"Innocence lost is tragedy. Innocence taken is sin."
Name:
Nathaniel Walker
Age:
One hundred and sixy seven years of experiences trapped in a ninteen year old body
Race:
Vampire
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Role:
The Vampire
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Status:
He has fallen for Gemma Lockheart. An ironic surname.
Best Feature:
His poker face is the stuff of legends, a perfect mask of calm and composure. He's also a class act actor so if you think you can read him, it means he's just leading you on.
Appearance;
Nathan stands at an average six foot nine with a very simple lean build that has a surprising amount of strength to it despite his pale white skin, gaunt face and dark bags under his eyes that give him the appearance of an insomniac that doesn't go outside very often. His eyes are a deep blue grey with tinges of silver decorating the rim that appear to shimmer and are almost reflective when in the right lighting. His features are clean and chiseled with very few flaws though his complexion is marred by three obvious beauty marks; one centered on his right jaw, one on the right side of his chin at the very tip and the last on his left cheek near the corner of his mouth. His hair is pale blonde with a few odd streaks of brunette dipped in that he keeps straight and long with a bit of mess to it that he keeps shoulder length. He usually doesn't do much with it or try to tidy it up though he's been known to put it in a ponytail from time to time. His wardrobe is usually dark, made up of a lot of black, grey and blue fabrics with his usual outfit consisting of a heavy jacket or coat, a simple shirt underneath, faded jeans and plain loafers. He usually adds a pair of dark shaded sunglasses when he goes out during the day.
Personality;
The short and sweet word to explain Nathan is distant. He makes it a habit to keep quite a bit of physical distance between himself and the outside world, never going so far as to isolate himself completely from humanity but enough to make him a stranger to anyone he meets. He also keeps himself at arm's length emotionally, never showing any emotions in public that give away his true feelings. He does his best to keep necessary conversations to a minimum and absolutely goes out of his way to avoid small talk. This is mostly due to the fact that his expression -does- match how he's feeling: bored. The world has become so incredibly dull for him that he doesn't bother making the extra effort it takes for people to think otherwise. He has an extremely blunt and somewhat morbid view of the world as he takes everything for face value and sees flaw behind much of modern society and it's people.
His one saving grace, the little shred of humanity he's managed to save for himself over the years lies in one person: his mate Gemma. He feels that she is the only person he can ever truly be himself around as he easily lets his guard down whenever he's around her. The blank stare and somber routine are replaced by a very subtle display of emotions such as small smiles and cheeky laughs when he's being playful. He's still very quiet, speaking in an only slightly raised voice than normal, and he much prefers listening to speaking though he has no problem keeping up a conversation with his mate if that is what she wants. He does almost anything that she asks him to do within reason, his one exception is his refusal to go detail into the world of vampires, and he does whatever he can to keep her happy and comfortable. While an improvement, he's still somewhat emotionally numb and so he never shows emotions to an extreme; he doesn't become happy enough to reach that level of uncontrolled giddiness nor does he ever become needlessly violent when angered. He's more than content with his current life and he wants to keep it that way.
Likes;
+ Cold Weather - He never seems bothered by the frigid cold or heavy winds of winter, allowing him to just enjoy the crisp air and the gentle falling of snow.
+ Sweets - An old guilty pleasure, chocolates and candies are a favorite of his that he likes to slowly savor from time to time. His favorite is toffee.
+ Coffee - Despite the bitter taste, he enjoys it enough to have at least one cup a day. His custom order includes two packets of sugar, a drizzle of honey and a hint of mint.
+ Reading - He's had a lot of time to skim over quite a few books in his life and he finds nothing to be more satisfying than finding a good one to read from cover to cover.
+ Cats - While he's not an avid lover of animals, cats are his one soft spot as they're one of the few creatures that find him approachable. Some even seem attracted to him.
+ Listening - Being a man of few words, it gives him great satisfaction to find someone willing to speak to him with something worthwhile to hear. He rarely has any output when spoken to with one exclusion.
+ His Love - He sees his Gemma as a living, breathing miracle as she is the only person he can open up to and be himself around without worry or even effort.
Dislikes;
- Hot Weather - If the pale complexion didn't give it away, Nathan and regular contact with sunlight aren't the best of friends.
- Hospitals - The disgusting stench of over cleaned equipment paired with being surrounded by the sick and dying makes hospitals uncomfortable for him.
- Bigots - Nathan can respect other people's opinions just fine. It's when they become verbal and uppity about it that it really gets on his nerves. Opinionated people fall right into this category.
- White Noise - While he enjoys listening, pointless noise is just a headache waiting to happen. Running water is his one exception.
- Modern Movies - While there are a few gems from time to time, he absolutely hates a majority of modern picture shows. The action genre is the worst.
Hobbies;
~ Writing - While he's no master of the written word, he's managed to write a few good novels over the years that have gotten some notice. His specialty is horror romances. Yes, he sees the irony in it.
~ Drawing - He's a great sketcher, able to whip up detailed portraits and scenes in mere minutes.
~ Saxophone - A passion he discovered when the golden age of jazz was in full swing, he's an expert with the sax and he's willing to play private concerts for his mate anytime thought he's not entirely convinced whether she likes it or not.
~ Fencing - An art he learned way back when in England, he's quite the expert when it comes to swordplay. He doesn't do it too often as he finds the average human isn't in his league.
~ Cooking - While he doesn't partake in his own creations very often, he enjoys feeding others and seeing them enjoy his work. His specialty is Italian.
History
In the fall of 1845, a little baby boy was born to Alexander and Elizabeth Walker in the small coastal town of Dawlish, England. He grew up living a simple middle class life with his father being a local fisherman while his mother home schooled him and his three siblings: Samantha, two years his senior, Samuel, three years his senior, and Theodore, two years his junior. Their lives were simple and easy with little to nothing in the way of excitement or tragedy as the three grew up, the sons learning their father's trade while Sam was taught how to be a lady despite how tomboyish behavior. Life was very boring until the summer of 1863 when a mysterious young woman game to town.
Her name was Grace and Nathan was smitten with her the moment he laid eyes on her otherworldly beauty. She had long flowing raven hair, eyes of the deepest blue, rose red lips and skin as pale and flawless as a porcelain doll. She was also quite mysterious, appearing to be no older than Nathan but arriving in town by herself with little description of where she'd come from aside from 'someplace up north'. He spoke to her and made fast friends with her as she took a surprising interest in him very quickly. They often sat by the docks and talked of how they wanted to travel the world, see what it was like with their own two eyes. Over the course of a year, they'd become secrets lovers with Nathan sneaking out every night to see her. It was a fair bit of excitement in his young life but what happened next would rock his entire world.
It was a brutal winter in '64 and despite a vicious snowstorm, Nathan had trudged through it to get to his darling's home. He entered through the window as usual and was surprised to see her in a rough state as she stared at the floor with her hands shaking violently. He went to comfort her and found her arms wrapped around him in a literal flash as she suddenly embraced him much rougher than usual. She whispered a frantic apology before a sudden pain shot down his neck before everything went black. When he awoke, he felt different. Wrong. It didn't take long for him to realize something was wrong with him. His skin was pale and cold to the touch and he felt his canines begin to extend and retract as strange cravings began to overcome him and, worst yet, his dear Grace was gone. Worried he'd been struck by some outlandish curse, he left town without a word to his family. A wise move as he ended the night by claiming the life of a stranger on the road.
Life was difficult for a time. A mixture of pleas to higher powers and attempted suicides scattered the first year alone. Attempts to shut himself away from humanity followed for a few years after. It wasn't until his thirteenth year that he got any answers. He traveled to Poland and found a rather bizarre troupe of performers who approached him and began making strange small talk. They eventually led him to a dark alley and began questioning him about what he was. When it became obvious he wasn't entirely sure himself, they gave him the rather ugly truth that he was a vampire as they were. They offered an invite to their little traveling show and he only too happily accepted it. Everything inbetween is something of a blur.
Nathan wandered for many, many years as he searched the world for meaning of his life and understanding of what he had become. He set off far into the east, stopping in Italy for a number of years before making his way through Russia, down into China and across the waters to Japan before going south to Australia and then to the various ocean side countries to the west. It was sixteen years ago when he decided to make his first trip to America and finding very little of interest in it's 'melting pot' cities full of discrimination and it's bizarre lingo and culture stolen from so many other nations. He'd practically become more of a shell than a man, wandering aimlessly for something he couldn't quite understand. He eventually found what he was looking for in the form of a young waitress in a small town.
He wandered into Colorado town with little interest, only stopping in the little cafe he found to give himself a break before passing on through. When he laid eyes on Gemma for the first time, it was like the world slowed down just for the two of them. She took his order, brought it up to him and began making small talk and for the first time in ages, he had something to say in return. He decided to stay in town one more day, going back the next afternoon and ordering another coffee with the same pretty girl bringing it and talking to him again. One more day is what he kept promising himself for the first week he stayed there. That thought was long dead by the end of the third month. She was such a bright vibrant creature that he just couldn't pull himself away from no matter how hard he tried. So eventually he gave up. They began dating after a time and he eventually let it slip as to what he was. She took it surprisingly well which simply led to him loving her even more deeply. She eventually became a beacon to him, the one bright light in the storm of his life. To this day he's closer than ever to her as he supports her drive to become a model whenever he's not reading one of her poems or cuddling with her on the couch. Despite all of this, he keeps specific information on what he is a secret as he's become paranoid that she might become curious about it after all these years.