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Name: Nathanael 'Gnat' Freed

Gender: Male

Race: Human

D.O.B.: 3-28-XX

Age: 19

Element: Fire

Height: 6'0

Weight: 190lbs (all of it muscle)

Hair color: Deep black with a green sheen to it

Eye color: One is Emerald Green the other blue, almost white

Skin color: pale peach

Significant Other: -

Friends: -

Likes: ~to be filled in~

Dislikes: ~to be filled in~

Favorite Food: All things sweet

Favorite Colors: Blue like the sky. Gnat thinks that there is to much Red in the world anymore.

Specialties: Weapons Technition, Nerves of Steel (in most but not all situations), Army Training, Push Ups! ( had to do many of these in Basic ^_^;; )

Description: His hair is chopped off at his jaw line, a bit ragged so it looks as if were gathered back at the nape of his next and sliced through with a knife. Its deep black ad seems to have an almost green sheen to it. His eyes are rather odd in color one of them is a deep emerald green like the sheen on his hair while the other is a light blue, almost white color which gives his gaze a sort of haunting/intimidating effect. He has a solider's build with no extra, unneeded fat on him.
He dressed more often then not in his fatigues but when hes not on duty (when is that anymore?) he would wear simple blue jeans and tee-shirts but keep the boots as he rather likes them. Good for kicking things.

Distinguishing Features: Dual colored eyes and several tats on his body. One of them is the Yin half of a Yin-Yang with a Black oriental dragon curled up in it on his left shoulder blade, the one around his left ankle states in scrawling print 'Peace Through Superior Firepower', there one of a white tiger and the name 'Juste' on his upper right arm, an ankh on his right hip bone, and several others here and there.

Personality: He's a good soldier almost a perfect solider or at least he tries to be. He gained the nickname of 'Gnat' as he can be a bit of a pest at times. He is concerned for those he cares about (when he has them) and knows to do what he can to protect them. After losing the one closest to him to the 'Fatal Flu' he tries that much harder'.
His jokes at times may be considered what would be only funny to him and they are something he does a lot. Better to joke about things then let them weigh you down and crush you right? When left alone though he loses the mask and can be quite thoughtful, mind often going to his friend and what he thinks he should have been able to do that fateful day.

Siblings: -

Gnat: Currently En Route

Gnat: Haven't met anyone yet.

Gnat: I could tell you but then I would have to kill you. ^_^

~Img of Juste Pending~

How long had they been waiting here? Long enough for them to go through all of the very back dated magazines and make their comments about the ones involved in the stories. Long enough to realize how really uncomfortable these waiting room chairs were, he had slumped lazily in his seat while his friend got up saying he would rather stand then sit. Long enough to have the vending machine in the hall way eat his spare change in his attempt to get something to munch on, he still could almost taste the candy that had been lost to him. Long enough to hear his friend saying how he was getting bored, getting tired, and how he would rather be anywhere else but here at the moment. It was a waste of time, waiting here for a doctor to see him for a silly check up.

And yet in all of that time that he was sitting there next to him, all the time of them talking he hadn't been able to realize that there was something more going on. Something wrong with him. Didn't realize it until it was to late and his friend's body hit the floor And now he was... No... no this couldn't be could it?

Nathanael slid out of the chair so that he was kneeling alongside of his friend disbelief so clearly written on his face, "Hey... Juste? Hey come on you idiot! You know that isn't funny in the least." He told him, desperate for his friend to suddenly blink away that glazed look, smile like he always did when he pulled a prank, and tell him how much of a girl he was for getting so upset so quickly. That wasn't the case though, as he was reaching out for him but before he could touch him he was pushed aside by frantic nurses who were telling everyone else present to stay calm even though they didn't seem to be following their own advice.

There was someone checking for Juste's pulse, another calling for a doctor, murmurs of words that he didn't want to hear. What? No way... Dead? So quickly? One moment they making fun of some blonde in a magazine about how she should have spent more money on acting lessons and less on her fake boobs and now... Nathanael took a stumbling step back to lean against the wall for support. His eye moved around frantically as more people crowded in, a doctor with a crash cart, wires, needles, all these things to attempt to drag Juste back from Death but nothing was working... and nothing would work. He was gone...

"Juste..." His best friend who was like the older brother he always wanted... this all felt like a nightmare. Yes that had to be it, it was just some sort of awful dream. Soon enough he would wake up, no doubt sleeping in the chair and Juste would be done with his check up, they would head back...

"Excuse me Sir..." He turned his blue eye to look at the nurse that was standing next to him, his gaze was on her mouth which was moving but he didn't seem to hear any of the words that she was saying. His dazed expression seemed only to prompt panicking people to greater heights of fear as he soon found himself being carted off none to gently, out of the waiting room and into one of the examine rooms.

"Wha...?" His first response as a man with plastic gloves, a white lab coat, and a mask over his face came over to him. The next couple hours would go by in a blur of questions, tests, and his waiting here. Locked away it seemed as if they thought he would be the next to drop as he had come in with Juste. The fatal flu it seemed in this case had chosen arbitrarily, it had taken his friend but left him for the moment unscathed and grieving but not at the moment allowed to grieve. It seemed that the pain he felt at the loss of his brother and friend was to be buried under a bunch of medical jargon that seemed to go over his head. The only part of it that he could understand easily was that he was going to be kept for observation and that no he couldn't go and see Juste.

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