Name: Nathaniel Everett Hart
Nicknames: Nate, Nathan
Meaning: "Gift of God;" a hart is a stag.
Age: 27
Height: 5’11”
Weight: ~170 lbs
DoB: December 7
Species: Werewolf
Sexuality: Prefers men; otherwise uninhibited.
Occupation: Consigliere to
Micah Malik; Entrepreneur
Residence: Ponta Delgada, São Miguel
(the Azores)
Appearance: The man rarely appears uncomfortable, ever at ease. Reactions to stress are subtle, but exist: tension in hands that cannot keep still, the donning of sunglasses to hide his own eyes – anything to maintain an air of casualness, of nonchalance, regardless of the truth. He is nothing if not an image of practiced self-control in unfamiliar company.
The werewolf's clothes are often immaculate: suits, collared shirts and slacks tailored to cut a clean figure regardless of dress code. Casual situations may see him in fitted t-shirts and comfortable jeans, though Nate seems no less put together in informal dress. A permanent five o’clock shadow stubbles his cheeks and chin, and his mop of black hair is always elegantly tousled, never quite neat – Nathan spends rather more time on this than he would ever be like to admit.
Only average in height and, though obviously fit, on the leaner side of body builds, Nathan shouldn't come across as immediately intimidating. There is, however, something no-nonsense about his stance and demeanor - the natural bearing with which he holds himself - that encourages a second evaluation.
Personality: Nathan is a complicated man of fronts and façades, an individual practiced in the art of balancing responsibility with personal agendas. What has resulted is an amalgam of dueling and nearly opposing natures; an addictive personality combined with an ingrained desire to succeed, a reckless temperament balanced by a constant drive for order and self-control. He is the cold and loyal hound where required, and otherwise an exuberant and youthful pleasure-seeker, self-motivated and shameless. While his actions may read as impulsive he is a man prone to planning and deliberation, often solely for the sake of appearing in command – over himself, over others, over any and every situation.
Nathan takes his employment seriously, and when dealing with either business or pack – anything which does not fall under the realm of an informal encounter – he comes across as no-nonsense, analytical, and highly motivated. This is a man apart from the unabashed reality of his indulgent club-hopping and rebellious promiscuity, a carefully maintained and deliberate separation; that Nate does not allow one life to influence the other only serves to satisfy his need for organization and authority.
An overall genial demeanor – occasionally impish, often lewd – allows casual friendships to come easily, though the majority of the relationships he forges are hollow at their core. Romantic partners are frequently kept at arm’s length for an underlying fear of honest closeness. Beneath the veneer of the practical businessman and the unrepentant hedonist, Nathan is unified by a lurking kind-hearted disposition that he disguises through cool confidence, forever wary of being taken advantage of, of exposing this vulnerability.
The proud werewolf is suspicious of and haunted by a little thing like
trust, and lives his life accordingly.
History: Nathaniel Hart lived an uninspired childhood in Chicago, and he has spent the majority of the past decade making up for that fact. Born poor and all too often ignored, he was quick to dabble in an underworld of crime, violence, and drugs; by the time he hit is mid-teens, Nate already had a juvenile record and a developed knack for slipping through the cracks. It was in a deal gone wrong that he ended up mauled, and his street-hardened talent for tenacious and stubborn
survival would see him through yet again.
The Chicago pack found him, nurtured him, and picked up his pieces. Willing to take responsibility for him if he could make himself useful, Nathan was offered a single chance to accept the pack’s hospitality, and in perhaps the wisest decision of his young life, Nathan agreed. As a final show of good faith the pack had his criminal record expunged – leaving him hopelessly indebted and near permanently bound.
His wolf was quick to come into its own as a wild, uncontrollable creature, violent and rebellious – his reckless nature made manifest and dangerously volatile. In an effort to source an outlet for the animal, the pack found him employment first as a bouncer, then in protection-based work for their low level assets, and Nathan picked up boxing to silence the wolf with bloodshed. He outperformed their expectations; the beast quieted, seemingly satisfied, and he succeeded at every task they set him to. Having discovered a natural role to serve within the pack, he was groomed for it, educated,
caged.And Nate quickly learned the joys of petty rebellion.
The work was good but the control lorded over him set his wolf to pacing; Nathan sated it with a drive for more power, but with every advancement he made, the animal’s arrogance only grew. He satisfied his feeling of new-found importance with drugs, decadence, and sex, indulging in a life he'd missed out on and fueled by his own burgeoning confidence. An eventual transfer to Las Vegas when his tenacity outgrew the bounds of Chicago’s weak-willed alpha only made his hedonistic tendencies worse. The Vegas pack’s base of financial operations was centered around a highly successful casino, and Nathan quickly rose through the ranks of security, establishing himself as a ruthlessly competent CSO by the time he turned twenty-six. The city’s nightlife served as the perfect conduit for his wolf, and a good amount of power kept the animal otherwise under control.
Nathan has mastered the art of catering to others without compromising himself, of keeping his wolf well in hand, and of never giving himself away; responsibility and power have not tempered his lust for physical pleasures. If anything, the unintended reinforcement of his behavior has only made them worse.
A chance meeting with one
Jericho Malik would set a new plan in motion, though the repercussions of a decision made in haste – a rare feat for a man of preparation and calculation – have yet to be fully realized. The interest of intra-pack relations – and in no small part thanks to the Malik family’s pervasive influence – have seen him transferred to Boston, where he briefly headed security for Nikolai and Three Kings.
Cruel power games would see Nikolai murdered and his apparent heirs fled, and Nate assumed momentary control of Boston to keep the pack functioning. Three Kings was subsequently bought out by private investors, a new board of directors put into place, and Nathan’s reign was cut short – worrying for his safety and having ruined a possible relationship with
Silas Vincent, he followed in Jericho’s footsteps and escaped to Ponta Delgada.
He is currently working in various capacities for Micah Malik, and engaging in a tentative relationship – and business partnership – with Jericho.
