up, sure, she'll talk about it. But if you come up to her and offer her a cup of coffee and ask her what her entire life story is, Eden will be rather offended. She takes manners and etiquette very seriously. Because of this, she might come off as stiff and a bit too polite. It may make others believe that she's got a pole up her butt all the time, but in reality Eden is just making sure she doesn't overstep a boundary. She likes to take things slow and carefully. Thus, Eden rarely lets her hair down and talk casually and intimately with anyone. In fact, she's hardly done that with her family. Perhaps it's because she never really felt the inherent need to depend on anyone.

Her careful planning all the time usually directly links to her pessimism which she really doesn't mean to have. Eden tends to plan for the worst because she figures that if she covers the most catastrophic scenario then all the other scenarios will be fine. Still, thinking in this sort of manner comes off as depressing to others, although Eden is really trying to be thorough.

While she has the capability to take care of herself and is a full - functioning adult, she does enjoy the presence of other people. She always feels joyful and happiest when she's talking in a crowd. You can most typically find a warm smile on her face while she's at a party. Her natural charisma tends to make her easy to talk to, although one might feel a bit restrained because of, once again, her etiquette.

You're almost never going to see Eden lose her temper and start flailing her arms around. She gets stern, yes, and adopts the voice of that of a parent to a misbehaving child when she feels wronged, but she's never going to throw a punch or start screaming at you. Eden finds that unbecoming and puts her in a negative light. She doesn't want to be remembered for the girl that started shouting in your face. Eden also tends to be rather serious, although if you make a good joke she'll let slide a chuckle. She's not one to pull a punch line, though. She uses common sense and is very down to earth. She finds herself to be the cool and level - headed one in a tough situation as she sifts through the details and problems while everyone else starts freaking out.

Though you don't see her pounding on the mayor's door and throwing rocks around, Eden is an active feminist. Before you raise up your hands and say "Oh, here we go", by Eden's definition being a feminist just means treating a girl -- essentially -- like a man. Give a girl the same job opportunities, let the girl open the door, let the girl pay for the dinner bill, let the girl play American football. Eden certainly doesn't have anything against men. In fact, she'd advocate for their equal rights if women are ever favored over men. This alludes to Eden's rather annoying moral compass that gets the better of her, sometimes.

The one time that Eden will almost never stop and think [if you had to chose only one exception] is when someone is in need of her help. Eden takes pride that she won't be a bystander in any sort of situation. Think of the regret she would feel later! Her short stature feeds some nervousness in most areas, but when push comes to shove Eden is capable of letting off a commanding aura that a principal would have over a first grader. When she's in this authoritative mode Eden feels ten inches taller, and her opposition seems to feel that way, too.

Eden has a stubborn streak about her, and her stance when dug in cannot be moved. She sticks to her plans and her beliefs to the very end, although it would be a tad too much to say she's arrogant. She hasn't deluded herself into thinking she's the best thing in the world since sliced bread, and she's certainly not. Eden's still working on graciously accepting criticism, however. Her royal aura sometimes bleeds into a royal ego.

"Not like
it's one you can't hear
everyday."

Her parents divorced when Eden was a young child of 11, her younger brother at the time being 8. It wasn't as if the parents were completely arguing all the time, the relationship becoming abusive or what not. Her mother and father were perfectly kind, honest people that just didn't love each other anymore. When she was younger Eden didn't understand what her parents were trying to say to her, and she put up quite a fit. Of course, that did little to improve the chances of staying in a marriage, and within a year her parents had separated. Now, after a few years of maturing, Eden admires her parents for recognizing that the spark they had faded and divorced before anything worse could escalate. She believes now that it was the smart thing to do.

Her mother got custody of her younger brother, whom Eden is still in close touch with, so Eden went to live with his father. It was strange not having a mother figure in the house, but to his credit Eden's father did the best that he could. While he was little help with some of the technical aspects, he tried to be a bit more lenient about going out with boys [he was naturally overprotective] and raised her with a steady but non - smothering hand. Her father in general was a pretty chill guy, but he had a nice strong sense of what he believed in, and he thought that Eden should as well. Thus, he often attacked her with multiple different questions over dinners every once in a while. Why this, why that, why not this? When she was younger Eden thought it pointless, but again, now that she's older, Eden appreciates her father's foresight.

✔ Men [straight]
✔ Gummies
✔ Alfredo Sauce
✔ Dan Brown
✔ Oreos
✔ Agatha Christie
✔ The Fray
✔ Nora Jones
✔ Bach
✔ Socializing
✔ Planning

✖ Onions
✖ Pickles
✖ Snakes
✖ Spiders
✖ Presumptuousness
✖ Arrogance
✖ Ignorance
✖ Rudeness
✖ Foreign Experiences
✖ Brahms
✖ Beethoven

"Not singing."

Eden regretfully has little artful talents. Her drawings are pitiful [although she's improved to the point where she can draw a stick figure with limbs of equal length] and her singing is the equivalent of a dying cat. She hasn't fooled herself into thinking that she can lead any sort of life on those. Her balance and flexibility, however, are quite good. If she had gone down a different path Eden may have been a talented dancer. As it is, she typically uses it where it occurs to her. Eden is also quite good at speed reading aloud, although strangely her internal reading isn't as fast.

"Romanos"

Blaming the leader of the Dauntless for the untimely death of the poor guy, Eden sided with the Romanos almost immediately, and that was before she found out that the Dauntless are a bunch of hooligans who don't have any rules or morals to live by. She find that the Romanos are much more civilized.

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Second_Choey, at your service ^^

I'm on almost everyday for at least an hour or two.

{♠|♠|♠}

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"Nathan Decker.
May I ask whom
I am speaking to?"

His name literally has no deeper meaning besides the fact that his parents liked how it sounded. Seriously. His father's name was Jonathan, and his mother's name was Alice. He literally has nothing in common with their names. While he can't complain about the name "Nathan", he's not a huge fan of the name "Jay". It feels too hunky - dory for him to tolerate. Therefore, he typically won't give you his middle name. Ever.

"Twenty"

Born on April 3rd, 1992, Nathan's birth was fairly uneventful. He came early -- which wasn't unusual, and anyway it was only by about 2 weeks -- while his mother was already taking leave in the hospital. The birth went well, his father arrived, the family came and saw the newborn baby [being born to the two eldest son and daughter of each of his parents' sides, Nathan was literally the first baby of their family's next generation], and that was that.

"I'm a man,
and you're dead."

While he's not exactly a square, Nathan's body type does give off a masculinity about them that's hard to miss. With a strong jaw and a broad pair of shoulders, physically Nathan probably couldn't get more "male" unless he started using steroids and exercising until he had six inch - diameter biceps. His voice, however, is on the higher side of the spectrum of guy tones, which annoys him to no end. Still, it's not like it's girlish or falsetto. It's just not deep.

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"Nah."

Tattoos never really appealed to Nathan in any sort of way. He admits to seeing pretty cool designs on some people, but it's just not the kind of thing that he would ever do. It never really occurred to him to even consider branding himself with ink. Nathan doesn't have any piercings, either. He's not really the earring wearing kind of guy. He's rather boring in this aspect.

"Black."

His hair is very, very black. You might as well have dumped a bottle on ink on it and you'd not be able to tell the difference. It's actually a large shock against his complexion, which looks that much paler against his dark locks. It actually curls naturally, although Nathan has to work to get it to stay swept back like it does. Otherwise it gets all in his eyes and annoys the sanity out of him.

"Blue - Gray"

Nathan's eyes are more like a gray that got some blue tint in them. They're definitely not the sort of blue that's dynamic and piercing, much to his regret. In brighter light Nathan's eyes tend to look more gray than anything else, washing out the blue, and in the dark his eyes are pretty much impossible to spot. His eyebrows are on the thicker side, and usually they're in an unamused line above his eyes, which are typically set in an impatient and condescending look.

"Around six
foot three."

Most of Nathan's height comes from his longer legs. His shorter torso and longer legs probably are what give him a more gentlemanly air, actually, rather than a burlier guy. He's nearing his father's height of six foot four [6'4''], and had long since overtaken his mother, who stands at a short five foot six [5'6'']. Indeed, it's usually quite an odd dynamic when you see his mother walking alongside of him.

"Haven't taken
my weight in a while,
actually."

Weighing on the slightly underweight side for his height, Nathan measures at 176 lbs. While Nathan doesn't exactly work out actively, it would be wrong to say that he's all flab. While he's certainly not buff or bulging, he's certainly got some muscle on him. Mind, he wouldn't do so well against someone that has more weight and height on him, but for the most part Nathan can hold his own. It would be more accurate to say he's wiry.

"What else
could you possibly
need to know?"

In general Nathan is relatively speedy [but it's not like he'd win in a really competitive race] and can go quite a few miles at a consistent relative speed [but not full out sprinting, of course]. As a result, Nathan has pretty good endurance. Because of this endurance and consequential lung capacity, Nathan can hold his breath for a decent amount of time. Ironically, he cannot swim. He never really got around to learning.
He's certainly not a beefy guy. Still, it's not like he's not completely without muscle. He'd take you on in an arm wrestle any day.
His mouth is forever curled into a perpetual smirk. It's actually rather annoying, really. He has a square jaw and strong chin.

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"If I don't
like you, I'm not liable
for any damages to
your person."

Firstly, Nathan hates things that he considers "wasting time" and idleness. Usually he'll do two things at once under the pretext that otherwise he's not doing as much as he could be. While it might be because of his slight ADHD, Nathan really does hate standing still. He's studious and ever wanting more work to be done. Otherwise, he doesn't really know what he's working for. As such, he hates being dragged down by people that he feels are slowing him down, and usually Nathan likes going at things alone. If he is forced into a spot where he has to work with other people, Nathan prefers to take the leadership position simply because he dislikes knowing that he needs to listen to someone else.

This directly relates to Nathan's distrust in other people to make the "right" choices. Trusting his own cold, hard, logical thinking, Nathan usually forces himself to be the leader. The few times he's allowed other people to the lead he's disagreed with almost all decisions they've made. More often than not he's right on his own counts, and he argues these points with these leaders. Nathan enjoys being right, you see, and he usually is.

While he might come off as arrogant (especially when you first meet him), in reality Nathan is simply confident in his own skin, and he knows that he does command some level of attention. He also realizes there are some people that are better than him in this world, and he treads carefully. Nathan is not above bribery and flattery, and sometimes he'll go as far as blackmail. As a result, Nathan is no more loyal to you as he is to me. The only person he's truly serving is himself. Thus, Nathan is also quite selfish in this respect. However, Nathan is not above niceties, and he has extended hands of friendship -- for a price. To Nathan the world is of one of checks and balances. And you always have to pay your dues.

If you actually break down his defensive outer shell, Nathan is actually much of a gentlemen. He enjoys a good debate once in a while, and prides himself in his large knowledge of politics and history, which he often uses in his arguments. He's polite and can actually come off as charming. Actually, when you first meet him, Nathan will probably show off his debonair side to win you over. He doesn't really see the point in creating an enemy before he has to. However, beware: Nathan is disturbingly blunt. While he might say it with polite words, he doesn't bother sugar coating things. He feels that it wastes time and energy. He doesn't bother with things like subtlety and hidden innuendos. He says it as he sees it, and in any case he finds the some people are too stupid to understand implications, anyway. If you should hate him for it, Nathan doesn't much care. It's not like you're of much importance to him. You're just another person. Expendable. Like him.

It's incredible how Nathan can hold a grudge. While it takes quite a bit to get him riled up, if you do something that really does upset him, he'll not help you or extend a hand to you ever again. Of course, Nathan doesn't have many true enemies. He's in general rather open minded, and while he dislikes being wrong he doesn't dislike learning new information and perspectives. Rather, to become his enemy you have to do something that's truly offensive or frustrating. He probably won't like you if you don't listen to him, either.

If you're in a pickle that Nathan doesn't have to get involved in, there are only a few things that'll help his decision in whether or not he should come and save you: how much he likes you, how dangerous the person that's threatening you is, and how much material and potential value you hold. It'll probably be the latter that comes first in choosing his decision, and will work its way back from there, his personal feelings coming dead last. Nathan's cold strategic mindset is rather unforgiving, so if you really want him to back you up, you'll have to seriously prove you're worth the trouble. Otherwise, Nathan will turn his back, or otherwise kill you to kill the the one threatening you because they're such a large threat. As you might expect, Nathan is always frustrated of people who have the conscience to come and save him when its not worth it, as well. Don't expect him to be thankful.

"Stupid is
what it was. Just down
right stupid."

Coming from more or less a normal family, Nathan was pressured from birth to be a successful lawyer or doctor or something of the like. Unfortunately for his family, he really hated following around orders. It's a shame, really, since he's quite good at mathematics. In any case, off he went doing random things and breaking as many rules as he could. It was probably some sort of cry for attention, and he certainly got it. Eventually his parents put him under house arrest, which really put him in a bad mood.

After he was legally an adult, Nathan went ahead and applied for college. He went in as an engineering major, which surprised everyone (including himself), but he figured that going for another sort of profession or major that he'd have enjoyed (i.e. psychology, music, the like) would've been disastrous for his livelihood. While he hates conforming to his parents' expectations, Nathan hates the prospect of living in the streets and working at McDonalds more.

Nathan tossed around playing the guitar for a while, and his voice isn't so bad, but he quit about a year ago. He figured that it wasn't worth the time, trouble, and debt to pursue professionally.

✔ Women [straight]
✔ Work
✔ Action
✔ Leading
✔ Control
✔ Lamb Chops
✔ Potatoes
✔ Tchaikovsky
✔ Disturbed
✔ [Intelligent] Debates
✔ Efficiency

✖ People that Disagree with Him
✖ Idleness
✖ Idiocy
✖ Nuts
✖ Mozart
✖ Laziness
✖ Evanescence
✖ Sluggishness
✖ Bleeding Hearts
✖ Whining
✖ James Patterson

"I hear I've
got a decent enough
voice."

Nathan has an odd inherent talent for most musical things, including vocals and playing instruments. He's not exactly Elvis or Michael Jackson, but his voice is decent enough, and his guitar playing and such is nothing to sneeze at. If he ever seriously pursued the possibility Nathan might've found himself a band and made a name for himself. He's not really a solo act. In addition, he's excellent at mental math [perhaps taking at most one and a half minutes for a rather long and complex problem] and has a rather good memory.

"Dauntless. Why,
you want to try me?"

While he might seem like an uptight jerk, Nathan does enjoy a thrill once in a while, and anyway it's great to prove that he's better than somebody, any day. Thus, he joined the Dauntless, although he couldn't care less who killed who. The way he sees it, the guy is dead, and there's no reason for anyone to be making such a big deal about this ... but until it all boils down, Nathan will enjoy himself.

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