Nicknames: Nate, Nathan
Birthdate: April 15, 1855
Current Age: 28
Occupation:post office worker/smuggler
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Wand:11 3/4" willow, griffin feather
Blood Status: halfblood
Social Class:lowerclass
Family: Parents: Marianne (48) and Robert (50) Perkins. Anabelle Nya Perkins (24), Alexander John Perkins (22) and Katherine Pearl Perkins (16)
Appearance: Nathaniel Perkins stands at a height of six feet three inches, and has a fairly sturdy build and a decent muscle definition to him. His hair and eye color are the same, both a dark brown, much like that of a chocolate bar. His eyes are expressive, mainly in the fact that one glance into them can give away his mood. For his wand, it is kept in a specially made pocket on the left side of his outer jacket when he isn't at work, and during times when it is impolite to wear jackets, he crafted a slip in his pants that allows his right hand quick access to it. His preferred clothing is normal clothing, which for him means simple cotton shirts and dark died pants, and most of the time a darker faux leather jacket that he acquired after a time of somebody not picking up their package at the post office.
History: On April 15, 1855 Marianne and Robert Perkins were finally ready to welcome their eldest son into the world. Robert had never been on the upper end of the social or financial ladders, but he managed to keep a roof above his head. When he met a beautiful muggle woman named Marianne, he knew he had to do whatever it was to call her his own. Three years later, he had achieved that. In 1877 when the magical community was brought into the light, Robert was one of the first to move his little family to Hogsmeade. They settled into a nice little shack on the edge of town, where their two middle children were in Hogwarts, and all the financial income the Perkins acquired was going to keep them in school. Nathaniel, who had graduated from Hogwarts four years prior had already gotten a job at the local post office, where he was making his own little life.
When Nathaniel received his letter from Hogwarts on his eleventh birthday, nothing could have made the young boy happier. Back then he was the quiet young boy with hand me down robes from his dad, books that were twice as old as he was, and a wand that seemed too big for him. He was diligent in his studies, and by his third year he was finding out that having a knack for sneaking things in and out of potentially dangerous areas. Nate always had a special ability. That was how his dad knew that he had been magical when he was young. When he was six he was told not to take anything from the toy store, but somehow the exact toy he wanted was waiting in his bedroom when they got home. Little things like that were what gave Robert the clues, but it wasn't until that letter showed up that it was for sure.
In Nathaniel's fifth year at Hogwarts, he almost got expelled for cheating on a test. He never meant any harm, school had just been going hard for him that year. This was when his slightly secret shenanigans began. His family began to struggle with two kids in school and a third on the way, while Nate was beginning to figure things out. He knew it wasn't recommended, and his entire family could be at risk for questioning, but he just couldn't stop it. It was little things at first, notes passed on his way to class, mysterious boxes that showed up in dorm rooms, and it slowly progressed to bigger things once he got out of school.
Nathaniel often tried to convince his family that he didn't need to continue with his schooling, and perhaps that was why he almost gave up during his fifth year. It wasn't until a very stern conversation with his father that Nathaniel learned why his parents refused to give up on him. They believed that if all of their children got a good education and made a good name of themselves in the world, both muggle and magic, then there would be a chance that they would be successful. Robert knew what kind of life it was to live from meal to meal, and while he had always had a roof over his head, there had been times when they were in danger of losing it. He did not want his children to live the same life. So it was for that, and for the benefit of his younger siblings that kept Nathaniel going at Hogwarts, and while he showed some true interest in certain subjects, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't excel at them as his younger sister could.
When Nathaniel graduated from Hogwarts, it was time to go into the real world and find a way of living. Since he had barely scraped by in his exams, Nathaniel didn't have much self confidence in finding a well-off job. Not only for himself, but all three of his younger siblings were now in school, and he had to help his parents pay for their schooling. That was how he found his way to the post office. It was also the perfect cover for his little smuggling operation. His customers were able to send him coded messages for rare ingredients for potions and some hidden spells that were needed for specific people. He didn't know what they wanted them for, and never bothered to ask. All his transactions were kept in the dark. No names were mentioned, and he was able to keep himself out of the ministry's ever searching eye.
Ever since then, he has been living a quiet life, going day to day, giving as much as he could to his parents, and putting up with his job as best he could, while hoping that one day a light would shine down on him and he would be able to find the love of his life.... although he was skeptical that there even was a woman out there that would put up with him.
Personality: Nathaniel is a goodhearted man who tries to do his best for his family, but sometimes strays down the wrong road. While he was in school he had a fascination for the things they barely brushed up on during class. The things that he was always told not to keep poking at them only made them that much more intriguing. Around his family, he tries to step up to the plate as man of the family. While his dad is still there and provides for his baby sister and mom, he's never been quite the same, so Nathaniel tries to give them as much extra money as he can to help out.
Sample Roleplay Post: This was stupid. What was he doing? He didn't know. Why was he here? Knocking on this door. How could he forget this door? It was faded. The paint chipping off of it. Did Dad not take care of it anymore? Was he really that grievous still? His fist was clenched at his side. He forced himself to knock. He had to visit them. Why was this so hard? When the door opened he stared at the haggard man who had begun to raise him. ælo Dad. This was a desperate plea without the desperation part. But his father saw right past him. My son is dead. He died in the games. Always the same answer. Nate was gentle, never pushing too far. No dad, it's Nate. Your youngest. Remember me? He heard his mother's voice calling out. It sounded frail and weak. What had happened to the strong people from his childhood. His father was speaking again. Nate? Nathaniel? That's you? He sounded like a lost puppy dog, but moved aside so Nate could walk in the door. The house smelled dank, and Nate suddenly wished he hadn't come sober. This was too much. The memories assaulted him. Racing around with Alex, playing keep away with Addy. He choked back the sudden tears as his mother came out of their bedroom. Who are you? Pain etched itself across his face. I'm Nate. Mom, your son.
She didn't remember. She just looked at him with her eyes glassy, like he was nothing more than a piece of furniture. A sudden fir of anger came over him. What the hell happened to you two? You completely forgot you even had another son, and wallowed in your grief. It's been ten years, and you both look like a step away from death's doors! I thought that maybe I could come here and find peace! But no. You look at me like I am a leper and I'm sick of it! I have no parents! By the time he was done, tears were streaming down his face. It was wrong. Wrong that they never gave him the love he needed. He had tried so hard. So hard to gain their attention. But it was futile. He thought maybe things would have changed. But they hadn't. Taking a look around, focusing on the small parts that still seemed to be in good shape, he shook his head. Nathaniel, what are you talking about? We love youà His father had a confused look on his face. It was like the old man had no idea why he was so angry. Addy and Alex will be glad to see you. We thought you ran away like you always do. Now be a good boy and wash up for dinner. At that Nate's jaw dropped. Dad. I'm 19. I don't live at home. Addy and Alexà They died in the games ten years ago. His father didn't understand, and that was the last straw.
He placed one foot in front of the other and left the house. He didn't look back. He didn't stop. He was trying to sort his thoughts out long enough to figure out how to react. His mother forgot who he was. His father thought he was still an eight year old little boy who ran away from home a lot. His best friend was in the games. He was in some sort of relationship with a girl from another district, which was completely against what he had ingrained in his mind. He had wanted to stay single. Then he met Heath, and they vowed not to let themselves go. Then the girls happened. He had been doing better. No fits as often. But he was headed for one tonight. He kept seeing Addy and Alex when he was little. Playing tag in the backyard. Fighting Alex for the top bunk. He let out a sob and stumbled in the door of his house. Crashing through to his stash. Pulling out an open bottle, of something. He didn't care what. As long as it was strong. As the familiar burn found its way into his stomach, he felt himself fall together a little bit. He stayed in his house. Drinking and trying to forget where he had just been. But it wouldn't go away. And then there they were. Just as the edges of his vision were starting to blur he saw them. But he was ready. No shock. No fear. Just acceptance. But WHO it was scared him. It wasn't just Addy and Alex. There were others. Rory and Halstrum. And more. He couldn't put names to the mutilated bodies. He thought he saw Heath and June, but wasn't sure. He hoped not. He hoped they were still alive and well.
WHAT DO YOU WANT. I HAVE NOTHING! LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASEEE!! His words were slurred, but they did nothing to deter his ghosts. Addy and Alex approached him. NO. GO AWAY. I DON'T WANT TO TALK OR PLAY OR ANYTHING With his voice choked up in an array of emotions, he panicked. Throwing himself off the couch he trampled his way to the door and flung it open. He didn't look back for a second time that day. Now he had his siblings after him. The neighbors were shuttering their windows and pretending like he wasn't there. They were far too used to seeing him like this. HELP PLEASE THEY'RE AFTER ME Nobody could understand what he said. He was too out of breath and too drunk for them to care. He didn't know where he was running, but he could feel them behind him. little brother stop running. We just want to play. The twins spoke in unison and he screamed. I can't. I can't play. You're dead. There was nobody to tell him that they weren't real. He had to himself.
But little brother we miss you. We brought friends. He chanced a look back and saw. Saw faces looking at him. Saw wounds, and missing limbs. Saw the carving in Rory's chest. The stab wound in Halstrum's abdomen. What's worse, is that he saw Heath. And his injured knee. June with her face wounds. And he cried. He stumbled and fell. And cried. He had lost his bottle somewhere in his attempt to flee. They were around him. He could feel them. The voices were muttering amongst themselves. But only two were directed at him. Get up little brother. Get up and play. He closed his eyes. They couldn't hurt him if he couldn't see him. It worked before. He was just the crazy. The drunk. The bomb tech who could blow himself up without a moment's notice. The nineteen year old miserable piece of flesh that had lost everything he loved without a chance to love it. Mom. Dad. Please. Love me. Remember me. He whispered. Knowing they couldn't hear. Even if they could, they wouldn't answer. Don't leave me Heath. Don't leave June. I have Arielle. And Mack. But they aren't my best friend. My brother from another mother. His lips were making no sound as his tears fell. His breathing was shallow. Slowly, the ghosts left. But he didn't move from the ground. It was safe in the open. Where ever he fell. It was safer. Somebody would find him. And take him to the hospital. Or home. Or leave him. Kill him. Something. They would do something. Because he did nothing. He was nothing. His parent's didn't love him. His siblings had left him. The government forced his friends to leave. He was nothing.
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