Post by *Kittlez. on Aug 26, 2012 7:42:46 GMT -5
AUDUSS, NATHAN.
Name: Nathan Gabriel Auduss.
Age: Twenty-seven.
Occupation: Werewolf hunter.
Partner: None as of yet.
Children: None as of yet.
Mother: Camilla Auduss. {deceased}
Father: Liat Auduss.
Siblings: Jordan Auduss, younger brother.
Physical Description: Nathan is a tall, well built man, not exactly of your typical 'body builder' physique, but overall strong and bulky. With broad, thick shoulders, strong arms and large capable hands, his muscles come from being on the job, as opposed to from a gym, as does the light tan to his skin, from being out in the sun for great amounts of time. Nathan's skin is littered with scars, but he shows no shame or self-consciousness, knowing that each one is a trophy.
Nathan's hair is fairly short and dark blonde, kept that way to stay out of his eyes and face, allowing him to be on guard at all times. He has a silver piercing on his right eyebrow, and another smaller piercing in the side of his nose, both pure silver, giving in to one of his small superstitions about the very creature he hunts.
Nathan's eyes are his best feature, being a deep forest green, with subtle flecks of gold, inherited from his mother. He despised being told how much he resembled her, part of the reason he left his hometown.
Nathan is also a notorious smoker, getting through as many as close to seventy a day. It is rare to find him without a cigarette, but he never smokes on a hunt, knowing the smell of smoke could easily give him away.
Personality: Nathan is a broken man. Overly serious and uptight, Nathan is by no stretch of the imagination a social person, preferring to keep to himself and his job. For a man who looks so intimidating, his actually personality is subdued and submissive, happier to be the silent brawn behind a plan, as opposed to speaking his mind.
The only time Nathan comes out of his shell is on the job; tracking and hunting werewolves, whether they be stray or in a pack, he hunts for whoever pays him, as well as for his own revenge. His mother was murdered by a werewolf, practically shattering the young man's mind and sending him down a road of cold blooded murder and a mental downwards spiral. Nathan is a manic depressive, but refuses to take medication for it, determined he can make everything better by ridding the world of the beast that ruined his life.
Nathan isn't a violent person, despite his job, and only in the depths of pure rage would raise a fist to another person. Saying this, he would never hurt a woman or child, and makes an effort to only hunt male wolves, for this very reason. His job causes him a great deal of moral strife, but is spurred on by the memory of his deceased mother, giving him a strong lust for vengeance. Nathan is no cold blooded killer, and is haunted by the images of his victims, particularly in his dreams, making him somewhat of an insomniac.
History: Nathan had somewhat of a broken childhood. His father, a wealthy businessman, was extremely controlling, so the house was kept to military precision, particularly the actions of Nathan, his younger brother Jordan and his dear mother. Camilla was a very sweet, quiet woman, easily trampled on by her husband's brash confidence and overbearing nature, meaning that she, alone, was a breath of fresh air in their house.
Nathan and his father never got along, with the child wishing to be more of a free spirit than his father allowed. Liat wanted him to grow up like your typical brute; playing football for the school team, getting all the girls, getting into fights and winning. Sadly, the only fights Nathan got into were lost, despite taking after his father in terms of physique, Nathan never wanted to fight back.
At the age of nineteen, a year after Nathan moved out on his own into Chicago, his mother was attacked and killed while walking to the bar his father was at. Due to it being so late at night, there were few witnesses, but the type of injuries sustained screamed 'wolf attack'. The hunting craze had begun to fire up around this time, and Nathan, desperate for closure and crazed with grief, joined their ranks, killing any werewolf they came across.
He began to find a talent in it, eventually doing it alone, and then as a profession. The amount of people who would hire him, normally torn by grief like himself, were many, allowing him to make enough money to move to Romania, where the hunts began. Settling into a temporary apartment, he began his plans to track and kill every last werewolf in the country. Unless they killed him first.
A welcome death for a broken man.
