Post by Nathaniel Ford on Mar 23, 2009 4:29:20 GMT -5
About You
Real Name: Lola
Age: 21
Other Characters: N/A
Email/Messenger: AIM: Vivitevka
Experience with RPG: ...ten years?
Route: X2 is my part-time lover :V Just kidding, she mentioned it on Eff (and now there's an ad up for it!)
About Character
Name: Nathaniel James Ford
Nicknames: Nate
Role: Bill Bailey
Age/Year: 25
Tour Date: Two years
Home Town: Waterford, Ireland
Appearance: Nate is a fit guy, not thin or necessarily ripped, but muscled enough where his dancing demands. At 5'6", he appears shorter than he really is sometimes in certain clothes (t-shirts and shorts) due to his particular physique, and resents being teased and discriminated against because of it. He knows he doesn't meet the 6' requirement to be perfect by Western standards. That's probably why he tends to be quite the agitated fellow; people never stopped teasing him, and he doesn't have the personality type that lets that go like water under the bridge. Nate feels as though he needs to overcompensate for his 'underendowment,' and a flavor of arrogance and mischeif have tinged him since high school in order to shield himself from the emotional harm he's endured since grammar school, and show others he's not a freaking Leprechaun, alright?
He has denim-blue eyes and almost-auburn hair that he likes to keep shaggy, rarely ever brushing it except for formal occasions. Nate needs glasses to read, and always wears sunglasses when he goes outside in the daytime, even if it's overcast. He dresses casual, but his idea of casual is expensive; preferring pricier brands and products like Diesel jeans and tees from The Gap, he has a very preppy look about him, despite the generic, dingy, or antiqued nature of his (new) clothes. He will look at you funny if you suggest that he wore out the knees in those jeans himself... 'cause he didn't.
Celeb Appearance: Elijah Wood
Personality: Though it is obvious that Nate was cut from a finer fabric than many other dolls in the world, he doesn't tend to act like it. Nathaniel is spoiled in more ways than one. His father was rich, his stepmother was doting, and the boy wanted for nothing - except that which he could never name. He had things and he had family, but this family was hardly his own, and Nate thirsted for more. The boy always wanted more. Feeling sometimes as though he was falling through the cracks, he grabbed at straws and found that pretending to fill the void was the only thing that could come close. He possesses many, many vices, among them, a great sense of greed. He wants more and more and more than anyone can give him. He is highly competitive, suspicious, jealous, and a tad arrogant in a handful of situations. When he gets mad, he gets very, very mad - and when he gets angry, he explodes. Nathaniel does not like to be bested or shown-up, detesting anyone and anything that does make him feel small and insignificant. He cannot tolerate being overshadowed, and has always believed that he must act out to be noticed. It’s ‘cause he’s a spoiled, rich, short middle-child. Everything is stacked against him.
He isn’t a total jerk, though. Nate has a serious soft spot for small animals.. But only the big-and-furry and spiky-and-scaly kinds. He will take in a stray cat, adopt them off someone who can’t take care of them any longer, even pull over when he’s late for rehearsal when he spots a lost puppy so he can call the number on its tag. Animals were always his sanctuary when he was a kid, and he clings to them now for comfort. Some people see the face of God in the eyes of a child. Nate sees Him in those of a pathetic little corgi at the pound. It is probably for this reason that he chose this show, that he can stand to be around his fellow actors when everyone is in costume. He can see them as animals (at least, the ones who are any good at what they do), and they instantly become that much more likeable. The less human something is, the more Nate is inclined to like it. As twisted as it sounds, it’s true.
All he ever wanted out of life was to escape being what he was. That’s why he’s an actor. That’s why he adores animals. That’s why he lies to people in public settings to make them believe that he’s a rugby player, a philosophy student, or a sleazy car salesman from the worst part of New York (that one is never very successful). Sometimes he will use the excuse that he is ‘method acting’ when he gets into one of his quirky personality alterations, but it really is just an excuse to pretend (sometimes just to be mean to strangers to let off some steam - don‘t tell anyone!). He hates what he is. He hates what the world has ‘done’ to him. Nate just wants to ‘show’ them that he’s not as worthless as he was set up to be, and if he’s gotta be a misanthropic jerk to do it, he’ll gladly oblige. Nathaniel is not so low that his fingers cannot reach into thine eyes.
He stands firm beside what he believes in. Nate is not easily swayed, conned, or persuaded in any way, and he tends to pity people who are particularly gullible. The boy knows what he wants, and it is rare that he flip-flops between anything, unless the options are new and equally beneficial, or too close to call. In such a case, he typically picks the first option on the left. Nathaniel is not afraid to get violent to defend his convictions if it really comes down to it.
Once you earn Nate’s friendship, you have it forever. If you can prove to him that you are not going to treat him like dirt or stab him in the back, you will have a very powerful ally. In his youth, Nate preferred to form allies over friendships, and even now he’ll probably assess your bond as such until you get a little closer, but don’t write his allegiance off as a necessary evil in order to keep your name off his sh*t-list. He will have your back, and he will rally against your opponent. Yep. He’s always up for a high-school clique war.
But that’s only when he’s feeling passionate or particularly worked up about the issue. If it’s something he doesn’t care about, he’ll talk out a string of possibilities, but do nothing. Nate has to feel strongly about something in order to do anything about it, and though he’s typically a very involved and gung-ho person, he has his moments… It may be for a week, two weeks on end, that he will sit and do nothing, offering no advice, administering no retribution. He will allow the world to pass him by while he hides away in his dressing room, hotel room, bathroom. When he’s been disappointed too deeply, when his self-esteem has failed him and someone has really dug deep at his ego, he will withdraw. There is no way to bring him out of this, and no one should waste their time trying. He won’t budge. Leave him alone when he’s like this, unless you want to see the real Nate.
The Real Nate is worthless. He is short and he is all-talk, and he is a sensitive guy who wanted nothing more than to be loved for who he was, not what he turned out to be. He doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t talk a whole lot either. Nothing will come of it. There’s no sense wasting energy just to waste time. If you meet him in this condition, he will remember you, and he will attach to you. You will form a bond with him that he will never be able to speak unless he is depressed. If he doesn’t drive you out before the next time that happens, you will be rewarded with his loyalty, honesty, and a control over him that no one else can harness.
He will swear up and down that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, but it means the world to him to know that he has the approval of the people who matter. He isn’t a kiss-ass, and won’t go out of his way to earn your gold star (he’s too proud for that), so if you reject him, he’ll reject you right back and look for someone else to validate him - but Nate needs to know that at least someone likes him, or he can’t keep going. He also wants to know what everyone thinks of everything else, the little gossip-monger. Bah!
Likes: 'Old' music (1960-1980, emphasis on Electric Light Orchestra, Supertramp, and Rush), keychains, Indian food, cuddly animals, old movies and musicals (anything with Gene Kelly), watching skateboarders eat pavement, and new clothes.
Dislikes: Disease/hospitals, people in positions they are not qualified for, plastic surgery, pregnant women, small children, pop and hip-hop/rap music, yellow or black walls (inside or outside a building), and radicals/activists/fundamentalists/etc.
History: Nate is the first son of Martin Ford, a wealthy American businessman, and Diana Driscoll, an Irish secretary. His father had two children from a previous marriage, a pair of girls named Alison and Tracy, barely two years apart. When Nate was four, Diana was killed in a car crash just months after giving birth to his little sister Faith, who survived the impact in her carseat. The two spent weeks in the hospital before finally, his mother passed peacefully in the night, with a sleeping Nathaniel hanging on the bed at her side. When he woke, she was gone. His fear of hospitals was engrained early with an all-too-grievous event.
Faith was (forcibly) adopted by Diana’s sister shortly after the funeral, pronouncing that Martin knew nothing about caring for small daughters, but he could take the son as that seemed more his area of expertise. Nate stayed with his father, who did not seem to complain about anything that had just happened. He does not remember his mother, nor does he have a very strong bond with Faith - in fact, they barely know each other. He regrets it a little now, but does nothing to contact her even though he has her number and address. It would be too awkward.
Nate was lost, and with his father so busy with work, he was left to his older half-sisters to take care of him until he was old enough to go to school. Alison, the younger of the two, was the one to bond with little Nathaniel, and she stayed with him any time he needed her. Though she was seven years older than he, it was not so much that she was out of his generator, or so little that they ever fought.
Alison had a black pet rabbit who lived at her mother’s house, and one day when little Nate was feeling rather under the weather, she brought it to him to cheer him up. That meant the entire world to the boy. She ended up giving the animal to him after seeing how bright his eyes got when he saw it, and slowly Alison began notice that her little brother was perking up every passing day he spent with her pet.
At school, he was picked on for his size, teased when no one came in to see his work at open house, ridiculed that the only person available to talk to the teacher when he punched another child in the jaw was his half-sister who attended the same school. “Your parents don’t want you,” they told him. “And she’s not even your real sister.” They called him names and spat on him because they could. It didn’t help that he wasn’t the best student in class; Nate frequently failed math and spelling tests, and often spent recesses in the classroom with the teacher. But all hardships aside, that little black rabbit made things better once he came home.
The time came that Martin Ford took another wife, a divorcee they called Catherine. This one was much older than Nate’s mother had been, closer to Father’s own age this time, and though she was a terribly nice woman and loved the children dearly, she only showed it (like their father) with money, and never became terribly close with any of Martin’s children. Soon, Nate found himself strolling through museums and aquariums, shipped off to summer camp and boarding schools, and attending the theatre. He was nine when he saw his first show: The King and I.
At intermission, he pleaded with Catherine to get him onstage with the other children, but she only laughed and told him to wait. She seemed to think he‘d enjoy it more from the audience… he disagreed. Nate knew that the people onstage were not really a schoolteacher and the King of Siam. That was perfect. He wanted to be the King of Siam too. Squirming in his seat until curtain call, the boy knew where he belonged. He knew he wanted to live his life as everything but little nothing Nathaniel. You didn‘t need to be able to spell or multiply by seven when you were the King of Siam - that was for sure.
Catherine and his father surprised him on his next birthday with acting lessons at a local school. He spiraled out of control from there. Acting was his gateway into dancing and singing, and he never stopped. Nate was much better at dancing than singing, but at the insistence of his teachers, he began taking voice lessons to improve his skill. Though he will always argue it never paid off, he isn‘t a bad vocalist at all. He‘ll never be Frank Sinatra, that much is certain, but his songs are not offensive to the ear (anymore). Anytime he must sing solo, he‘ll do one of two things: make a scene about how he refuses to do it, or suck it up, sing, and quickly leave the room and avoid anyone who heard it for as long as possible. He has absolutely no confidence in his voice, and will reject all compliments he receives for it.
When Nate graduated high school, he moved with Alison to Bristol, where he had been accepted at one of the UK’s best theater schools, Bristol Old Vic. His years there were terribly uneventful, packing his life with rehearsal (you know how that goes) and homework, that he barely had time for a social life whatsoever, not that he’d have chosen one anyway. Prior to his graduation from there, one of his professors got him an audition with the Cats Euro tour, and here he‘s been, still mad that he didn‘t get the lead. At least he‘s living his dream, so he can‘t complain.. Too much.
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Other: He is jealous of the actor playing Munkustrap... 'cause that's what he wanted to be and he didn't get it. It's pretty obvious that Nate has something against him, just in the way he acts toward David, or the way he references him in conversation. Anytime David so much as coughs, Nathaniel reminds him he's available as an understudy. What a drama queen.
Nate is an actor/dancer, not a dancer/singer as his boring, generic little role might imply - and he will always correct anyone who so much as insinuates that he is perfect for the role. In fact, he'll probably freak out on you.
He can be a bit of a stinker onstage as well. During Tugger's song, he sometimes joins the female kittens at Jack's feet, and may take a few too many liberties playing around with other actors (and heckling David) in the freer numbers like "The Pekes and the Pollicles." Call him a ham, it's totally true.
He will also refuse to follow the direction of anyone with less experience than him, and if he believes that a director is “wrong” about his character, he will ignore the director’s notes.
Training:
13 years acting (contemporary [13], classical [6])
10 years dance (jazz [10], tap [8], ballet [5])
8 years vocal (musical theatre/contemporary, art)
Waterford Youth Arts - Waterford, Ireland
Bristol Old Vic Theatre School - Bristol, England
Skills: Dialects (C*ckney, Queen's English, Southern United States, New York, French), juggling, basic gymnastics, set building/design
His resume includes (from first role to most recent):
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat - Swing
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe - Edmund
Jesus Christ Superstar - Apostle
Honk! - Cat
Antigone - Haemon
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum - Hysterium
Hair - Woof
A Chorus Line - Mike
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead - Guildenstern
Keyword: Waiting for the Dawn
RPG Sample: Nathaniel groaned as he blinked up from the table, a dull sensation against his cheek. Had he fallen asleep? Was he really that drunk? Either way, the world was blurry and dark… but he didn‘t feel ill… probably wasn‘t all that drunk. Maybe a little. His head was positively killing him, he noticed, as he tried to sit up straight. He’d fallen asleep on his copy of Valley Of The Dolls. His back cracked, vertebra by vertebra, and Nate winced at the feeling, at the sound of each one; he didn‘t think he‘d been here long enough to get so d**n stiff. He groaned, trying to blink the haze of dreams and alcohol from his eyes, failing spectacularly, even as his eyes lost the droop of sleep. It really was this dim in the room.
“What the hell time is it?” he moaned, trying to look around for a clock, even a person to ask. He was disoriented and ached all over. There were answers to be had here. The only thing he found, aside from the book, was a smear of darkness on the surface next to him. His hand groped at it, finding only his own blazer jacket, a couple of papers in the left front pocket, and his cell phone. Phone! The phone would have the time… He flipped it open, anticipating a blinding glow and a three-to-four digit number to greet him. All he saw was black. It ran out of battery. It had been running out of battery all yesterday, d**nit!
Nate rose from his seat, taking in his surroundings a bit more once he was on his feet. A table, two chairs… he was in his hotel room, all the lights off, both beds made. His roommate didn’t appear to be here, hardly left traces of his existence at all. At least the luggage was still there. He decided to check his for good measure. It was entirely possible that someone drugged his drink and stole everything. They probably did. He wouldn’t put it past his roommate to at least knock him out. He unzipped the luggage, expecting to find little more than a toothbrush. All still there. It was at that moment he noticed the note folded, shoved into the frame the mirror.
Went 2 C Mamma Mia with the cast. U looked so cozy with ur gin and ur books already, I decided 2 leave u there. See u in the mornin sleeping beauty!
He crumbled the note in his fist and threw it hard against the glass. Good lord, it was really going to be one of those weeks.
Real Name: Lola
Age: 21
Other Characters: N/A
Email/Messenger: AIM: Vivitevka
Experience with RPG: ...ten years?
Route: X2 is my part-time lover :V Just kidding, she mentioned it on Eff (and now there's an ad up for it!)
About Character
Name: Nathaniel James Ford
Nicknames: Nate
Role: Bill Bailey
Age/Year: 25
Tour Date: Two years
Home Town: Waterford, Ireland
Appearance: Nate is a fit guy, not thin or necessarily ripped, but muscled enough where his dancing demands. At 5'6", he appears shorter than he really is sometimes in certain clothes (t-shirts and shorts) due to his particular physique, and resents being teased and discriminated against because of it. He knows he doesn't meet the 6' requirement to be perfect by Western standards. That's probably why he tends to be quite the agitated fellow; people never stopped teasing him, and he doesn't have the personality type that lets that go like water under the bridge. Nate feels as though he needs to overcompensate for his 'underendowment,' and a flavor of arrogance and mischeif have tinged him since high school in order to shield himself from the emotional harm he's endured since grammar school, and show others he's not a freaking Leprechaun, alright?
He has denim-blue eyes and almost-auburn hair that he likes to keep shaggy, rarely ever brushing it except for formal occasions. Nate needs glasses to read, and always wears sunglasses when he goes outside in the daytime, even if it's overcast. He dresses casual, but his idea of casual is expensive; preferring pricier brands and products like Diesel jeans and tees from The Gap, he has a very preppy look about him, despite the generic, dingy, or antiqued nature of his (new) clothes. He will look at you funny if you suggest that he wore out the knees in those jeans himself... 'cause he didn't.
Celeb Appearance: Elijah Wood
Personality: Though it is obvious that Nate was cut from a finer fabric than many other dolls in the world, he doesn't tend to act like it. Nathaniel is spoiled in more ways than one. His father was rich, his stepmother was doting, and the boy wanted for nothing - except that which he could never name. He had things and he had family, but this family was hardly his own, and Nate thirsted for more. The boy always wanted more. Feeling sometimes as though he was falling through the cracks, he grabbed at straws and found that pretending to fill the void was the only thing that could come close. He possesses many, many vices, among them, a great sense of greed. He wants more and more and more than anyone can give him. He is highly competitive, suspicious, jealous, and a tad arrogant in a handful of situations. When he gets mad, he gets very, very mad - and when he gets angry, he explodes. Nathaniel does not like to be bested or shown-up, detesting anyone and anything that does make him feel small and insignificant. He cannot tolerate being overshadowed, and has always believed that he must act out to be noticed. It’s ‘cause he’s a spoiled, rich, short middle-child. Everything is stacked against him.
He isn’t a total jerk, though. Nate has a serious soft spot for small animals.. But only the big-and-furry and spiky-and-scaly kinds. He will take in a stray cat, adopt them off someone who can’t take care of them any longer, even pull over when he’s late for rehearsal when he spots a lost puppy so he can call the number on its tag. Animals were always his sanctuary when he was a kid, and he clings to them now for comfort. Some people see the face of God in the eyes of a child. Nate sees Him in those of a pathetic little corgi at the pound. It is probably for this reason that he chose this show, that he can stand to be around his fellow actors when everyone is in costume. He can see them as animals (at least, the ones who are any good at what they do), and they instantly become that much more likeable. The less human something is, the more Nate is inclined to like it. As twisted as it sounds, it’s true.
All he ever wanted out of life was to escape being what he was. That’s why he’s an actor. That’s why he adores animals. That’s why he lies to people in public settings to make them believe that he’s a rugby player, a philosophy student, or a sleazy car salesman from the worst part of New York (that one is never very successful). Sometimes he will use the excuse that he is ‘method acting’ when he gets into one of his quirky personality alterations, but it really is just an excuse to pretend (sometimes just to be mean to strangers to let off some steam - don‘t tell anyone!). He hates what he is. He hates what the world has ‘done’ to him. Nate just wants to ‘show’ them that he’s not as worthless as he was set up to be, and if he’s gotta be a misanthropic jerk to do it, he’ll gladly oblige. Nathaniel is not so low that his fingers cannot reach into thine eyes.
He stands firm beside what he believes in. Nate is not easily swayed, conned, or persuaded in any way, and he tends to pity people who are particularly gullible. The boy knows what he wants, and it is rare that he flip-flops between anything, unless the options are new and equally beneficial, or too close to call. In such a case, he typically picks the first option on the left. Nathaniel is not afraid to get violent to defend his convictions if it really comes down to it.
Once you earn Nate’s friendship, you have it forever. If you can prove to him that you are not going to treat him like dirt or stab him in the back, you will have a very powerful ally. In his youth, Nate preferred to form allies over friendships, and even now he’ll probably assess your bond as such until you get a little closer, but don’t write his allegiance off as a necessary evil in order to keep your name off his sh*t-list. He will have your back, and he will rally against your opponent. Yep. He’s always up for a high-school clique war.
But that’s only when he’s feeling passionate or particularly worked up about the issue. If it’s something he doesn’t care about, he’ll talk out a string of possibilities, but do nothing. Nate has to feel strongly about something in order to do anything about it, and though he’s typically a very involved and gung-ho person, he has his moments… It may be for a week, two weeks on end, that he will sit and do nothing, offering no advice, administering no retribution. He will allow the world to pass him by while he hides away in his dressing room, hotel room, bathroom. When he’s been disappointed too deeply, when his self-esteem has failed him and someone has really dug deep at his ego, he will withdraw. There is no way to bring him out of this, and no one should waste their time trying. He won’t budge. Leave him alone when he’s like this, unless you want to see the real Nate.
The Real Nate is worthless. He is short and he is all-talk, and he is a sensitive guy who wanted nothing more than to be loved for who he was, not what he turned out to be. He doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t talk a whole lot either. Nothing will come of it. There’s no sense wasting energy just to waste time. If you meet him in this condition, he will remember you, and he will attach to you. You will form a bond with him that he will never be able to speak unless he is depressed. If he doesn’t drive you out before the next time that happens, you will be rewarded with his loyalty, honesty, and a control over him that no one else can harness.
He will swear up and down that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, but it means the world to him to know that he has the approval of the people who matter. He isn’t a kiss-ass, and won’t go out of his way to earn your gold star (he’s too proud for that), so if you reject him, he’ll reject you right back and look for someone else to validate him - but Nate needs to know that at least someone likes him, or he can’t keep going. He also wants to know what everyone thinks of everything else, the little gossip-monger. Bah!
Likes: 'Old' music (1960-1980, emphasis on Electric Light Orchestra, Supertramp, and Rush), keychains, Indian food, cuddly animals, old movies and musicals (anything with Gene Kelly), watching skateboarders eat pavement, and new clothes.
Dislikes: Disease/hospitals, people in positions they are not qualified for, plastic surgery, pregnant women, small children, pop and hip-hop/rap music, yellow or black walls (inside or outside a building), and radicals/activists/fundamentalists/etc.
History: Nate is the first son of Martin Ford, a wealthy American businessman, and Diana Driscoll, an Irish secretary. His father had two children from a previous marriage, a pair of girls named Alison and Tracy, barely two years apart. When Nate was four, Diana was killed in a car crash just months after giving birth to his little sister Faith, who survived the impact in her carseat. The two spent weeks in the hospital before finally, his mother passed peacefully in the night, with a sleeping Nathaniel hanging on the bed at her side. When he woke, she was gone. His fear of hospitals was engrained early with an all-too-grievous event.
Faith was (forcibly) adopted by Diana’s sister shortly after the funeral, pronouncing that Martin knew nothing about caring for small daughters, but he could take the son as that seemed more his area of expertise. Nate stayed with his father, who did not seem to complain about anything that had just happened. He does not remember his mother, nor does he have a very strong bond with Faith - in fact, they barely know each other. He regrets it a little now, but does nothing to contact her even though he has her number and address. It would be too awkward.
Nate was lost, and with his father so busy with work, he was left to his older half-sisters to take care of him until he was old enough to go to school. Alison, the younger of the two, was the one to bond with little Nathaniel, and she stayed with him any time he needed her. Though she was seven years older than he, it was not so much that she was out of his generator, or so little that they ever fought.
Alison had a black pet rabbit who lived at her mother’s house, and one day when little Nate was feeling rather under the weather, she brought it to him to cheer him up. That meant the entire world to the boy. She ended up giving the animal to him after seeing how bright his eyes got when he saw it, and slowly Alison began notice that her little brother was perking up every passing day he spent with her pet.
At school, he was picked on for his size, teased when no one came in to see his work at open house, ridiculed that the only person available to talk to the teacher when he punched another child in the jaw was his half-sister who attended the same school. “Your parents don’t want you,” they told him. “And she’s not even your real sister.” They called him names and spat on him because they could. It didn’t help that he wasn’t the best student in class; Nate frequently failed math and spelling tests, and often spent recesses in the classroom with the teacher. But all hardships aside, that little black rabbit made things better once he came home.
The time came that Martin Ford took another wife, a divorcee they called Catherine. This one was much older than Nate’s mother had been, closer to Father’s own age this time, and though she was a terribly nice woman and loved the children dearly, she only showed it (like their father) with money, and never became terribly close with any of Martin’s children. Soon, Nate found himself strolling through museums and aquariums, shipped off to summer camp and boarding schools, and attending the theatre. He was nine when he saw his first show: The King and I.
At intermission, he pleaded with Catherine to get him onstage with the other children, but she only laughed and told him to wait. She seemed to think he‘d enjoy it more from the audience… he disagreed. Nate knew that the people onstage were not really a schoolteacher and the King of Siam. That was perfect. He wanted to be the King of Siam too. Squirming in his seat until curtain call, the boy knew where he belonged. He knew he wanted to live his life as everything but little nothing Nathaniel. You didn‘t need to be able to spell or multiply by seven when you were the King of Siam - that was for sure.
Catherine and his father surprised him on his next birthday with acting lessons at a local school. He spiraled out of control from there. Acting was his gateway into dancing and singing, and he never stopped. Nate was much better at dancing than singing, but at the insistence of his teachers, he began taking voice lessons to improve his skill. Though he will always argue it never paid off, he isn‘t a bad vocalist at all. He‘ll never be Frank Sinatra, that much is certain, but his songs are not offensive to the ear (anymore). Anytime he must sing solo, he‘ll do one of two things: make a scene about how he refuses to do it, or suck it up, sing, and quickly leave the room and avoid anyone who heard it for as long as possible. He has absolutely no confidence in his voice, and will reject all compliments he receives for it.
When Nate graduated high school, he moved with Alison to Bristol, where he had been accepted at one of the UK’s best theater schools, Bristol Old Vic. His years there were terribly uneventful, packing his life with rehearsal (you know how that goes) and homework, that he barely had time for a social life whatsoever, not that he’d have chosen one anyway. Prior to his graduation from there, one of his professors got him an audition with the Cats Euro tour, and here he‘s been, still mad that he didn‘t get the lead. At least he‘s living his dream, so he can‘t complain.. Too much.
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Other: He is jealous of the actor playing Munkustrap... 'cause that's what he wanted to be and he didn't get it. It's pretty obvious that Nate has something against him, just in the way he acts toward David, or the way he references him in conversation. Anytime David so much as coughs, Nathaniel reminds him he's available as an understudy. What a drama queen.
Nate is an actor/dancer, not a dancer/singer as his boring, generic little role might imply - and he will always correct anyone who so much as insinuates that he is perfect for the role. In fact, he'll probably freak out on you.
He can be a bit of a stinker onstage as well. During Tugger's song, he sometimes joins the female kittens at Jack's feet, and may take a few too many liberties playing around with other actors (and heckling David) in the freer numbers like "The Pekes and the Pollicles." Call him a ham, it's totally true.
He will also refuse to follow the direction of anyone with less experience than him, and if he believes that a director is “wrong” about his character, he will ignore the director’s notes.
Training:
13 years acting (contemporary [13], classical [6])
10 years dance (jazz [10], tap [8], ballet [5])
8 years vocal (musical theatre/contemporary, art)
Waterford Youth Arts - Waterford, Ireland
Bristol Old Vic Theatre School - Bristol, England
Skills: Dialects (C*ckney, Queen's English, Southern United States, New York, French), juggling, basic gymnastics, set building/design
His resume includes (from first role to most recent):
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat - Swing
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe - Edmund
Jesus Christ Superstar - Apostle
Honk! - Cat
Antigone - Haemon
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum - Hysterium
Hair - Woof
A Chorus Line - Mike
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead - Guildenstern
Keyword: Waiting for the Dawn
RPG Sample: Nathaniel groaned as he blinked up from the table, a dull sensation against his cheek. Had he fallen asleep? Was he really that drunk? Either way, the world was blurry and dark… but he didn‘t feel ill… probably wasn‘t all that drunk. Maybe a little. His head was positively killing him, he noticed, as he tried to sit up straight. He’d fallen asleep on his copy of Valley Of The Dolls. His back cracked, vertebra by vertebra, and Nate winced at the feeling, at the sound of each one; he didn‘t think he‘d been here long enough to get so d**n stiff. He groaned, trying to blink the haze of dreams and alcohol from his eyes, failing spectacularly, even as his eyes lost the droop of sleep. It really was this dim in the room.
“What the hell time is it?” he moaned, trying to look around for a clock, even a person to ask. He was disoriented and ached all over. There were answers to be had here. The only thing he found, aside from the book, was a smear of darkness on the surface next to him. His hand groped at it, finding only his own blazer jacket, a couple of papers in the left front pocket, and his cell phone. Phone! The phone would have the time… He flipped it open, anticipating a blinding glow and a three-to-four digit number to greet him. All he saw was black. It ran out of battery. It had been running out of battery all yesterday, d**nit!
Nate rose from his seat, taking in his surroundings a bit more once he was on his feet. A table, two chairs… he was in his hotel room, all the lights off, both beds made. His roommate didn’t appear to be here, hardly left traces of his existence at all. At least the luggage was still there. He decided to check his for good measure. It was entirely possible that someone drugged his drink and stole everything. They probably did. He wouldn’t put it past his roommate to at least knock him out. He unzipped the luggage, expecting to find little more than a toothbrush. All still there. It was at that moment he noticed the note folded, shoved into the frame the mirror.
Went 2 C Mamma Mia with the cast. U looked so cozy with ur gin and ur books already, I decided 2 leave u there. See u in the mornin sleeping beauty!
He crumbled the note in his fist and threw it hard against the glass. Good lord, it was really going to be one of those weeks.
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