Nathan Remiel

Name:
Nathanael Dante Remiel


Nickname /Alias:
Nathan


Occupation:
Vampire Hunter (although that’s the general title passed down through lineage, he doesn’t hunt vampires alone, but all sorts of supernatural things; from werewolves, banshees to ghosts and other supernatural creatures, and even the more obscure ones that aren’t really known to modern society. As his ancestor put it; the lineage are more “hunters of the night”, than specifically “vampire hunters”.)


Age/Birthdate:
27 (Born: 17th December 1982)


Gender:
Male


Race:
Human


Height:
5’10”


Weight:
153


Eye Color:
Reddish-brown


Hair Color/Style:
Light brown/Almost chin length, seemingly unkempt but swept back.


General Appearance:
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Nathanael is descended from a line of prettyboys, so him being very handsome is to be expected. His hair is brown, almost chin-length, but most of it is pulled back, with just some bangs left to frame his face and cover his forehead a slight bit. His complexion is pure white, with hardly any natural blemishes. Underneath the grey shades, Nathan’s eyes are coloured brown and mixed in with red to give a slightly unnatural look. He has a fitting, greek nose over small lips. And all are set on a perfect heart-shaped face.

Bandages are wrapped around his neck; the first sign of scars that mar most of his very toned body. His muscles aren’t bulging, but they are present and not very noticeable when compared to the scars on his body. Deep cuts and slashes all over, especially on his arms, chest and legs. There are a few on his back that run diagonally across each other; a gift left by the werewolf’s claws. There are bite marks on his right shoulder; given to him by the werewolf’s jaws.

Covering his toned but scarred body are just normal clothes, nothing extremely special. Black gloves on his hands and usually a very dark red, long-sleeved shirt that’s never tucked into his jet black jeans. The jeans cover the top of his black sneakers. The sneakers themselves have red splash-like designs on them that extend from the heel to the rest of the shoe.

The last special thing to mention would be his long black coat that reaches a few inches above his ankles. It has an artificial red fur lining around the collar, doubling as a scarf for cold days and nights. The inside of the coat is a light red, with a white cross sewn on in a way that it rests on Nathan’s back. He’s rarely seen without this coat, and never buttons it up, even during cold weather.


Weapon(s):
Nathan doesn’t really carry around conventional weapons, like say.. silver bullets and a shotgun; in fact, he doesn’t use guns at all. Very rarely, if he picks up one in a situation where he has to use it. He’s not particularly keen on using such weapons.

Silver Cross:
This elaborately designed silver cross doubles as a silver stake, as the bottom of the vertical piece is tapered down to a sharp silver spike. The horizontal part of the cross is kept hidden within the vertical piece and can be flipped out with a press of a small switch. The cross itself is pure silver with black, detailed vine and leaf designs running all over it.

Water:
He carries twelve vials of water. Each vial is as big as his thumb and can easily latch on to his belt. They carry no additives. They’re just vials of normal water.


Armor:
The only protection he really has are what his long coat, shirt, jeans and sneakers provide. He wears no special armour. He’s comfortable with what he has on.


Carried Possessions:
Stylish grey sunglasses. A thin silver necklace that has a silver pendant in the shape of a slightly curved leaf with small jagged edges. The pendant once belonged to his fiancé.


Powers/Magic:
Magic runs through his veins. The bloodline was blessed by angels from the beginning; and then the bloodline mingled with other magic users as generations passed. Although he doesn’t know much of the other magic in his blood so the original angelic magic is most prominent. He can combine items and his magic to create different effects and attacks (which shall be described). He can combine any item with his angelic magic, my letting his magic flow into that item; the effect depends on the item, mostly.

Without items:

Black Panther Soul:
He can become untouchable just for a few seconds. When he does, a black flowing aura outlines his body. When he moves, the aura trails behind and off of him. When he moves the aura drains and he’s reverted to physical from quickly (just under a second or two). When not moving, he can stand untouchable for at most, ten seconds.
Limits: Ten seconds at most, two seconds for the least.
Side-Effects:Exhausting when done continuously.

Dissonance:
Nathan can create a cross-shaped (“+”) boomerang. It’s pure white with no detail. When he throws it, it’s swift, spinning so fast it looks like a white discus. It can be thrown a little more than a hundred meters, and three can be thrown up to one time. It circles around and comes back, and disappears as it makes full circle. This is made of pure holy magic and does massive damage to ‘dark’ creatures (vampires, demons, zombies, werewolves, ghostlike creatures etc.) To anything, it acts like a normal boomerang, and can knock a human out if it hits the back of the head.
Limits: Three at once. Can’t throw another one unless one of the first three disappears. Cannot be used after Grand Cross is used twice.

Grand Cross:
His most powerful move without using items, where he emits the most angelic power while pulling people and items in his immediate surroundings toward him. The power emerges from him in the shape of a blindingly white, fiery cross, with Nathan at the center and the horizontal section resembling fiery wings expanding from his back. It pulls in his targets as well as other items. The targets can escape by continuing to run/fight the pull or by grabbing on to something bolted down. Its power is enough to vanquish vampires or werewolves completely if pulled all the way in. Humans are burnt as if they were pulled into a fire.
Limits:After using twice, only Black Panther soul may be used.
Side Effects:Draining, needs some time to recharge after using twice. Depending on his activity, it’ll take a few minutes, to an hour.

Harmony:
The ability to let his angelic power flow into objects. Sometimes they don’t respond much, but allows him to use said objects to hurt the creatures that would not normally be damaged by them (for example, a baseball bat + ghost). Some objects respond differently to others and have different effects, while some may not do a lot more than allowing him to do more damage.


Crashes:
(Objects/Items + Angelic Power)He is constantly finding more items that respond to his holy powers.

Luminatio:
(Silver Cross). Nathan slams the cross into the ground and lets loose a massive burst of blinding light. The light flash is similar to that of a flashbang, and blinds those nearby, messing up their sense of sight if they were two slow to look away or close their eyes. The effect lasts for a few seconds.
Limits: Anyone within a few meters gets it. It’s more potent if used in the dark, the range is a lot more.
Side-Effects: If Nathan doesn’t close his eyes while using it, he’ll be blinded, too. And it’s not exactly ally-friendly.

Holy Water:
(Vials of water). When the vial is thrown and it smashes, the water turns into a light blue flame that burns the demonic. Burns away and eats at their flesh. The holy water evaporates pretty quickly, so the effect isn’t long lasting. It’s better to be thrown on open skin; clothes reduce the effectiveness. To other beings, it’s just water; the flames are present, but the effects are like normal water.
Limits: Only twelve vials of water he carries around; but he can change any body of water into holy water, even a lake, so he doesn’t always have to use the twelve vials, if he’s smart around water.

Nailah’s Aria:
(Leaf pendant). When it’s activated, the pendant lets off a soft glow, accompanied by a soft, serene song of Nailah’s prayer. The song itself has a soothing and rejuvenating power over Nathan. It numbs the pain of wounds, allowing him to continue moving and fighting after receiving even crippling blows. If he’s close to fainting, it’ll bring him back to full alertness.
Side-effects: It numbs the pain but doesn’t get rid of the wounds, so he’ll not know when to back down, when he’s taken too much until he sees the amount of blood he’s lost.


Battle Strengths:
The Remiel bloodline blessing grants him an unnatural strength. He can’t lift a car, but he can wrestle a werewolf to the ground and rip its top jaw from its bottom. His small, toned body grants him a swift pace and makes him a hard target. It’s good to be swift when fighting vampires and werewolves and the like at close range. He has an extremely high endurance, and can withstand most blows and injuries without even flinching. His powers put him above demons, werewolves and things like that.


Battle Weaknesses:
He isn’t nearly as fast as most of his foes. He snaps at the sight of a fully transformed werewolf and will head straight for it usually before anything else. Against humans or holy-magic wielding foes he’s almost powerless. It’s worse if they use guns; other than Black Panther Soul, he almost has no way of defending himself in a firefight.


Personality:
Nathan is quite a calm and quiet person. He talks, but softly; it takes a good bit of prompting to get him rowdy; and usually the only time he’ll shout is when someone who’s far off needs to hear him. He likes hunting and doing jobs, but most of the time, he’s not happy with the results when bills get sent to him for property destroyed or damaged. Despite his calmness, he seems to have a bit of a comedic childish nature added in. He’ll cover his ears if someone near him is about to fire off a gun. If the gun is pointed at him, he’ll be running for cover with his hands on his ears. He’s not particularly perfect with words, from time to time. He’ll stumble over his words, or mix them up, or have a hard time finding them; especially if he’s nervous, and he’ll use mostly hand gestures while trying to talk. Nathan has a fondness for looking at toys; thinking “I would’ve bought this or that if I had a child.” He’s even bought a few stuffed toys, his favourite being a four-foot tall teddy bear that’s kept in his apartment. It makes him smile.

Despite those things, he’s actually pretty mature. And he is quite serious about hunting and spends most of his nights walking around the city, even when it’s dead cold. In battle, he prefers being swift and effective instead of going out of the way to be stylish and full of flair.

Although he generally hates the demonic, he despises werewolves with an unearthly passion and just seeing a fully transformed one is enough to send him into a rare rage. During his jobs, he’s so focused on his targets that he does destroy property while trying to subdue them and doesn’t realize how much damage he’s done until he gets a bill for it. He has a great attachment to Nailah’s pendant, which he keeps hanging from his necklace; and is extremely protective of it.


Likes:

• *Being a good guy. Thwarting evil etc.
  *Prayer. The silent kind, when you pray softly to yourself, or in your head, for yourself and others.
  *Hunting. Personally, he does like hunting things, even if he did try to throw it away to have a normal life.
  *That giant teddy bear in his apartment.
  *Writing in his diary. He doesn’t know why he likes it. He just does.
  *People reading his diary. If he didn’t want anyone to know his thoughts, he would keep them in his head.
  *Visiting Nailah’s grave. To talk to her. Put flowers.
  *Driving. He has no car yet.
  *Actually getting paid for a job. Yes.
  *Cold, bright city nights. The kind of night that you have to wrap your coat around you tighter just to keep warm. The kind of night when you can see the city lights reflected on the wet streets.
  *Snow, especially when it’s falling while the ground is already covered.
  *Listening to music.
  *Good laughter.
  *Looking at life. It’s something to be treasured.

Dislikes:

• *Vampires, ghosts, demons, evil creatures of the night. It goes without saying.
  *Werewolves. He has a special dislike for them; if there’s one nearby he will rip it apart with his bare hands without so much as a second thought.
  *Visiting Nailah’s grave. Yes, he both likes and dislikes it, because of the sadness it brings.
  *Don’t you dare try to take that necklace from him.
  *Heat. Hot, sweltering days.
  *Guns, especially if they’re pointed at him. They’re somewhat bulky, need maintenance and they’re loud. That won’t stop him from using one if he picks it up. He’ll just throw it aside right after.
  ********s on the road. He doesn’t need to be driving to notice.
  *Getting stuck with bills instead of money after his jobs.

Fears:

• *Almost everyone has the fear of death.
  *Being turned into what he hunts, and being conscious enough to know it.
  *Losing that necklace.
  *Losing his powers.
  *Being blind or deaf; not being able to see or hear the world. Being defenseless.

Virtues:

• *Calm and nice in general.
  *Honest, kind.
  *Keeps himself looking good despite work related stress and injuries.
  *Soft spoken, he’s a quiet person overall.
  *He has trouble speaking or voicing his opinions sometimes.
  *He’s brave, willing to help.
  *Doesn’t drink alcohol excessively. Champagne, wine and beer, yes.
  *Doesn’t smoke.

Vices:

• *Sometimes can be too nice and takes extra burden on himself
  *There’s a possibility of him snapping and lose control at the sight of a fully transformed werewolf.
  *He’ll also fly into a rage if you steal that necklace from him.
  *Unknowingly destroys property while hunting, or during a fight with the prey.

History:
December 19th, 1999:-

My birthday was two days ago. It was fun, this year was chaotic. It’s funny, because after doing something so… amazing, hardly anyone will remember us for it. They say the Remiel bloodline has been forgotten as modern times rolled in; it’s true. No one will really know except those close to us. No one will believe, that I, 16 17-year-old Nathanael Remiel, helped my older brother destroy one of the greatest evils in the world. Forever.

It was after this that the full history of my bloodline was revealed to us. I’ll be writing it here so I’ll never forget.

What amazed me was that the bloodline stretched straight back to the 11th century. That was the beginning of everything. The start of the war. If I remember correctly; my ancestor had promised to God and to his enemies that his bloodline would ‘hunt the night’. I… guess that’s where our powers come from, the blessing from that night, just to keep that promise.

That’s what my parents told me anyway.

And then after that it became the same story. Enemies come back, ancestors defeat it. Mingling with other bloodlines (I don’t think they needed to tell me this) and all that. We didn’t grow up with rigorous training or anything… my brother and I, we had a sort of knack for this kind of thing. It came somewhat naturally, the flow of our powers. Our parents are great. They’re the fun type when no one’s around and embarrassing in front of an audience. There was nothing rough about us growing up, we grew up like…kids with powers. Right.

The truth is... I don’t really care anymore. About these powers. It’s over. We’re done. It’s not coming back. We destroyed it. I missed a month of school because of my injuries… truthfully I’d rather be in school than fighting vampires and treating my injuries. I think. After this entry, I’m done with this diary… I don’t really see the point of writing in it. I mean, I’ll read it from time to time, but I don’t think I’ll forget the important stuff.

So… I can focus on my lif can’t focus. I can see her smiling at me out of the corner of my eyes. A classmate. The girl with the leaf necklace. Nailah Avanti from India. We’ve known each other for a long while. I don’t even know. I can’t talk to her properly. Always interrupted or stumbling over my words… If only I could speak like I write. But… I think she understands and she’s still sweet to me. She gave me chocolate this morning. I couldn’t even say thanks. She always sits next to me in Chemistry and I can’t concentrate. Class should be renamed to ‘Hiding my red face 101’. Pathetic. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve thrown stuff down during that class; I’m always clumsy, but she doesn’t seem to mind…

Christmas Dance is coming up soon. There are flyers everywhere. I swear I’ll find a way to make up a coherent statement in front of her to ask her.

Maybe after I’ll ask her if it’s stupid to keep and write in a diary.

Alright… this is my last entry. I’m going to pack this away, take a deep breath and walk over to her. This will never work.


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December 17th, 2009:-

Ten years is a long time… I haven’t changed much since then. I’m almost the same guy, who’s not good at anything. I can’t believe I’m writing in this dusty old thing again. Looking up at the last entry, I feel like if I’m talking to my past self. It’s a silly thing. It brought a smile, at least.

So let’s continue on from what I remember. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence to ask her. She said yes, still. I was the only person she danced with on that night, too. Even though I couldn’t dance. Hugging and swaying counted, right?

Then college in 2000. Five years of college. We promised each other we’d do good, for each other. That was enough to pull a few all-nighters a week before each examination period.

We were perfect. We fought, had arguments then made up. No couple is really perfect without those. She understood me; at least better than anyone could, I thought. She said yes to the college dances; she said yes to a lot of things really. Even during our first time at the end of college… 2005.

That was after she said yes to me asking to marry her.

And that’s it. We were engaged for three years. We never got farther than that.

I’m going to visit her again today.

It’s been a little more than a year since it happened. Ten years ago I lied to myself. I told myself it was over. I had no use for these powers anymore. I really was wrong back then. If I say it now, I’ll still be wrong. How was I supposed to know that it would come back to destroy everything? Why did fate put that beast into our house?

I thought I was done. I thought I would have a normal life… but I came home to find my Nailah held by the shoulder in the mouth of a werebeast like a bone a dog decided to chew on. She was still alive, she could only say my name, just barely.

And it stared at me, chewing on her shoulder. I remember gritting my teeth, I remember not thinking straight. I remember being angry. If I hadn’t tossed aside my bloodline like that; I could’ve done something. I moved, and it was waiting for that. The beast ripped her shoulder from its teeth… I snapped. I don’t clearly remember what happened next.

There was nothing left after I had regained myself, the werewolf was eviscerated. And I held Nailah’s charred corpse in my arms. Her skin and clothes were burnt to black; only her silver necklace remained. The very one that I wear now. I couldn’t take the ring… even now she’s still wearing hers, and I’m wearing mine.

At the funeral, no one knew what had happened, except my family. The looks on their faces were full of grief, but from what I saw, they looked like they were telling me that I had sunk to a new low. I did sort of cast the Remiel bloodline aside just for a normal life… My older brother seemed to understand… That made things slightly better.

I picked it back up since then. The hunting. It wasn’t because of them… and part of it was because of what happened to Nailah… I didn’t leave her grave for a few days after the funeral. I watched other processions come and go… no one approached me except what seemed to be two high-school students. One had blonde hair and light blue eyes, wearing headphones. The other had dark hair and dark blue eyes. The two were attending some funeral for a student. It was almost evening when they came up to me. I didn’t answer their questions; the girl didn’t speak, she used sign language. The boy did the translating for her.

It was when they gave up and decided to leave. I wasn’t hallucinating. I saw and felt it; they both wore the Grim Reaper’s cloak. And in the darkness, the statues of angels and Marys began to weep tears of blood. But those were good kids... I know, I felt it.

Those two kids were part of something they probably didn’t know about. I’ve been looking out for them for a while… they still seem so normal. They’re not evil. But I know… There are… things still out there. Things that hurt people. Things that destroy lives. I’m going to deal with those things…

It’s not sunset yet… I’ve found this book after all this time, it’ll help me remember some things.

I’ll carry this with me when I go to visit Nailah… maybe then I’ll finally ask her if she thinks it’s stupid to keep a diary.


~ SELF APPROVEDIFIED, GOT THAT? ~