| Name: Nathan
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| Full name:
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Aaron Swan; professionally, Nathan Hart
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| Occupation:
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Musical instrument dealer
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| Age:
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late 30s
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| Height:
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5'10"
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| Played by:
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Tim Eriksen
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| Quotes
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Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see
John Newton, 1779
Victory attained by violence is tantamount to a defeat, for it is momentary.
Mahatma Gandhi, 1919
"Because you look mysterious, as though you have freshly arrived upon the north American continent from some heady Mediterranean clime, smelling irresistibly of olives and wine, carrying nothing but a banjo and a heart full of secrets," Joel suggests why Damian picked up Nathan, scooting his chair closer to Morgan as though fleeing smacking range.
Maybe I knew when the first snows fell
And all I could think was if you were here
I'd throw a snowball at you
-Damian
Damian pages: Nathan always seemed (to me) to have a weird mix of I love what I'm doing/I will drown in sorrow at any moment, so watch your step and don't slip
To Damian's protest, however, Joel just has to kind of concede with a shrug. "Oh... well... telling people to shut up is how Nathan shows he cares."
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| RP Hooks
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| Logs
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11/19/2010: "Nathan, hand me that ham." "No!"
Part 1: Joel and Nathan face pulsating flesh-biscuits and demon cleavers in exploring a haunted house.
WARNING: Potential OOC Masq spoilers
11/19/2010: "MAYBE I LIKE PULSATING FLESH BISCUITS." "Well that's LUCKY then, ISN'T it!"
Part 2: Joel and Nathan meet the horror in the cellar and bicker all the way home.
WARNING: Potential OOC Masq spoilers
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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Post-punk, modern fusion. Not everyone has the kind of features that a shaved head can enhance. Fortunately, Nathan does, strong features in an appealingly sturdy oval face. His eyes are liquid brown, fringed with the sort of long, thick black lashes that give the illusion of liner, bright and keen beneath straight dark brows. His lips are full and his nose straight and long, hinting perhaps at eastern Europe. His body is lean and finely muscled, a hiker or bicyclist maybe, and he carries himself with an air of easy self-possession. Long, slim hands are well-worn, fingertips hard with calluses..
Nathan's got a uniform. 90% of the time, he'll be wearing black jeans, engineer boots, one or another of a rotating collection of button-down shirts, and a hat of some kind. He also wears what most people would probably consider too damn much jewelry: heavy silver rings, silver and leather bracelets of varying numbers and widths, and a few constant pieces. Among these are a silver pendant engraved with the Indian Om symbol, a necklace of carefully braided thin leather strips strung with black volcanic glass beads and bone pieces carved in the likeness of sleeping cats, and, out of place among all the silver on his hands, a carved bone ring with the head of a wildcat on his left ring finger.
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| Playlist
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| Allies and Contacts
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| Cleo
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Damian
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Jai
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Sermon on the Mount (507)
You're gonna go far, kid.
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Wondrous Love (159)
Leave your light on tonight.
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Soar Away (455)
But can you get me to the airport on time?
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| Joel
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Petra
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Shiori
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Friendship (CH 282)
You and me, man.
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Greenwich (183)
Jesus, that was a bad date.
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Home in Heaven (41)
A bad break's not your fault but that doesn't always matter.
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| Suster
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Tobias
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Fellowship (330b)
Do not mess with my little girl.
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Morality (136)
Wash your goddamn face.
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| Gallery
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Arty headshot required of all serious musicians.
Near home in Massachusetts.
People tell Nathan he's broody. He doesn't get it.
Does this look broody to you? You wouldn't be broody on Nantucket either.
Leading from the Sacred Harp.
Nathan before he started shaving his head. A long time ago.
Nathan's sweet Airstream.
Nathan's only constant ring is conspicuous by its lack of silver.
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