Name: Nathan Carter

Operational Code name: Spectre 

Virtue: Conviction

Vice: Obsession

Nathan favors a pair of out of date silver aviators in addition to a wardrobe of black, grey and dark blue suits. He has been known occasionally to wear patterned socks.

Age: 26

Biography: I knew from the day I got out of highschool I was destined to work for the FBI. It was an obsession of sorts but I knew it was what I wanted to do without a doubt. As soon as I was out of College I made it into the academy and packed myself off to Quantico. And yes I had family and friends pulling strings in high places because someone of my age would never have had the experience needed but I made it, and more importantly I was the best. 

With a degree in Psychology and Criminal Justice I had focused my efforts on hunting violent criminals with a focus on serial killers. After my time in DC they transferred me to Boston for the next two years. Which was when everything came to a head. The Nine Lives Killer case, one for the history books.

The night I died was the closest I’d come to bringing in the man who would become known as the Nine Lives Killer. It all started in the back of an all too obvious white unmarked van where my partner and I were keeping watch on an abandoned fishery on the boston harbor. Special Agent Mitchell Harris and I were after a man who had killed a grand total of eighteen people across the state of Massachusetts: everything from businessmen to the owner of a dinner on the outskirts of Boston. He had absolutely no pattern in victims but he did have an MO. All of his victims were missing a finger, and all of their deaths had something to do with the number nine. The owner of the diner had been shot nine times, the lawyer from Milligan Coughlin LLC had been stabbed nine times. The list continued as Mitchell and I had been after the killer for nine months. This little fact should have raised a red flag in my head as the previous crime scenes had all been devoid of any clues to his whereabouts but the last death had led us straight to the abandoned fishery. Looking back on it now: it was clearly a trap. After sitting in the back of the van for eight hours Mitchell finally sat back from the monitor he was hunched over. “This is getting a little ridiculous Nathan, we have no idea if he’s in there and we haven’t seen a single thing to indicate that he is.” I ran my hand through my hair “what are we suppose to do?” I turned towards him he sat with his back to the front of the van “it would be foolish and dangerous to go in there without back up and eventually he will have to come out for one reason or another.” Mitchell sighed “that’s assuming he’s even in there Nathan; which last time I checked we have no indication that he is.” I crossed my arms “the witness said they saw a truck with this fishery’s logo on it and the company’s records show that one of their trucks was stolen from this site. I don’t know about you but that seems like a big coincidence. I moved to turn back to my screen when I saw something moving behind Mitchell through the front window of the van. “Holy shit” I hissed, standing from my chair in the confined space. “someones out there!” I gripped my gun in its holster gesturing with my head toward the front of the van. Mitchell didn’t hesitate. He got up from his chair and we both moved toward the back of the. I pushed the door open as quietly as I could and dropped down out of the van in the dark. I heard Mitchell do the same behind me. The air was cold against my face and smelled of ocean and dead fish. I gestured for Mitchell to go around the other side of the van as I drew my gun moving like a ghost around the right side of it. I heard the patter of feet and saw a dark figure running toward the fishery. “FBI stop!” I heard Mitchell yell as he dashed after the figure. I swore under my breath and ran after the two of them. They led me around the side of the fishery to a side door that Mitchell and I had missed on our original pass of the fishery. I silently berated my error, this could get the two of us killed, I had no idea how right I was. I nudged the door open as it was already slightly open. It creaked as it pushed it on rusty hinges out of the way. Where the hell was Mitchell? he couldn’t have been more that a little ahead of me. I moved into the warehouse and what hit me was how incredibly cold it was. The kind of chill that bites all the way to the bone and makes you wonder if you will ever be warm again. I exhaled and to my surprise my breath fogged. What the hell was going on around here? It was colder inside the fishery than outside. I was loathed to turn on my light as it would give away my presence, I stepped out of the door frame and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. The machinery was older, probably the original machinery from the eighties, it amazed me that this place had not been condemned in the last thirty years. I moved between the rows of rusted machinery. Searching for some sign of Mitchell’s presence, as I passed under a catwalk I felt something warm drip on my head. I stopped and rubbed my head and my fingers came back coated in a black liquid. I narrowed my eyes at it and brought it to my nose. The substance smelled of copper, suddenly It hit me and fear seized my heart as adrenaline hit my blood stream and I looked up Special Agent Thomas hung by his feet from the catwalk blood dripped down his chest and face I stared in horror at the nine nails driven into his chest. At that moment I heard the sound of footsteps from behind me. I whirled and brought my gun to bear as a figure moved down the rows of machinery towards me. He was tall with grey hair and he wore a flannel button down shirt and blue jeans but what struck me was his eyes situated on either side of a nose that had been broken and set poorly. His eyes lacked any kind of irises they were on pupil surrounded by white. I shot him in the chest twice he staggered chuckled and kept coming. I narrowed my eyes in surprise and shot his four more times. It didn’t even phase him so I unloaded the remaining nine shots into him. He jerked as the .40 caliber rounds tore into him but it didn’t stop him so I moved to reload and in the moment that I released the clip to replace it he did something utterly unexplainable. He gestured with his left hand and a skeleton key made of several different metals appeared and it seemed to be covered in a black oily substance and all of the sudden the struts of the catwalk seemed to reach out and grab my arms keeping me from reloading or fighting back at all. I struggled against the struts fear pouring adrenaline into my veins. He approached and as I looked up he produced a knife that look as though it should have gone out of style centuries ago. He plunged it into my chest nine times and as I felt myself fading away he turned and began to walk away. My vision began to blur and in that moment I saw it for the first time. It had four emaciated limbs, six solid red eyes where the only features on its grey leathery face as it crawled up over the rusted machinery towards me. I tried to cry out but I couldn’t its skin was charred in places and it had nails made of razor blades. Its legs were jointed leg a dogs and terminated in birds talons. I peered at me and then spoke in a rasp like autumn leaves in a dry wind. Are you ready to die Nathan Carter?

After that I spent the next year on the hunt for the supernatural. With Purah’s (My Geist) aid I halted the kidnapping and ritual murder of Jennifer Nicholson (Code name: Verdant Widow, Tallow File #2679). Soon after that I was recruited by Director Caleb and reinstated as an FBI liaison to Project: Tallow during a hunt for a Witch named Agatha Holdric (Code name: The Devil’s Bride, Tallow File #1345) on the outskirts of Boston.
With the recruitment of Lauren Ponnegrass (Code name: Luciferin, Operative File #107, Tallow File #2046) and Mordecai Kane (Code name: Fenrir, Operative File #108, Tallow File #2009) I have taken up a position as a senior Operative for Project Tallow running lead on missions as well as training new recruits in techniques and tactics to combat the supernatural. 

Skills: 

Investigation- Nathan is after all first and foremost an FBI agent and as a result he has a nose for investigating things as wells as finding people. It can be rather unnerving to have him turn up with your juvenile records sitting on his desk while briefing you on your next mission.

Rangemaster- Nathan is a qualified Range Instructor and as a result much of new personnel training falls to him.
Criminal Profiling- Nathan was originally a criminal profiler for the FBI and as a result he has become very adept at reading people and putting together psyc profiles for them.

Law Enforcement- Nathan as standard law enforcement training with a variety of firearms and nonlethal weapons

Equipment and Resources: 

FBI Contacts- Nathan has more than a few contacts within the FBI willing to help him run down information

Safe house- Nathan’s Loft on the edge of Boston is well concealed in terms of a paper trail and it is very defensible as he has made several modifications to the apartment to include an armory.

Vampire Informant- Nathan has his ear to the ground in the supernatural community and regularly picks up dead drops from a confidential Nosferatu informant within The Carthian Movement in Boston. 

Keys:

Stigmata
Stillness
Phantasmal
Stygian

Manifestations: 

Rage
Marionet
Caul
Shroud

Edges:

Rituals- Nathan has learned more than a few Sin-Eater Rituals in his day

Memento Mori- Nathan has a fairly large collection of Memento Mori including at least one Deathmask and a piece of Memorabilia. 

Purah- Nathan’s Geist is significantly stranger than the average Geist as it appears to highly intelligent, self aware and capable of sophisticated reasoning and understanding of humans however it appears to be significantly removed from a human perspective which begs the question. Where exactly did this being originate from as it seems to be inhuman in origin.

Mortal tie: Nathan’s best friend and Ex-Partner Special Agent Thomas Carson remains blissfully unaware of much of Nathan’s supernatural doings. While Carson remains a skeptic on the supernatural he has been exposed to it however he refuses to believe it when exposed to it.