❝Bruised knuckles are a sign of an impatient man.❞
- Name: Nathaniel Finch
- Species: Vampire
- Age: 61
- Sexuality: Pansexual
- Master of: Calen Tiberius Icarus
- Occupation: Guard at the Chateau
- Turn-Ons: Perfection, Aggression, Gradual obedience, Power struggles, Blood, Violence, Intelligence.
- Turn-Offs: Watersports/Scat, Immediate submission, Promiscuity, Herd conformity, Stupidity.
- Face Claim: Alexander Skarsgard
✑ Background: Nathaniel Finch, as half the country knows, is one of the finest fighters that ever graced the states. He was undefeated, not a single man could face him and stand till the twelfth round, and none could walk away without assistance from someone else. It seemed nothing could stop the rising star athlete. He had more money than he knew what to do with and so many girls begging for his attention that he never had to sleep alone.
Like some success stories, Nathaniel had crawled to stardom from the worst of conditions, stemming from the Bronx of New York City. His mother tried hard to give her son a good life and teach him what he’d need to approach the world, and his father was a notorious boxer around the area. It was his father who taught Nathaniel how to fight; it was their form of father-son bonding. Nathaniel made good use of those skills as his peers taunted him, saying his father was a fixed fighter, throwing matches for the right amount of money. Nathaniel never believed them until the day his father was murdered when he refused to throw a fight.
The death hit the family where it hurt most, not only stripping them of a father and husband, but the main caretaker of the family. It was Nathaniel who stepped up to the plate at the age of 18, using the only trade he knew to rake in the cash: boxing. It didn’t take long for the kid to earn a name; he was one hell of a fighter. Despite his agility and strength, he was no match for the big leagues, and he wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he could carry on a boxing career into his older years. He needed a little extra help. This is when he turned to the darker corners of New York to discover a vampire who after some persuasion and after some heated sex, sank their teeth into him and gave him the gift of immortality. He had gained the edge that allowed him to walk away from every match victorious and without a scratch; the same however could not be said about his opponents. He had sold his soul for the ability to win every fight, and win he did, until he beat out the competition in New York, literally, and caught the attention of the nation. The attention of the public was not the only thing he gained, for being a vampire he required blood, and as a newborn he desired a lot of it. His path into the big leagues had left a cookie crumb trail of dead bodies all leading to him.
The chairmen of the National Boxing Association had discovered he was a vampire and removed him from the champion league for “using supernatural enhancements.” They couldn’t take his champion belt away, he wouldn’t allow them, and after he discovered the news he went into a rage. Seeking revenge against those who turned on him, he murdered all of the head members of the league that voted him out, then his previous competitors, and then anyone else he found a reason to. After his blood spree, he grew bored. He couldn’t fight for pleasure like he once did, and the police stood no chance against the vampire in terms of bringing him in. Then he finally caught word of a city that bled on its own, intrigued he wandered in, conversing with the vampire King to gain the job of a guard at the Chateau. Now he just gets to beats the shit out of slaves who dare to challenge him.
✑ Secret: Despite Nathaniel’s constant need for perfection, he’s constantly in confrontation with his own flaws. He masks it by having high demands for others in hopes that no one will see exactly how uncomfortable with himself he’s capable of being.
✑ Personality: Nathaniel is an ass. He is cocky and rude to an extreme because he believes no one will be able to stop him from doing so for if it escalated to a fight, he’d win with his boxing abilities. There is no one he won’t challenge, sometimes even pushing the Vampire Alpha. He also has one of the worst tempers in Covaire, some of the littlest things can set him off and if a slave was even to attempt to mouth off to him he’d probably end up breaking their jaw. In a way he has a God complex, the only one he considers on the same level as himself are the Alphas. Despite this, he still holds just a sliver of sympathy for the slaves. Growing up in the Bronx with nothing, he knows some of the hardships they suffer. He understands them some. Still, in his position, as cold as he is, he holds little to no true care for any of them. Don’t let those bright blue eyes and blonde hair fool you into thinking there is a tenderness hidden somewhere beneath that toned surface, his knuckles are forever stained with blood and he’s always looking to add another layer.
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