Post by Nathan Malone on Jul 17, 2006 23:44:31 GMT -5
Name: James Sanchez Nathan Malone
Age: 23
Race: Wiccan
Racial Information: (Read the dictionary) However unlike most wiccas who tkae on but one side (such as elment), Nathan was forced to practised all elements. This is rare to wiccans, therefor, he is only a few who practise all forms.
Personality: Even though Nathan is very quiet about his life, after jail, he tried to change himself. He read more about the Wiccas, practised harder, and took on a job in Times Square. Being who he is, means nothing to him, but he only lets his magic out when he chooses too. A smile may flickera flame in his fireplace, a gaze at the sky may trickler rain. He practises for all he can to be a Wiccan of many abilities.
Strengths: Nathan is very strong physically, he could fist fight those who need it. He can run farther then any human can handle. His mind is focused, yet simple for unexpected moments. Nathan can easily hide his emotions away, as well as who he is.
Weaknesses: Does not open himself up so easily. Takes on life too negitively.
Physical Description:
-Hair: Bald, black
-Eyes: Dark green
-Skin tone: tan
-Weight: 165 pds
-Height: 5 " 8
Family: His parents were killed in a car crash when Nathan was 10. He alone survived the side to side collusion. His adoptive parents, Ginger and Dennis kept with him until Nathan turned 16 and left to visit Africa, hoping to find something there.
Background Information: (leaving off on the family) Africa was beautiful, he had to admit to that. It also gave better practise to Nathan with his Earth. There was something in his wiccan practises that made it so empty. The people he stayed with, showed him around the Savanna, getting to know what South Africa was about. From the big elephants, to the big cats. Which, NAthan kept his eyes on the most. He knew some where shapeshifters just wanting to live as their animal form, which was understandable.
When he was 18, he flew back to gain his degree. During Africa, a tutor had to be with him to keep his studies up-which was fine. Everything was good after that. He did not need to spend his world with those humans anymore. He was a wiccan who spent his free time getting better. Yet, he had no parents, no one to run too. (Ginger and Dennis was last in line.) So, he could only do what he thought was okay. He went into a fine hotal, waited until the counter man was away from the counter, then stole a pair of keys. For a month things were okay, until the pay was not given to the hotal. Just as Nathan was leaving for the night, there...security stood at the end of the hallway. Scared, Nathan turned and booked. At first he let the flames of a few candles in the hallway rise, Nathan knocking them down quickly. But then, He rose it to much, the flames to high to handle. Two security guys were killed. Leaving two more from the other end. Nathan kept moving, and knocking down things in their path.
Nathan was so close to the door, freedom. The counter man had to step in his way, so Nathan couldn't go. His fustration rose as he grabbed the mans neck,.....everything stopped hearing a crack. Loosing his grip, The counterman fell to the floor, limp.
His sentence was suppose to be for 8 years in Prison. though while his cell door was shut, locked away for sleep, Nathan continued his magic. Refilling the water in his cup he kept aside. Outside, he let a breeze come into his cell, justo to smell the fresh air while the others rotten. But fire...he could not do. Everyday he woke up early, the celldoors opening for breakfast. The officers passed around ciggreetes and matchs to all the guys. Nathan took them to calm his antsy moods.
21....an age, he came to remember well. Not once since staying here had he thought about the matchs that was stuffed into his pocket for later use. Before his cell door shut for the night, Nathan took off his blue over shirt, threw set it on the ground, lit up one match, and threw it on his shirt. The flames rose quickly, causing the guards to go in a panic. THe flames rose once more, before slipping out..running for freedom. He used his remaining matchs to stop the guards.
It was a year later he came to keep hsi life on a downlow. Even changing his name to James Sanchez. He had found the perfect job at the New York Chronicle newspaper. It was an easy task, Lying through his teeth to get this job. After work, he'd head to his apartment, the manager more then happy "James Sanchez" was a rich man from Italy, giving him the top floor pent house. Nathan was not rich, never made the newspaper for school, or ever been to Italy. But he could not think to go back ot this jailhouse where all he did was entertain himself with his magic.
Additional Information: Nathan Malone is not a bad guy. He did ly, but it doesn't mean he wanted to take on this kind of life. Nathan would understand, no one would want to be with a liar, criminal, and murder. Thinking back at 18, he could still feel how terrifed he became running down those hallways, killing those people. His powers alone kept him sane from the outside world. Nathan was alone in the world, there was no one to run too, no one to be with, and no one to share holidays with.
Seeing that, Nathan made his pent house wiccan style. He hung a tapstry on the wall with a ruined star (look at the banner) bar infront of it. On his coffee table has a black candle, blue, green, red, and white. His couchs and chairs are leather but has a velevet blanket on them. His aquarium is a replica of a beach. There's a small shark that swims in the water. Nathan does not use much electricty either, candles are his light. And his room is always scented with insence.
With eyes closed, Nathan always hopes something, or someone is out there. He'd accept being alone in this little world he created, always looking for any signs the police recongize his appearence now. Hiding in fear, Nathan hopes his jail days were over, and his name will be cleared. Until then, he is James Sanchez, the Italian rich man living it up in his pent house.
-- Member of HIDE
Age: 23
Race: Wiccan
Racial Information: (Read the dictionary) However unlike most wiccas who tkae on but one side (such as elment), Nathan was forced to practised all elements. This is rare to wiccans, therefor, he is only a few who practise all forms.
Personality: Even though Nathan is very quiet about his life, after jail, he tried to change himself. He read more about the Wiccas, practised harder, and took on a job in Times Square. Being who he is, means nothing to him, but he only lets his magic out when he chooses too. A smile may flickera flame in his fireplace, a gaze at the sky may trickler rain. He practises for all he can to be a Wiccan of many abilities.
Strengths: Nathan is very strong physically, he could fist fight those who need it. He can run farther then any human can handle. His mind is focused, yet simple for unexpected moments. Nathan can easily hide his emotions away, as well as who he is.
Weaknesses: Does not open himself up so easily. Takes on life too negitively.
Physical Description:
-Hair: Bald, black
-Eyes: Dark green
-Skin tone: tan
-Weight: 165 pds
-Height: 5 " 8
Family: His parents were killed in a car crash when Nathan was 10. He alone survived the side to side collusion. His adoptive parents, Ginger and Dennis kept with him until Nathan turned 16 and left to visit Africa, hoping to find something there.
Background Information: (leaving off on the family) Africa was beautiful, he had to admit to that. It also gave better practise to Nathan with his Earth. There was something in his wiccan practises that made it so empty. The people he stayed with, showed him around the Savanna, getting to know what South Africa was about. From the big elephants, to the big cats. Which, NAthan kept his eyes on the most. He knew some where shapeshifters just wanting to live as their animal form, which was understandable.
When he was 18, he flew back to gain his degree. During Africa, a tutor had to be with him to keep his studies up-which was fine. Everything was good after that. He did not need to spend his world with those humans anymore. He was a wiccan who spent his free time getting better. Yet, he had no parents, no one to run too. (Ginger and Dennis was last in line.) So, he could only do what he thought was okay. He went into a fine hotal, waited until the counter man was away from the counter, then stole a pair of keys. For a month things were okay, until the pay was not given to the hotal. Just as Nathan was leaving for the night, there...security stood at the end of the hallway. Scared, Nathan turned and booked. At first he let the flames of a few candles in the hallway rise, Nathan knocking them down quickly. But then, He rose it to much, the flames to high to handle. Two security guys were killed. Leaving two more from the other end. Nathan kept moving, and knocking down things in their path.
Nathan was so close to the door, freedom. The counter man had to step in his way, so Nathan couldn't go. His fustration rose as he grabbed the mans neck,.....everything stopped hearing a crack. Loosing his grip, The counterman fell to the floor, limp.
His sentence was suppose to be for 8 years in Prison. though while his cell door was shut, locked away for sleep, Nathan continued his magic. Refilling the water in his cup he kept aside. Outside, he let a breeze come into his cell, justo to smell the fresh air while the others rotten. But fire...he could not do. Everyday he woke up early, the celldoors opening for breakfast. The officers passed around ciggreetes and matchs to all the guys. Nathan took them to calm his antsy moods.
21....an age, he came to remember well. Not once since staying here had he thought about the matchs that was stuffed into his pocket for later use. Before his cell door shut for the night, Nathan took off his blue over shirt, threw set it on the ground, lit up one match, and threw it on his shirt. The flames rose quickly, causing the guards to go in a panic. THe flames rose once more, before slipping out..running for freedom. He used his remaining matchs to stop the guards.
It was a year later he came to keep hsi life on a downlow. Even changing his name to James Sanchez. He had found the perfect job at the New York Chronicle newspaper. It was an easy task, Lying through his teeth to get this job. After work, he'd head to his apartment, the manager more then happy "James Sanchez" was a rich man from Italy, giving him the top floor pent house. Nathan was not rich, never made the newspaper for school, or ever been to Italy. But he could not think to go back ot this jailhouse where all he did was entertain himself with his magic.
Additional Information: Nathan Malone is not a bad guy. He did ly, but it doesn't mean he wanted to take on this kind of life. Nathan would understand, no one would want to be with a liar, criminal, and murder. Thinking back at 18, he could still feel how terrifed he became running down those hallways, killing those people. His powers alone kept him sane from the outside world. Nathan was alone in the world, there was no one to run too, no one to be with, and no one to share holidays with.
Seeing that, Nathan made his pent house wiccan style. He hung a tapstry on the wall with a ruined star (look at the banner) bar infront of it. On his coffee table has a black candle, blue, green, red, and white. His couchs and chairs are leather but has a velevet blanket on them. His aquarium is a replica of a beach. There's a small shark that swims in the water. Nathan does not use much electricty either, candles are his light. And his room is always scented with insence.
With eyes closed, Nathan always hopes something, or someone is out there. He'd accept being alone in this little world he created, always looking for any signs the police recongize his appearence now. Hiding in fear, Nathan hopes his jail days were over, and his name will be cleared. Until then, he is James Sanchez, the Italian rich man living it up in his pent house.
-- Member of HIDE