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[ S a v i o r ] Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:47 pm
Chef Extraordinaire or Potent Scientist?
 Character name:Nathaniel Jacobson
Age: 15
Nationality: Britain
Heritage: British
Interest: Science {School of S&T}
Talents: -likes to experiment with potent substances
- can create things both destructive and useful
This is Zan-chan's private journal for Nathaniel Jacobson. Please do not post without her permission. Violation of this rule will automatically get you up in the black list.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:54 pm
o1__________ Introduction
o2__________ Navigation
o3__________ News
o4__________ Rules
o5__________ About Nat
o6__________ Scrapbook
o7__________ History
o8__________ Schedule
o9__________ Meetings
1o__________ Items
11__________ Disclaimer
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:54 pm
___ November 15th > Nathaniel Jacobson was accepted into the Shinkami School of Saviors. Welcome!
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:55 pm
o2 > Let me express the finer points of PMing me... you may PM me if you have a present for him and you'd like to RP it somewhere with me, you may PM if you just want to schedule an RP in general or if you have a question you'd like to ask about my boy.
o3 > I will not plan out plots for Nathaniel. I have decided this in advance... I want him to lead himself and I do NOT want anything planned for him except his job of choice. So unless they are small little sudden plots you'd like to have me join (which I'm sure I'd love to!) please don't ask.
o4 > I feel this needs to be laid out flat right now. I do not mind shonen-ai, I actually rather like it, but at this point I do not know what Nathaniel would like and as the previous 'rule' stated, I have no plots planned and thus a 'lover' would be included in this little thing. If your boy happens to be into it and wants to hit on him, hey go right ahead! But don't expect him to rush into it, I really want to keep Nat as realistic as possible.
o5 > Don't fear me! Seriously! I don't bite and I only seem strict and cruel but honestly I'm just so happy to have Nat that I mean... any pictures stuff anything you wanna give me or do with me is cool because it gives me a chance to RP! I love to RP. <3
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:57 pm
Nickname > Nat
Age > 15
Hair > Blondish Brown
Eyes > Forest Green
Nationality > British
Likes >
He enjoys the technical depth of foreign substances and their affects on the bodily systems.
On top of his biological infatuation he loves to mix ingredients in kitchens and see what works and what doesn't. His eye for the compatability of mixtures is quite astounding!
Although he'll never admit it, he rather does like animals but after the loss of Charlie, it hurts for him to be around them.
He enjoys organizing his notes and making sure it's all readable and easy to follow so that if he wishes to go back and retry something he can. He also despises pen when doing this because he finds it messy and prone to mistakes.
His favorite drink is actually water. Yea, he finds it's simplicity and value to be both silly and useful.
Along with water, his favorite food is a dish his mother used to make and a dish his Aunt also taught him to make. He doesn't know the name of it but it's sort of like many layered dish of rice and chicken and vegetables with a sweet thick sauce.
His favorite color is undeniably green (though if he had to admit it, purple is an alluring color as well).
Dislikes >
The most obvious would be anything that reminds him of the past, for it causes him such discomfort he can't help but looked physically pained.
Disliking disrespectful people would be another thing you'd expect of a kid like him.
He hates the color red for he believes it's an evil disgusting color.
He despises coffee and soup because he says they're both bland and need other things to make them worthwhile which is just wasted effort.
Personality > Okay well by now he must seem like a stuck-up quiet smart a**. But he's not, he's just very opinionated. It doesn't mean he forces this upon anyone else because he doesn't! He's a total sweetheart if given the chance to open up (which he takes a very long time to do). The following is the description I gave in the contest and is what I follow by pretty much:
It's so very hard to stray from the norm when all you knew was living properly. Despite the money status, Nathaniel's father was big on using patriarchal hierarchy as well as an old school style of respect. This means that on top of his Father 'bringing home the bread', the house was also run by his Father's rules. He grew up being taught to respect woman but act with more superiority as well as being home-schooled.
That little bit of background information really isn't all, in fact it's not even half of who Nathaniel really was. From childhood he was always defiant of his Father's wishes and treated woman with more respect then normal. He played games, and acted with total obedience of his chores and his life. There has never been a point in his life where he has been angry for it is not in his nature to loose his temper.
He has a calm and analytical nature that helps him to be reasonable in all situations and combined with his intelligence -even at a young age- he was interesting to argue with, for even when he was wrong he really believed he had evidence to prove his point. He had a way about him that was soothing, and he had a good ear and tended to listen when people spoke. Although he when he was much younger, like on the ship and such, his reasonable attitude failed him and his comprehension of things dropped. In this it could be said that he doesn't cope well with disaster and this could eventually be a problem.
Another unfortunate problem Nathaniel has, is that he tends to get bored easily of subjects and switches back and forth (which basically means he has a rather short attention span). Reading and goals are not affected by his attention span. However, something that really affects his mood would be anything related to the death of his parents/Nana or dog. This will cause him to go immediately silent and unresponsive, as if in an awakened comatose state. He can actually remain this way for quite a while unless someone shakes him.
Some other quirks to his rather refreshingly simple personality could be his disorganization. It's actually amusing that against all predictable odds, the calm and proper British boy would be terrible at organization. On top of this, he sometimes raises his voice after going into one of his moods and might actually show an emotion other then the composed happy boy he usually is. All in all, he's a good kid with some serious peculiarities and kinks to his seemingly flawless quiet self.
Extra > Here's the Flatsale post if it helps anyone...
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:58 pm
This is a picture of Natty-boy as a new student. Isn't he just precious?!
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:58 pm
It was a nice day. That's the first thing I can possibly remember; back when I was five I think. Mother was sitting in the yard, chatting about the war with father over afternoon tea and I was playing with Charlie, our St. Bernard. It was the first time I remember mother's smile and the first time I remember father's odd way of smoking. He'd take the cigarette and chew on an end and then he'd light it, take a single breath and blow a steady gray stream from his mouth. After that he simply crushed it in the ash tray on the porch furniture. I'm not going to boast we were rich, because we weren't, we simply just had enough to go around and we barely scraped by with extra that we saved in case of an emergency. Father was big on saving and mother was just as big on it, so delicate luxuries were avoided and only the necessary things were bought unless the entire family consented.
It seemed perfect to my small eyes. Mother used to say I ought to be careful when I went to sleep because one day my eyes would glow so green Charlie wouldn't want to stay and comfort me to sleep anymore, and then she'd kiss my forehead and leave. Yet, all perfect things must come to an end and by this time the war was a threat to most of human kind. One still night, my sleep was broken by Charlie's harsh barks and my parents rushing in and picking me up. I remember the tears, the pain and such when we took a ship overseas to goodness knows where. We were going to hide in a safe haven, we were going where everyone else was and I still don't quite understand what it was.
On the ship we met with my Nana, who was in charge of me. Charlie was supposed to come too but father forbid it. Like a good dog he waited by the dock's edge and watched me. My little hand reached out for him and endless cries of his name came from me. It would be in vain for shortly after I cried his name and the ship began to sail away he jumped in after us. Charlie didn't know how to swim and I watched him struggle with the waves and the screams and my little mind didn't understand when he sunk down. I tugged on Nana's skirt and begged her to bring Charlie back but she gave me a hug and told me he wasn't coming back. That was my first real exposure to death. I was about eleven.
Often times I asked Nana and my parents about where we going and after many days on the ship they gave me an answer. I was surprised the ship was even making it, but there was a good reason for everything I suppose, and there was just as good a timing to be told the truth. Now was that time, and I'll try to recount the exactness of my parent’s words...
'We're going to a place far off shore from home, to visit Auntie Clara and Uncle John. You remember them don't you?' Mother had begun. Indeed I did. The day before their flight to Australia, Auntie Clara and Uncle John had come to visit us. It made me wonder why we weren't taking a plane to see them but I suppose it was because my parents always feared crashing or that it was more dangerous then perhaps the boat was. But I remember that Mother had gone on to tell me they were working on an animal protection program and that we could be safe from the wars there.
At the time I didn't really understand the alien prospect or the wars going on, all I know was that things were frantic and rushed and even Nana rarely let me leave the cabin. After an undeterminable amount of time, and everyone was growing restless, we arrived in this supposedly safer continent, and Auntie Clara and Uncle John came to meet us. They looked as they had five years ago when I'd met them, both tall and both brown haired and brown eyed. They looked tanned and much unlike the British people they had left as.
We were able to spend quite a long time at their home, all four of us. I learned how to care for animals in this time, though I took no joy in it. Instead I took my pleasure in the library, where books taught me of history and science and where the fantastical worlds of fiction were revealed. However, soon I would find all my books gone and all my contacts to a world I've never known destroyed. The aliens had reached the continent, and by this time I had begun to understand everything. Ushering me out of the house, Auntie Clara was leading me to the Jeep that would take us to a temple in a forest that we'd use as our safe haven. However, Mother and Father were out with Nana in the village, so only Auntie Clara and Uncle John would be going with me and they would catch up later. They promised me, for I worried as a kid such as I might.
As we reached the forest edge, smoke reached my nose and it was with a crying horror I turned back to see the village burning and everything a fiery inferno of Hell. With wide eyes I prayed my parents and my Nana would be alright... however I never saw them again and as we bustled along silently towards the destination, the aliens followed. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst straight forth from my chest or that I'd throw up with the shock of some of my family dead, yet luckily I did neither and as we came upon the temple a light seized us.
Things after this are hazy and blurry and the details have escaped me. It is with a heavy heart I regret to say I don't remember much else except as soon as my remaining family was notified of the alliance and the school that had opened, they opted to ship me off. I had no choice, and so here I find myself. I suppose that's my entire story, it's rather boring I guess but... this war hasn't been easy for anyone and with my parents dead and my life turned upside down I've come to the conclusion that my Aunt and Uncle were correct to send me to this school. I want to fight, I want to avenge them... my parents... my dog... my Nana... and everyone else in my position.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:59 pm
Muhah, when things really get rumbling, Nat will be keeping his class schedule here along with pretty much anything school related (like events or quests). Isn't he smart? Of course! (Duh, that's why he's here.)
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 6:00 pm
Like Nat's schedule section, this is for all RPs I conduct that have nothing to do with classes, events or quests.
Welcome to the Island! <3 - Nathaniel meets Tycho, Marie and Shija.
Welcome, new students... - Nathaniel meets Dante, other teachers and Jaden (a magic student).
Lazy Days - Nathaniel meets up with Jaden yet again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 6:01 pm
Nathanial has $40.20 as of 11:12pm Monday August 6 2007.  Given to him by his dear Auntie Clara, he uses this particular notebook for his personal writings as a sort of release from the world in which he is so silent. He never leaves it anywhere and always has it on hand in his brown messenger bag. (When writing personal entries, the journal posts will be in this color.) It's well known that he has a deep love for the culinary arts and his gift for ingredient mixing and the combination of flavors is much to behold! And so, his Uncle John, who knew no other present to bestow upon the lad as a going away present, gave him this gorgeous journal so that he may contemplate on cooking recipes or any of that sort. (When writing culinary entries, the journal posts will be in this color.) Now we certainly may not have a poison specialist without his well-boasted-of notes, can we? No we may not! And here is that special notebook with which he formulates ideas about such things as well as speculations on the workings of the body. This is really something for later in his studies but will be made use of from time to time. (When writing poison-flecked entries, the journal posts will be in this color.)
Broken Memoirs are entries that are actually RPs that were RPed offsite or were taken off the site and saved. They may be in pieces, unfinished... so on and so forth... but they are records from Nathaniel's memories. They are posted in thought bubbles and are easily recognized. Sometimes, these will actually give an insight into his inner thoughts, but not often because that's not very plausible.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 6:02 pm
Shop and Art © Tooaya (Co-owner > Saltski Circe)
Nathaniel's Character Idea © Zan-chan
Banners © Zan-chan
Items © Their Makers
R.I.P. John Mandrake (aka Nathaniel), a beloved character from the novel Ptolemy's Gate by Jonathan Stroud, this character is for you.
heart In loving memory... heart
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