There are stars in the sky
One for each
And each one will die
To create a few more
To aid the star formation
To become nothing more
In entity
But a part of the ever growing universe
A diverse amount of elements
Go out with a bang
And hit the galaxies with waves
Of what the cosmos are made of
To let it grow, to let it develop
Becoming one with the life
And the ever going science of it
Username: Byteme
Name:
Nathaniel Mackenzie Paion FaceMeaning of names, in order[Nathanial, definition- "Given of God"
- Finn's name comes with the meaning 'Fair', and Mackenzie's denotation is 'Son of the fair,"
- Paion, a Greek name meaning 'Healer', wile Jace Lee means 'A healing healer' -- To take after both his fathers
Face- Born of the Face family, a relative close connection to Jace, Remi and Finn Face. ]Nicknames:
Most prominently Nate, Kenzie, Kenz, Pain, chin tuft, little monster, floater"Nate"
Gender: Male
Age: 2-7
Personality:
More of a quiet observer than the loudest kid in the playground, Nate has a habit of watching and learning very quickly, from the scenarios playing around him. He is just as innocent and oblivious as any child his age and, as cliche as it sounds, doesn't seam to have a spoilt bone in him.
Fascinated, just as any child is, by the most trivial of things in the big world. He could spend an hour staring at himself in the mirror and laughing like a dope, making faces and watching then change in the glass.
For him the world is only about the biggest jem you could find. He adores searching around for bugs and shoving them into his parents faces, chirping "Look look!", and exploring off into distances of forests and land with no restraint. He loves his freedom like no other, and even at this young age feels uneasy in closed spaces. Which probably links to why he always sits near the windows if he isn't allowed outside and can't sneak away somehow, or how he begins acting out because of discomfort if inside too long. That or he just goes on invading all privacy to explore your possessions.
Nate has a tendency to not listen, and instead do as he'd like, then finally wander back. He'll randomly run off when he notices or remembers something fascinating, which is prone to give his parents and any elder people watching him a heart attack. He does come back though, a memory that no doubt is strong, he can quite easily find the way he took to get his treasure, and trace if right back.
He is larger than most children his age but he is much gentler than most of them too, quite ironic really. He is a lot less poised than he seams, big but soft. His body is agile because of genetics but he does stumble occasionally, and that's mostly him. His movements are docile and waverdly but he has a habit of breaking the things around him, no matter how tenderly he does something.
Still, tender is good.
Shooting fire rocket
Very fond, very curious
Likes music
Likes playing with toy guns, dolls and bows
Has a habit of breaking things
Mischievous
A lot softer than he seams
Family Relations:
Immediate family
Jace: "
Daddy,"
Nate usually stares up at his father reading, from his pouch, and softly gets his attention by pawing at the book in front of him until his daddy gives up and begins giving him his notice. He actually loves playing around as much as he can with Jace's books, though tends to be surprisingly gentle with the little packages of paper and ink. Of course, some pages were ripped and crumpled here or there but that can't be helped. Whenever this little boy can get a grasp of his daddy's books, including Jace's old diary, he'll run away and hide in some secret hidey hole, trying to read what his daddy reads, squishing his face close to the page as if that'll make it easier to understand. He adores Jace's gentle ways, his love of flowers and rain, and his books to no end.Finn: "
Da,"
This little bean undoubtably thinks that he and his da are similar beyond compare. Because of their physical likeness Nate has no problem saying that he and Finn look just like each other, and so must, of course, partake in activities that the other does so partake in... A child's logic. Though he only seams to say that because they share some interests, like playing with certain weapons; In Nates case ones that are fake for now--, or reading just like daddy, and a love of adventures, a few but that's enough for this boy. Whenever they are doing things similarly he will go to his da and begin tugging at both their beards, at once, to indicate their likeness. He actually seams to enjoy doing things to his da's fur all the time, pulling at Finn's tail when he's bored and at his chin fluff when he's angry with him, or braiding the fluff of his body together into tiny curls to make him look different, the debate on if he likes it or not is questionable.Remi: "[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-He6EzP5zY]Remi[/url],"
Remi this, Remi that... Remi everything. Remi is Nate's unofficial mentor. He want to learn everything from her and just how to do what she does right. Whenever Remi is around he sits by the side, trying to observe everything she is doing, cocking his head this way and that, with a big dose of silent curiosity. This can lead to some peculiar habits.
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Extended family
Umi: "Babbi,"
Ever since Nate noticed that Remi is vary of Umi and doesn't go near him, he became afraid too. Though over time he has seamed to have become much more terrified of his him. This is a painful challenge, Nate being the curious bean that he is. It seams he is conflicted with staying away from Umi out if fear and trying to understand what he's doing out of wonderment. He'll sneak close, as well hidden as he can be, and spy on Umi and if Umi takes a notice he runs off as if the monster under his bed had just seen him.
Lyric: "Nana'"
Nate doesn't always speak correctly near his grandma, he likes the fact that she enjoys his company as a family baby, and inadvertently takes it to his advantage to say as little as possible wile still getting the end result. It's him being lazy really. He had a tendency to get Umi and Lyric mixed up when he was just a bit younger, so he still yells out "Miii," when calling her randomly, but that name has moved to the side for Nana it seams. Nate has no shame in asking his nana for sweets, or playing with her things, and very much loves her affection, because of this he tries to act very good near her because he wants to stay of high expectations.
Hatori: "Uncle Tori,"
Nate won't usually go near his elder uncle, he rarely agrees to playing with his cousin Zac if his uncle Tori will be there too. He's uncomfortable with Hatori's grumpiness and how both of his dad's act near him sometimes. though, similarly to Umi, Nate has a killed-the-cat sort of interest for people, his family in particular. Usually if he has to go and visit Hatori's house Nate will look at the things inside the house, and examine them with an overdose of intruige.
Sylvester: "Sylve,"
Though Sylvester is older and more mature than Nate the little bean can't help thinking that he is just as fun as any child his age. His friendly deminour makes Nate think of him as a good mentour, and even though, in Nate's eyes, no one could beat Remi, Sylve comes pretty close. He likes to romp around with the hoodie Sylve outgrew, weather he likes it or not, and play sneaky games with him.
Calamity: "Calam,"
Auntie Calamity, Nate is unfamiliar with her. He doesn't really call her Auntie, but Calem has stuck on with him as a childhood nickname he stuttered out because he couldn't seam to say her whole name correctly. He's still rather curious about her and tries to ask his daddies and family what she does and what she plays but for some unknown reason he doesn't really go near her all the time.
Newest baby: "Uncle...?"
Nate doesn't seam to fully comprehend the "Is your uncle, but is about the same age as you," logic. He was told uncles were... Bigger? His other uncles are at least. Of course, that doesn't change the fact that he is family. And you love family, as far as Nate is concerned. He has a tendency to call this relative of his by his title, rather than his name to try and get used to the fact that not all uncles are older or bigger... It's odd, but he's somewhat gotten used to calling him "Uncle," casually.
Zac: "Zac..."
Nate isn't the closest with his cousin but wishes he was. He isn't as shy as Zac seams to be, so his own mental clumsiness can make him trip over what to say or what to do in Zac's presence. He does love Zac though, no matter what happens, and always wants to hold his hand and take him exploring with him whenever he comes to visit. He is always asking Zac to play his flute and if he'd like to read something with him.
Great uncle Tazer Beam/Tay: "Beamy,"
For Nate Tay is a fun relative, no matter how little time they actually get to spend near each other. His grandma loves Tay greatly, so he must be good. His technological intuition and kindness always keep Nate around, and asking to play with him. But what really makes this little guy enjoy being with his great uncle is seeing M.o.u.s.e and watching Beamie control it, wile he observes beside him.
ExtrasWhat's in his pouch:
One tiny mix-matched stuffy- That Remi liked
A fake toy gun that looks all too realistic
The latest book he "borrowed" from his daddy
Daddy's journal
An orange button just like the ones on his da's jacket
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Likes:
Books
Music
Bugs
Sketching- In black and wight
Sleeping in his daddy's pouch
Playing with toy dolls, fluffy stuffies, guns, bows and rockets
Examine and exploring things
Mirrors
Nature
His daddy's journal
His da's piercing
Dislikes:
Water
Bathing, showers, things to do with water
Doing art in general, especially colouring
Uncomfortable vibes
Yelling
Too much loudness
Getting sick
Not being allowed outside
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Habits/tendencies:
Sits on his daddies books when he wants attention
Gives most people a nickname- Accidentally or not
Usually is outside and exploring
Has a tendency to not listen, and have his head in the clouds
Tugging at his da's chin fluff
Staring outside intensly when indoors for too long
Examining whatever he finds, inside or out
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Stories:
Preschool daysThe preschool lights hung up over head, "Welcome!" Was written on a high up banner that the kids stared at but could not read to save their lives. It was all very bright and whimsical. A little boy played in the sand, pressing his chubby fingers between the grains and pulling them up to watch each one drip back down again. His hetroxhromic eyes wandering after them. It was a nice warm day, perfect for anyone's first day of preschool. Nate had forced his daddy and da to come into the dangerous place he had already visited last week to explore, but soon he was so fascinated by all the neat stuff that he didn't notice them slip out after they kissed his forehead.
He had been playing with, or more like testing, blocks when they both gave him little pecks with their big hands cradling his small round head, hands that he leaned back into to peck right back at them. "Be good Nate," Da said carefully and he clacked two blocks together with excitement, chirping "Okay!" In his lisped voice, before trying to figure out the odd shapes again.
The class hadn't started yet, and the little one was too busy to notice when it would. A lady, bigger than all of them, except for the parents still there, reassuring their children that everything would be okay, passed by with a direct and fine path. She was a petite female, a violet dress tapering around her slightly slender legs with each step she took. After fixing up some items on the far off shelf inside, which Nate noticed, she spoke, quite loudly.
"Hello and welcome, little ones," She paused, giving a charming little smile in the direction of one of the parents. "And, not so little ones too." Most of their big round eyes were on her now, their lips open with surprisement. "I'm miss Caroline, and I'm here to be your teacher." Nate had no idea what a 'teacher' did. "If you're good then no time outs for you." Most of them understood that one though.
She grinned, dimples showing on each cheek. "Good? Good," Miss Caroline seamed to say indirectly to everyone and the air itself. The children got back to what they were doing, dazedly watching to see if the teacher lady would speak again, and after seconds when she didn't they were off doing their own things. Crying and dancing, sniffling and placing toys down this way and that. Nate was still in the sand box, legs out as he leaned in a little too closely, just barely bumped his head on the sand and blinked, pushing his hands deep into the fine grains again.
A loud wailing, louder than all that he had heard before echoed from inside the daycare to his ears, making him plop his head down once more into the sand in surprise and anguish, before turning around, wearily catching notice of the crying tots the same age as him. "Little flower buds do grow, in Spring time days. And little leaves do fall, in Autumn rain. The sun dances blearily and bright when Summer comes, and soon Winters chills frost up the window tops." Singing, there was singing from the lady in the violet dress.
"When the stars sparkle it's time to sleep, after thinking up stories and wishing on dreams. Babies don't really make a peep, when they snuggle into bed so deep." Soon the children waddled on in, some running with tapping quick feet, others just cautiously peeping in, crawling just gently and hiding in soft little corners. Who said children didn't have their own little personalities?
"And when the sun comes don't forget to smile, tell the sun it's nice and warm and bright, make it feel like it belongs, and be happy for days to come." They watched her and soon the last child began to wander over. Nate played with a plastic seashell quietly as he walked in and towards the others, sitting down awkwardly before fixing himself. What a pretty noise.
Nate, Remi, Jace and Finn
The grass picked up a golden hue this time of year, right before it would turn crisp and dead. Nate turned to his parents, no words coming out. He preferred his quite rebellion when needed. But he was thinking, mind you... A picnic, what was a picnic? He turned to Remi and grabbed her hand gently, picking up a blade of grass and staring at it's yellow body. "Where are we going?" She smiled just lightly, not really looking down. "It's a secret." Her voice was mysteriously soft.
As they walked, with him glancing up at Remi, then and daddy and finally at da, the little boy noticed something. A lone tree branch, sitting there afar from the others. Soon, without a secound glance his finger slipped from Remi's and he thundered quickly over to the oddly shaped peice of wood, as awkwardly as a clumsy child, born from a free runner, could.
He grabbed it in his hands, lifted it over his head as his family followed him, as if it was some sort of sparkling treasure. "I found... A-a branch." He said those words as if they meant something completely phenomenal, a bright smile lighting up his face.
Little flower buds do grow,
in Spring time days
And little leaves do fall,
in Autumn rain
The sun dances blearily
And bright when Summer comes,
And soon Winters chills frost up
the window tops
When the stars sparkle it's time to sleep,
after thinking up stories and wishing on dreams
Babies don't really make a peep
when they snuggle into bed so deep
And when the sun comes don't forget to smile
tell the sun it's nice and warm and bright
make it feel like it belongs
Say "Hello there, is been a wile!"
And be happy for days to come
For
Little ladybugs may kiss your nose
And the grass may grow
But if you're not willing to wait
For the rain to fall
And the life to run free
You don't always see what it means
When such things are happening