Nathaniel * Yagi * F

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OOC Information

OOC Name: Moonrose

Link to Previous Character: I don't remember the most recent one I made, but of the ones I am keeping, they are over a few months old to the side (like from joining until now) and they have their required posts.

General

Name: Nathaniel

Alias: Nate or Nathan

Species: Yagi

Gender: Male

Age: 5 years

Pack: Loner

Rank: n/a

Physical

Height: 50 inches

Weight: 218 lbs

Appearance: He is a tall, stocky male built mostly to carry around his strength. There is no doubt that the male was built to be as strong as he is or even born to be how he is. His legs are lean muscle, worked down to help him run well despite his massive size, but most of his bulk is in his chest, shoulders, back, and hips. Basically, everywhere else except his legs are the majority of the muscles visible. This could cause him to appear somewhat fat, but he doesn't mind in the slightest. He keeps himself healthy looking and that includes his fur, horns, and spines. For his age, his is a very handsome male with good fur, horns, and spines. As dangerous as his appearance seems, on the inside he is really a gentle giant. However, one should not underestimate the fully grown elk horns upon his head. They are sharp enough to pierce some thick skin.

His fur is smooth and silky to the touch. He never lacks in keeping it clean and shining, something he knows gives a first impression upon anyone that he may meet. It is important to him to keep up a good appearance so that he is able to impress anyone he comes in contact with, but his fur is rather long and can tend to get unruly every now and then. However, there is certainly no stopping him from simply jumping into a lake or a stream to wash himself down from the dirt that has collected itself in his fur over a few of the days. The main shade of his fur is a luxurious shade of caramel, much like the color of lighter dirt in some regions. It is a beautiful color that kindly accents the rest of his coloration, including his markings and his eyes. Now, this is a lighter shade than that of a normal brown, but it is a deep shade of caramel.

Accenting his chest and back are dark grey stripes. These stripes lead mostly from his forehead, all the way down to the back of his hips where his docked tail lies. This shade of grey also adorns his paws, stretching up from the very bottom where his feet touch the ground to just below his elbows. This grey coloration also touches up on his face, accenting around his eyes and upon the tips of his ears. The next color upon his pelt is a shade of brown that almost matches the caramel, but it dark enough to be noticed. These appear in spots along his body and matching them is a lovely hue of green, resting right on top of the brown to give it a shadow-like effect. This dappling effect is even on his cheeks and legs. He has many colors to his pelt, even for a Yagi, but he takes his pride in that and in his strength.

His snout is slightly narrow, but still has a nice shape to it. His nose is a jet black, unlike the brownish elk horns adorning his head and the long, sharp spines dotting the peak of each stripe on his back. There are also spines resting on the elbows of each leg. These are shorter, but just as sharp as the ones upon his back. This is something he finds useful and annoying, as he tends to occasionally poke himself in the side with them when he curls up. Back to his face. His lips are lined with a thin line of black, as the insides of his jowls stick out slightly due to his several inch long saber teeth canines. Further up his muzzle is where his eyes lie, and that is where the stunning shade of his eyes are seen. They are a vibrant and warm hue of orange, standing out from the rest of his bodily appearance.

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Mental

Strengths:

• Endurance -- He is a hardy and strong, able to survive in the harshest of weather conditions because of his thick fur.
  
  
• Natural Weaponry -- This is a given, especially with the elk horns upon his head and the spines trailing down his back. He doesn't use them often, but they are good weapons.
  
  
• Good Heart -- His heart always leans to being kind to people, no matter how much of an ass they can be. He is always kind to others, unless someone hits a soft spot.
  
  
• Level Headed -- He never really loses his cool and executes his decisions without an issue or without a doubt that they could fail. He always attempts to solve a situation calmly.
  
  
• Calm Execution -- He makes his decisions by quickly putting certain consequences through his head, making sure that his choice won't harm anyone too badly.
  
  
• Word Choice -- He is always careful with his choice of wording, not wanting to cause unnecessary conflict with anyone because of something that he said.
  
  
• Sense of Justice -- His heart is always leaning to do the right thing and, while he is loyal, even he would have a problem if his higher ups asked him to do something that was morally wrong.
  

Weaknesses:

• Overprotective -- When it comes to anyone he loves or remotely cares about, that would be known as his soft spot. He is hellbent in keeping anyone he does love safe.
  
  
• Distant -- He doesn't share is own feelings or really anything about himself, as he often finds himself dedicated to helping others with their problems, but this is mostly a way to avoid his own.
  
  
• Sense of Justice -- As mentioned before, his heart usually leans towards always doing the right thing. However, even he may not be able to do something morally wrong to him that a higher up asks of him to do.
  
  
• Children -- He adores children, having to do with the younger wolves he's killed mostly, something he regrets and refuses to do every again, and he is extremely good with them. Pertaining to those in his former pack, they loved him. If anyone wants to get to him, threatening a child is a good way to do it.
  
  
• Pig Headed -- Despite his usually calm demeanor, he prefers to stick to his decisions and every choice that he does make, even if someone disagrees with him. The only people he wouldn't argue with were higher ups in a pack.
  
  
• Helpfulness -- He always has to stop and help someone when they need it, whether they ask for it or not.
  
  
• Gentleness -- He's not much of a fighter, though can be if needed, but he prefers to avoid conflict at all times and chooses to be a gentle giant.
  
  
• Lack of Speed -- Physically, this is his worst trait. He cannot run fast, and was the slowest of most that he does know. He doesn't mind this, but it can be difficult to catch food. However, what he lacks in speed he makes up for in strength.
  

Personality: In general, he is a very good wolf. He tries to never do anything wrong and he tries to help everyone that he can who needs it, even if they don't ask for it. All around, he is a nice guy. The outer coating of himself is a sweet amount of sugar, but even he has his dark side, and he prefers to keep that in particular hidden away where no one can see it. He loves children and is quite good with them, since they seem to adore him in return most of the time. He is fun, and perhaps that is the reason why they like him so much. He also lets them clamber all over him whenever they please, so that could be another factor. He doesn't really know why, but he doesn't mind it. Children are the epitome of innocence to him and he would never let a harmful touch lay a finger upon a single hair of their pelts.

There is a fun side to him and then there is his serious side. He is very level headed and calmly executes any actions or decisions that he makes. He is a decent leader, though would never admit such a thing. He prefers to follow rather than be in the spotlight for any reason, unless he really has to. If there was a group panicking for any reason, he could easily find himself standing and attempting to calm them before things ever got worse. He is very careful and respective, especially with his choice of words. From past experience, he knows how easily offended someone can become when something in the slightest is said wrong. There is a bit of a reason there that he is a ladies man. He loves to put females and the spotlight, giving them all the attention they inwardly demand out of anyone.

However, he is very stubborn and is usually quite confident in his conclusions of things. Normally, no matter who it is, he would calmly or rashly present his idea of things and usually won't budge on the choice he makes. This can tend to be a problem when he tries to get along with someone, especially those who rank higher than him within a pack. He doesn't like being told he is wrong and he has a good sense of right. He would have issues doing something morally wrong that a higher up told him to do, especially if he knew what he was doing was wrong. He is very possessive over the things that he loves, hellbent on making sure no on ever gets hurt because of him. He wouldn't be able to live with himself. His sense of justice can get in the way of things and the last thing he wants to do is fail.

The emotional distance he keeps from everyone is important to him, as he is unwilling to reveal the things he did in his past to anyone. If it were a close friend, then maybe, but only if he knew for sure that they meant something to him and that they could keep a secret. He feels that what he did would make him unworthy of anyone's pack, of anyone's friendship, and of anything in general. He carries this burden wherever he goes and, if there is no one there to distract him from these thoughts, that would be all he thinks about. He tries not to, but it can be rather obvious when he gets sidetracked about what he has done. There are many things that would remind him of such. He hides this very well often times, at least whenever he around others. He prefers to focus on them rather than the horrid things he has done.

History: Where most wolves would not expect to have a tragic plot to their past, their childhood as they grow up, such things were expected of Nathaniel's life. The things his pack intended for him were heinous. They were not a kind pack, ruling over their section of territory with a vicious rule, an unforgiving rule that any one movement or word could get someone killed. In some sense of the word luck, his parents were ranked in the higher tiers of the pack, leaving him to be safe from death or kidnapping by their leader. He took the pups and trained them at an early age to kill, to hunt, to gather, and to work directly for him. All females were merely slaves to be used for reproduction and as physical reprieves for males or higher ups. If a female was ranked in the upper tiers, they were completely untouchable by anyone.

Nathaniel was lucky to be born to his parents, lucky to have his tail docked when he was very young so that no one would know of his odd tail. Not that it mattered. All long tails were docked a few days after birth, generally when they would be visible and when it would be capable of being cut off. At a young age, his father began to take him off to start watching the other wolves fight, watching them butt horns and attacking one another with their saber fangs as well as the spike adorning their bodies. For now, he was useless in using his body for fighting. There were no horns, no spikes, no menacing teeth, but all of it was coming in steadily. He looked nothing like his mother nor his father, but was an awkward mixture of the two of them. As he started to grow, he became a beautiful clash of the two nearly opposite appearing parents.

But he had his mother's eyes and his father's horns.

Around the time he was closing in on a year old, his father began taking him to spars for the younger sets of wolves. His father had always had high expectations of him, urging him to win every spar he was ever put into against the rest. It was no surprise to him or his parents that he was able to beat the rest of the pups who had been taken from the lower tiers of the pack. However, at first it was a struggle to defeat those within the tiers or above his own. It would take him time to excel, but he trained long and hard just to prove his worth to his pack and to make his parents proud. This was aimed more at his father though because he was far more critical. His mother was already proud. He had been the only one to survive within his litter of five and she knew it was only the first signal that he was truly strong.

At two years old, he was fully grown and much larger than most of the other males within his fighting division. It was also during this time that it was discovered he had a power, something he had developed at a younger age, but it was only becoming recognized. A pack elder had noticed this when he spoke of it to a few of the males he was friends with, describing something the old male identified as Dreamwalking. He was quick to tell the pack leader of this discovery and almost immediately Nathaniel was summoned to the main den, where his parents as well as the inner council awaited his arrival. He was addressed in the manner about his power, something he had only hardly given any thought to. Now that he really knew what it was, he was incredulous and extremely excited all at the same time.

Nathaniel now had something else to prove of his worth to the pack and for a few months, he went into deep and harsh training with the elder that identified his power. He was brought subjects to test on with these powers and, because he already had some decent control over it by using it unknowingly for the last year, he had little issue growing in his ability. However, it drained him severely each time. Little by little, as the months dragged on and into his third year of life, he gained near complete control over the power. Even now, he still has his occasional difficulties with the power, but just sitting and surveying the dream is the easiest. Participating and changing it to his will has always been the hardest part, the most dangerous part, and has always required a rather large amount of energy.

Once this set of training was done and over with, he was taken into the army, promoted to one of the higher ranks (he was actually set aside as more of a special rank, but this was unbeknownst to him). The army was prepared for war, trained to fight against another pack that was threatening to take their territory. They weren't nearly as wicked and harsh with their training as Nathaniel's pack was, but they outnumbered his pack greatly. There were a lot of wolves in his own pack, consisting of more than fifty members. To outnumber them was a feat in itself. However, they prepared, muscles strong, teeth and horns sharp, and spirits high. The newer wolves weren't prepared for the things they would need to do to the opposing pack, but they did as they were told regardless of what they felt.

Bidding farewell to his mother, Nathaniel and his father set off with one of the squads to meet the opposing force at the battle field. Along the way, they sparred and went over tactics, mentally and physically preparing for anything that would and could happen. His father warned him of what they would have to do, slaughter and kill anyone that would get in the way of their goal to victory. His father had been in many wars and battles, but his first had been the worst one. The blood. The slaughter. The death. It had all scarred him at first, but because he survived, it had hardened him and made him strong. He said it would do the same for his son, and that would prove to be true. It didn't take long for them to trek through the unforgiving winter conditions and confront their enemy with bared fangs.

It was a long war, consisting of many battles that will forever be trapped within Nathaniel's mind. He slaughtered so many of the other wolves, as did others of his pack, and few of his own were lost. His rage was great throughout his fighting, listening to the wolves' taunts about what they were going to do to his pack when they won, what the males would do to the females and the children. He would never let that happen, his mind trained on the image of his mother and the image of his now dead father, who had taken a blow for him when he hesitated to fight with a female. That female had killed him with no problem and Nathaniel had swiftly returned the favor. Nothing could stop him at that point and he killed any wolf that dared to oppose his pack and the goal they had set for themselves.

The war ended and some leaders had been captured. They were brought back to camp, where they were hopelessly interrogated. Nothing was revealed from them and Nathaniel was brought in to give them nightmares. They were given an herb to force them to sleep and then Nathaniel would invade, torturing them within their dreams, making them see things that weren't real, making them believe it had happened or that it would happen if they didn't tell the pack what they wanted to know. Eventually, he had managed to force those leaders to give the pack what they wanted. He asked if they would be set free for their cooperation. The council had laughed, except for his mother, and they murdered the leaders of the opposing pack right in front of him. While he did not blink, he could not believe what he had gotten himself into.

At age four, he had gone into another war, fighting against a much smaller pack that had meant no harm. It was here that he hesitated to kill a female that was far smaller than him, even for a Yagi. She was scared, extremely petrified of him, even though they were the same age about. Yet, they were far from the same size and he felt horrible for what he was about to do. So he did something he didn't expect out of himself. He chased her. He didn't kill her. He chased her into the nearby wood and then told her to run, that he would spare her because he felt for her. He wanted to see her again and prayed they would be able to meet some day in the future. So, she did run and she never did come back. He hasn't seen her since, but even now he still prays that the two of them will cross paths some day.

Upon returning to report what was left of the small pack, Nathaniel lied and told them all of the wolves had been obliterated. That night, however, he went to his mother and confessed of what he had done. He said he couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't work for them. She was on her death bed, dying of a sickness that was common in these parts. She drew him close and told him to run, to live a life free of this tyranny and pain. She wanted him to carry on his bloodline, his family's bloodline, in a place where they would grow up safe and happy. He intends to fulfill his mother's wish, and so he ran. That night, he took off and didn't look back. He found his way into WonderWhy after months of running, found himself wandering all over this wonderful place and claiming the lands as his new home.

Other: Ohhhh, he so smexy~!

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He sounds like a fantastic character. I love that there's darkness in him, despite his sweet personality. Accepted!