Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

0
followers
follow

Nathaniel M. Layton

"I have CDO. It's a bit like OCD, but the letters are in alphabetical order, as they should be."

0 · 527 views · located in Montana, United States

a character in “History's Mansion, Traveller of Time”, as played by TheNovelust

Description

Image







General


Full Name: Nathaniel Matthew Layton

Nicknames: Always Nathaniel, Usually Nate, Sometimes Nat, Never Nathan.

Gender: Male

Age: 20


Image






Personal


Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single
Image
Likes:
  • Reading
  • Writing
  • Office Supplies (especially pens)
  • Solitude
  • Music

Dislikes:
  • People touching his things
  • Large crowds
  • Asking for help

Personality: Diagnosed with an extreme case of OCD, Nathaniel can be quite "quirky" to an outsider. Generally good natured, he prefers to wear a smile and not a frown. He forgives and forgets without difficulty in most cases, but when he feels someone has truly wronged him, his good favor is never to be won again. His sense of humor is a slightly questionable at times, but he’s rather charming and respects social norms and limits. At least most of the time. He is also easily distracted. He prefers solitude and books to social outings and people. He can become easily overwhelmed in a group, which causes him to act out some of his compulsions. He likes to do things his way, which means doing them the same way each and every time. While he can be very stubborn and set in his ways, he will usually bend to the will of others if confronted.







Appearance


Hair Color: Brown
Image
Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5 feet 10 inches

Weight: 147 pounds

Typical Clothing Style: Nathaniel usually goes for comfort over style. While at home, he loves being in a t-shirt, hoodie and either cargo shorts or blue jeans. His shirts never have words on them while his hoodies are only allowed to have simple, one worded logos on them, such as "College", "Yale", etc. He tends to stick to a monochromatic scale in his clothes, usually of blues and grays. His socks are the one place where he enjoys adding a little bit of color to his life. He often has bright, vibrant, mismatched socks with strange markings or designs on them. When going for a more business/business-casual look, he wears button downs and a blazer, once again keeping to a monochromatic scale with his mismatched socks.

Distinct Markings: He has a scar on the back of his head hidden by his hair.







History

Image
History: Nathaniel was born in Bryan, Texas to a single teenage mother. His mother wasn't ready for the responsibility of raising a child and handed her son off to his grandfather. She was around occasionally, but more as an older sister figure than as a mother. He never knew his father, who walked out on his mother the moment he found out she was pregnant. His grandfather was a kind and loving man who spoiled Nathaniel to pieces. Nathaniel was always a good child, calm and introspective. His grandfather also suffered from OCD, but not as severely as Nathaniel would eventually come to suffer himself.

Nathaniel found that he excelled at the academic aspects of school, but not the social. He had a hard time making friends due to his rather shy and introspective nature. He became consumed in his studies, but did make a few close friends throughout the course of his school life. He decided to go to Montana for school as he earned a full scholarship to the university. His grandfather passed away during his freshman year, during which time Nathaniel slipped into a depression that aggravated his OCD symptoms which had begun showing around the age of seventeen. It was only when he was hospitalized for his depression that he was diagnosed.

He took a year off to focus on his mental health, so although he is twenty, he's only a sophomore.

Other:


Obsessions:
  • Sticky substances or residues (avoidance of, especially ketchup)
  • Diseases (Specifically Syphilis)
  • Worry about throwing things away, even seemingly useless items
  • Urge to collect useless things
  • Feeling uncomfortable with empty space in the home and having a need to fill it
  • Urge to purchase multiples of the same item
  • Urge to maintain purchased items in pristine condition, resulting in not using them
  • Urge to pick up useless items from the ground
  • Excessive concern that handwriting be perfect or “just right”
  • Concern with aligning papers, books, and other items (i.e. pens) a certain “perfect” way
  • Excessive worry of having blasphemous thoughts and being punished for them
  • Excessive irrational fear of losing control and harming himself or others
  • Excessive irrational fear of acting on unwanted impulses (such as running over someone with his car)
  • Excessive irrational fear of choking or stabbing someone
  • Excessive irrational fear of blurring out insults, obscenities, or racial epithets
  • Excessive irrational fear of doing something embarrassing or looking foolish
  • Unwanted, worrisome, and intrusive sexual thoughts, images, or impulses of “snapping” or losing control
  • Unwanted, worrisome, and intrusive thoughts of molesting your own or other children
  • Unwanted, worrisome, and intrusive thoughts of groping others
  • Unwanted urge to know, seek out, and remember useless information (license plate numbers, names, words)
  • Fear of saying something wrong, not saying something just right, or leaving out details
  • Worry about losing things (especially those he hordes)
  • Worry about making mistakes
  • Worry that he didn’t perfectly understand something he read
  • Worry that he wrote imperfectly
  • Worry that he wrote an expletive or racial epithet without knowing it
  • Being easily bothered by certain sounds and noises (buzzing and certain voices)
  • Being easily bothered by the feeling of clothing or other textures on the skin (especially on knees)
  • Intrusive nonsense sounds, music, or words
  • Fear of saying certain words because of superstitious beliefs about those words
  • Excessive superstitious fears and rigid adherence to them
  • Excessive concern with lucky and unlucky numbers (odd vs. even)

Compulsions:
  • Showering or bathing preformed in a ritualistic way
  • Avoidance of objects considered contaminated
  • Checking that he didn’t make a mistake
  • Checking that nothing terrible happened
  • Checking that the jars are closed by excessive tightening
  • Saving or collecting seemingly useless items
  • Picking up useless items from the ground
  • Difficulty throwing seemingly useless items away as they might someday be useful
  • Reading and rereading things excessively
  • Excessively writing and rewriting things
  • Doing certain activities a particular number of times
  • Counting items (pens, tiles, books on a shelf)
  • Counting during compulsive activities
  • Arranging items in a certain order
  • Reassuring self-talk or mantras
  • Need to touch, tap, or rub certain items and people (textured walls)
  • Measures, other than checking, to prevent harm to self or others, such as avoidance of certain objects or extreme precautions to prevent highly unlikely harm or danger
  • Eating ritualistically according to specific rules (arranging food, eating at certain times, eating food in a particular order)
  • Pulling hair from his scalp
  • Acts of self-damage or self mutilation such as picking skin and cuticles
  • Compulsive shopping (related to hoarding; buys a number of things for fear of running out)






Image

So begins...

Nathaniel M. Layton's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Isaac Woods Character Portrait: Melody De'Lauren Character Portrait: Nathaniel M. Layton Character Portrait: Lisette Lefeuvre Character Portrait: Friedrich Davis Character Portrait: Tatum Donalds
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Candy_
(OOC: Got distracted by studying.. only to have the test be postponed until next Monday... I hope you all forgive me! We'll use the order of posting as the order of arriving in the house, feel free to interact with those who come before/after you. Good luck to all, and with any luck, I'll see all of you on the other side.)

Image


The chance that had been presented to him was nothing short of miraculous. Isaac had been looking for a place to live for a while; though living on campus was comfortable, there was something else that tugged at him, something that told him he had another place to be. And so when he read about a chance to live in a mansion, against his better judgement he took up on the offer.

Jolienne would have loved the irony, he thought to himself, slowly letting his car roll onto the driveway. He noticed that he was the first one arriving, and though there had been five other names on the sheet in the commons, he didn't have even the slightest idea of who they were.

A small part of him wanted to avoid finding out. He brushed that thought aside as he parked his car beneath an oak tree, spreading its branches over a patch of grass and a large pond. The front yard itself was impressively beautiful, and reminded him of his own at home - it looked as if fifty gardeners tended it every morning. Flowers bloomed nearly everywhere the eye could see, only being interrupted by cobble stone paths digging through the garden and several ponds scattered across the area.

Isaac turned his head away, a small phrase from Debussy's "Claire de Lune" floating through his thoughts. He held onto the piece as he walked through the garden and towards the door, imagining how Debussy might have played it if he were alive to be able to play the piece. And what he would have thought about someone transcribing it for piano.

His heart stopped for a brief moment, forced by panic, and he turned around and bolted for his car. The door opened with ease, as he had forgotten to lock it in a simple moment of bliss, but inside lay three of his instrument cases that he had brought with him. And upon seeing them, he let go a breath that he didn't know he was holding, grabbing the violin before shutting the door, and locking the car with a second thought.

That was how Isaac found himself entering the house. Granted that it was a mansion, he had been accustomed to houses of such sizes when he was younger, and no longer found it such a splendid thing - more a necessary evil that left him with thoughts of his father.

"Hello? Anyone home?" He listened to the echo of his voice carry through the house, and after it faded, there was no response. He took that as a simple sign to keep wandering through the house, and opened the first door he found, somewhere to the left of the main door. Engraved on a golden plaque was 'Ilyena's Study,' hanging on the front of the door.

Inside could be described as nothing less than pure joy for him to find. The windows, with the drapes thrown open, had a perfect view of the garden outside - but what he noticed more was the light being thrown onto the room. Everywhere, there were books in quantities that he had only dreamed of. Isaac carefully threw his violin onto the bed, and picked up the first piece of sheet music he found, the conductor's score for Chesnokov's 'Salvation is Created.'

He laughed merrily, and ran over to the grand piano sitting just besides the window. The lid opened easily, and while it was in need of dusting, the piano itself was relatively in tune for not having been played in some time. He carefully picked at the keys, playing the piece he had found, waiting for his other house mates to arrive.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Isaac Woods Character Portrait: Nathaniel M. Layton
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Although scholarships and financial aid paid most of his expenses during the course of the year, the money was rarely enough to get him through the summer without going back home, something he liked to avoid at all cost. The opportunity to live somewhere for nickles in the grand scheme of things in exchange for taking care of the house was really a no-brainer. He had never actually taken care of a house before, but there would be five others to help him know what to do. He had a hard time keeping things organized, but for an almost free place to live, he would double his efforts.

He saw a car already parked under a large tree and pulled his pick up next to it before shutting off the engine. If he had the choice, he would drive something smaller, more economical, but his grandfather had left him that truck shortly before he went off to university, and now that the old man had passed, Nathaniel couldn't let himself get rid of one of the last things that still connected him to the man that raised him. He had moved many of his possessions earlier in the week, but a few straggling items lay in the passenger seat besides him. Among these items lay a beaten, brown bookbag Nathaniel grabbed before exiting the vehicle. He slung the strap over his shoulder and made his way inside.

The ornate decorations in the foyer caught him off guard, possibly more beautiful than the rest of the grounds. He took a moment to run his eyes and fingers over the decorations, fingertips searching for nooks and crannies on the dark wood molding that lined one of the walls. The sound of musical notes reached his ears and he followed it until he came across the study.

The sheer amount of books covering almost every free inch of wall instantly caught his eye, making him feel as if he had died and gone to heaven. He could see himself spending most of his time divided between the study and his own room. He saw the other man sitting at the piano, playing a few notes here and there. He usually liked to keep to himself, but he knew he should at least attempt to be on good terms with his housemates.

"Oh, howdy there. I'm Nathaniel." The "howdy" slipped naturally into his speech, not from his Texas heritage, but from the tradition of saying it as a greeting from the college town he grew up in.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Isaac Woods Character Portrait: Nathaniel M. Layton Character Portrait: Tatum Donalds
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Though Tatum would never admit it she was starting to have doubts about this. She'd be the first to admit she wasn't exactly the most social of individuals, it wasn't like she was outright afraid of confrontation. No, it was more of the fact she'd be loving with these five individuals soon enough. She hoped one of them knew how to take care of a house. If you took a look at Tatum's room at her house (her old house, she remembered with a pang in her heart) then you'd see she could care less about tidying. It was a waste of time in her eyes.

But now Tatum sat outside said house in her run down Ford, unwilling to move. Her bag acted as a security blanket and she continued to fiddle with it in her lap. What if they didn't like her? It would be hard to live with people who dislike her. Or maybe she wouldn't like any of them. Numerous reason why this was a bad idea ran through her head.

She sighed and reached for her door. Tatum had swore to her dad she'd go through with this, and she never broke a promise to him. Stepping onto the ground she couldn't help but be amazed at the side of the house. She allowed herself a brief moment to just stare before making her way into the huge house.

Her bag never left her side as she entered the house. It was even more grand then she had originally thought. She was so caught up in the vastness of it that Tatum almost didn't notice the two men already here. It made sence she supposed. There were two cars out when she arrived. Breathing in deeply she strutted as confidently as she could toward the two. 'Hello. My name is Tatum. Nice to meet you.'

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Isaac Woods Character Portrait: Nathaniel M. Layton Character Portrait: Tatum Donalds
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Candy_
Image


He had lapsed into the usual excerpt from Chopin's First Nocturne, and nearly jumped when he heard someone else speak in the room. Isaac's fingers slipped and he hit a chord that made his skin shiver, at which point he looked up to see Nathaniel. He hadn't been expecting anyone to arrive for a while yet, and he had been so out of his thoughts that it still surprised him to see someone here.

Isaac stood up slowly to meet Nathaniel, surprising himself by finding that he was just a little taller. "Nathaniel, it is? I'm Isaac." He kept from his usual humor, hoping to make a good first impression; and as soon as he spoke, his eyes drifted behind to see Tatum entering the room.

I'm glad to see that my room has now been turned into the ballroom.

"Hello. My name is Tatum. Nice to meet you."

"Lovely to meet you. I would be Isaac, and that charming young man over there is Nathaniel." He bowed to Tatum, an old habit that he found hard to loose still. It wasn't that he minded being polite and all - that had never been a problem in his past.

And, of course, he felt that he was to take the liberty in introducing Nathaniel. That wasn't an old habit; that was Isaac trying to make enemies before the game even started. One of his favourite past times.

"So, let's pretend we're all friends here, and willing to sink on a ship together... Shall we explore the house? Unless, of course, you two have better things to be doing. I would assume that neither of you have found your own room yet?" He added some emphasis with that, trying to hint that he really wanted them out of his room as soon as could be, and looking for their own place to stay.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Isaac Woods Character Portrait: Nathaniel M. Layton Character Portrait: Tatum Donalds
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Nathaniel grit his teeth at the misplaced chord, but smiled and waved once Isaac acknowledged him. "Nice to meet you, Isaac." He never liked shaking hands and kept his own hands close to him in order to avoid the common gesture.

A new voice caused Nathaniel to turn around and look at the newcomer. He flashed a quick smile but was too slow to introduce himself. Nathaniel offered a little wave to Tatum as he was introduced to her before his hands returned to the strap of his bookbag and began worrying at the edges. He said the name over and over in his head, thinking it a bit strange and having to repeat it in order to become accustomed to it.

"Oh, is this your room?" Nathaniel glanced around the room once again, taking in more of it. He hadn't realized someone would be living in the room. It seemed like more of a common room than a bedroom. Either way, he now felt embarrassed that he had stepped into someone's room uninvited. "I'm sorry for just barging in here. Exploring sounds... fun." He forced another smile, even though exploring was very far from his idea of fun. He would rather find his room and plop down among his papers as soon as possible. He didn't catch the edge to Isaac's tone; he had never been good at picking up subtleties like that.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Isaac Woods Character Portrait: Nathaniel M. Layton Character Portrait: Tatum Donalds
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Tatum raised an eyebrow at the response Issac had given her. Assume we are friends? Inwardly she shrugged. That proved one person she probably wouldn't outright get along with. The other man however, Nathaniel if she remembered right, seemed promising. She could tell her wanted his own space, and he had a handbag. Two things she liked.

'It seems we walked in on a bad time Nathaniel. Though it was is quite hard to tell this is a room...' She shrugged and turned towards the door. 'However as much as I'd love to chit chat with someone as friendly as Issac I'd really like to get to my room.'

She placed a hand on the door knob and sent a look back. Inviting Nathaniel along could prove to be useful. Who knows, they might even get along. He already seemed like a much better option then Issac. 'Care to join me in the room hunt Nathaniel?'

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Isaac Woods Character Portrait: Melody De'Lauren Character Portrait: Nathaniel M. Layton Character Portrait: Lisette Lefeuvre Character Portrait: Tatum Donalds
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


The scarlet red of her blood matched the colour of her bicycle very well. The trees appeared to taunt her from above, as the blood trickled from her calf into her Swiss-made socks. Lisette Lefeuvre was very fortunately, in her regular personality as she rode to the mansion. Although the conditions may have provoked her second, Lisette's car had broken down, and calling the tow truck men only led to a stream of "Bonjour!", "Croissants are tasty!" and "You live in Paris?". The man, after being slightly racist, told her that they would take an hour to come to the vehicle. Lisette could not have arriving in the afternoon an option, she pulled her bicycle off the back of the car, accidentally sending a spoke across her calf.

Upon arrival, Lisette marveled at the exterior of the mansion, it was conspicuously different from her expectations. The garden looked as if it would require a lot of work, and several cars were packed near the large tree Already, Goodness!. Lisette released her hands from the hand-grips, riding free for a few closed-eyes seconds, before letting it sit against the entrance pillars of the mansion. Before demounting her bicycle, she rethought the aforementioned surprise, riding a bicycle halfway from the university to here was certainly going to allow the others to arrive first.

Lisette unhooked her favourite sabre from her bicycle and slung her backpack, full of fruit, books, computer and telephone, over her shoulders. She knocked over a daffodil, soon after attempting to reassemble it into its former straight position. After Lisette felt as happy with the daffodil as possible, she continued on her route to the front door, which was conveniently wide open.

Upon entry, similar to the others, Lisette marveled at the decorations, the style of the doors, the chandeliers, the interior certainly did not resemble her original home. Seven seconds of observing the walls gave her sudden worries for tracking mud on the floor, she would not want to get her new French Carpet the colour of soil. Lisette attempted to remember the location of her new room, Second Floor? Where on the Second Floor? she decided it was best to simply explore the area for her room instead of ponder her embarrassingly short memory.

Lisette passed the room in which Nathaniel, Tatum and Issac were present, then walked a few steps backwards to greet and possibly request help from the people she would be traveling in time with(not that she would know that). "Why! Good day to you? Are you searching for rooms as well?", She said, with a very strict Swiss accent.