Post by nathanielredenei on Jan 25, 2013 15:25:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #1f4579 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] At the end of the day you're another day colder FULL NAME: Nathaniel Re Denei NICKNAMES: Nate HERITAGE: French AGE: 25 GROUP: The Sacred Heart (Second in Command ) CANON: Nope Original PLAYBY: Joseph Morgan ----- PERSONALITY: Nathaniel where do I start? In fact where would you like me to start? Tell you what let’s start from the beginning how he acts to his enemies. Nate is a cold hearted man when it comes to dealing with his enemies, or those that have wronged him. He is not kind to them nor will he ever be, he is swift and efficient and always deals with them when best to. He does not care for their pleas neither giving them a second chance, that in his mind is a chance that they can easily ruin. Friends though, friends he treats with the proper respect they deserve, he will help them if need be, however he will tell them outright if he thinks them wrong. He can be a compassionate caring person but this side of him does not always come to light due to how he often keeps his feelings close to him, always in check, not letting many get too close to him which make him at times seem very antisocial. There are a few who he is very open with, those people being his Long time close friend Vicomte Henri Roquefeuil-Blanquefort, Helene de Rochambeau and the Child Vanessa Broqe Fortbeau. Nathaniel is a very determined and focused man always willing to see something through to the end he will die for a cause he believes to be right. He can easily think on the fly making plans up as he goes along, or easily making an adjustment to one if it comes to it. Nathaniel is brilliant at planning the next move, and the next move after that and so forth, making sure they are consistent, he is very good at guessing where an enemy will strike, however he often more than not gets overconfident of his planning skills leading him to make many a crucial mistake. Nate does not like needless pain torture and misery, though he himself can be a bit hypocrite when he needs information. Nate Having often done a lot of things he thinks is wrong when others do it. He does not mind a bit of fun even if he does not act like it. A man that is very good a humoring his friend Henri when he gets overly passionate about things, he is not afraid to tell him or others no, but then Nate and Henri know each other well. Nathaniel Likes Writing be it in a journal or a book, include that with a passion for research and History, he is often seen looking over books of an historical nature or looking at uncovered Historical aartefact's. His family it's self has plenty of things of a Historical nature to do with the family. He Likes to keep a situation grounded and to stop any panic before it begins, he hates long speeches and finds them boring and unneeded, all you need in his mind is a good few rousing words and you’re done. Traitors to the cause and anyone who overly abuses a position of power even more so through cruelty does not sit well with Nate. Simple enjoyments such food is something he enjoys, every bit of food to him means something, and it should be savored and hard fought for. Nate does not live every day like it's his last but he accepts the dangers of revolution and is prepared to die to see a Republic. While not overly cautious he does not like it when people rush headlong into things without thinking or plan, being cautious is the way to stay alive being one of his motto's, however this does not mean he won’t take a gamble or chance it just means very rarely will he do so. Romance as of the moment is closed, he fell in love once but she did have the same love for him as he did her, she was never his, his heart is more open to a young girl as of this moment; She is the daughter of said lover. APPEARANCE: Most of Nathaniel's clothing is Dark not utterly black but always on the darker side, something he has always preferred nothing to do with his mood. Usually he will wear a high collared a dark ocean blue overcoat, though sometimes he will wear a simple grey Cuffed shirt. His Shoes of course a once polished black but now somewhat dirtied from constant use the black fading away somewhat. Wars a normal Grey coloured pantaloons. He has a Jewel encrusted Sword attached to his belt that he only carries around when with the Sacred Heart for protection he says, it also holds some sentimental value to him, it being his fathers. He does however at all times carry around a concealed pistol hidden in inside pocket of his overcoat. Nathaniel is said to have lions mane, his dark brown locks thick but soft to touch, covering most of his ears only just showing them, however he only has a small fringe must of his hair seems somewhat combed back. His gaze is said to be intense though others like to call it dreamy, his eyes a maroon colour, he has well-structured face and strong cheek bones though he has a scar just under his left ear. He stands at an average height but looks very well fed and light skin but not pale. His legs are of an adequate length his feet are a size 9. He is said to do a really good piercing glare GOALS: For there to be a Republic. To Keep Vanessa Broqe Fortbeau safe and to maybe right a Historical non-fiction book. HISTORY: Nathaniel Re Denei is an upper class man born originally in Paris to Jean Re Danei an influential Scholar and Teacher, his mother Helene Vie Danei, she was ill for most of her life having three children made it much worse to the point she regretted having them. She fell ever more ill when her youngest two children died from illness themselves both not even over four months old. Nathaniel was oldest but that turned very quickly into the only child as time went on his mother’s health decayed and she soon passed away when he was but 6 years old, effecting his father badly. The Family itself was an old family dating back for centuries, there are lot of historical artefacts within the family that prove this entire fact about the family, most recently family members have taken up teaching or historical research in fascination of this long family history. The Family has always been very well off. After his mother died his father’s health also deteriorated but he would last until Nate was 23 years of age having already moved away. On his death bed he talked about he could finally be with his wife and how much he missed her. Nate himself had been affected by his mother’s death but never really as much as his father, it did help that he though young had realized how ill his mother truly was, and by the time she passed he had come to terms with it, his father never saw it as too bad until it was too late. Nate while born in Paris the family relocated though it took some time to just on the outskirts of the Village of Barbizon, it did help that they owned property there. It was here that Nate met and grew up with Vicomte Henri Roquefeuil-Blanquefort the future leader of the Sacred Heart, they gained many of the same ideals playing together and coming best friends and very close, Henri became one of the few that Nathaniel ever opened up to. Nathaniel was always of the opinion of a republic, however this belief was strengthened at the age of 14 when he saw the true suffering and anguish of the poor, and how those of the higher classes and the king looked down upon them. Nate would always hep Henri no matter what. At the Age of 10 he met a girl by the name of Adeleia Broqe Mironala, who would later become mother to Vanessa Broqe Fortbeau, they to became friends often joining with Henri to do different things not caring of her lower class status. The friendship soon developed in to a love at the age of 13, however he was more madly in love with her than she was with him, she soon a year later fell in love and married a traveler a English man who settled in the town by the name of Humphrey Fortbeau, a year after that they would have a child named Vanessa Broqe Fortbeau. Nathaniel also made sure to keep in contact with them, he did have a healthy relationship with the child, though it often became more likely to start helping Henri out and by the age 15 had turned most of his attention to the purist of Historical records and Knowledge, having since then read many books on many different times. He would also study maps and would plan for just about everything even if he did not use the plan and made things up on the fly. As Times Worsened he agreed more and more on Henri's ideas of making a some sort of rebel army, in fact he could tell things would only get worse, and when the Scared Heart was made he joined his friend instantly, ever since then it has begun to grow as a rebel army. Henri would be its leader while, Nate was to be its second in command. Nate was angered considerably by the atrocities at Barbizon having only just escaped himself though he was equally devastated by what happened to Adeleia Broqe Mironala and her husband, they were murdered, for apparently having been contact with a man they decided was a traitor though they knew nothing about Nate's contact with them, it was someone else this was false information. Nathaniel had been able to save the now 10 year old girl Vanessa Broqe Fortbeau before she was found, the authorities had not been able to find where she had been hidden. He smuggled her out into the Sacred Heart base where he has promised himself to keep her safe, to look after her. He does so with the help of Helene de Rochambeau who often looks after her when he is busy. He also swore he will get revenge on the man who gave this false information a man who happened unbeknown to him to be a person very against his family. ----- ALIAS: Nate AGE: 19 GENDER: Male OTHER CHARACTERS: MAXIMILIEN NOEL LAVIER HOW DID YOU FIND US: Well proboards support but vie been here a week ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Right, left, right and left some more, now all he needed to do was go straight on, he hoped. Maxi was in a hurry in such a hurry that he had gotten himself lost almost five times in a row, which had made him rush even more than he already was leading him into a few dead ends, he had thought himself going the wrong way at least once or twice. He had been to this town more than a few times it should of been simple enough to navigate his way around, one of the funny things was that he would of been able to if he had been taking his time to think things through, but no he was in a rush and so was his brain. Maxi decided that maybe it was best if he stopped and got his bearings before moving on, otherwise he was never going to find his way there. Where was it you ask the young lad wanted or needed to be and where was he exactly? Maximilien happened to be in the French town of Calais, he had been around the area for some time snooping about and of course seeking the next grand adventure. Maxi was in such haste due to mainly not wanting to miss Sir Percy Blakeney, who he had heard was to be arriving in France very soon, in this very town to be precise. When the young lad had heard this he had instantly made for the town, he had some information for the league that he had been hoping to give them for a few days now, and it looked like that right now Percy would be the right person to contact. There was another but, it had been no use to contact him, the person was not around at the time, anyway Max liked Percy he was amusing and, plus he knew of his double life. He had met him a few times, so it felt only natural to give the information, also since he was already in his poor street kid attire, he felt it would be an easier way to talk to him, the only problem being? Well he had not really thought that far ahead, how was he going to talk to Percy in the first place? How was he going to stop the carriage? These were some of the questions that had yet to even grace his mind. Maxi had stopped for long enough if he did not get moving now there was no way the young lad was going to be able to meet Percy then he would have the perplexing problem of trying to find him again. Shaking his head Maxi finally realized where he was, his face broke into a grin and he chuckled, well it was more of a boyish chuckle but oh well. Dear lord I am stupid, this is the alley before the main street, he could have continued straight forward, as he had told himself earlier and found himself at the main street in an instant. Maxi had, been worrying for naught, though if he did not head off now he would not get there in time, there was no use standing around contemplating this simple fact. Upon reaching the street Maxi saw something that made his mood drop, there seemed to be a few street kids near one of the alleys opposite attacking each other ravenously in an attempt to get some old crumbling bread that was only a few inches in front of them. He made a step to go over and help them out but within moments they tumbled out of view plus Max was distracted by a carriage that had begun to approach. He glanced up at it and his face lit up like beacon of pure energy, inside only just he could see Sir Percy, and hmmm his wife? Yes he believed so; he had not known she would be here though. Without thinking he made a mad dash for it, his face showed his determination. He was nearly run over for his troubles having recklessly almost crashed in to the oncoming carriage, he had succeeded in slowing it down at least, however one look at the driver he could tell he was not going to stop, he shouted out for him to do so anyway, which to be honest he had already guessed it would not work, he looked just like a penniless street kid one among the swarms of them out in the gutters. A look he had been trying to pull of, so there was not point complaining. He did catch a glance of his wife as she looked out to see the commotion, and tried to shout out again also waving for what good that would do, the driver had already begun to pick up speed. Sighing Max racked his brains for options and came to conclusion that maybe, shadowing the carriage until it reached its destination may be a safe bet. Though it could get him in trouble, but then getting out of that trouble would be fun. He was about to continue after it but it stopped just before it got too far, why? Well Maxi had no idea, maybe Percy had noticed him, or maybe it was having problems, either way Max was much happier, it might make things a lot simpler all together. He made towards the carriage carefully deciding his best bet was not to look threatening. Like I could he told himself, he was most likely one of the least threatening people around. And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
