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You hurt me baby, I hurt you baby

You're pretty when your mine

Created on 2006-03-04 01:13:31 (#9675566), never updated

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Name:	Nathaniel Blake

Bio

Name: Nathaniel Blake
Age: 22
PB: Michael Pitt
Species: Skinwalker
Appearance: Shortish in height, about 5'8" with dusty blond hair that is nearly shoulder length and green eyes. Wears loose-fitting clothing that usual consist of long sleeved shirts and baggy slacks.
Personality: Mousey, bookwormish. He used to study the prenatural to understand what he was, but ever since the outbreak all he wants to do is survive. He is mild-mannered and looks to others for guidance. He is generally sweet and gentle, but his fear of death drives him to do things he wouldn't normally do. He is a bit unstable when it comes to his life and is not willing to compromise. He is a bit of a suck-up to those more powerful than himself and has a dark streak that can get the better of him. He's all about self-preservation.
Strengths: Very clever and thinks fast on his feet. All the strengths of a Were-creature along with the ability to be any animal that pleases him at the time.
Weaknesses: Somewhat selfish and more of a lover than a fighter.
Personal History: Always eager to please, Nathaniel was a hard-working student. At age 12, he realized there was something very wrong with him when he woke up as a golden retriever rather than the gangly boy he was. He tried to explain it to his parents and they labeled him crazy. He was sent away for studies to be conducted on him for 3 years before he was allowed to return home. Unable to function like a normal teenager from all the isolation, Nathaniel is constantly committing faux pas'. He ran away at 17 and began following a group of Werewolves from town to town, hoping they would help him. When they turned him away, he stayed in the city he last saw them.

Sample Entry:

“How many blood samples do you have to take?” Nathaniel asked, pulling up against the leather restraint that held him to the hospital bed. They had been draining his blood for four months now and it was weakening him. Wasn’t it illegal to take more than a pint of blood every 2 months? So far they had taken three. And wasn’t there something that said he had to be 17 and over 110 pounds? He was a skinny 13 year old, barely 115. He laid his head back down, eyes drifting closed. It wasn’t so bad, in fact. It was mildly pleasant. He could just lay down and sleep. His constant blood-loss had also kept him from changing into anything with more than two legs during the time he was weak. The doctors were probably doing it for his own good.

The female working on his sample didn’t answer the child. She frowned at what she saw and pointed to him.

“Can you shift?”

Nathaniel thought about it. A cat would be kind of nice right now. Or a bird. He tried. Nothing happened. Well, ok. Maybe a larger animal then. It would be sorta cool to be a lion. Maybe then he could tear that bitch apart.

After a few minutes of struggling to turn into something, anything, he shook his head, panting. The woman nodded and went back to work. While she worked quietly, Nathaniel panicked. What if he never shifted again? It was what he’d wanted in the beginning, but now he wasn’t so sure. A cold sweat broke out over his skin and he struggled against his bindings.

“I want up now, I want to go home.”

“You can’t just leave. You’re under 18 and your parents are the ones who checked you in here. Sorry kid, you’re stuck.”