Post by nate on Mar 22, 2009 0:37:22 GMT -5
[ Full Character Name: ]
Nathaniel Tyler Lawson
[ Nicknames: ]
Nathan, Nath, Nate
[ Character Gender: ]
Male
[Character Age:]
Forty-two
[ Occupation Requesting: ]
Muggle Charlatan, Aristocrat [Wizard, I suppose overall]
[ Country of Citizenship: ]
England
[ Physical Character Description: ]
Nathaniel Lawson is a man of unquestionably tall physical stature. From a glance and even a good look people have given descriptions of him as low as five seven, as high as six-foot-four and above. Society has trouble judging tall people. In reality he stands in the middle of the range at a hundred and eighty-seven centimeters, and weighs a respectable hundred and eight even kilograms to match. Coffee brown eyes and a mop of dark brown hair adorn a respectably oval-shaped head with a skin tone that is classifiable as 'generically Caucasian'.
Being forty two, Nate is at a stage to which the young call old and the elderly call young, the time of the midlife crisis. His mind and body are constantly in disagreement over which generation is correct and whether or not he’s in one now or if he’s been in one since birth. These arguments involve foolish tests of strength and/or stamina and usually end in painful but respectable draws as well. Suffice to say, it isn’t an unusual sight to find him with a bloodied lip, nose, a shiner or two or some combination of the lot. After all, what’s life without a bruise or blemish here and there from fun?
Bruises or not however, he has a face and build that can fit to practically any style trend that applies to the business and/or working world. Stick him in a suit, and he looks like someone’s important CEO who got a bad latte in the morning, stick him in plaid and he could pull off homeless decently too - if he ever needed to. Anywhere in between is pretty much fair game but he is bias to suits. Suits symbolize power and if you have that – legitimate or falsified – then no one can stand in your way.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
From an outsider’s perspective the first impression anyone gets of Nathan is that he’s two things: powerful, and smart. Those traits combined alone make for a more than worthy opponent for anyone in today’s world but Nathan considers himself a rung above the ladder than all of society. Not one specific group, all of them. Nathan Lawson is a god among mortals. Not literally of course, he can die just like anyone else but in his world that’s his title and everyone else is but a lowly ant (or smaller). He could care less about who you are and where you came from as long as you do what’s required of you to suit his needs at the time. Loyalty to him is a one way street to him and little anyplace else. If someone happens to be above him in the hierarchy, he’ll acknowledge it and then find out what he needs to do to get promoted to it…or just take it. Whichever seems more appropriate and keeps his suit remotely clean.
A bit self-centered? Oh yes without question, if it doesn’t hold value to him he certainly won’t give a galleon about it, yet alone consider two. Nathan is also rather manipulative, a trait he’s had since birth but only really refined during his adolescent years. He likes having things his way and if he can bend the will of the world to get it that way, he’ll do it. This also applies to gains of monetary value as well. Ultimately; Nathan realized that people were generally stupid and at least usually gullible. He also realized that this weakness was something he could exploit to the fullest extent of possibilities, and bossing people around was always fun, if you were on the right end of course.
[ History: ]
On January the twenty ninth, 1967 Nathan Tyler Lawson came into the world. Tch. Some world to be born into, a real fancy feast of a treat! It was the middle of winter, the unquestionably ugliest season of the year. It was cold, oh so horridly and bitterly cold. Apparently that came with winter. The muggles were wrapping up another war they’d started for the hell of it and the wizarding world could be found locked in the same ongoing private affair it had been fighting for what was likely centuries. However a newborn would know nothing of these things, or the circumstances surrounding them, but all things come to those who wait… And those who grow up and grow old remembering them.
His parents were Garret Lawson and Eleanor Reeves. Purebloods. Hogwarts Alumni. Rich. Powerful. Just your typical modern, aristocratic couple, and yet not so at all. Two factors set their situation apart from a marriage joining in today’s modern world. First, they were incredibly young – although even today this isn’t frowned upon as long as you’re all smiling in the photos – both only nineteen years old. The more distinguishing piece of their puzzle is that their marriage was not laid out by them and to say that they dated would be like calling a giant a goblin’s height. Their marriage was all about the bonding and the preservation of a pureblood lineage. The Reeves line lacked a proper heir (not that no one had tried) and would essentially die with Eleanor unless something was done. This could not be tolerated, yet alone be considered to be allowed After everything was explained and debated only twice –both times while they were too young to even consider having input – the two were in written contract to be married a year following their respective graduation from Hogwarts. The wedding was in June of 1966.
One can decode the math from here.
Being born into a family which revolved around the two most essential of things (blood ties and money), Nathan was brought up around the premise that he would always be superior to those who lacked any one or both of the two. It was not something he would forget over time, nor would he ever have a change of heart on the matter. At age eleven Nathan was embarked upon a ‘proper wizarding education’ at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was good enough for his parents; it would be good enough for him. Even if there had been a slight rise in filth within some of the familial lines. He was sorted into Slytherin and for the next seven years until his graduation in 1985 he would build the mind and ego which drives him through these more modern times. Three years as a Slytherin Prefect and Hogwarts’ Head Boy from ‘84-’85 gave him a rather large taste of what control and power could feel like. True this control was only over his peers and what little clout he could weave himself among the school staff, but he liked the taste of the apple he had bitten and he wanted more of it. He also wanted a bigger thrill.
He only stepped out of line in his family’s eyes once in Hogwarts, and although it was not an easily forgiven sin, Nathan himself found it to be a most beneficial asset now. Nathan, had taken, OWLed and NEWTed in Muggle Studies. This was not the bigger thrill, but it does tie into it. Being the next heir to the Lawson line legacy, any girl he did date went under the utmost scrutiny. This was why little of what romance he did have in Hogwarts could be remotely called a relationship. There were flings, stands, those little stupid trysts that don’t get a name of their own, but he never found anyone worth any real affection. Searching would prove time consuming, annoying, and ultimately incredibly frustrating and boring. He wanted no part of anything with that kind of a list attached. Love, but not love if you will.
A funny thing happened following Nathan’s graduation from Hogwarts, the thrill he’d been looking for. Nathan started meddling in the wizarding underground, the Black Market to be more commonplace in terminology. It wasn’t a pretty enterprise by any respect and all of it was either completely under the table, or completely illegal and sometimes both. Cauldron smuggling, wand tampering, intimidation, racketeering. Picture a young man of nineteen who came from prominent stature and security diving headfirst into the deep end of a murky pool of shady deals and illegalities. It’s hard to picture, and even harder for it to prove in a political system where the wizarding government and law enforcement is run by pureblood funding. Nathan went there and ultimately one step even further. He took his Muggle Studies education and crossed the border into the muggle world where he meddled in their underground. It was here he found far stupider and more gullible people and a new toy to ice his cake.
It turns out that muggle weaponry contained a wide variety of masterpieces. He liked it. What he liked more was the lucrative venture gun running prospected to be when he mixed his manipulative brain with apparition and Gringotts money conversion tables. His name could change on a daily basis if need be; vary from contact to contact, buyer to buyer. He was able to be essentially invisible in this realm, and in the wizarding world a man whom no one would dare cross or insinuate. Life was looking good, life was looking very good and he wasn’t even twenty-five. Who by Merlin’s name would complain about that?
Trust of others never came all too easily for Nathan, and since he was venturing into a world where trust is only valued by the bigger briefcase of money and best merchandise he saw no reason to trust people anymore than he already did. If he was lucky, he’d be rich, if he wasn’t he’d be dead. Those were the odds and he certainly felt like wagering a hand or two in the coffers.
Throughout all of this Voldemort was running his show across the wizarding side of the British Isles with little standing in his way. Some would rise, most would usually fall in some sort of bloodbath and the remainder would disappear like cowering dogs. It wasn’t his affair; his father handled all dealings on that front as Head of the family. Why should he meddle in another man’s genocide when genocide certainly wouldn’t get him rich and would likely only get him killed?
That had been twenty-three years ago. Now it was 2009, Voldemort had been felled by Potter, his family’s part funding the Dark Lord had been covered up and his father was ultimately…still his father. The more important things were that he was still breathing and he was still a very rich, powerful and incredibly content man. Free to indulge in the sins of the mind, of the flesh, free to indulge in whatever he wanted. Everything had a price, and he could afford any price named in any currency. He doubted his father would be very proud, but his father was still using a rather antiquated definition of status.
[ Pros and Cons : ]
Pros:
Cons:
[Credentials:]
One doesn’t need credentials to be a con or to be rich, you just have to make everyone else think something different and keep track of the lies you weave. If you’re lucky, you get rich in the process. If you’re not, you at the very least have a good bit of fun at others’ expense.
[Writing/Role Playing Example:]
Coffee brown eyes stared into the driver’s mirror with a curious interest but an expression only a narcissist could top. The green van sat with its engine killed a block up the road on the left; it had been there an hour that he knew about. It had been there when he departed his flat on the other side of the street, and was still there now. An older gentlemen was knelt beside the front passenger tire making frustrated motions with his hands and refusing all help from passersby even though there had been no accompanying ‘pop’ to signify the flat’s birth.
His passenger on the other hand – another man – seemed entirely unconcerned by their ruined afternoon. It wasn’t his truck, therefore it wasn’t his problem. In reality they were unconcerned because the flat tire that had shattered their afternoon had been planned. Just as the empty wrecker (which had already driven by them twice in the past ten minutes) only now stopped to offer its assistance. They were stupid, cocky and arrogant but above all else they were made and that was their ultimate sin of the day. It would also be their last. He couldn’t hold back the cold chuckle any longer.
Who exactly are ‘They’ you wonder? Well to be quite frank, Nathan couldn’t tell you much on that beyond that ‘They’ are watchmen. Surveillance. A tail. Whose they could be was a long list since every agency of modernized law enforcement had them. CTC. BDP. Interpol. Europol. The list could go on and on but since this was the outskirts of London, there were enough warrants on his John Doe face which spanned the globe and most countries wanted the honour of catching him they were likely Special Branch. He’d been dodging teams like this for years, but apparently continuously slipping away sent the wrong message and they just kept on coming once they found out he was in town.
Maybe they didn’t think he knew people. Maybe they didn’t think his local clientele cared about their suppliers. Either way once the phone appeared in his hand all of their thoughts were off the table. “They’re back; Ewan; and they aren’t being at all careful today. Where are you?” A pause as the wrecker drove off without the car and the passenger finally exited to get his hands dirty. “Just two…van like last month and a roving wrecker this time carrying the third…Montgomery road just before Elleck.” The ‘flat’ was finally off now as the passenger went toward the trunk. “Really, you lot’re that close? By all means it’s your show, I’ll be having lunch.” With that the call was over, and the message left would be forever changed.
Calmly the forty-two year old man got out, waved toward the pair, pointed and then made for the nearby door. Ten minutes after it closed behind him the sound of automatics breached the air as the waiter made a menu appear that he would never open.
“Something classy but celebratory to drink, and whatever the special may be.”
Nathaniel Tyler Lawson
[ Nicknames: ]
Nathan, Nath, Nate
[ Character Gender: ]
Male
[Character Age:]
Forty-two
[ Occupation Requesting: ]
Muggle Charlatan, Aristocrat [Wizard, I suppose overall]
[ Country of Citizenship: ]
England
[ Physical Character Description: ]
Nathaniel Lawson is a man of unquestionably tall physical stature. From a glance and even a good look people have given descriptions of him as low as five seven, as high as six-foot-four and above. Society has trouble judging tall people. In reality he stands in the middle of the range at a hundred and eighty-seven centimeters, and weighs a respectable hundred and eight even kilograms to match. Coffee brown eyes and a mop of dark brown hair adorn a respectably oval-shaped head with a skin tone that is classifiable as 'generically Caucasian'.
Being forty two, Nate is at a stage to which the young call old and the elderly call young, the time of the midlife crisis. His mind and body are constantly in disagreement over which generation is correct and whether or not he’s in one now or if he’s been in one since birth. These arguments involve foolish tests of strength and/or stamina and usually end in painful but respectable draws as well. Suffice to say, it isn’t an unusual sight to find him with a bloodied lip, nose, a shiner or two or some combination of the lot. After all, what’s life without a bruise or blemish here and there from fun?
Bruises or not however, he has a face and build that can fit to practically any style trend that applies to the business and/or working world. Stick him in a suit, and he looks like someone’s important CEO who got a bad latte in the morning, stick him in plaid and he could pull off homeless decently too - if he ever needed to. Anywhere in between is pretty much fair game but he is bias to suits. Suits symbolize power and if you have that – legitimate or falsified – then no one can stand in your way.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
From an outsider’s perspective the first impression anyone gets of Nathan is that he’s two things: powerful, and smart. Those traits combined alone make for a more than worthy opponent for anyone in today’s world but Nathan considers himself a rung above the ladder than all of society. Not one specific group, all of them. Nathan Lawson is a god among mortals. Not literally of course, he can die just like anyone else but in his world that’s his title and everyone else is but a lowly ant (or smaller). He could care less about who you are and where you came from as long as you do what’s required of you to suit his needs at the time. Loyalty to him is a one way street to him and little anyplace else. If someone happens to be above him in the hierarchy, he’ll acknowledge it and then find out what he needs to do to get promoted to it…or just take it. Whichever seems more appropriate and keeps his suit remotely clean.
A bit self-centered? Oh yes without question, if it doesn’t hold value to him he certainly won’t give a galleon about it, yet alone consider two. Nathan is also rather manipulative, a trait he’s had since birth but only really refined during his adolescent years. He likes having things his way and if he can bend the will of the world to get it that way, he’ll do it. This also applies to gains of monetary value as well. Ultimately; Nathan realized that people were generally stupid and at least usually gullible. He also realized that this weakness was something he could exploit to the fullest extent of possibilities, and bossing people around was always fun, if you were on the right end of course.
[ History: ]
On January the twenty ninth, 1967 Nathan Tyler Lawson came into the world. Tch. Some world to be born into, a real fancy feast of a treat! It was the middle of winter, the unquestionably ugliest season of the year. It was cold, oh so horridly and bitterly cold. Apparently that came with winter. The muggles were wrapping up another war they’d started for the hell of it and the wizarding world could be found locked in the same ongoing private affair it had been fighting for what was likely centuries. However a newborn would know nothing of these things, or the circumstances surrounding them, but all things come to those who wait… And those who grow up and grow old remembering them.
His parents were Garret Lawson and Eleanor Reeves. Purebloods. Hogwarts Alumni. Rich. Powerful. Just your typical modern, aristocratic couple, and yet not so at all. Two factors set their situation apart from a marriage joining in today’s modern world. First, they were incredibly young – although even today this isn’t frowned upon as long as you’re all smiling in the photos – both only nineteen years old. The more distinguishing piece of their puzzle is that their marriage was not laid out by them and to say that they dated would be like calling a giant a goblin’s height. Their marriage was all about the bonding and the preservation of a pureblood lineage. The Reeves line lacked a proper heir (not that no one had tried) and would essentially die with Eleanor unless something was done. This could not be tolerated, yet alone be considered to be allowed After everything was explained and debated only twice –both times while they were too young to even consider having input – the two were in written contract to be married a year following their respective graduation from Hogwarts. The wedding was in June of 1966.
One can decode the math from here.
Being born into a family which revolved around the two most essential of things (blood ties and money), Nathan was brought up around the premise that he would always be superior to those who lacked any one or both of the two. It was not something he would forget over time, nor would he ever have a change of heart on the matter. At age eleven Nathan was embarked upon a ‘proper wizarding education’ at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was good enough for his parents; it would be good enough for him. Even if there had been a slight rise in filth within some of the familial lines. He was sorted into Slytherin and for the next seven years until his graduation in 1985 he would build the mind and ego which drives him through these more modern times. Three years as a Slytherin Prefect and Hogwarts’ Head Boy from ‘84-’85 gave him a rather large taste of what control and power could feel like. True this control was only over his peers and what little clout he could weave himself among the school staff, but he liked the taste of the apple he had bitten and he wanted more of it. He also wanted a bigger thrill.
He only stepped out of line in his family’s eyes once in Hogwarts, and although it was not an easily forgiven sin, Nathan himself found it to be a most beneficial asset now. Nathan, had taken, OWLed and NEWTed in Muggle Studies. This was not the bigger thrill, but it does tie into it. Being the next heir to the Lawson line legacy, any girl he did date went under the utmost scrutiny. This was why little of what romance he did have in Hogwarts could be remotely called a relationship. There were flings, stands, those little stupid trysts that don’t get a name of their own, but he never found anyone worth any real affection. Searching would prove time consuming, annoying, and ultimately incredibly frustrating and boring. He wanted no part of anything with that kind of a list attached. Love, but not love if you will.
A funny thing happened following Nathan’s graduation from Hogwarts, the thrill he’d been looking for. Nathan started meddling in the wizarding underground, the Black Market to be more commonplace in terminology. It wasn’t a pretty enterprise by any respect and all of it was either completely under the table, or completely illegal and sometimes both. Cauldron smuggling, wand tampering, intimidation, racketeering. Picture a young man of nineteen who came from prominent stature and security diving headfirst into the deep end of a murky pool of shady deals and illegalities. It’s hard to picture, and even harder for it to prove in a political system where the wizarding government and law enforcement is run by pureblood funding. Nathan went there and ultimately one step even further. He took his Muggle Studies education and crossed the border into the muggle world where he meddled in their underground. It was here he found far stupider and more gullible people and a new toy to ice his cake.
It turns out that muggle weaponry contained a wide variety of masterpieces. He liked it. What he liked more was the lucrative venture gun running prospected to be when he mixed his manipulative brain with apparition and Gringotts money conversion tables. His name could change on a daily basis if need be; vary from contact to contact, buyer to buyer. He was able to be essentially invisible in this realm, and in the wizarding world a man whom no one would dare cross or insinuate. Life was looking good, life was looking very good and he wasn’t even twenty-five. Who by Merlin’s name would complain about that?
Trust of others never came all too easily for Nathan, and since he was venturing into a world where trust is only valued by the bigger briefcase of money and best merchandise he saw no reason to trust people anymore than he already did. If he was lucky, he’d be rich, if he wasn’t he’d be dead. Those were the odds and he certainly felt like wagering a hand or two in the coffers.
Throughout all of this Voldemort was running his show across the wizarding side of the British Isles with little standing in his way. Some would rise, most would usually fall in some sort of bloodbath and the remainder would disappear like cowering dogs. It wasn’t his affair; his father handled all dealings on that front as Head of the family. Why should he meddle in another man’s genocide when genocide certainly wouldn’t get him rich and would likely only get him killed?
That had been twenty-three years ago. Now it was 2009, Voldemort had been felled by Potter, his family’s part funding the Dark Lord had been covered up and his father was ultimately…still his father. The more important things were that he was still breathing and he was still a very rich, powerful and incredibly content man. Free to indulge in the sins of the mind, of the flesh, free to indulge in whatever he wanted. Everything had a price, and he could afford any price named in any currency. He doubted his father would be very proud, but his father was still using a rather antiquated definition of status.
[ Pros and Cons : ]
Pros:
- Manipulation – Bending people’s will and exploiting their beliefs and values is generally viewed as a trait of evil or just plain wrong. When you make your life revolve around lying, and illegalities being able to bend a situation to your favor is a skill you had damned well better keep in pristine refinement. If you can make one person believe a single lie, you can make the world eat from your hand.
- No defined sense of trust – Bending people’s will and trusting them is not at a par level of any sort. You can send someone to do your bidding and not trust them to get it done. It makes it easier to liquidate your losses if you have no sense of attachment or reason to keep them around in the first place. This is pretty self-explanatory. In Nathan’s line of work, if you don’t trust someone, you’re not as disappointed when they muck up the works. Disappointment is a steady spiral to depression, no one likes depression.
- Pride – Every living soul should have pride in what they do, Nathan’s pride just comes more from self-fulfillment than it does from actually liking his ‘work’. He gets rich, and he gets to play with toys while remaining completely anonymous. Who wouldn’t take pride in that and spread it around a little with mockery of those less fortunate? Ultimately the pride he receives only drives him to get richer than he was the month, or even the week prior.
Cons:
- Overconfidence – With his success Nathan is by far one of the most overconfident men in society. His business practice is illegal, he gets away with it, he’s rich from his illegal activity, and rich from his family,
- Egocentric – Thinking about no one but yourself is good and bad. In Nathan’s case its more bad. Looking over your shoulder to make sure Dealer B bought your fictitious promise to not sell weapons to dealer A while going and selling arms to Dealer A anyway is not the way to live your life. However when you think about no one but yourself, you tend to ignore risks exactly such as that. You feel invincible, untouchable, and then someone takes a shot at you. If they miss, it only pours gasoline on the fire. Blunt summary: Nathan doesn’t give much a damn about anyone but himself. He doesn’t care who he pleases or who he pisses off, it’s probably going to get him killed in the end.
- Lack of personal loyalty – Nathan trusts no one, and is accountable to no one. Trusting only yourself leaves no one to watch your back if things go from good to Hell in an instant. Nathan’s smart and rather cunning, but that doesn’t mean having someone watching his back would be a bad thing to have. He thinks he doesn’t need anyone.
[Credentials:]
One doesn’t need credentials to be a con or to be rich, you just have to make everyone else think something different and keep track of the lies you weave. If you’re lucky, you get rich in the process. If you’re not, you at the very least have a good bit of fun at others’ expense.
[Writing/Role Playing Example:]
Coffee brown eyes stared into the driver’s mirror with a curious interest but an expression only a narcissist could top. The green van sat with its engine killed a block up the road on the left; it had been there an hour that he knew about. It had been there when he departed his flat on the other side of the street, and was still there now. An older gentlemen was knelt beside the front passenger tire making frustrated motions with his hands and refusing all help from passersby even though there had been no accompanying ‘pop’ to signify the flat’s birth.
His passenger on the other hand – another man – seemed entirely unconcerned by their ruined afternoon. It wasn’t his truck, therefore it wasn’t his problem. In reality they were unconcerned because the flat tire that had shattered their afternoon had been planned. Just as the empty wrecker (which had already driven by them twice in the past ten minutes) only now stopped to offer its assistance. They were stupid, cocky and arrogant but above all else they were made and that was their ultimate sin of the day. It would also be their last. He couldn’t hold back the cold chuckle any longer.
Who exactly are ‘They’ you wonder? Well to be quite frank, Nathan couldn’t tell you much on that beyond that ‘They’ are watchmen. Surveillance. A tail. Whose they could be was a long list since every agency of modernized law enforcement had them. CTC. BDP. Interpol. Europol. The list could go on and on but since this was the outskirts of London, there were enough warrants on his John Doe face which spanned the globe and most countries wanted the honour of catching him they were likely Special Branch. He’d been dodging teams like this for years, but apparently continuously slipping away sent the wrong message and they just kept on coming once they found out he was in town.
Maybe they didn’t think he knew people. Maybe they didn’t think his local clientele cared about their suppliers. Either way once the phone appeared in his hand all of their thoughts were off the table. “They’re back; Ewan; and they aren’t being at all careful today. Where are you?” A pause as the wrecker drove off without the car and the passenger finally exited to get his hands dirty. “Just two…van like last month and a roving wrecker this time carrying the third…Montgomery road just before Elleck.” The ‘flat’ was finally off now as the passenger went toward the trunk. “Really, you lot’re that close? By all means it’s your show, I’ll be having lunch.” With that the call was over, and the message left would be forever changed.
Calmly the forty-two year old man got out, waved toward the pair, pointed and then made for the nearby door. Ten minutes after it closed behind him the sound of automatics breached the air as the waiter made a menu appear that he would never open.
“Something classy but celebratory to drink, and whatever the special may be.”