Post by Nate on Feb 21, 2009 3:36:52 GMT -5
american kestrel, border collie, eastern gray squirrel, african leopard, 131 posts ~ Leroy's Note
Name: Nathaniel Nicholsen III
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, is partially of Italian decent. Clothing can be unpredictable and strange at times, but is generally along a more basic punk/rocker theme. Pierced bottom lip. Various tattoos.
Personality: Some might call him a bit loopy, he’s certainly free-spirited and full of energy. On the other hand, he also has a darker, sarcastic side and a tendency to be in things for himself, making him unpredictable in many different ways. He can read people well and knows how to use it to his advantage. Many people don’t even realize how much smarter he is than he lets on, because he hides it well amongst frequent moonings.
Biography: Growing up in a high class neighborhood, Nate proved to be an unruly child for his parents. He was completely uncomfortable in the environment of the rich, their stuffy sterile lives, boring parties, and strict rules. He was a kid who would have much rather been wrestling out in the mud with his dog than having the old smelly piano teacher rapping at his knuckles with every missed piano key.
In his teens, he successfully got himself kicked out of almost every private school his parents placed him in, and by default was nearly sent to a military school to sort out his “embarrassment to the family”. This was enough to entice him to drop out altogether and run away, but not before happening to eavesdrop on a conversation between his parents behind closed doors that would have him even more scared than the idea of military school.
His parents were, apparently, controllers (though he didn’t realize this at the time) and the conversation—or rather, fight—was about him: His mother stood by the idea of sending him away to get him out of their hair… while his father wanted him infested and kept close by, letting the yeerk take him down a few notches. Whatever “infested” was, and whatever a “yeerk” was, the whole conversation gave him chills and was enough to solidify his need to get out.
He packed his things that very night and took off, and has been making his way through the world on his own terms ever since. It wasn’t until a few months later that the news would come out about the invasion, about the animorphs, and about the yeerks. It would all make sense to him all of the sudden, the conversation, his parents, and his life.
He searched up his parents a year later, out of curiosity. His father had been killed in the final wars, and his mother, free but broken completely, had been checked into a psychiatric ward to deal with the effects of being under control so long. He couldn’t help but wonder how long they’d been infested, how long his parents hadn’t really been his parents, and how much the yeerks may or may not have affected his life the way it had been. Could they have been more loving and free parents if given the chance, or were they stuffy and snobby even of their own free will? He would never know now…
How they were recruited:
Preferred Job: Animal rescue shelter. “Community service” so to speak. Probably at first being relegated to janitorial duties around the place, but at the same time, will give him access to the entire building and any animals housed there.
First morph: American Kestrel, which was in the rescue shelter the first day of work. Nate probably was drawn to the idea of the freedom of flight, and would have probably been fairly unimpressed with himself if his first morph had been something cute and fuzzy like the kitten that wouldn’t stop staring at him…
Name: Nathaniel Nicholsen III
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, is partially of Italian decent. Clothing can be unpredictable and strange at times, but is generally along a more basic punk/rocker theme. Pierced bottom lip. Various tattoos.
Personality: Some might call him a bit loopy, he’s certainly free-spirited and full of energy. On the other hand, he also has a darker, sarcastic side and a tendency to be in things for himself, making him unpredictable in many different ways. He can read people well and knows how to use it to his advantage. Many people don’t even realize how much smarter he is than he lets on, because he hides it well amongst frequent moonings.
Biography: Growing up in a high class neighborhood, Nate proved to be an unruly child for his parents. He was completely uncomfortable in the environment of the rich, their stuffy sterile lives, boring parties, and strict rules. He was a kid who would have much rather been wrestling out in the mud with his dog than having the old smelly piano teacher rapping at his knuckles with every missed piano key.
In his teens, he successfully got himself kicked out of almost every private school his parents placed him in, and by default was nearly sent to a military school to sort out his “embarrassment to the family”. This was enough to entice him to drop out altogether and run away, but not before happening to eavesdrop on a conversation between his parents behind closed doors that would have him even more scared than the idea of military school.
His parents were, apparently, controllers (though he didn’t realize this at the time) and the conversation—or rather, fight—was about him: His mother stood by the idea of sending him away to get him out of their hair… while his father wanted him infested and kept close by, letting the yeerk take him down a few notches. Whatever “infested” was, and whatever a “yeerk” was, the whole conversation gave him chills and was enough to solidify his need to get out.
He packed his things that very night and took off, and has been making his way through the world on his own terms ever since. It wasn’t until a few months later that the news would come out about the invasion, about the animorphs, and about the yeerks. It would all make sense to him all of the sudden, the conversation, his parents, and his life.
He searched up his parents a year later, out of curiosity. His father had been killed in the final wars, and his mother, free but broken completely, had been checked into a psychiatric ward to deal with the effects of being under control so long. He couldn’t help but wonder how long they’d been infested, how long his parents hadn’t really been his parents, and how much the yeerks may or may not have affected his life the way it had been. Could they have been more loving and free parents if given the chance, or were they stuffy and snobby even of their own free will? He would never know now…
How they were recruited:
“This is the second time we’ve had you in here this month, Nate. What’s it going to be next time, assault?”
Nate rolled his eyes and then stared at the sticky notes stuck to the side of the Officer’s computer. “’Pick up milk’. Ah so not only are you the government’s lackey, you’re also your wife’s.”
The older man ripped down the note and then leaned forward over his desk, glowering. “Pay attention, kid, this is serious.”
“It was a friggin fence, it can be repainted,” Nate sighed.
“It was destruction of property,” the officer corrected. “And before that, petty theft. You’re going down a dangerous path, Nate and—“ He stopped as the door opened, and into the office walked a man in a suit. He looked so serious, Nate almost laughed, but stopped himself when he flashed a badge of some sort.
“Officer, I’ll take it from here,” said the man, calmly.
The cop frowned. “Who sent you?”
“That’s classified. Now will you please step out while I have a word with Mr. Nicholsen?”
The officer looked him over suspiciously, and then silently got up and left the room. The other man took a seat.
“So what, am I being suspected of terrorism or something?” Nate pondered.
“No. Counter terrorism.”
“What??”
“Nathaniel, you’ve been selected for a job position with the government.”
Nate couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Yeah right. Thanks but no thanks.”
The man ignored him and continued. “I’m sure you have heard of the alien contact we’ve had in recent years, as well as the work of the animorphs? Jake, Rachel, Cas—“
“Yeah, yeah, everyone’s heard about that. What’s it got to do with me?”
“We are not at liberty to discuss the reasons for coming to you, Nathaniel, only that we wish you to take a position with SPECTER and become one of them.”
“One of who? If you’re going to say yeerk—“
“Animorph.”
“…you’re kidding me.”
“I am not. We will give you the power if you will agree to work with us and join a team in protecting the country from future threats.”
“And if I refuse?”
“For you, refusal is not an option.”
“…say wha—“
He barely got out the words before another pair of hands appeared—someone behind him he hadn’t even seen enter the room—wrapped around him, covering his mouth and nose with a cloth and a rank smell entering his nasal passage.
Oh sh- was all he thought as he struggled against the arms, and then slowly everything suddenly went dark.
Preferred Job: Animal rescue shelter. “Community service” so to speak. Probably at first being relegated to janitorial duties around the place, but at the same time, will give him access to the entire building and any animals housed there.
First morph: American Kestrel, which was in the rescue shelter the first day of work. Nate probably was drawn to the idea of the freedom of flight, and would have probably been fairly unimpressed with himself if his first morph had been something cute and fuzzy like the kitten that wouldn’t stop staring at him…
