Nate

Name: Nathanial James Elsteves Nationality: American, New Mexico Occupation: Mortition Demeanor: Perfectionist Apparent Age: Late 20's, early 30's Nickname: Nate Quotes "Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out." —Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper “That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.” ― H.P. Lovecraft, The Nameless City "I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own chaotic And insecure delusions." ― Tool, 46 and 2 RP Hooks hook hook hook Logs None yet! Why not check out the Log Tutorial?

A Glimpse Within Physical Description A tall, slender young man of about thirty. He has dark brown eyes that almost look black from a distance and dark hair to match. While it looks as though his hair is well kept it still has a contradictory appearance of being messy with the odd strand here and there just out of place or other strands clumped together in locks. Always well dressed in a crisp suit and tie the only difference being the colour. Sometimes an immaculate black Brooks Brothers design and other times a charcoal or deep grey Brioni Vanquish label. The suits are all top of the line brands either way. Playlist Sober Tool. Second Hand Car Kim Churchill AIN'T NO GRAVE (Can Hold My Body Down) Johnny Cash Love Will Tear Us Apart Joy Division Where Is My Mind Pixies Breezeblocks alt-J (∆) Allies and Contacts Mother (NPC) Court Vixen People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately! A true brother. "Oh what the actual fuck, Nate!? There's no one there!" The burden of leadership is a heavy one to bare. Brown eyes widen a little as Nate begins spewing stuff about primordial seas, worms, and souls Kali Maxine Zane A 70's Punk A spinning top of destruction, wined her up and let her go. "I don't know what sort of pussy shit you're over there saying..." She only need look a little deeper; but I think she likes me "FUCK YOU" Like an open book in the eyes of a blind man "You mean there is more than a taxidermy hulk?" Gallery Victorian Postmortem Photography