Nathan Andrews' Journal

Application:
Character Information

Name: Nathan Andrews

Nickname: (if applicable) None

Age: 38

Birthplace: Bronx, New York

Sex: Male

Occupation: Nothing, naturally well-off

Appearance: approx: 5'10", platinum blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, muscular-to-athletic build. Broad shoulders. Zodiac-shaped scar (Aries), scar on his right palm from a dog bite. Is blind, so his eyes don't see or track normally.

Personality: he likes to seem like a hardass on the outside, but he does actually care for the Slayers he works with. Hates Quentin Travers with a burning passion. Refuses to do the Cruciamentum if he can get away with it, which got him in quite a bit of trouble, but whenever he did do it (by the insistance of Travers) he lost a Slayer every time, which makes him think they were rigged. He's all about using your strengths and your weaknesses as strengths. He has a great sense of humor but is not easily lied to. It's happened, but he hates to admit it. He does have a deep temper at the center of himself, but he tries very hard to keep it under control. He's very clumsy around women, but, believe it or not, has confidence in himself and his abilities.

Special abilities/talents: Since he's blind, his other senses are heightened. He can smell vampires and some demons. He's a fast learner.

Supernatural Affinity:
Species/Group: Human/Watcher
Power(s): None officially, though it's rumored that his seing-eye cat has some special secret..

History: (must be at least two paragraphs) Nathan was mugged at the age of 12. Surgery was required to fix his eye, however, the surgeons fixed the wrong one, thus making the damage to both eyes irreversible. His family sued for losses, and netted a few cool million, establishing it in a trust fund for Nathan. In his first years with trying to find a seeing-eye dog, he was bitten by one, and since, no dogs will work with him or be receptive. He has a scar on his right hand from said bite and thought it pretty much hopeless. His Mother was a Watcher, and had a few channels open to try, so she tried a cat instead, raised high in the mountains of Tibet (or at least that's the story she was given). She is a White Siberian, but a runt of the litter weighing at 350-400 pounds instead of closer to 800. This makes her more agile, and at times, more aggressive, giving her the ability to tackle vampires and completely sever the head. Since then, the two have been near inseperable. Shortly after, Nathan's mother reminded him of his duty, and Nathan made the transition from blind man, supposedly handicapped in society, to Watcher, a protector of Slayers and those that would cast him out.

After several years of training, Nathan made his trek to the Watchers Council, and was immediately rejected for his blindness.
Nathan made a point of his necessity by slaying three vamps not a mile away from the Council itself. In this scuffle, he received a scar on his left shoulder in the rough shape of an Aries Zodiac. He brought evidence from a slayed vampire back to the Council and was given admittance, though reluctantly. He had several Slayers under his tutelage, though after the death of his last Slayer, he retired early, holing himself up in his "apartment" (which is huge) and keeping to himself. In 2008 (or 9), his mother came to him, saying her expertise had been recommissioned into the Watchers Council and was necessary to train the onslaught of new Slayers. She came to him, hoping to give him his second chance, and showing a side to Slaying that all Slayers need and mental weapons that everyone needs in their arsenal, but those in the Slaying business especially.

Flaws: (must be at least three flaws)Don't just list the flaws but describe how they affect the character.
Blindness - There are times when Nathan is really depressed by his blindness. He sees himself as less than human, and doesn't even try to involve himself in a relationship, because he's afraid he'll be inadequate in all aspects, physical and emotional.

Depression - It doesn't help that Nathan suffered from depression already. He does form a bond with all his Slayers, but every time he lost one, he just retreated further and further into himself. He experimented with alcohol, but never got far enough into his depression for thoughts of suicide, or at least any attempt at follow-through.

No other abilities - It can bother Nathan at times that he doesn't have any sort of ESP or ability compatible with the supernatural. He does know that his blindness heightens his other senses, but he wishes he had other gifts he could apply to his natural talent. He makes up for it in knowledge and willpower.

Merits: Don't just list the merits but describe how they affect the character.
Nathan is a quick study. He finished his self-defense classes in half the time, and accepted them naturally. He accepted his loss of sight and moved on, trying to find the positive. Nathan can solve any problem he's confronted with. He also has a mind for invention, remodeling his cane into a slaying weapon -- on one side it has a retractable silver knife, and on the other, a stake.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Preferred PB (played-by): Neal McDonough

Information from you
Your Name/Pen: Dawnfire
Age: 23
Email Address: angelatmidnight@gmail.com
AIM: phoenixwithscars
Your Journal: (not your characters) (LJ) ferus_tempestra
Plans for character: well, I've never played him in a relationship before. Worth a shot... I'd also love the opportunity for one-on-one training and for a storyline into Angelina (Nathan's cat). I think it would be interesting for her to be a Witch stuck in her Familiar form, by a demon or somesuch.
Anything else: I've been RPing for a total of about 5 years. I can work with anybody if given the chance.
Sample Roleplay: (3rd person)
Nathan was in a training session. Lately, that's what he'd become obsessed with, training, becoming stronger, faster... he'd have to watch it..
The girl he was working with was petulant, thinking she knew everything, but there was no such thing and Nathan knew it.
But she didn't, and she'd have to learn.
As she pounded on a punching bag, he swore he could hear bones complain and crack as she bent her wrist.
He stopped her and forced her wrist straight. He couldn't see her look of shock, but he could feel the resistence as she gave up.
"Make your arm straight, like a board. Feel that?" he said, as he pushed against her straightened wrist to show his point. "Doesn't hurt as much, does it?"

She hunched her shoulders in defeat.
"I can't do this. I might as well just give up now and offer my neck on a silver platter."
He pushed her.
"Okay, you can give up if you beat me. Come on."
He pushed her back, push after push, further and further, purposely pissing her off.
She decked him, hard, a good right cross to the cheek.
His lip was split, yeah boy, and his face would take some time to heal... but her wrist was straight. Ramrod. He could tell because this time, she didn't lose any power or any strength behind the punch, and the follow-through was perfect. He'd been in enough scuffles to know.
"Feelin' better?"
She stopped, her eyes probably wide.

She resumed punching the bag, but this time, it was all different. The punches were solid, and she had enough determination to last. Maybe he wouldn't lose one this time after all.
Sample Journal Entry: (1st person)
Everything's different. Even I can tell the shit's hit the fan.
I'm not usually a wordy guy, I keep to myself, but I usually do have something to say.

So what do I say to this?
"Oh dear"?

I'm open to suggestions.