Nathaniel Tyrfing
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Beast Windwing |
|---|---|
| Court | Autumn Court • |
| Freehold | The Sepulcher |
| Player | Brent Dorsey |
~*~ Shifting Sands: Character Mechanics ~*~
Alias(es): Moth boy, Armuchee Moth Man
Location: Rome, Georgia
Apparent Age: 23
Concept: Herald of that to come
Court: Autumn
Virtue: Faith
Vice: Sloth
Relevant Mechanics:
- Autumn Mantle oo
~*~ To Touch the Threads: Appearance ~*~
Mein: Tall, slender, and sleek of skin and features. Most noteable of his features are the backward sweeping "antennae" that mount from his brow and the shimmering wings of his ancestry. Sweeping markings sprawl and move over his figure and face, and his eyes are deep blue-violet pools that look at nothing in particular, but give the feeling that if the focused on someone, they could see through any facade.
Masque: In a similar build to his mein, he stands tall and slender with an androgynous visage and frame. Often wearing his long hair pulled back save for the long bangs that frame his face, and tends to dress with oriental accoutrements.
~*~ What from the Forest Came: Known History ~*~
Information here is commonly known.
It was a little before the turn of the millenium that Nathaniel slipped into the Floyd County area, or at least as close as anyone can tell. He had only faint ties to the Freehold in the area, and he expressed passing comments about the original Sepulcher's denisens and Amelia Dankspot herself. This, of course lead to rumors of Nathaniel's duities for the freehold around that time as he, too stood noteably in the Autumn path. Around the time that new Lost began to move in and laid claim to the disrupted Freehold, he withdrew to the wilds for some time, leaving them to their own devices.
Whispers of the mysterious seer that lived in the woods trickled through the occult-minded Lost, and even a few humans sought the source of the Moth-Man-like sightings throughout the county. A sparce few Lost actually found him, and on the rare occasion he would come and share a crucial portent to a resident changeling.
In recent years, he has made his presence more directly known and helping the Freehold members more closely. Still quite shy and flighty, he remains to the sides, but his guidance is much more readily available to the changelings of his Freehold. None know where he resides, or if he even has a particular home, but it is actually possible to catch a glimpse of him in the more bustling areas of the county. Similarly, he has mentioned to one or two Lost that he is starting a business in Rome - a New Age coffee shop of sorts, and promises it to have a welcoming atmosphere to those of most walks of life.
Current Activities
Plans are in the works for a new shop to specialize in New Age goods, tea, and coffee. Word is that it will lean toward catering to the Lost.
~*~ Shimmers in the Past: Background ~*~
Stay a while and listen. Information in the section is not readily available.
There was once a boy who loved to play in the woods and call to the animals. His grandmother warned him of the dangers that lie deep in the wild places, since his parents had passed on and couldn't warn him theirselves. He did not want to disobey her, but he, like most children, are called by that which they do not know. Each day, then he wandered deeper and deeper into the forest and found more and more wonders. This is where he found the grove of the glowing flowers.
In this tale, like most tales, there was a girl that the boy liked very much. Her name was Sara, and she had hair that burned like fire. This boy wanted her to like him very much, so he descided he would give her something noone else could: A glowing flower from the secret grove.
One night, he went deep into the forest, and found his way to the grove like he had done many times before, and went to the glowing blooms that covered the floor of the forest there. One should never pick flowers from a sacred place, but he, like most children, was wont to do things that one shouldn't. Just one bloom was all he took, but that was when he saw the strange creature. It gazed at him, but was neither afraid, nor was it hungry. It turned away and walked into the trees, but turned and looked at the boy, waiting. One should never follow a creature from a sacred place once one had taken from there, though, like most children, he did what one may should not.
On and on he followed the creature through tree and brush and briar, but at once, he lost the strange creature as if it vanished into the night. This was when the boy found the grove. A grove like one he had seen in his dreams. Where queer plants and flowers grew, some glowed like the flowers he had seen before, and faint lights drifted lazily through the air on a breeze in their dreams. It was in this splendor that the moaning of trees drew him to look upon the grand keeper of the grove. A creature what lept from someone's dreams ages ago, or perhaps their nightmares.
It rose to stand high above the trees of the strange forest, though it had coiling briars and fire where legs would be. All seemed to have burst up from the ground for the rose from somewhere beneath broken earth. A body of gnarled oak, and inside the open chest a silent green fire blazed with a primal passion unlike any emotion the boy knew. Atop is neck, there was a skull of something like a deer with grand antlers, but the tusks that jut forth from its jaw spoke of a stranger creature never yet seen. Perhaps a mantle of something long past. the empty, flame-licked sockets gazed at the boy for a time, and then silently it seemed to approve in some way of his presence. It then reached down and offered a small, ripe fruit from its grove to the boy. One should never take of the food of a strange place, but he, like most children, oft do what the should not.
The little moth served the Willder quietly. The Willder never spoke, nor did the Moth, but that was how things were. Others had named it, the Willder it was called, and this the moth learned. The moth did not speak, but listened well and that was how it knew so much. For this, the Willder sent it far and wide, and behind it would come the hounds. Castles of wind and ice, to burning caverns deep below the earth, all held it in audience, for they must hear its quiet word. Sometimes it was welcomed, others fought away, sometimes it brought sorrow, but never long did it stay. This was how things were.
"But... Were they always this way?"
The question rose slowly, and was the first the moth had asked. Its dreams were strange but familiar, and kept it stirring at night. The question grew from a seed planted by a song he heard from a tower that drifted across the seas of clouds. He heard it in the caverns, and in castles, and gardens that bloomed stars. It was the song of Otherwhere - that place they all forgot. The question rose and filled him, driving him to flight. Silent, but swift, and wandering as if in a dream. Onward he flew over lands he long forgot toward that he once did know. On and on 'till that something like cold, grey, and still below.
Children usually shy from homes long abandoned, but the moth was not a child and he stepped in to the answers he so sought. Pictures and hallways called to him, a chorus of memories rising through the gloom. Louder they rose till the stone he found nestled in the grounds. His joy then pain as the nightmare took hold and off he soared from the sorrows he had brought himself to.
In his flight the blazing eyes met him along the forest path. Cries of horror and they each did dive from their intended paths. A time of silence since the rending screech, and the moth did find the broken body of the metal creature still and scattered among the trees. In he peered through the shattered glass and found what would be himself looking back in a pain-filled bewilderment. A moment more and he faded away into dust, leaves and a lone animal skull, drifting into the nightmare he was wandering through. Beyond where he was, sat Sara reddened and lifeless. Gone, then, was his last hold on the life he sought. Into the night he flew again, seeking the door to wake from his tormenting dream and into one of better portents.
Sometime later, he stood in the cold grey afternoon sky and watched an empty casket lowered into the ground. Kind words, but they talked about someone else. Or was it he who was mistaken and has simply dreamed of this world and a boy lost to the woods? Still, they were memories, and he would hold onto them for that was all he had in this strange, familiar world.
He found others like himself, and learned the ways of the local lands. The moth called himself Nathaniel, for he wanted to leave his memories in their slumber and not rouse them to turn his new dream to further sorrow. He also found others who had the sight he knew well, and they made a pact to find that-to-come so they could protect those they cared for. Nathaniel mingled with the other Lost Ones for a time, but descided to move away from their pressing questions. He withdrew into the wilds again, carefully keeping from wandering too far, but just beyond what they could see. He drifted into quiet rumor and became a whisper among the few who sought to know the fates. The few who found him came back with portents they often did not want to share, but more often proved true.
He has recently come back to the light of the gathering Lost in hopes to share his gifts with the others. He sees change coming and wants to do what he can to help the lost souls make their way through the clouded paths they all walk.
Basic Timeline
Upon the Aether...
~*~ Through the Eyes of the Seer: Other Lost ~*~
- Von Riffhound - "Though the title may pass, he is yet the Wayward Winter King. If he wishes to be lost, I shall not seek him."
- Fragile - "The shimmering construct of shards built around a gentle heart. A Lost I am proud walks a path near mine."
- Mallory Schadenfreude - "Makes a good deal of effort to support his fellows, but some of his means I cannot agree with. The path is more important than the destination."
- Jack - "Made a wonderful Summer king, and threw a wonderful party. His fellows are loud, but he has a demeanor I can relate to."
- Piper - "Brilliant beacon of hope to us all, and a cheerful nature that cannot be muted. She just talks too much to learn the lessons that would be taught to her."
- Hannah - "One of the kindest who resides here. She does far more than her share, and is too hard on herself for it. Such is the price of showing capability."
~*~ Whispers upon the Wind: Rumors ~*~
Feel free to add any murmurs or whispers here.
- It is said that looking into his eyes, you can see the next misfortune to befall you.
- Some say the dust from his wings brings good luck if brushed over your brow under moonlight.
- It is rumored that if you offer him something valuable enough, he may tell you how you will die or how to bring the most fortune.
~*~ Echoes of our Path: Quotes ~*~
Comments or views from others are welcome here.
~*~ Beyond the Beyond: OOC Information ~*~
Character Ties
e-mail amberdragon323@yahoo.com if you seek a connection.
Character Inspirations
- Moths
- Oneiromancy
- Eccentric New Age shop owners
- Mothman Prophecies
- Soratami from Magic: The Gathering - Kamigawa Block
- Local and personal stories
- Dreamtime imagery
- Native American Mythos
- Eastern Mythos and traditional styles
Soundtrack
Feel welcome to add any tracks you feel would fit Nathaniel
- "Sweet Dreams" - Deep Forest
- "Moondance" - Nightwish
- "Ballad of Tam'Lin" - Folksong(?)
- "Colors" - Utada Hikaru
- "Butterfly Caught" - Massive Attack
- "(Sacred) Animals" - BT
