KANE, nathan

[Nathan Kane]

I go by (Invy), and my time zone is (Cst/Est). I found this site by (living here?). You can contact me ( MSN, AIM, PM, Email).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Nathan Kane.

AGE:

28.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight

SPECIES:

Human

NATIONALITY:

Irish-American

OCCUPATION:

Hunter

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Nathan has dark brown hair and Hazy blue eyes. his manner is as cold and hard as his his icy blue stare. Sincere smiles are very rare events. He carries himself very neat and well formed. he however may look like a chaotic mess after a fight. hence he has quite a few scares left a memorial from his more difficult assignments. On his wrists are two tattoos which read " Vinci Malum Virtute" they are interlaced into a moon shaped Celtic knot. It is the symbol of the knight guard. He stands at 6'3" and has a rather strong build from almost constant training.

CELEB CLAIM:

Bradley Cooper

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Cold and gaurded- His emotions usually dont show. If he is angry he wont yell or argue. He is more likely to just knock the person out and walk away, or at least stand there wishing he could. He keeps secrets well and is not very into giving information away.
Rebelious- He likes order in his own life ,but not always following rules. He enjoys finding and causing trouble thus, bringing his own form of order out of it. He likes being in control. He never did stop being the bad boy. He just has less time for it.
Protective-Trying to harm somone he cares about is just a bad idea.
Self-assured- he had no doubts when it comes to his abilities. He has the record to back it up. he is aware that he isn't immortal, thankful for it even. he however isn't quite as aware that he isn't invincible. his body may often tell him otherwise but his mind doesn't submit.
Taciturn- he only speaks if he has something to say. Reserved- he doesn't like being around people.He's stuck in a different reality than most humans.
Troubled- He can be a bit paranoid at times. he often has nightmares. This is part of the reason that he disconnects from society. It's much easier to stay in a world where seeing people getting killed by demons and ghosts was a normal part of daily life. A world were those considered "normal" were actually living in a fantasy. The real world was simply horror.
In love- Nathan isn't quite the same person with Blair. She is one who manages to break through those barriers and guards. While it may not be noticable to someone passing on the streets that his is star-crossed-head-over-heels in love...behind closed doors, sparks fly.

LIKES:

Getting a job done, Drinking, fighting, his fiance, sunrise, Travel,Country music, Rock music, bending the rules or finding loop holes, controlled situations, Adrenaline.

DISLIKES:

Vampires, idiots, chaos, cruelty toward people, losing a fight, having to fight with a partner, betrayal, being lied to, not being in control, feeling useless Cell phones- more talking, more noise, and often unneeded chaos.

SECRETS:

Is a part of the NightGuard organization (hunter clan). He still has nightmares about the vampire that attacked his mother.

FEARS:

Vampires, losing Blair, finding out that someone he killed was innocent, becoming severely injured. being turned into one of the creatures he hunts.

DREAMS:

To reach the highest ranking in the NightGuard. Restore some order to this chaotic supernatural mess.

STRENGTHS:

Determination, Smart, Quick learner/thinker, adaptive, well trained, unrelenting, humanity, his manerism.

WEAKNESSES:

physical limitations of humanity, overconfidence, Blair, his secrets, vampires, his father, ambition.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Nathan was born in Maryland to Gwen and Sean Kane. It was not long after his birth that things started to go wrong. He was about three years old when it happened. His destiny was sealed when he watched from under the bed as she no...it drained his mother as she forced herself not to scream, when he jumped as that pitched black eye winked at him, when he cried as his tear and bloodstained mother wouldn't wake up, when his father pulled him away from the cold limp grip of his mother's corpse.



Despite his father's own problems in dealing with the sudden and strange loss of his wife, he had tried his best to take care of his son. He was, however, at a loss at how to deal with most of it; so he did not. Nathan quickly learned that one should never talk about what troubled him. No, you just had to learn to forget. Imagine it never happened. Talking about a vampire attack on his mother was definitely out of the question. Sean denied it vehemently. It was just a robber... or some strange bad man. Nathan knew what he saw... it was not something that even a child could forget.


Whoever Nathan was supposed to become had changed with that dreadful night. He didn't quite have the opportunity to be a 'normal' kid. He was often marked as too macabre by the other kid's parents. The teachers couldn't quite get him to listen. He didn't really find much purpose in listening. He preferred to read on his own than to listen to someone drone on and on about useless information. Despite his grades in school, he was actually a very smart kid. Too smart really, with a smart mouth to go with it. Said smart mouth gave him the benefit of quite a few fights. As he grew older, the fights became worse. Soon his rebellion moved beyond just fighting. He started to get in with the wrong crowds who taught him what his father had already seemed to know. Drinking can help block out quite a few images from the past. The more one drank the more they could forget. In addition, the more distractions could be found.


By the time he was 16 distractions were abundant. Drinking, girls, drag racing, even a little drugs were all wonderful distractions, and more than anything,….fighting was. He loved fighting. He didn't need a reason. He just wanted to, he needed to. Fighting was a way to stay safe. With each person he fought, he could learn more...and get better, and oh, he got better, so much so that he started street fighting. Things changed for the worst when he turned 17... On his birthday, he put a man in the hospital. The man was in a coma for a week from brain damage, and internal bleeding. Nathan was placed in Juvenile for 6 months. Strangely enough, he was let early out for good behavior. During his stay, one of the guards managed to quell his little rebellion, at least for the time being. Any of the rules he had managed to break went unnoticed.

Six months after his release (on his 18th birthday), his father just couldn’t deal with it. It was probably more out of guilt than anything else was that he had failed his son. He had failed so far …why stop now. Sean had bought a small apartment in Frederick, MD he told Nathan he had made the down payment the rest was up to him. Nathan was actually quite fine with the arrangement. He had always figured that his father thought him insane, stupid or both. Sean hadn’t had the time to be bothered with him so it was better not to be a bother. He actually took it a step further. With his love of fighting , a newfound desire to be of some benefit to the human race, and his need for financial support, he enlisted in the marines. He was good…very good. All of the pent up anger and frustrations he’d had over the years was poured into his work as a Marine. One of his friends that he had made during training took particular notice, probably the only person there that he had ever called a friend. The rest were comrades.

He had somehow ended up telling him about what had happened so many years ago to get him to this point. His friend just smiled. After his 13 week Marine training was finished Nathan was initiated into a secret hunter organization known as The NightGuard. The organization was so intrigued with him that they trained him while he was in the military. He was handed his first assignment after 4 years of service. He received a separation from the marines and was placed in the Individual Ready Reserve. His first assignment with the NightGaurd was a group assignment. He was still too “fresh” to go one a single assignment.

The first one was utter chaos. A group of new recruits facing what was supposed to be a minor demon—essentially human with a hunger for death, pain , and human suffering. It didn’t quite turn out that way. Upon seeing, the creature shift forms half of the group panicked. Two of them ran away while the others went aimlessly at the creature. IT was pathetic. He simply stood and watched until the senior in charge of them ordered the group to retreat. Then he made his move. Yes, he was disobeying a direct order but he hardly cared. The demon needed to be dealt with. The only life he was risking was his own and not even that. If the other idiots had taken the time not to panic, they would have noticed that the creature was barely mobile. It fought like hell but only from one spot. Perhaps it was normal to be afraid… natural to panic when seeing something like this face to face for the first time. He however was never quite normal or natural. This supernatural world felt more real to him than the human world ever had. At that moment, he knew where he was meant to be. He cleaned his dagger of the black blood that ran down from it as he walked calmly out to his superior. He was quickly and sternly reprimanded. He hadn’t really heard a word of it. He essentially stood there with a cold look on his face .“You done?” was all that he said and got into the van back to head quarters.

After that first assignment,… he had managed to get less crowded hits—usually just him and a superior. By the time, he was 24 he was finally given his own assignments. They were perfect. He often came back to camp rather broken and bloody, but always successful. He sometimes celebrated with the other members but was usually withdrawn to himself. He was completely cut off from the human world. People to him had become the phantoms and the ghosts were the only tangible reality. He had often dreamed about finding that one vampire that had killed his mother. He saw himself cutting through her heart putting an end to the nightmares that he had. Sadly, it was always only a dream.

After a year as a full time hunter, his life was at its pinnacle. He doubted that he would live much longer at this rate. He had made it to third degree hunter. It was a rare achievement. Not really because of difficulty of getting there. It was more so the difficulty of surviving that long. He had essentially figured the rest of his life. It was simple and as perfect as he could ever care for. His perfect ideal was soon to be interrupted by one assignment. A ghost hunt. While most ghosts were rather useless, there was the occasional volatile one. This one was definitely one of those, probably the most volatile ghost that he had encountered. There stood facing it a young and as far as he was considered inexperienced psychic. He hated the idea of having to ,actually, work with someone. She was way in over her head. Honestly, what was she thinking. He had almost felt angry with her for trying to deal with such a volatile spirit. Probably the first emotion he had felt for a human being in years. He wasn’t going to be distracted by it though. He finished the job and saved the girl, but what to do with her now? He couldn’t quite just let her off. He’d probably end up seeing her on another call. He wasn’t quite fond of saving the same person twice. He decided to train her. He of course did so under the radar of the clan. He had become her mentor in teaching her the proper methods of exorcisms, hunting, and warding. It had never been his purpose to form any sort of connection with her, but he did. Over the year, it grew stronger. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t deny it. He actually cared for a human… even worse—he loved her.

He had grown a physical need to be beside her, to hear her voice, to feel her touch. It took him several months to own up to it, but when he did, everything seemed to come into perspective. There was more to his existence than his next assignment. It was Blair. Had she even become his existence?... he never could tell her the truth of what he was exactly. He was sworn to secrecy and punishment for betraying the clan would be as disastrous for her as it would for him.

Things however as always took a turn for the worst. He was on an assignment to kill a vampire. It was probably the most routine assignment that he had. This one was quite different though. The vampire…was the one he had been dreaming of killing. It was her. There had been so much more to it than he had imagined. It was essentially a set up. She wanted him, and she had caught him in a trap. She admired him as her little creation. She told him how she had watched him grow and how strong he had become. Now she wanted him to become hers. Her little boy. Refusal would be punished quite brutally. She let him go to decide. She still wanted him to chose her ...even if it was through coercion. He had already deduced what that had meant. She knew about Blair. She had been observing him…watching him since he was a child. She wanted every obstacle out of her way. This thing was sicker than he had thought. He knew what he had to do. He had to leave Blair. If he left her then the vampiress would see nothing in her way. He did. It was the hardest thing that he had ever done but he somehow managed to. His love for her overshadowed his need for her. Thus, he let her go , in the same manner, that he did everything—coldly… a single vague note. He then essentially went off of the grid. The NightGuard kept him essentially invisible.

Things for the next two years just drifted by, everything was empty. He was used to feeling empty but it had never hurt before. He still bore it well. If anything, it made him work better. He hadn’t heard from the vampire again. He did however hear that his one failed assignment had been dealt with. Someone else had killed her. This was good. He considered returning to Blair but realized that it didn’t matter. With his work, another danger would just take the vampire’s place. He just continued through life floating through it. He was assigned to Essex, new jersey. That’s when it happened. He saw her again and saved her life again. Was she always getting herself into this much trouble?... After a rather angry then passionate reunion, he couldn’t pull away again. He couldn’t manage to tear himself from her. He ended up proposing to her. Him of all people getting married, It seemed ludicrous. But it was what it was. It was him … in love…with Blair Winters—the soon to be Blair Kane. It sounded so perfect. It seemed so perfect, though he knew that it was bound to be quite the opposite. Call it pessimism but as the course of love never did run smoothly, the course of his life was literally a chaotic hell despite the order he tried to keep in it.

Just as he was getting used to seeing her , hearing her , and feeling her every night beside him , she had to leave to care for her father . They had been engaged for only a month and now he was separated from her. It drove him insane. If not just the thought of not having her close, she was out of his reach for protection. The NigtGuard prevented him from leaving Essex to follow her. Weeks had passed and he was going stir-crazy waiting for her return. Oh how he hoped the next reunion would not require him to save her again.

FAMILY LIFE:

Fiance: Blair Winters-alive
Mother: killed by vampire
Father:alive.

OTHER:

3rd of 5 levels in the NightGuard organization.

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