Name; Nathaniel Oxford Lockhart Balfour-MacAgee
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Age; 24 at time of death, now 196
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Sex; Male
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Looks;
In Life - While Nathaniel was alive, he stood at around 5'10. He had strong facial features, with a prominent jawline and squared off chin. His lips are thin, with a firm and straight nose that is on the smaller side for his face. Nathaniel's eyes are narrow, and deeply set into his face. His eyes are a dark brown, with thin and flat eyebrows. There were permanent lines between his brows from the serious expressions that were often displayed on his face. There is some facial hair, with it being on his chin and above his lip. He would shave often, though, so it was not long.
His hair was shaggy, being at around chin length and very curly. His hair is shorter where it falls on his face, and never got past his eyebrows, saying it obstructed his vision.
Nathaniel was very strong, with broad shoulders and a thick torso. His arms and legs were also very muscular. His skin was fair, while also being ruddy and tough from being in the sun and working.
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In Death - Depending on how Nathaniel wants to be seen, his appearance can change. If he does not want to be seen, then there is almost no color to his figure, and cannot interact with anything. His figure is also very hazy and blurry, to where a person looking at him would not be able to distinguish any defining characteristics.
With more focus, though, his figure sharpens, and he can interact with objects to some extent. There is also more color, and one would be able to make out the color of his hair and clothes.
His hair does not float around him in an ethereal way, nor can he fly. When in his hazier form, Nathaniel can pass through walls or other objects, though the ground remains steady. It might be due to the fact that he is trapped within the confines of the manor.
Nathaniel's features seem to have lost the definition to them, and while you know there is a nose, for example, the way it looks cannot really be described. This is the same for the rest of his face.
The clothing Nathaniel is wearing is the same that he died in, and if one focus on it, can see that it is worn away, with the colors, while still there, fading from their once brighter colors to the muted tones of well worn fabric. There are also holes in it that look charred, as if he had been near the sparks of a fire.
He is wearing an off-white cloth around his neck, with a Scottish kilt on, the colors being a dark blue and brown, in a plaid pattern. As a top there is a wool button up shirt, and a long, heavy brown jacket over it. The fabric of the kilt gathers up over one sleeve of the overcoat, and is sealed with a silver broach. Around his waist is a leather belt that holds a sword.
The knees-down is the most transparent area no matter how much he focuses, but there are tall leather boots.
In the center of his chest, right below the ribcage, is a darkly hole, with dark stains around the spot.
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Personality; Nathaniel has always been a loner, but his many years of solitude has only reinforced that attitude. He is especially cold due to the reasons of his death, and is wary when it comes to trusting people. Before his death, Nathaniel was a leader in the military, and a noble of high ranking. His family was very wealthy and well known, with a beautiful mansion and surrounding gardens.
Nathaniel took great pride in all of it, as he did with most other things in his life. He did not wish to be the center of attention, but did like his deeds to be known about, and was vain when it came to his accomplishments and abilities. His prowess as a strategist and leader excelled to the point where he thought he was invincible in battle.
Oh how wrong he was.
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Nathaniel is good at thinking on his feet in stressful situations, and is able to take the pressure off of other people and put it on himself without faltering. He has a massive ego, and while he wouldn't show it, any harsh words against him was taken to heart. That is part of the reason why he wasn't close to many people - he didn't want to disappoint them and have to face the consequences that is actions have on other people, especially when it comes to them being in danger.
While he was alive, Nathaniel was often called 'stoney' and 'heartless,' mostly by bitter women who were not successful in their attempts to snag a rich and handsome husband. Nathaniel wasn't concerned about finding a wife, as he found the domestic lifestyle to be boring and dull, and would rather fight than raise a child.
He was a skilled horseback rider, soldier, swordsman, leader, speaker when he had to be, archer, and writer.
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Cause of Death; There had been a party that night. Other powerful nobles and people of importance were attending. It was to celebrate Nathaniel's twenty-fourth birthday, of all things. His mother and two sisters were the close family members in attendance, as his father passed away a few years prior, and his younger brother was a few towns away, gathering support from the young men in a village to join the army.
As it got later into the night, the louder and more rambunctious the party became.
Near midnight, most everyone was deep into their cups. Nathaniel refrained, having never really been one for heavy drinking, and had originally thought it only to be some fool making a fuss when the first shout of "Fire!" rang out.
He soon saw the truth. There was a ranging fire, originating from the back of the manor. It was spreading, and the people who had their heads on right began running for buckets of water.
Nathaniel remembered that his sisters and mother had gone to bed, and were in the higher rooms of the manor. He rushed up the stairs, using the cloth around his neck to block out the smoke by pulling it over his nose. He busted into the room of his youngest sister, who was only fifteen. She wasn't there.
His other sister wasn't in her room either.
Nathaniel, now in a panic, checked his mother's room, hoping the girls, in a fright, had gone to her for help.
That was not the case.
All three lay on the floor in a perfect little row, their hands placed over their stomachs, all mercilessly slaughtered. Nathaniel looked around the room, trying to see if anyone was in there.
Not a trace.
Nathaniel, numb not knowing what else to do, went back downstairs to join in the effort of putting out the fire. Only then could he investigate on who killed his family, and notify his brother.
The fire had died down, and Nathaniel helped put the rest of it out, thankful that at least it had started in an area where there wasn't a lot of wood. He still didn't know hat could have caused it, though.
There were a few causalities, and the people there, for the most part also being in the military, helped with gathering the dead.
When almost everyone was cleared out, someone Nathaniel never thought he'd see at this time came riding towards the manor.
It was his younger brother.
Nathaniel greeted the man, who looked nearly identical to him, save for being taller, with slimmer shoulders and shorter hair.
"Brother! What has happened to our home? Are Mother and our sisters all right?" Nathaniel had felt his heart sink, "Brother, follow me inside. I have to show you something."
Nathaniel led his brother upstairs, waving away the smoke and coughing lightly. The two walked side by side, and Nathaniel swore he smelt smoke on his brother's clothes, and saw some ash on his collar, but figured it was just his foggy mind playing tricks on him, or that it was the smell that was already hanging heavily in the air.
As they approached the door, Nathaniel's brother dropped back to walk behind him. He opened the door and walked in, his gaze locked on his dead family, still horrified by the scene in front of him. His poor sisters and mother...
The door clicked, and there was a flurry of fast steps on the wooden floors.
Nathaniel turned.
"Too slow, too slow, too slow," his body shouted, but with the drinks, smoke, horror of his family being murdered, and disbelief about what was really happening clouding his gaze and stiffening his movements, Nathaniel only turned around in time to see his brother's face as he plunged a sword into his Nathaniel's stomach.
"Why?" He wanted to ask, "We are family... I... trusted you."
But the blow hit true, and he had no strength to speak. Before everything went dark, Nathaniel remembered hitting the ground, and watching his brother pull the sword from his own body with a satisfied smile.
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History; ".....On May 25, 1824, General Nathaniel Balfour-MacAgee brutally murdered his two sisters and mother after he lit a fire in his own home as a distraction. His younger brother by two years, Christian Balfour-MacAgee, had asked to see where his family was after arriving at the shocking scene. Upon showing Christian the bodies, Nathaniel turned on him, and tried to kill him as well. Christian, realizing that Nathaniel killed their mother and sisters, was forced to kill his own brother, an action that, as Christian said, "haunted me for the rest of my life." Christian Balfour-MacAgee went on to take his brother's place as General, and rose in the ranks in the army, becoming one of the most famous Scottish warriors of all time. He later married the princess of Scotland, and upon her older brother's death, became the King. He is said to have....
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