Description
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Birthplace: Avalon Moon, New Melbourne
Personality
Sarcastic, with a tendency to not speak much, Nate also is friendly to those he DOES speak with. He doesn't enjoy confrontation, often doing what he can to prevent anger from spreading around, especially among any Crew he is working with.
Equipment
Weapons: .45 Caseless Revolver (Same as Jayne's) at his leg, taken from an Alliance Officer. Has also been known to use old Browncoat Standard Issue Assault Rifles, but not often (based off a G36). He keeps his Survival knife from his fighter pilot days, "Just in case."
Clothing: Usually his Pilot's Brown Coat(shorter than the Infantry version), Brown leather gloves, brown leather belt and holster, faded but well maintained dark-blue pilot trousers (essentially Cargo Pants), a White t-shirt and a Black over shirt with black leather boots. In heat, he tends to eschew the over shirt, keeping the coat for protection and the utility of the many pockets and hidden holsters.
History
Raised by his father on Avalon after his mother died in an accident, he lived in one of the larger settlements in his father's shop. His father taught him discipline and a certain skepticism and moral code that, to this day effects him. He did well enough in school to apply to College and flight school on New Melbourne, and he graduated near the top of his class.
When the war broke out, he sided with the Independents, in no small part due to his father's death at the hands of an Alliance officer. He joined as a pilot, flying transports for the majority, until he was given a job as a fighter pilot at the battle of Whitefall. He made ace before being called into service above the battle of Serenity Valley on Hera. He was called in as air support, but was cut off and shot down before he could arrive. He crashed well away from the valley, held POW for the days that the Alliance and Independents were negotiating surrender. Those days changed him for the worse, twisting his moral compass, and making him even more distrusting. He was released and wandered around the 'Verse for a while, taking piloting jobs when he could.
Forrest, preferring his middle name of Nathaniel or Nate, has an innate sense of where things are in space around him. His nickname of Nate is not only a truncation of his preferred name, but a pun on the word 'innate.' His abilities at situational awareness are what made him such an excellent pilot in the war. As such, he tends to act calm, knowing when people exit and enter a room from small clues. To many, this looks like he is simply bored and uncaring; all of which is aided by his tendency for sarcasm and avoidance of looking others in the eye. He is loyal though, something he never shook from his father's teaching, and still wears his Brown Coat to this day.
As a native of the New Melbourne area, he speaks with the characteristic accent, what was known on Earth-That-Was as 'Australian' but so faintly that one has to be listening for it to hear it.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Fesna grabbed Kragum's face, gave him a hard smooch, and pulled him through the door.
His head swam. A kiss! He followed her blindly through the door.
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”