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[center][h1][color=B8860B]Nate Hewitt[/color][/h1]
[img]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f6/Ewan_McGregor_%282013_Citro%C3%ABn_advertisement%29.png[/img] 

[color=B8860B][b][sub]{ [i]"Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.”[/i] }[/sub][/b][/color]
[url=youtube.com/watch?v=UQRmA2v2D9s]Stan[/url] || [url=youtube.com/watch?v=zDYGRxL0V24]Mama I’m Coming Home[/url] || [url=youtube.com/watch?v=qHFxncb1gRY]Stairway To Heaven[/url][/center][hr]

[color=B8860B][b][u] {Full Name} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Nate Buchanan Hewitt[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Nickname} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Ass-biter
Count Smells-A-Lot [/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {1925} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]March, Friday[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Age} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]95-years old[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Gender} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Sexuality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Relationship Status} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Role} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Vampire[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Occupation} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Crimes like petty theft and robbery[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Face Claim} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]I think my guy would look like Ewan McGregor[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Nate is pale and boyish. He was inducted to the scene when he was 25, surrendering several months after his inductor finally convinced him that all of the savagery was necessary. His height is standard and he isn’t over weight. He wears sneakers or boots, and keeps his flesh concealed. His eyes may turn red or purple depending on his mood, like hungry or reminiscent. His hands or neck, have no scars. He’s a brunette that does his hair sportingly, or in other words most days. His nose is characteristically vampire, being medium-sized and a little pointed.[/indent]

[color=B8860B] [b]|[u] {Habits & Quirks} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Indecisiveness
Day dreaming
Licking his teeth[/indent]

[color=B8860B]  [b]|[u] {Hobbies} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Readng
Watching TV
Internet surfing [/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Likes} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Eating
Stephen King movies
Marijuana
Arts & Crafts
Fantasizing about what could have been
Volunteering at the hospital
Dressing stylishly[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Dislikes} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Stephen King books
Getting hustled
Losing three in a row
Being stolen from
Loud soundtrack music
Video games
Contemporary swag fashion[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Fears} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Werewolves
Fire
Some domestic animals[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Secrets} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Every day of his life is a secret. Sleeping in a coffin, floating around his abode like a vampire training to get into the space program, eating men and women and children and rats and roaches---totally unremorsefully. His definition of secret is life. However, he is a little perverted because he exchanges nudes with women over the internet entirely too much [/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Abilities} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Superhuman strength with senses, gives him an aw-inspiring degree of physiological account, as well as heightened perceptual definition. Flight predominantly applies to detection and evasion; however one can use the ability move from one place to the next. Telepathy is the trait to hone in to other being’s minds. It can be used in a number of ways, not so spoken that since it is the active ingredient in seduction, any one can be placed under its influence. [/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Limitations} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Having power itself can begin to be a burden, something some night stalkers get a kick out of. However, besides perpetrating small infractions, Nate is aware of limitations unless you look at his history. He could burn because of how his powers threw him right into the lonely loner status within his undead community.[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[center][h3][u]♦ [color=B8860B]Humoring[/color] ♦ [color=B8860B]Murderous[/color] ♦ [color=B8860B] Sincere[/color] ♦ [color=B8860B]Confusing[/color] ♦[/u][/h3][/center]
[indent]It was a good morning looking for most people, but the best he beset his weary eyes on was a casket that served as his bed He was returning to his fort There were bugs walking around, and the stench was a thing you had to chill with, until you realized the whole place smelled kind of like nothing but pure shit. He sat on his coach, which was a decorative addition Then, he browsed around and nothing was detected. He bent over and started to take his Reeboks off.

He took his hands and picked up both shoelaces and pulled them loose, but one was twisted and he replaced two fingers and unknotted. His socks came off next. He was wearing a Pittsburg Steelers shirt and a pack of black denim jeans. He took them off, everything but his purple jock underwear. He laid back for a moment. It was time to hit the sack. But, first he got up tiredly and went into his bathroom and flipped on the light bulk above the mirror. “My loyalty has often lied with me. I have had partners, but it dissipates. I am not godly. I have killed children. I do not struggle too much, because life is what you make of it. And my life taste life baked trouble pie. But, one day, I will lay my loyalties somewhere. Why? Why me.” [/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Place of Origin} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Massachusetts[/indent]

[color=B8860B][b]|[u] {Background} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Massachusetts, 1950, Nate is bit. But before he become a vampire talent, he made it to be 25 years old. He had a loving mom and father, and his family was normal. He liked playing sports, and that’s where he met the man who would seduce him. The man who thought his unique abilities and the rights he could afford the young man, the rights to roam the night…

He was on his way to his girlfriend’s house. His dad was driving him, and the whole he way his dad squawked. His dad did not want a grandson. Nate didn’t want a baby. The two were agreeable about it. So, when they pulled up at  Tornado St, the street Lauren’s house was on, his dad did not say anything other than bye, and Nate waved him goodbye, too. He was looking at her window when he heard the car squelch and run off of the road. He ran back, but his dad was convulsing and died in a minute.

He jumped up after he placed the back of his father’s head in his arm. He jumped as high as a deer leaping over a broken tree trying to evade poachers could have. Immediately, lurking in the open sight of the neighborhood was some fellow he looked like he was insane dressed wearing a fedora and a hospital gown. He was even dancing. Nate, enraged and hyper vigilant, called out to him and told him he wanted the man’s name, that the man had killed his father. And the man who was thinking about a mad hatter shindig this evening  only did a twirl, and then the crazy man was gone..

First responders arrived, and Nate and his girlfriend, and her family, provided all of the information to the authorities that they could. No one had seen him, heard him, or smelled him, whatever! There didn’t seem to be a “him.” For a while, every one was occupied. But, standing there with Lauren stoned a little; he was offered a ride home. Since his family’s car was registered as police evidence, he took it up and climbed in the car. There was police patrolling the area, so Lauren’s mom, Helen, stayed at home.

On their way back to Atlas Dr. is where it happened.  Fast. They were near a candy and bread bakery outlet, and Nate rolled his window down and was not speaking, unlike his cabin mates. They were having a small discussion. They wanted to see if indirect therapy helped. It may have, but then the naked mad hatter swooped out of the darkness and ripped him out of the car. He threw him away. 

Nate hit the dirt hard.  And, he opened his eyes and saw the same jackass standing there. But, now, he had on regular clothing. The demonstrative vampire admitted that he was who murdered his father, and talked about destiny, and this and that. But his question was how Nate saw him. The 25-year old could not understand about it. And, that was it. The bloodsucker bit him, and said he would watch from the shadows. The nights events with Nate being hypnotized. He was no longer humane. He had a new way of life, and above all else he would not speak of any thing he witnessed.

And that was it. Nate hated himself some, but the creatures and monsters that combed through our fears had been around as long as man and none of them had ever returned to humanity.[/indent]
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