Nathaniel E. Hart

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Name: Nathaniel Everett Hart Nicknames: Nate, Nathan Meaning: “Gift of God;” a hart is a stag. Age: 29 Gender: Male Height: 5’11” Weight: ~170 lbs DoB: December 7 Species: Werewolf Sexuality: Prefers men; otherwise uninhibited. Occupation: Chief Security Officer of a New York brokerage firm. Residence: New York, New York; frequently travels.

Appearance: Nathan rarely appears outwardly uncomfortable, his posture one of easy confidence and his expressions trending towards disarming smiles and inviting glances. Reactions to stress are subtle, but exist – restless tension in hands that cannot keep still, the donning of sunglasses to hide the wolf behind his blue eyes – anything to maintain an air of casualness, of nonchalance, regardless of the truth. He is nothing if not an image of practiced self-control, and he exercises himself towards this end.

The werewolf's clothes are often immaculate: suits, collared shirts and slacks tailored to cut a clean figure regardless of dress code. Casual situations may see him in fitted tees and comfortable jeans, but Nate seems no less put together in informal dress. A permanent five o’clock shadow stubbles his cheeks and chin, and his mop of black hair is always elegantly tousled, never quite neat – Nathan spends rather more time on this than he would ever be like to admit.

Only average in height and, though obviously fit, on the leaner side of body builds, Nathan shouldn't come across as immediately intimidating. There is, however, something innately authoritative about his stance and demeanor – the natural bearing with which he holds himself – that encourages a second evaluation.


Personality: Nathan is a complicated man of fronts and façades, an individual practiced in the art of balancing responsibility with personal agendas. What has resulted is an amalgam of dueling and nearly opposing natures: an addictive and passionate personality combined with an ingrained desire to succeed; an impulsive temperament balanced by a constant drive for order and self-control. He is the cold and loyal hound when such a thing has been earned, and otherwise an exuberant and youthful pleasure-seeker, self-motivated and shameless. While his actions may read as reckless he is a man prone to planning and deliberation, often solely for the sake of appearing in command – over himself, over others, over any and every situation.

Nathan takes his employment seriously, and when dealing with either business or pack – anything which does not fall under the realm of an informal encounter – he comes across as practical, analytical, and highly motivated. This is a man apart from the unabashed reality of his indulgent club-hopping and wanton promiscuity, a carefully maintained and deliberate separation; that Nate does not allow one half of his life to impact the other only serves to satisfy his need for organization and authority.

An overall genial demeanor – playfully mischievous and colored with flirtation – allows casual friendships to come easily, though the majority of the relationships he forges are hollow at their core. Romantic partners are frequently kept at arm’s length for an underlying fear of honest closeness, and he would claim it is for their own hearts’ sake. Beneath the veneer of the practical businessman and the unrepentant hedonist, Nathan is unified by a lurking romanticism that he disguises through cool confidence, forever wary of exposing this vulnerability.

The proud werewolf is suspicious of and haunted by a little thing like trust, and lives his life accordingly.

History: Nathaniel Hart lived an uninspired childhood in Chicago, and he has spent the majority of the past decade making up for that fact. Born poor and all too often ignored, he was quick to dabble in an underworld of crime, violence, and drugs to fill the growing void; by the time he hit is mid-teens, Nate already had a juvenile record and a developed knack for slipping through the cracks. It was in a deal gone wrong that he ended up mauled, and his street-hardened talent for tenacious and stubborn survival would see him through yet again.

The Chicago pack found him, nurtured him, and picked up his pieces. Willing to take responsibility for him if he could make himself useful, Nathan was offered a single chance to accept the pack’s hospitality, and in perhaps the wisest decision of his young life, Nathan agreed. As a final show of good faith the pack had his criminal record expunged – leaving him hopelessly indebted and tightly bound.

His wolf was quick to come into its own as a wild, uncontrollable creature, violent and rebellious – his reckless nature made manifest and dangerously volatile. In an effort to source an outlet for the animal, the pack found him employment first as a bouncer, then in protection-based work for their low level assets, and Nathan picked up boxing to silence the wolf with bloodshed. He outperformed their expectations; the beast quieted, seemingly satisfied, and he succeeded at every task they set him to. Having discovered a natural role to serve within the pack, he was groomed for it, educated, caged.

And Nate learned the joys of petty rebellion.

The work was good but the control lorded over him set his wolf to pacing; Nathan sated it with a drive for more power, but with each advancement he made, the animal’s arrogance only grew. He satisfied his feeling of newfound importance with drugs, decadence, and sex, indulging in a life he'd missed out on and fueled by his own burgeoning confidence. An eventual transfer to Las Vegas when his tenacity outgrew the bounds of Chicago’s weak-willed alpha only made his hedonistic tendencies worse. The Vegas pack’s base of financial operations was centered around a highly successful casino, and Nathan quickly rose through the ranks of security, establishing himself as a ruthlessly competent CSO by the time he turned twenty-seven. The city’s nightlife served as the perfect conduit for his wolf, and a good amount of power kept the animal otherwise under control, but he has been restless as of late.

Nathan has mastered the art of catering to others without compromising himself, of keeping his wolf well in hand, and of never giving himself away; responsibility and power have not tempered his lust for physical pleasures. If anything, the unintended reinforcement of his behavior has only made them worse.

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Height: 38’
Weight: 130lbs

Appearance: More beast than wolf. His black coat is spiked and ragged, his blue eyes wild; his ears are long and twisted, and there is a crook in his narrow muzzle. The antithesis of nobility - his back is sloped, and he is all ribs and long, swift limbs.

Personality: Nate's wolf is focused on power and dominance, control and force. It is a manifestation of a need for organization and order, for everything to be in its place - the wolf craves authority and influence with rabid zeal, as though he is the only creature capable enough to take charge. Willful and proven leaders can fill this void and render him subservient; if the rules are understood, if the hierarchy is enforced, the beast is happy. It is chaos – the unknown – that sets him to pacing.

To the animal, the slightest mistake is the largest indiscretion.

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human artwork by pencakes by hellcorpceo by znodden, with Jericho by pembroke, with Silas by obi inaction by andrahilde, with Logan by kraine, with Rebekah by znodden, with Logan by battleguppy by dirge by hellcorpceo, with Julian by zimzibar by plague by obi by obi by obi by obi, with Logan by sullivan by bailiwick, second from left

wolf artwork by matt by matt by bander & benny, with Silas by vana by plague by plague nate and billy old ref by obi by ark by obi by pkmnbulbasaur, from Zephyr by sable by sable, with Jericho headshot by deerspine by kraine by locke by ajax/benny by fortune, with Jericho

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Church Mouth – Portugal the Man Sell me, I'm a skeptical boy, and if you need help I’m not easily found. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me, My salt was skin of maps made whole, Gotta get out, gotta sell this soul. I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me, Stroll about through these forks and roads, Find me in the pines, in the sleet and cold.

In Search Of – Miike Snow Yes, I’m living long enough to be forgiven For the bones I broke, I had to make a living. Father put his foot down on my games forever, So in the marketplace I stood calm and clever. And we won’t back down from anything In search of a remedy.

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