Devaroux, Nathaniel Cassidy

[nathan]

I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!

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AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]

The world is an ever-living fire. You learn how to take the heat or get turned to ash.

NAME Nathaniel Cassidy Devaroux
AGE Twenty-three
DOB September 16, 1987
SPECIES Nephilium (Chief Angel/Human)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual
ALLEGIANCE Good
OCCUPATION Hunter


HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Brown
EYES Brown
PERSONAL STYLE Usually when traveling he dresses rather comfortably. Blue jeans and tee-shirts, sometimes tanktops with a leather jacket over it. The leather jacket is one of his few prized possessions. His shoe choice tends to be combat boots. When uncovering leads and such he has various getups he uses, suits, costumes. All depending on what's needed.

Now when it comes down to actually going out on a hunt itself he doesn't change much of what he wears. Save he leaves that leather jacket in the car. Always carrying around a flask in his back pocket, to most people he'd look like a kid who has a drinking problem but the contents of said flask is salted holy water. The other weapon that never leaves him is a switchblade in his pocket for emergency situations.
PLAY BY Kyle Gallner

WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
- Smoking
- Drinking
- His car, 1968 Yenko Super Camaro ( View Here )
- Men
- Women
- Sex
- Hunters
- Homemade burgers
- Ice Cream, he'll eat nearly any flavor
- A pretty face
- Orange Juice
- Hunting
- His sister, Maya
- His father, Metatron

DISLIKES
- Most Demons
- Clowns
- Closed minded people
- Brusselsprouts
- People with no sense of humor
- Relying solely on his angelic abilities
- Zombies
- Vampires
- Shapeshifters
- Many other supernatural beings, the list could go on and on

STRENGTHS
- His sister, Maya
- His father, Metatron
- His angelic abilities
- Skilled in various forms of fighting
- Those he considers friends
- His kind heart

WEAKNESSES
- His sister, Maya
- His father, Metatron
- Ice Cream
- Those he considers friends
- Sigils against angels

SPECIAL SKILLS
- Pyrokinesis-- Able to control and conjure fire and heat with the power of his mind. Fire is his natural element. Technically in his blood and even though he does have control of this skill when he gets angry it tends to bleed through reguardless, heating the area around him up.
- Telepathy-- Able to communicate without speaking verbally to others. His connection with his twin is stronger than most. Able to sense and feel her no matter where she is. Also able to read people's minds this way. Though not able to read the mind of Arch's or High level demons.
- Telekinesis-- Able to move things with his mind.
- Teleportation-- Able to move from one spot to another without using any means other than thought.
- Healing-- He heals faster than a plain ol' human does, though he does scar from it just as a human would when healing from wounds. He also has the ability to heal others but it zaps his own strength to do so. The max number of times he can heal someone else is three times in one day. Because he will pass out in order to recharge himself from it.
- Hand to hand Combat-- Trained in fist fighting and brawling. He's able to hold his own when it's needed.

10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
- Kind
- Intelligent
- Friendly
- Loyal
- Firey
- Flirty
- Brave
- Stubborn
- Fighter
- Determined

WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Clinton, Louisiana
PARENTS
Mother:: Elizabeth Devaroux, deceased
Father:: Metatron, Cheif Angel of the Seraphim. He's a regent of the element of fire, reigns over the seven Archangels. Said to be the keeper of the unspeakable name of God and a prince of the divine presence. He is a member of a special group that is permitted to look at God's countenance, an honor most angels do not share, referred to as "the Prince of the Countenance." In Jewish legend he has control over the demon Leviathan. Said to be the heavenly choirmaster who is the "singer of the eternal". ( Current whereabouts unknown. )
SIBLINGS Maya Catherine Devaroux, twin, 23
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None
OFFSPRING None
HISTORY Born on a crisp clear September night to Elizabeth Devaroux and Metatron. He was born first, followed by his sister Maya, three minutes later. They were safely tucked in their mothers arms and wrapped in their fathers wings for the first few hours of their life. Growing up in his mother's farm house life was pretty much simple. Though with any children there were tantrums, sometimes with his sister, sometimes testing mom or dad's limits and sometimes just because he wanted something being denied. This resulted in a small heat wave leaving him. Which meant his father had to be ever villigant in watching them to make sure they didn't accidentally set the house on fire.

His mother home schooled him and his sister growing up because they were far different from other children. But mostly their parents were worried about if they would be able to not use their powers if they ran into obstacles. He was home schooled up until he was thirteen. That was when their father deemed that he and his sister could go to school in town. Mostly because part of their lessons had been learning to control all the abilities passed down to them from their father. He learned the hard way, from experience that even when teaming up with his sister that they were no match for their father. But the fight in him wouldn't let him give up the idea of one day finding a way to best his father. Just a son truly wanting to do his father proud.

Going to middle school and high school with others was a learning experience. Having to learn to control their tempers and not hurt anyone was always trying. He didn't really play sports for that reason because it was easy to see how people could make you angry without meaning to. Other than that he was a typical teenager. Out having fun, cutting up and just doing what he could to get that passing grade. Not to mention going to church with his mom and sister every sunday. He has a firm faith in God thanks to his parents. Though it was on his eighteenth birthday that his father left home to attend to some other "family matters" and did not return. This wasn't unusual at all really.

It was about seven months later that coming in from tending the crops that Nate found his mother getting her eyes plucked out. When he used his telekinesis to toss the man from his mother he called for his sister who came in an instant. Together the two held the demon and set it on fire, the wallpaper was peeling off the walls and things caught fire from the intense heat that was genetrated from the twins. It was that day, only a week shy of their nineteenth birthday that they left home. They called for their father who didn't answer. This only worried them more, given their mother had been killed by a black eyed demon.

The next few months had them wandering the country. Eventually pulling into a place called Harvelle's Roadhouse where they were stopping for food a drink. It was when they were idly scanning the minds around them they became intrigued by this "hunting". They listened in mostly to find out a bit more before they found someone and talked to him about what happened to their mother. Bar the fact they had set the demon and the house on fire, leaving nothing but ash. It took a little conviencing on his part, be it his sister just wanted to dip into his head and take the information needed. But after several meetings with their new hunter friend.

Since then he and his sister have been going about working as hunters. Helping to save the world that they consider their own. He still longs to find their father even if it means accepting the fact that he's dead. Though his sister smacks him everytime he says something of the like. For now he and his sister have split up. Mostly because she found a lead on their father, or so she's hoping and is off checking on that. He checks in with her to make sure she's okay while he continues on working as a hunter.

ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Monica
RP EXPERIENCE 15+ years
OTHER CHARACTERS none yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

There was no real place she'd felt safe in a long time. Though Sam talked about a camp he and his brother had started. Someplace in Kansas that was a safe zone for them. That everyone pitched in and made sure to take care of each other. It sounded like some kind of fantasy to her. Even if their makeshift camp on the second floor of the building was secure. She could never sleep when they were inside city limits. Of course everyone would tell her not to worry. She knew they would look out for each other, they had to if they wanted to survive to make it back to this camp Sam told them about. She had volunteered to take the first shift. Watching to make sure no Croats tracked them down and made it past their baricades.


She was on the first floor, sitting on a bench. She might have had a jacket on but she wasn't as warm as she would have liked. She was glad for the pair of gloves she had so her fingers wouldn't freeze. All they needed was her being slow on the draw because her fingers had nearly frozen solid. She let green eyes shift down to look at the Light Machine Gun that was laid across her lap. A small frown tugged the edges of her lips down. She had never really thought her life would turn out like this. Having to tote a gun around with her everywhere, having to kill other people. Albeit they didn't seem so human anymore but truth was they were. They were just sick. She could remember when the virus was just making news. She heard New York was where it started. Then again she'd also heard it came from Sam Francisco too. She wasn't sure what to beleive on that anymore.


She shook her head slightly. No use worrying about it anymore, she told herself. It was beyond the point of being spilled milk. Why did she even worry about it? She wasn't sure. She rose up from her seat and pulled the strap of her machine gun over her shoulder. She headed to the small table where they had a jug of water sitting. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a foldable cup. She'd always carried it around with her when she was at the hospital. God she missed those simple days. Checking vitals, bringing medicine, helping patients get to the bathroom. It seemed like heaven now. A small smile tinted her lips as a dry chuckle left her. She popped the cup up and poured herself some water. She took a sip from the cup, the cool water was soothing as it slid down her throat.


She heard the stairs behind her creak and she wondered just who was coming down. Surely it wasn't time for someone to releive her, was it? God she hoped not, she was still to keyed up to even attempt to close her eyes and sleep. She looked back over her shoulder to see just who had come down to join her. A faint smile touched her lips as her gaze fell on Sam. He was a good guy. Not to mention that she knew if not for him she would have ended up food for the Croats eventually. The only weapon she had when he found her was a baseball batt. That and he'd saved her from a Croat as she was beating another one with her batt. She thanked God for small miracles and Sam Winchester. "What are you doing down here? My shift isn't over is it?" She gave him a curious look as she turned to face him fully now. "Or were you not able to get to sleep?"

IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?

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