Rewoldt Nathan Frederick

[Nathan Rewoldt]

i get all numb

--------------& it's Nathan Frederick Rewoldt to you.
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gender; Male
age; Twenty-five
orientation; Straight

when she sings it's over

build; Lean and slender
height; Just a hair under 6'1"
weight; Maybe 140 lbs. after a big meal
hair; Long and shaggy, hanging a ways past his eyes in the front and kissing the nape of his neck in the back. A soft chocolate brown to the eyes with lighter spots, though when wet it shines almost a glossy black.
eye; His eyes are a deep and rich hazel. Rings run through the mix of browns leaving small traces of green.
overall; A hard looking man, Nate has tried hard to twist his appearance away from the mainstream. Black gauges hang in the lobe of each of his ear, while the right is complete with two more cartilage piercings. Next come the tattoos, and oh boy does he have a few. Before the outbreak started, he simply carried the ones that had always appealed to him. Upon his right forearm is the Keltoi Tree of Life designed in a Celtic knot fashion. Upon each of his wrists are tattooed on bracelets of emerald green snakes and vines that complete them selves by running down into the palms of each hand. Upon the left palm lays that tattooed Eye of Odin, and upon the right is the Eye of Ra. Running down the left side of his ribcage are the seven levels of Hell as described in Dante Alighieri's "The Divine Comedy".

His frame is lean and slender, though not to be mistaken for him being weak or incapable of defending himself. The muscle that graces his body is instead strong and taut, like that of corded steel instead of bulky and large like some men. A hawkish nose leads down to thin lips giving his face a triangular and almost feminine face over that of a masculine and strong one, not that it bothers him. Worn jeans and simple shoes are almost always seen on the man, where as his torso usually is clad in a t-shirt of some kind and his six year old black pea-coat.

such a strange numb

personality; Nate has never been a 'nice' or 'overly caring' kind of guy. He was more the type that stayed more on the quiet side and something inside you just said don't make this guy mad. A sharp tongue backed by a quick wit had made him a sarcastic and cruel man when annoyed. Though there is more to the man than simply verbal lashings. At one point he enjoyed seeing the world as a generally good place, as a place where you should have at least tried to see the good in everyone. Well, things chance.

Between seeing those he loved dying around him, watching friends and strangers alike starve to death, and witnessing the brutal and gruesome tactics of Raiders have all come together to warp Nate into a hard man. Only a handful of years away from turning thirty, he was forced to grow up quickly as society fell apart. He now is a man who can turn himself off, that can switch his body to autopilot and function with a cold and detached sense of survival that leaves him with no feelings of remorse about killing whoever he must to ensure his own well-being. Hell, it's a cruel world these days and sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

So there you have it. Nate is a silver-tongued Devil who no longer has any qualms with putting a bullet between your eyes if he thinks it'll buy him one more day here. He is intelligent to the point he has survived this long and knows enough to keep on going. Though he has a difficult time picking them up, when Nate does come across friends he generally stands up for them to the point of murder. No one comes between him and those he cares about. After all, it's no easy task finding someone who can tolerate him.

strengths; • Calloused to the cruelty of this World • Knows how to handle himself in a fight • Street Smart • Not scared to kill • Fiercely loyal •

weaknesses; • Not very talkative • Shut off to most people • Has no problem letting the innocent die • Won't risk his own hide for someone else •

likes; • Cigarettes • Booze • Tattoos • Piercings • Mozart • Music • Fast Cars • Faster Woman •

dislikes; • Arrogant Men • Loud People • Stupid People • Libraries • Fire • Meat (Nate's a vegetarian) • Full Moons • Diamonds •

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inventory;
A Browning 9x19mm Hi-Power pistol
2x Cartons of Cigarettes
Yellow Zippo lighter with a black bio-hazard symbol on the front



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and it brings my knees to the earth

family;

father; Eric Rewoldt (Missing In Action)
mother; Abby Rewoldt (Deceased)
siblings; Illyria Rewoldt (Deceased)
spouse; N/A
children; N/A
other;

birth place; Bechenrich, Holland
history;

Nathan was born in Bechenrich, Holland. It was one of those tiny towns that unless you're from there, you would have never known existed. However, Nate was never there long enough to have any real memories of place, they moved away before his first birthday. And where to, you might be asking? The glorious United States of America.

Growing up in the U.S., in a big city nonetheless, had a major impact upon him as a child. Gangs rolled through their neighbor hood and it became the kind of place that for a young man you had to either me willing to stand up for yourself or take everyone's shit with a smile.

Nathan stood up for himself.

By the time he was fourteen he knew how to handle himself in a fight, he knew how to pick a lock, hot-wire a car, and knew the city like the back of his hand. Nathan never went onto high school, opting to drop out of school just before he started his sophomore year. That didn't sit well with his parents, and for that reason they kicked him from their home a few weeks later.

The next couple years passed in a flurry of violence and danger. To pay his bills and support himself, as well as feed his own desire for adrenaline and fun, Nathan turned to selling drugs. It wasn't the most glorious job, and sure some people tended to look down on him, but he didn't give a shit. He was who he was, people wanted his product, and he wanted their money. It was a beautiful system

Then the outbreak came, and everything went to hell in a flash. People started dropping left and right, government drones were crawling all over the city and it was just dropping into mayhem. Nate still remembers to this day leaving the city, watching as thousands of others were all ushered out at once. Like fucking cattle to the slaughter.

He had left the countryside quickly to return back to the city, not caring about the virus. If it really was some kind of Human-Ending super Virus then it would get him regardless of wherever he was, so he might as well go back to his own apartment. It was here he found something he hadn't expected. His parents.

They told him about his sister, how she had been dying of the virus and how they had left her to come looking for him. Eric told him how he thought possibly he was immune since he hadn't been infected after staying with Illyria. Not that Nathan had cared. In his eyes all he saw where two selfish people who had forced one child out, and then left the second to die alone. He had killed them both with single shots to the head, not thinking twice. They had given up any right to kindness from him the moment they had stopped being parents and turned into cowards.

Two years later Nathan still lives in the city. He doesn't really care if Humans bounce back or not, he just cares about keeping himself alive. Anything and anyone is expendable, that's how much he cares about his own life. Selfish, much?

and god bless you all

alias; Jaxson
age; 18
experience; Five years
sample; It was gentle, soft almost willing the Elf into sleep. Beckoning him to the comfort of his bed, but he did not go, instead he stood near the top of the Outpost, his eyes looking out towards the North, towards Home, and beyond that only Darkness. He then heard it again, the light pitter patter of the rain drops as they bounced off the wooden structure. It was raining again, it always was, or perhaps lately Icarius only noticed the whether when it was like this, he only stopped to look at it when it mirrored his own emotions. The water pouring forth from the sky being the forced needed to extinguish the eternal flame that burned within him. His bright blue eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about home, wondering if it truly was home anymore. Kalishio had become a joke now that the Majar did not rule. Cowards were the new ruling body...Icarius found himself clenching his fists tightly as he thought about it. How a fool sat on his Throne. Biting back the rage that built within him and turned away from the window.

The hour was late, well past night fall, and all around the Outpost Icarius looked at the sleeping Home Guard. Although they were the Guardians of the Royal Family, many had left the service to do what they had agreed to do; guard the Majar Family. Icarius was their charge now, they no longer cared for the royalty. Looking at the slumbering Elves smiled at their loyalty and silently thanked the Gods above for giving him men like this. Most of them had been with him since the beginning, and most would be with him till they met whatever end fate had decided for them, such was their loyalty to their Leader. Walking by them on silent feet he stopped by the fire, looking to the flames that lashed out at the wood that was rapidly being eaten away. Taking a log, Icarius placed it on the inferno, feeding the blaze before he walked from the room and headed outside.

Stepping out into the night, into the soft breeze that carried on its heels the smell of the fresh rain and the faint scent of the Golden Wood that lay only a few miles to the North, close to his Home. Turning away he walked out into the rain, his body wrapped tightly in a dark cloak that hid his fair skin from the night. Quickly he walked, his destination being that of a companion he truly felt at peace with, one he had for longer then he could remember. Pushing the heavy wooden doors open and leaving them ajar, Icarius stepped into the small barn of the outpost, his eyes falling on the stark white charger that slept in it's stall, however, the moment it caught scent of it's Rider it awoke. The barn smelt of the animals the sweet scent of hay, but the cool night gusts were quickly replacing it with a fresher scent, one that both Elf and Horse could appreciate.

Tentatively his hand stroked the soft muzzle of the Charger, the Horse pushing its nose into it's Masters hand, sensing his uneasiness. The Elf smiled lightly to himself, smiling at how an animal knew him enough to know he was upset about something, knew him enough to give him the kind of gentle care that a friend offered when in need. Looking away from the Horse, he once again looked out into the Ventrian Plains, this time looking South, to the Land of Men. His eyes searched the Plains, barely seeing the signel fire of the next Outpust, a Human Outpost. "Taliksa." He whispered to the Horse in Elven before giving the Beast a fresh apple and turning from the stalls, walking back to the entrance of the Barn. Once again his bright blue eyes searched the landscape, his golden hair tied back with a leather binding. The moon above cast just enough light on him to almost make his rather pale skin and bright features glow, almost.

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for the song you sang, saved us

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