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Name: Nathan Adello

Nickname: Nate (By Non-Negaverse), Peter Parker, Spider-Man, Pete (By anyone in the Negaverse wanting to grate on his nerves and earn a hiss)

Age: 25

Birthday: October 31

Sign: Scorpio

Gemstone: Topaz

Blood Type: B-!.... We think it's still B-. He's not exactly able to get it typed anymore.

Fav. Food: The blood of his enemies Steak, sometimes pork, but mostly beef based foods are best. He's also quite fond of broths, soups, and stews, tea biscuits, and similar.

Hated Food: Sticky Rice, sushi, plain dry bread, anything particularly dry and sticky. He has a problem with the texture, and his partially-youmafied state made it that much harder to cope.

Occupation: Nate owns a small New Age General store, however he is very reclusive and has staff handle most public work for him, and hides his extra limbs and uses makeup, and headwraps to hide or disguise his extra eyes when he HAS to be in front of people, although he tries to make this rare.

Hobbies:

Horror - Nate enjoys a good scare and does everything he can to get them, from reading about cryptoizoology to Creepypastas, even horror films work. As long as he knows he won't get hurt genuinely or somehow piss off some spirit, he's rather fond of the notion of going into a scare headfirst. It's fun, and it's a cheap, guilty pleasure, but oh, so very worth it.

Tarot - Nate picked up his first deck of tarot cards as a boy outside Destiny City, and became enamored both with the art and the thought they might divine the future for him. Tarot was Nate's gateway into the realm of spirituality and pagan beliefs and he hasn't looked back, despite the origin of tarot itself. He keeps track of history loosely, but collects tarot decks and gets readings, or does his own as often as possible, and uses various spreads and cards to read into various parts of life.

Virtues:

Convincing
But you'll thank me in the end.
Nate knows people - what they weant to hear, what to say to whip a crowd into a frenzy. Before his partial youmafication, he came to use charisma to sell products to customers. He still has charisma, and instead of using it for work, he now uses it to convince others of things, to guide and sell, and to get people to want to listen him. He has something of a silver tongue, and he makes sure to use it wisely. No sense making an enemy when a friend is more... Beneficial.

Flexible
A hot cry, fire at will! Bang bang!
Nate is unafraid of change. When the unexpected happens, he works around it or with it, and very easily can go with what life throws at him. Good or bad, he doesn't have many struggles with change and in fact, in some respects, welcomes it and the opportunity to adapt. This trait is commonly useful day to day when he's watching people or has to adjust for unforeseen issues, and he easily knows how to bend and roll with things.

Patient
Be Prepared!
Nate has the patience many do not. He can wait months or years for plans to come to fruition or for people to make mistakes, and he will gladly wait so long simply as it is more fruitful. He's equally skilled at waiting out a line or simply dealing with people he may dislike. Nathan does not, really, lose patience easily, and continues to be ever patient. Waiting. And watching.-

Flaws:

Superstitious
I hear the breath of ghosts, whisper in my ear...
Nate has an absolute fear of pissing off spirits and deities. To this end he will carefully go over any rituals he performs before performing them if at a pagan event such as during Yule, or he will avoid a task if his tarot cards predict failure; he is that guy tossing a pinch of salt if he spills it over his shoulder for sheer luck, and he's the guy giving stepladders and such a wide bearth. He'd rather be safe than sorry!

Vain
Every spell and gesture tells you who's the best-er...
Nate thinks he's the best thing. Ever. He finds himself handsome, intelligent, witty, clever, etcetera, and even if some of it is not true, well, GOOD LUCK TELLING HIM OTHERWISE. Nate's ego is quite large and he's quite full of himself, preening in mirrors every day to make sure everyone can see how handsome he is. And extra arms? MAKE HIM EVEN BETTER. Extra eyes? ADD ANOTHER BETTER TRAIT. Nate thinks he's the greatest. Truly.

Schadenfreude
The blackness, the darkness forever...
Schadenfreude is the act of deriving pleasure from others' pain, and Nate avidly enjoys this. While he is careful how often he inflicts harm on others, he will laugh at others' misfortune, especially in private, and rives joy mocking the suffering of others and ghenerally, for lack of a better term, he enjoys being a total jerk. There's no politer way to describe it really. You hurt, he smiles. THE END.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Eyes: Faded teal green in various shapes and colours. As a human they were much brighter, and calmer.

Hair: Black, styled in a faux-hawk. While working he does groom himself more smoothly, he otherwise prefers his 'natural' appearance among his 'family'.

Face: Gray skin, that's slightly shiny like a large carapice, but softer in every aspect. He leans towards a 'kitty' mouth thanks to his change, but looking in his mouth will reveal fangs that are dominantly for show and made of bone line a normal Human.

Clothes: If hje has to show his face without glamor, he uses makeup and wrappings to hide his extra eyes and cover his skin tone (he claims he likes his teeth pointed and that he filed them). He must also wear baggy clothing to hide his extra arms in, under the shirt, so most shirts are large and loose and he often, in public, looks like he has a beer belly. He does prefer to be seen in his Negaverse attire amongst his compatriots however, and will usually spend his time decked in his powered state when possible - moving to Destiny City has made hiding his half-youma state significantly easier.

Addtl Information:

Backstory, from his Concept Contest:

History:

Nate's story is twisted, perhaps, in a way many would not expect.

Originating in Seattle Washington, Nathan Adello began as a normal civilian, working with a shop in the Seattle-Tacoma area as a clerk in a new age store to add to his collection and learn multiple paths from customers, and in his time, he made a friend with, unknown to him, a Negaverse agent...

Seattle, Washington - 6 months ago.

Levianthanite was desperate. The Seattle division needed results to report for youma research and they didn't find prey easily - not as easily as Destiny City by far. Public transportation, a bustling night life, and a careful trio of cities made finding subjects difficult, but the Lieutenant was, well, desperate. His superiours demanded a specimen tonight, or his starseed was forfeit for use itself, so, the Agent paced anxiously as he waited and thought, and frowned in his civilian form before a hand clamped down on his shoulder, warm and friendly and familiar, and he looked back o the face of his friend.

Nathan wasn't the best, but he wasn't a jerk. Leviathanite was quite fond, but, on the same token, the agent was still worried and gave a shaky grin as Nathan spoke.

"Hey Scott." Nate's tone was gentle and easy. Work was over and the man was pleased and surprised to see a friend so near to work, beaming warmly.

"Oh. Hey Nate." Leviathanite responded with a shaky voice, and Nathan tilted his head.

"Hey, you OK?" He asked.

Leviathanite swallowed.

How do you tell your bro you're going to Die? he wondered. Nathan appeared unconvinced, frowning at his friend as he shook his head.

"Don't look fine." Nate pointed out. "Look scared."

Silence. Leviathanite felt a lump in his throat, and wondered again how to explain, before getting an idea.

A horrid, malicious idea, and he looked to Nate.

"It's nothing. Hey, wanna check out a shop with me?" He suddenly asked. He didn't like this, but... Well, Leviathanite tende3d to put himself first often. And if Nathan survived, surely he'd understand. Nathan nodded.

"Course man."

A grin worked it's way across Leviathanite's face, and he grabbed Nate's hand, suddenly moving.

The walk through Seattle was dampened by a light drizzle as the city was often bathed in, wrought by the Puget Sound upon the Tri-Cities and by geography, being a northern region closer to cooler climates. Downtown Seatle was bustling and busy, but the destination was easy to locate. Still, Leviathanite was merhodic and careful, winding through useless paths to disorient before approaching the front for the Negaverse Research and Development department. It was noty obvious, nor clear what the building was for, but Leviathanite lead Nathan in expertly, the other man glancing about as he was guided. Winding corridors pockmarked the old building and hid sights, but the building smelled stale and mildewy, cold and wet, and Nathan wrinkled his nose briefly as Leviathanite entered a room, a young woman in a uniform sitting, pink piping the only hint of color on a drag, gray uniform, and she regarded Leviathanite idly.

"Oh, is this all?" She asked. Nathan blinked, looking to his friend as he nodded grimly.

"Yes, General-Queen Hazelite."

Hazelite? What? Nathan glanced to his friend, whom fidgeted, swallowing as the imposing woman rose, approaching and studying Nate appraisingly before glancing idly to the shadows, and a single lit candle, motioning.

"Wick, take i."

Leviathanite gasped, as the flame of the candle leapt down, forming into a flame before becoming a man of fire, and he stepped back in alarm, eyes widening as it approached Leviathanite, Hazelite smiling sharply. The youma itself reached into Leviathanite's chest, withdrawing a small crystalline thing as Nathan tried backing away in confusion and terror. The flame-man licked it;s maw once, twice, and then bit down, swallowing the starseed and suddenly Leviathanite collapsed, body still in death. Nathan, for his part, paled, backing away a moment before Hazelite turned for him, and smiled.

"Knock him out, Wick." She crooned. "I've work to do on our precious, now don't I?"

---

Unconsciousness had come swiftly when the youma knocked Nathan out, and when he slept, he dreamed of spiders. While Nathan thought unconsciousness did not include dreaming, this time - this time did not appear the case.

He was surrounded by web, and around him the tramp of millions of spiders crept and crawled and sounded, loud with a shhh shh shh as they marched in all sizes and shapes. Wherever Nathan moved, there was web, in his eyes, ears, nose, mouth. If he weren't arachnophobic, when he woke surely he would be, and the young man tried finding a pathway out, trying to sort his mind before a large bestial figure seemed to drop before him.

The appearance was man and spider fused and he felt his skin crawl as it studied him.

And spoke.

"We can make you handsome, yes." It cooed.

"...I'm already amazing."

"I can do more. You will be power and beauty; you will be perfection." The spider youma moved, adjusting, idly spinning before beginning to wrap him in thread. "You have so little choice but to argue with Sh'kkoth. So very little. We could cooperate, be a whole, or I can devour you and make you fade. It is your choice."

It peered with human but arachnid eyes, serene and menacing and Nathan eyed it.

"...What else is in it for me?" He asked lowly.

Sh'kkoth purred.

"Power. Skill. Ability beyond a human's comprehension." Webbing wound around his waist and bound his wrists, drawing him close to him calmly.

"Bind with me. Bind, and become richly rewarded, Nathan Adello. Bind[/i[. And become mine, and I, yours."

The creature was purring, whispering softly before Nathan thought. Was this a test of the gods? Some spirit? A totem? Possibly, and finally he nodded.

"Fine."

Sh'kkoth beamed, and suddenly all was black when Chaos began pumping into his starseed, fusion welcomed and accepted.

---

Nate awoke groggy and disoriented, feeling in more places than he was used to, vision slowly becoming clearer and he winced at the change. He saw far more readily, and fresh, new limbs gripped the ground and cradled himself as he stumbled to look himself over, gulping.

He changed. It had done something to him and - and the chaos numbed fear and salted his tongue against screaming and the newly corrupted agent rose, slowly and painfully as he looked about, inspecting his uniform slowly and carefully. He bore no weapon but his hands, but he smelled chaos and felt auras - chaos and that of weaker, lessened beings - humans? Others like him?

However he'd changed and felt fangs in his mouth, sharp, cruel, and his skin was gray and colorless, leaving him to wonder.

What have I done? The Half-Youma wondered, before the voice of Hazelite greeted him, smug and bell like.

"You wake." She crooned. She twirled her fingers around the flame - possibly Wick - of a candfle by her, and he swallowed, nodding.

"Good. Tell me your name - not your human one." She beamed, and he felt compelled to answer.

"I... Coffinite, ma'am." He swallowed. Hazelite crooned.

"Coffinite, mmm. Fitting. You will be fed, and then, you will be sent to my superiors in Destiny City. Welcome to the Negaverse, Coffinite."

A slow smile, one that shook Coffinite deeply.

"Welcome to the.... Family.

HELLO. Made the tweak to virtue (He can't lead out of a paper bag and Charisma is close to convincing), got the times and cooldown (To clarify cooldown, it's allowing him time to 'recharge' between uses, like a spider making webs. Likely mechanically not needed for so long, but partly to allow a little time between uses so he doesn't overuse it, and to regather energy for it if needed).

As for patience, it varies on the circumstance and the next Thing he's doing. If it's important, he'll let things go before he's late, but if it isn't, Nate will wait all day long.

I'm working with the loose idea one or two crystals in his store at a time will serve for collecting energy for example, in a passive manner, and he'll wait as long as it takes. He's not able to sell too many at a time - it's a highly low-key operation - but it's something he does to maintain his energy quota. At the same time if he needs to gather the collected energy, if he doesn't have a meeting to be at in the Negaverse, he'll probably skip a patrol to get it. If he has a meeting, he'll let it go or re-prioritize.

I hope that makes sense?

But otherwise I think I fit things in right.

Sounds good to me and done!