Nathan
Name: Nathan (Nate) Overheart
Theme Song: EXTREME ULTRA-POP MADNESS COMING THROUGH:
Alphabeat - Fascination
Age: 16
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Height 5ft 8in
Weight 52kg
Weapons: A long thin sword that hangs from a dark brown leather sheath on his waist. Also a pistol that he stole from his Father shortly before running away.
Strengths: Rather good with the sword and a dead-eye (if that’s a good thing) with his pistol. Agile too and willing to do most things. Nate is occasionally able to attack using his pistol and his sword simultaneously. Nathan is scared of very little and is quick to react, but not without thinking first. His friendly nature makes him able to attract allies easily. Finally, he is used to most terrain and hardly ever trips or loses his footing.
Weaknesses: Not much more than a child so his endurance is poor. He is not as fast as an adult either due to his shorter legs, but he is bouncier and livelier. Sadly, he has next to no magic for he is only human. His pistol can only shoot so many bullets before he has to spend precious time reloading or give up on it. He is constantly looking over his shoulder and on edge since the pirates kidnapped him and now his imprresion of all seamen is steriotyped by one evil group.
Magic/Skills: The only piece of magic that Nate can perform is a small electric spell that flows from his hands or the skies, whichever is more convenient. He has since learned the ability to channel the power into objects such as his sword or pistol.
As I said before Nathan can occasionally use both use both of his weapons at the same time. There is a special way of doing of so. Nate throws his pistol up in the air and then catches it with his sword. The blade acts as his finger on the trigger so he can swirl it around blasting bullets while hacking at opponents. This can however go awry so is saved as a last defence, usually he’ll just have sword in one hand, gun in the other.
Appearance: Nate has a pair of dark blue cargo shorts that go just below his knees. He wears a flowing plain white shirt underneath a dark waist coat with big, gold buttons. His actual face is very young for his age and smooth. He has big, blue eyes and soft, thin eyebrows. His jet-black hair is a curly bush that covers his ears but no more.
Nathan’s most noticeable feature is his large, typical pirate hat with a skull and cross-bones on it. Unusually, the hat has three silver bells that jingle when he moves. Thankfully, he doesn’t wear it all the time.
Nate is altogether quite handsome, bar his extremely young appearance. If it weren’t for his height he could easily pass for an eleven-year-old.
The smexy drawring of Nathan by I)ragon11
Personality: In England where Nate was born and raised he never stopped day-dreaming. Conversations with him were one-sided because his thoughts consisted solely on adventures that would never happen in England. People eventually gave up on being his friend, but Nathan didn’t care. His whole long was in the clouds.
When Nathan ran away he became a completely different person, he wasn’t pulling off a mask that was in England he was discarding all his old habits, dreams, and thoughts. He started anew at his luxurious destination.
Nathan is always ready for a challenge, it doesn’t necessarily have to be bloody or physical, he just loves living out the dreams that so many children back in England could only imagine. He is very friendly and adventurous and there is always a smile on his face. He finds it incredibly hard to take things seriously, so if something is getting a little too real he’ll walk off and start another more fun adventure.
He takes pleasure in the simpler things in life, like sitting under a tree or bathing in the ocean, despite his love of challenges he also enjoys relaxation. He is easily pleased too and will laughed at whatever he finds funny, no matter who the audience is or what the consequences may be.
Bio: Nathan Overheart was born in the heart of a large city in England. It was a bustling, pollution-filled city with no care for the individual and Nathan thrived on the dreams that some day the opportunity would come to get out of the filthy hole and off to somewhere amazing; paradise, as Nate called it.
Nathan waited for years for a foreign ship that would accept him or a plan with an exotic itinerary, but it never came. He slipped once again into the dreams of the future without taking action. He did terrible in school, “the boy just doesn’t care,” said every one of his many teachers. It was true, why should he care? In his opinion school lead to jobs which lead to society crushing your spirit.
He was kicked out of school and had to be taught at home, his Mother gave up her job for him but he still didn’t care.
“Why won’t you pay attention?” she screamed for the third time in an hour. Nathan hadn’t even heard her. He was engrossed in a drawing of a beach and some trees that hung on the walls.
Things only got worse. Soon word had spread about their failing son and his Father was discredited for having such a loser as a child. He lost his job and the family sank into dept.
“It’s all your fault!” It was his Dad shouting after getting fired. “All you had to do was show some emotion!”
“There’s nothing to show it to here. You may like the rules and regulations of normal life but they are chains
strangling me Dad!” He was really upset. “If I don’t leave some they’ll suffocate me!”
“Why don’t you just leave then?” His father stormed off into another room grabbing his Mother by her apron.
“Don’t worry, I’m going now,” he whispered.
Fifteen minutes later Nathan was on the poverty-stricken streets. He had a bag strung around his shoulder with his belonging in it and a pistol in his left hand. He strode along the path surprisingly calmly considering the emotional struggle he had just been in. “That’s behind you now. A new door has just opened; we just had to close the old one.” The sun was setting in front of Nathan; he quickened his stepped as he noticed the quay appearing as a line of dots on the horizon.
Nathan scanned his eye across every single boat on the docks, looking for flaws and the one most able to carry him to ‘paradise’. He noticed a wooden sailing boat not far off. Unknown to anyone, Nathan had a book on sailing which he studied should the need arise. He ran over to the boat thinking of the adventures he could have on it. He untied it from the Quay, grabbed two oars and started rowing. It wasn’t long until his arms were aching; it was time to hoist the sail.
With the sail blowing about in the wind it was time to work the tiller. Night had fallen so he positioned it to follow the North Star. “Nathan Overheart!” he cried, “World famous explorer!” He continued yelling out his most sacred dreams until he noticed a faint splodge of land to the east. “Watch the boon!” There was no boon but there were in books. He turned the tiller until the wind was catching the sail the right way.
Several times he began to nod off but jolted awake with thoughts of adventure buzzing through his head. The splodge had partially taken a form by then. He recognised the relief, it was the Netherlands. He realized how hungry he was and turned the sail toward France. “Nathan Overheart single-handedly crosses the English Channel!”
Many hours later, when Nate could faint from the rumbling in his stomach he reached the small town of La Rochelle. Little did he know that he had gone considerably more southward than he intended. “Food!” he shouted scrambling out of his boat after safely tying it to a large wooden pole. He had to work for the money for a few hours but he was exceedingly grateful, he found a shop that didn’t look to expensive and pointed at a croissant and showed the grocer his shiny gold coins. He also bought some sandwiches and devoured them instantly. Next he bought a map with the little change that remained. Since he had no idea where he was someone kindly pointed it out on the map.
Nathan’s little boat had stayed on the dock and he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw this. He waved goodbye to randomers for no apparent reason and started on his journey again. His stop in La Rochelle had given him time to think and he had decided to go to Madagascar. A huge island where laws and punctuality gave way to freedom and adventure.
Paradise.
His voyage continued similarly all the way to Madagascar, it was amazing. A tropical heaven overflowing with milk and honey. There was nowhere to tie his boat to so he just dragged it onto the beach. Nate clambered up the sand dunes to take a look at the vast amount of sea he had traversed. Words could not express the sheer, simplistic joy that Nathan felt as he turned around. The setting sun lay lazily on the waters casting a shining glow on every drop. Overhead, the clouds turned a romantic shade of pink and floated about at their leisure. This was what he came to see.
The moment was soon spoiled when Nate was tripped by a shadowy figure and stuffed into a brown, smelly bag. He could feel himself being dragged along the forest floor for hours on end before being finally spitted out of the hideous bag. He lay on the other side of the island; a desolate, ugly place controlled by bucktoothed, dirty men. “What are you doing on our land?” snarled what seemed like the leader.
“You brought me here.” He remained calm under the intense situation.
“Err… shut up or I’ll cut your throat! Since you have trespassed on my land you shall become one of us!”
“Dirty, smelly and stupid?” he spat back.
“No!” the captain shouted slapping Nathan. “A pirate!”
And so it was. Nate was forced to raid poor innocent humans of all treasure in order to garb his waistcoat in shiny bobbles. He couldn’t stand for it. Wouldn’t stand for it. He was going to take action.
On one occasion the entire crew of thirty or so men were on the Prospero; Captain’s ship. Twenty-pirates had hidden under an immense sheet so the Prospero would seem like an innocent trading ship. Same as always, Captain asked to trade, swung the grappling hooks aboard the other ship, pulled it alongside his ship and looted the place. Except, Nathan was angry. He grabbed his pistol and grabbed out his hand towards Captain’s neck, pulling him in close to the lethal weapon.
“Hey! I’m in charge now! And to prove it, I’m doing this!” At that moment he pressed the trigger and a bullet tore through Captain’s neck. “As my first order of business I declare this ship mine! Mine alone! My crew shall disband!”
He had done it. The monstrous crew did disband and Nate had been left with a wonderful ship at his disposal. He picked up the dead Captain's hat and placed it on his head. Next, he brought three silver beels (plunder from a raid) out of his pockets and tied them to the hat.
With the shackles that were holding him down all his life were finally released he began his first proper adventure. Leaving his boat behind, Nate set off through the forests of Madagascar alone searching for inhabitants. Deep in the heart of the forest he found them. Kind, peaceful people that led unburdened lives. He tried communicating with one but he just pointed to the central hut.
“I know why you’re here.” Said an eerie voice from inside the hut. “Adventure is your craving, and to spur you onwards I shall give you a gift. The strange man’s hands lit up in an array of sparks that crossed from his to Nathan’s. They stayed for a moment, tickling his hands and then subsided. “The power of Thunder is yours.”
Nathan didn’t say anything, just left the hut. He pointed to a nearby tree and a flash appeared from the skies. “Now the adventures can truly begin.