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Nathaniel F Flynn

''Gentleman of course... but my job requests unsavory actions to be taken.''

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a character in “Portal City”, originally authored by xfaithyx123, as played by RolePlayGateway

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【More Than The Mugshot...】
β€œFormalities. They are always boring.”


☞Full Name☜
Nathaniel Francis Flynn

☞Nicknames☜
Fran, Red.

☞Age☜
28

☞Ethnicity☜
Russian

☞Gender☜
Male

☞Sexual Orientation☜
Homosexual

☞Hometown☜
New Orleans, Louisiana, US.

【Tale Of The Tape...】
β€œI assure you I am perfectly normal, Sir.”


☞Height☜
6'1 Foot
☞Weight☜
152 Ibs, Underweight.
☞Eye Color☜
Pale white blue
☞Hair☜
Snow white with red tops, short and choppy.

☞Body Type☜
Slender with toning.
☞Special Markings☜
Scar on his left shoulder blade from a conflict. He is scarred for a number of conflicts actually...

☞Extras☜
Suffers with a disease, Hereditary Spherocytosis. From his mother's side of the family.

【Behind The Mechanics...】
β€œOf course I have likes and dislikes and so forth. I am alive am I not?”


☞Likes☜
-Vodka, he is Russian after all, but he also has a slight dependence of it.
-Loyalty, this is a big thing for him always has been after all if you can't trust yourself then you need a friend to be there to do it.
-Shoe knifes, syringes, knives and poison rings, He loves the fancy tactics of subtle brutality and loves even more to look good while doing it.
-Water related pleasures, He loves to swim, scuba diving, steam rooms/saunas for the reason that water is fun and helps his... condition be less painful.
-Marking her territory or targets, It is not a crazy fetish he has or maybe it is. But the point to it is that no one will forget what this bastard can really do especially when death is hardly a fear of his.

☞Dislikes☜
-Promise breakers or liars even if she is one sometimes.
-Bloody clothing, He likes to keep his expensive wares perfectly clean and looked after. Plus blood stains.
-Not getting to drink, He wants it... If he doesn't get it well, you are just going to have to deal with the punch to the face or the kick to the groin. He is not clean fighter.
-Whiskey, the only drink he will pass on, tastes like olive oil to him...
-Hot weather, think of it as a weakness as his condition is much more unbearable at this time and he is most likely at home not answering his phone in a cold bath with vodka... possibly crying. Who said men don't cry?
☞Habits☜
-Drinking.
-Self medicating.
-Covering his mouth to hid his eyes in times his emotions are readable.

☞Fears☜
-His illness making him unable to walk.
-People seeing how vulnerable he really is or soft...

☞Secrets☜
-Alcohol dependency even though it is obvious...
-His illness.

☞Disabilities☜
-Suffers with a disease, Hereditary Spherocytosis. From his mother's side of the family.
-Needs glasses to see...

【Armed And Dangerous...】
β€œNever been on for God so I will kill someone in a church without regret... I lost that feeling long ago my friend.”



☞Style☜
Clean, silent assassination or subtle brutality as he likes to put it. he uses knifes, needles, poison rings and his knife shoes. Blood expected...

☞Skills☜
-Blending into crowds or places after kills.
-Uncaring nature to killing like it were a house chore...
-Smooth play of words. Silver tongued.
-Knowing how to accessorize with the tools of death at hand without looking out of place.

☞Weaknesses☜
-Her illness.
-Summertime or hot days, bad for her health.
-Drunkness...

So begins...

Nathaniel F Flynn's Story

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Character Portrait: John Ross Michael ulfric Dean Heshman, 15th Character Portrait: Nathaniel F Flynn Character Portrait: Kyle Macintosh Character Portrait: Noelle Delainey Character Portrait: Kinro Character Portrait: Karkat Vantas (carcinoGeneticist)
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#, as written by xfaithyx123
A white red haired man sat in the Lazy Palm's ducked into a corner wearing a slate grey suit with a slight shine to it. Black leather dressy boots and a red silk tie. He was tanned and from his frame tall but also possibly underweight but one could not be too sure unless they hugged him or saw him without his blazer on.

He'd be silent unlike the many in the Bar and Restaurant with only a glass of water with ice and a lemon and lime slice. He looked down at the table, looking sickly due to his paled face compared to his naturally tanned skin, his unusual hair hiding his white blue eyes with the expression of pain etched into them. His breaths much like sand paper, hands shaking slightly. He would take a sip of his water and as he parted his lips from the rim of the glass, red coloured the rim, mixing the water with a pinkish red cloud that only made him sigh.

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John nodded at Noelle's sign to enter first, and he did just that. Throwing the door wide open, and striding in, heading towards the bar, still grasping Noelle's hand in his he let it go and sat a bar stool, eyes intent on the menu over the bar. He decided to let her order for them. It was her money after all. He didn't want to seem rude.

"I'll have whatever she says!" He proclaimed proudly to the barkeep, a wide grin on his face, and a laugh bubbling in his gut, he was doing pretty good, he was alive, and he'd met a nice women. Life was looking up.

He surveyed the crowd nonchalantly, not noting or caring about why he seemed to pick up on who was dangerous, and who wasn't or that he'd already identified twelve possible weapons in the event of a fight, or the three possible exits in case they needed to flee. He didn't even notice himself doing it.

He looked towards Noelle, noting she seemed to be at something of a loss, "Come one, pull up a stool!"

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Nathaniel slowly looked over to the door as it was swung open ajar with a gust of wind before two other customers came in. His eyes were tired, pained yet he was silent. He followed the two's movements, seeing the hands intertwined for a moment before the male sat himself down ahead of the lady only to shout out proudly with a chuckle making him somewhat smile weakly before he noticed the woman looking confused in some sense.

He would ponder for a moment if it were wise to approach her in his state but he liked to help others despite his work around the city. So he slowly got up from his booth, holding a hand to his chest for a moment with gritted teeth, pain more obvious on his face for this moment before he put his hand to the side and somewhat smiled gently for appearances of course.

He'd slowly walk up to the lady, his steps though slow were strangely quiet if not even elegant and as he stood to the side of her he slowly placed one of his slender hands on her shoulder, it would be gentle and soft to the touch. His smile gentle and kind though he diverted his eyes somewhat just if she picked up on his pain because out of anything, his eyes didn't lie.

As he spoke up, his voice would be somewhat lost, something he couldn't change however. ''Miss, do you need help? You look a bit lost.''

The setting changes from Lazy Palm Bar and Restaurant to Portal City

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Noelle was sitting at her bar stool, and looked up briefly at the man speaking to her, "Lost is the fragment of being found, temporary..." she mumbled, looking him in the eyes before staring back down at the counter top, her fingers swirled on the surface as if drawing a picture only able to be seen by her.

She mumbled once again, "Shimmering gold, glittering jewels in the sky..." and motioned for the barkeeper to take the money in payment for her bread, and told John "You should order food... bread can only fill the stomach"

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Nathaniel took his hand away from the woman, taken aback from her words. They were simply if not like a riddle but to him it was clear, it was almost like she said it to him on purpose as it hit his heart like a brick making him look much like a wounded bird for a moment. He'd see her eyes looking into his which made him divert his own elsewhere and he'd step back a little, feeling the need to run from this obvious force that pushed his problems back into his face that he painstakingly tried to ignore.

''I... I am sorry for bothering you miss... I thought you needed help. I guess I was wrong...'' He'd crock out hesitantly turning away back to where he sat. It was him that looked confused now or overwhelmed as if one watched him take the first step away it was almost like he was bracing himself like he were about to fall.

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Noelle didn't understand why this man was acting so strange, but then she decided it must have been the things she said. "Weird is still weird to the weirdest..." she mumbled to herself. She hadn't meant anything she'd said in any sort of hurtful way, she rarely ever did in fact. "It's all about perception" she thought out loud. "Perception is the eye of the storm"

She took her white queen chess piece from her pocket and clutched it securely in her hand like a toy. Her pale blue eyes fixed on the barkeeper in a strange sort of apologetic look, "I didn't mean it..." she murmured.

The chess piece briefly flashed in a rainbow of colours before dulling down again.

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Noelle didn't understand why this man was acting so strange, but then she decided it must have been the things she said. "Weird is still weird to the weirdest..." she mumbled to herself. She hadn't meant anything she'd said in any sort of hurtful way, she rarely ever did in fact. "It's all about perception" she thought out loud. "Perception is the eye of the storm"

She took her white queen chess piece from her pocket and clutched it securely in her hand like a toy. Her pale blue eyes fixed on the barkeeper in a strange sort of apologetic look, "I didn't mean it..." she murmured.

The chess piece briefly flashed in a rainbow of colours before dulling down again.

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Nathaniel looked back at the woman, looking down he spoke up in a lost voice, struggling to be loud enough for her to hear and understand. ''I... I know miss. I just... understood what you said in another way to you that is all.'' He'd hold his throat only to cough into the other hand, blood in it and he'd grit his teeth in pain but annoyance also. He would take his hand away from his throat, going back to his booth where he wiped his mouth and hand of blood before he sat back down, his hands and legs shaking and he'd down the rest of his water, hiding his face in his arms.

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Noelle's eyes glittered slightly with confusion, but she didn't want to ask what was wrong and be such a bother... but at the same time her sense of self-righteousness took over. She hopped swiftly over the counter, knocking over a box of napkins. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her usually pale eyes were sparkling slightly with a wide variety of colour.

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Nathaniel looked over to see the same woman and he'd smile gently, looking sickly and tired to the point that he could possibly pass out anytime now. He'd be unsure how to explain without giving away too much, for his own selfish need to be alone when really he needed people... He was just deep down afraid to be close to anyone. ''I...'' He'd close his eyes over, mostly to hide his emotions that were obvious in his eyes than anything else. ''I am just having a bad day.''

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Noelle put a hand on his shoulder, "You're lying" she told him, "Don't lie to liars". She could tell when someone lied, it was in the way they said it. Their eyes would lower, they'd speak in a soft voice... she was a good liar, she'd always been, but she wasn't good at hiding emotions.
"What unseen horrors lie beyond the cave?"

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John's eyes went wide when Noelle lay the pile of coins on the counter, he redoubled his efforts on the menu, a joyful smile coming over his face, and a happy hum making its way through the air.

"Gimme a steak sandwich, Barkeep! And the house ale! Actually, make that two of each!" He was excited, he couldn't remember the last time he ate. He ignored the looks some people gave him as he began drinking his first pint, while still smelling like the ones from the night before.

He was lost to the world for some time after that. Happily drinking, and eating his steak sandwiches. He didn't take notice of anything until Noelle stood up and walked over to a man sitting alone. He looked sickly to John, but he couldn't be sure if that was do to sickness or, do to the unnatural thinness of the man. He'd finished eating and he decided he should probably slow down with the drinking so he went to investigate in his normal manner.

"Hey, Red." He called to Noelle, as he walked up towards the two. "Everything alright?" He asked unsure of the situation, the girl was probably just wanting to help the guy. She seemed to pick up strays, I mean, look at him. He grinned at the man, and waited for a reply.

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Noelle turned her head around slightly, "Something's wrong..." she mumbled, "I don't know what yet" she told him, doing her best to keep her mind on track. Something was always wrong with somebody... her eyes fixed on the barkeeper intently, "Tell me what's wrong, please... tell me"

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Okay, so something was wrong, but she didn't know what. Yeah, that made sense. He'd better help her find out what then. John walked to a table near by, grabbing a pair of chairs and slid them into the mans table, sitting in one and gesturing for Noelle to take the other.

"So, uh," Wow, helping people was an easier endeavor in his head than it was out loud, "Anyway, anything we can do to help you?" He asked bluntly, not realizing that it may be seen as rude, and honestly he probably would not have cared even if he had realized. Nothing is wrong with helping people. So, people should but out.

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Nathaniel once again was taken aback from the woman's words, they ran in his head like wind chimes. 'How... did she know...? Am I losing my edge now? I can't stop... I need to keep working. But... it is killing me faster than before...' He thought to himself, gripping the table still in some shock, her next words were mystical, he would give her that, quite the talent actually but he was getting off track. As he went to speak the loudness of seemingly this woman's companion made him look at him... only to find as he was slow that the man was looking at him...

Nathaniel looked away instantly though as the man approached, dragging chairs the next. As the man sat down and spoke he slowly looked at him first then the woman. ''Why... would you help me anyway? You don't know me... And besides, I don't think you can really.'' He'd shift in his seat in discomfort with both the pain and this conversation. He'd pick up his water, still the pinkish red cloud in it which made him frown but he downed the water like someone who hadn't touched the stuff in days before placing the glass back down to see red travel down from the rim of the glass to the bottom of the glass making him mumble. ''I don't have time to just sit around...''

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Noelle gave him a fixed stare, determination in her usually dazed and docile blue eyes. "We will help..." she told him, "Tell us what's wrong"

It was a strange feeling, a need to help, protect, to sustain the life around her and keep others safe and happy. Nobody was going to die while she was around. Her eyes pulsed with a prismatic rainbow of light around the ridges of her irises. "We can help if you'll explain what's wrong, we can save you".

It's my job, she thought to herself, the two halves that disagreed with each other were at peace, agreeing that they must help. This is what I'm meant to do...

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Nathaniel looked at the woman his pained eyes, tired dark circles under them looked... relieved and somewhat conflicted all in the same time frame. He'd look away almost refusing to not tell her, but to tell himself. Having to face his own problems was a hard thing for him but with a sigh sigh, closing his eyes over he spoke. ''I... have a inherited condition... that is killing me.'' He would be silent for a moment before speaking not looking at the woman. ''I... thank you for your concern... I do. But I don't think you c-can help me.'' He would cough again into his hand, taking out his handkerchief to wipe the blood away from his mouth and hand before slipping it away again. ''Sorry... about that, it can't be helped.'' He explained almost like he were ashamed of his weak state.

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The light in Noelle's eyes flickered out, and the two halves went to war again, one telling her she should go, one she should stay. But she didn't want to leave. If she couldn't help with this condition, could she do something to prolong it? It was difficult to say...

"Do you take medication?" she asked softly, "Pills to help, pills in the stomach disintegrating" she mumbled to herself, trying to stay focused, but the world was in a haze and she could just barely manage to keep her mind straight. "What is the condition...?"

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Nathaniel smiled at the woman, gentle yet weak but he meant it as gratification to her kindness and so, he with some reluctance answered her questions as best as he could. ''It.. it is called Hereditary Spherocytosis... It effects my internal organs as well as my blood... From my mother's side and it is getting much... much worse...'' He'd trail off somewhat before returning and he'd nod his head to her question of medication and he'd take a pill bottle out with the name 'Erythromycin' on it. ''Y-yes... have to take it for the rest of my life... but even they are starting to not help...'' He'd put his pills away again with closed eyes. ''I need to get surgery.'' Was the next thing that came from his mouth with some harshness to it but also fear. He was never too fond of hospitals.

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Noelle blinked again, and her eyes glowed with celestial light. "Removal of the spleen can risk the patient to exposure to life-long infections, though it can help stabilize the disease" she quoted from the nurse she'd learned from. She couldn't even remember the name of her, it was strange. Fragments of memory and fun times with faceless entities she couldn't even remember the simple name of. The light in her eyes flickered and she mumbled fiercely, "And so Death and Life stood side by side and Life asked Death, 'Why do they love me, and hate you?' and Death answered with a sigh of gathering gloom 'Because you are a beautiful lie, and I am a harsh truth'" she seemed to twitch before the light returned in her eyes. There was a way to help, but it could possibly come at a high price.

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