Post by NATHAN FREEMAN on Sept 5, 2012 13:42:07 GMT -5
*Nathan Russell Freeman*
“ Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! ”
[/size]“ Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! ”
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**...basics*
name...[/b][/size] Nathan R. Freeman
nickname...[/b][/size] Nathan, Nate, Russ
He used to be called Russ by his friends in University but he never truly enjoyed the nickname. He usually prefers to just be called Nathan but Nate is acceptable.
age...[/b][/size] 52 years young
gender...[/b][/size] Male
grade...[/b][/size] He finished school, many years ago.
occupation...[/b][/size]
hometown...[/b][/size] Larne, Ireland UK (northern Ireland)
sexuality...[/b][/size] Nathan considers himself Asexual
personification...[/b][/size] The Jabberwock
status...[/b][/size] Awake
face claim...[/b][/size] Liam Neeson[/blockquote]
...appearance*
physical...[/b][/size]
Nathan is a little tall, standing at a nice six foot, four inches and is pretty solid as well as nicely built, but not overly muscular. He keeps his hair trimmed about two three inches long on the top, making it a little messy and shaggy sometimes. Nathan normally keeps his hair styled back to keep it from his eyes. The fellow is normally seen with a bit of scruff on his chin and cheeks, but occasionally he’ll shave it all off in favor of the cleaner look. He occasionally wears glasses as well, but most of the time prefers contacts in his dark ocean blue eyes. His eyes are normally half lidded and slightly baggy from all the time he has spent worrying about his future. Nathan’s face is dappled with laugh lines and some more distinguished wrinkles, but all come with age and seem to make him look wiser than anything else.
clothing style...[/b][/size]
Thanks to his upbringing, Nathan prefers to look nice no matter where he is or what the situation is so he is normally seen wearing a white button up shirt (unbuttoned at the top and looking only slightly disheveled) and a nice black jacket of sorts. He prefers the comfort of blue jeans to much anything else, but will sometimes wear black slacks to up his look a little. Around his neck is always a little chain that is hidden behind the button up shirt. That chain carries an old wedding ring from his wife and he never really speaks about her.
defining traits...[/b][/size]
Nathan has a small scar over the side of his neck and ending just at his adams apple. He also has a large “dragon” tattooed on his back that creeps over his shoulder and rests its head on his chest. (wings rest on his shoulder blades and the tail spirals down his spine to just above his trouser line.)[/blockquote]
...personal info*
personality...[/b][/size]
The big guy is a kind older gentleman, always polite to everyone he meets. Others enjoy his company due to his love of storytelling and his gentle voice when he speaks. (the soft accent from his homeland helps) When he’s by himself, Nathan is a horrible worrywart. His mind is always on the future and the literary past. He blames the Jabberwocky for the death of his wife and he blames his own shortcomings on the beast as well.
Nathan enjoys reading and learning about the world and spreading that knowledge to others. He’s a fan of Sherlock Holmes, other mystery themed stories, CSI, NCIS, and Doctor Who. He also enjoys going to musicals and plays, just to see how the story plays out in other people’s minds. Nathan is an avid people watcher and loves just sitting in public places to watch people pass by over the top of whatever he’s reading at the time. He enjoys having a cigarette occasionally as well, and is never far off from a pack of smokes, even if he doesn’t smoke them all the time.
He doesn’t really enjoy too many sweets, and hates the taste of most citrus fruits, unless it’s a lime, then he’s all over it. Although he enjoys reading, he doesn’t really enjoy Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, he finds the use of gibberish silly and rather insulting in some cases. (*cough Jabberwock poem cough*)
life until now...[/b][/size]
Nathan was born in Larne, Ireland on August 5th 1960 to Frank and Lily Freeman. Due to a boat accident when he was an infant, Nathan was raised by his Grandparents, Melody and Aaron Fisher and grew up in a nurturing and fantastic household. He really never knew his parents, but he always knew that they were in a happier place now. He went through school rather quickly and hungry for more knowledge. When grade school was done, he went on to University to study literature and history, graduating with an MA in Literature. After graduation and years of university, he decided to move to the US and begin teaching at the State University of New York. It was close enough to home that visiting would be easier, and far enough away so that he could be out on his own.
Nathan met his wife, Elizabeth, at the university when he was 27; she was the Art History instructor and a bouncy, active piece of work. He adored everything about her and poured himself into their relationship until they married one year later. After a year of marriage (29) Lizzy gave birth to their only child, Alexander and the two of them were infatuated with the little guy. Nathan took off of work to help with the raising of this new ball of joy.
As Alex grew, Lizzy and Nathan grew closer and closer. When Alex turned 14 (Nathan was 43), Elizabeth was taking a trip down south for an art expedition when the plane had an engine seizure; No one survived. With Elizabeth’s death, Nathan was devastated. During this huge emotional explosion, the Jabberwock emerges. With this realization of who he is, Nathan blames the beast for the death of his wife and becomes slightly distant. He buries himself in the raising of his son and pulls out of teaching to start a new book store in the older portion of New York City named after the creature within him. (sick sense of humor, that one.)
His son decided to go to Ireland and in doing so, Nathan keeps in touch very sporadically, only sending him a phone call on his birthday and Christmas for fear that the Jabberwock may cause another death in his family. Nathan now sits about in the store when it is open, giving the knowledge of the writers to those that are interested in coming in to read, wondering what his future will hold.
the present...[/b][/size]
Nathan currently resides in the little apartment above his book store in New York City and works down there daily. It’s a smaller store, but is full of character and has a guard cat named Lucy, who just so happens to be a big old Mane Coon. He prefers to bike everywhere, if not just walk since it’s not too hard to get anywhere he needs. Most of the time he can be found at the store, although, occasionally, he’s asked to go to some of the local universities and schools to teach a class on literature.
other notes...[/b][/size]
Every morning he slips off to Starbucks to grab a quick black coffee with a dash of espresso. [/blockquote]
...literature*
title...
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
backstory...
The Jabberwocky appears only in a poem within the book, but within that poem, the beast is slain with the Vorpal sword by having its head cut off. Alice takes note of the poem and asks Humpty Dumpty about meanings later on. If we are going off of the movie interpretation of the Jabberwocky; he’s a large dragon like beast that fights for the Queen of Hearts during the final battle of the movie. He fights against Alice as she wields the Vorpal blade and eventually slices off the creature’s head. The blood of the Jabberwocky has the power to grant a wish to the drinker in said movie and brings Alice back home.
...the roleplayer*
tell us about you...[/b][/size]
Hi there! My name is Crys, but I used to go by Phesto on other RP boards that I frequented. After a few months, *cough a year or more cough*, of growing up and learning a bit more about myself, I’ve decided to show back up on the RP scene! Aimee showed me this Forum and I’m totally up for it! I have been RPing for years and the past Forum I was a part of was called Zoanthrope Investigations. [/blockquote]
...writing*
writing sample ...[/b][/size]
(this has nothing to do with the character above, this is a start for a personal RP with a friend. :3 )
The sky was grubby, a dirty brown from the recent wasteland-ish scraps that had begun thanks to a few bits of miscommunication in the parliament. Clouds could only cover parts of the horrid dirty sky, and even the sun shied away from the disgusting filth below the atmosphere. Everyone was horrified with this society and the filth that ran the streets. The upper class thought nothing of the lower grimy sewer rats that ran between alleys and over the street. The people here were cursed, living only for themselves and not in the interest of others.
A figure sat perched atop the tallest building in the town, body draped in thick leather to protect from the harsh storms that sometimes permeated the city walls. Dark eyes peered through thick tinted goggles that sat over his face and rested atop a thick metallic respirator. Cyrus, that figure, was unhappy with the way this town was failing and perhaps being here was what the universe wanted of him, a horrid joke to play on the fact that society was crumbling and they wanted an angel of death to help ease the passing of an era. This presence of this so called angel was a curse on the people, even if they thought of it as a saving grace. He was only here to start a plague, to destroy these people, to rid the world of this ridiculous place and hope that some sense of normalcy would return to the planet.
The wind pushed through the dirt saturated air, pushing a sand storm into town and taking its toll on the unsuspecting metal buildings below. The highest scraper was slowly being eaten away by these daily storms, yet the people below kept on; goggles protecting their eyes, clothes protecting their bodies, respirators protecting their faces, completely ignorant of what would happen to them. Cyrus let out a gentle sigh, respirator groaning under the quick airflow. This was going to be one hell of a week, especially with the upping frequency of these storms. There was so much work to be done and he needed to push through, perhaps he’d find what he needed to start off this horrid plan of his, or maybe the city would just do the work for him; collapse on itself, create the utter chaos needed to destroy itself… just maybe he wouldn’t have to do any work at all.
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