Title: CARROW, nathaniel amycus
nathaniel carrow - September 2, 2007 05:28 AM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ nathaniel amycus carrow ]
[ nathaniel amycus carrow ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: kyleigh
age: sixteen sugar.
contact: --
experience: --
how'd you find us? --
[ w h o are you?
full name: nathaniel amycus carrow
explain the names:
nickname: nathan, nat, carrow
age/year: seventeen ain't so sweet for the seventh year.
house: slytHISSerin
any titles?: quidditch.
[ show some skin!
eye color: blue-y green
hair color: brown
skin tone: fair
celebrity portrayal: jamie dornan <3
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
- blood
pain
torture
medieval torture method
sex
cigarettes
woman
screaming
death
fear
innocence
submission
knifes
chains
rape
murder
stealing
cheating
lying
drinking
biting
raw fucking.
- sunshine
rainbows
happiness
clouds
smiles
gryffindors
crying
begging
whores
sluts
hoes
books
school
studying
music
dancing
hugging
Avada Kedavra
the other unforgivables
flowers
children
animals
shopping
- passionate
headstrong
intelligent
cunning
strong
competitive
deceptive
charming
hypnotic
cruel
- jealous
temperamental
argues a lot
an innocent girl
blood
screaming
never shows his true colours
high standards
explosive temper
unemotional
- uses and abuses
toys with your mind
can make you believe anything he says
causes unnecessary amounts of bloodshed and pain
twirls knife through fingers when waiting
- blood
fear
sweat
virginity
boggart: being caught.
dementor:
- She tightened around him as she groaned out his name onto his chest. Her breathe left a burning mark where it hit and his teeth grazes her skin once more. Before long he finished up and pulled himself out. Sitting up he ran a hand through his sweaty hair before proceeding to reach out for the table to the side with his cigarettes on top. Pulling one out of the carton he stuck it between his lips and then lit it. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes feeling the relaxation floating through his veins. His muscles relaxed and he fell against the pillows, one hand tucked under his head. Nathaniel closed his eyes and sighed to himself.
The blonde beside him rolled onto her side and set her hand on his chest. She spread her fingers open and then closed them again before balling her hand into a fist and looking up at Nathaniel with her sultry blue eyes. He didn’t even turn slightly to see her. He simply sat up once more, threw his legs over the side of the bed and then stood up. He didn’t say anything to her as he bent over, with the cigarette hanging out of his lips no less, and pulled on his pants. Doing up his button he grabbed his shirt and threw it over his shoulder heading for the door. As he reached for the handle too slim arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him against her small frame.
Nathan stopped and his eyes darkened as he stood waiting for her to say whatever it was that she was going to say. Her lips pressed up against his back and she trailed them up to his shoulders, and then to his neck where she lightly nibbled and sucked. He stood there uninterestedly waiting for her to finish. But what she did next wasn’t what he expected. Her lips brushed against his jugular before he made out the faint sound of the words, ‘I love you.’ He spun around quickly, transforming so fast from the Casa Nova that she had known only a half an hour before.
“CRUCIO.” He screamed faster then she could react. “NEVER. EVER. SAY THAT TO ME.” He said to her writhing form before storming out of the dormitory, never looking back once.
personality:
- If you're in love with Nathaniel and the word passion frightens you, put on your track shoes and run as if King Kong were pursuing you. He is. I'm not speaking of romantic passion alone, though that may be at the head of the list. I also refer to passionate intensity about politics, work, friendship, religion, food, clothing, life, death and any other categories you can think up. Nathan is not exactly what your psyche needs if you're repelled by emotional excess. Don't look back. Just run.
You'll think I've taken leave of my senses if you've just met that particular person. He's so calm and steady. How could anyone with such obvious self-control be passionate, let alone dangerously so? How indeed. Because he's only bluffing with the surface cool. Inside, his passions are as red hot as that stove you burned your hand on when you were three or four years old and getting into things out of your reach. This man may also be out of reach. He's sizzling underneath his deceptively controlled manner. Don't touch. You know perfectly well how long it takes for burns to heal. Remember? Your hand was stinging for weeks after that episode with the stove when you were in your Buster Browns. After this experience, your heart will burn for months, maybe years, and first aid kits will do little good. Grandma's favorite saying, "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure," applies to both stove burns and Slytherin singes, so play it safe. Make sure you know where you're going and with whom.
If you have an asbestos, fireproof nature, go ahead and play with explosives. You may be able to keep the flames under control and have yourself a powerful fire to warm your heart for a lifetime. Perhaps you're passionate about things yourself. Fine. Then it's simply a matter of degree of heat. If your passion has an automatic thermostat, so it can be turned down to cool when his reads hot, you're safe. Let's pretend you are. The girls who are in danger should be in the next state by now, if they ran fast enough.
As for you women who have analyzed yourselves as safe in a relationship with Nathaniel, let's see if we can find what's hidden behind those hypnotic, piercing eyes. It's pretty certain he hasn't made a neutral impression on you. He's either got you thinking he's boyish and sweet, or that he's wicked and passionate. (There goes that word again.) The trouble is, he's neither. Or maybe I should say he's both. Well, this isn't getting us anywhere. Let's start all over again.
In a word, this man is invincible. Just behind his frosty reserve is a huge pot of boiling steam that bubbles and seethes continually. If you're lucky, he'll keep the lid on. Tight for a lifetime, but a deep injury can blow it right off with a brilliant explosion. It's kind of fascinating to watch. if you're not in its direct line of destruction. Step aside, if you feel it coming. And don't do anything to cause it yourself.
He’ll bewilder you with his twin traits of passion and reason. He's master of both: intellect and emotions rule him equally. Nathaniel is more than intelligent. If he's a highly evolved specimen, he's also deeply philosophical, concerned with mysteries of existence, and he'll come close to knowing the answers.
Normally, Nathan will surround himself with luxury. He'll lean toward excesses in food, drugs, drink, and yes-in love. Most assuredly in love. He's geared for it, with confidence. Romance will never frighten him, puzzle him, or catch him unaware. It's been on his mind ever since he rode his first bicycle. Maybe even his first tricycle. Of course, you could conceivably know Nathaniel who is so absolutely innocent-looking, with such disarming, youthful charm and lack of obvious seductive mannerisms, he's convinced you that passion is over-rated in males.
This man has an explosive temper that can strike a life-time wound. When Nathaniel lashes his deadly tail, the sting bites hard. He not only enjoys winning, he has to win. Something inside him dies when he loses, even in small ways. Like all his other emotions, disappointment never shows on those set features, and his reactions are rigidly controlled, including his romantic intentions. If there's a good reason to avoid the relationship, he’ll burn inside while he's projecting a glacial calm outwardly. He's also capable of torturing a girl cruelly before he finally decides to grab her by the hair and drag her off to his jungle of honeysuckle vines. He'll behave very properly, with or without a chaperone, but don't be deceived. It's merely the desire to keep dignity at all cost. Your reputation must be spotless. He won't stand for ridicule or cheapness, for all his erotic nature.
Nathaniel is a law unto himself, and completely unconcerned with what others think of him. He would like to be respected as a good, solid citizen, but if it interferes with any of his intense ideas or goals, then he couldn't care less, and those who gossip can just go to hell. None of his important decisions are hampered by the opinions of his friends, relatives, neighbors or enemies. I'm sorry to say, not even by you. Don't run away yet. Such beautiful self-containment and sureness of purpose can create a mighty attractive, free spirit who's not always fussing about what people think. Are honesty and courage and integrity such bad bargains? They may have lost a little of their sparkle in today's marketplace, but rub off the dust they've collected, and you can still get them appraised as genuine.
It's quite an experience to see Nathan operate under adversity's black clouds. While others are mumbling and crumbling and grumbling, he is at his forceful, courageous best. He seldom wallows in envy or self-pity, and he doesn't happen to think that life owes him a single farthing. You can just imagine how much time that saves. Instead of pouting in hurt anger when real troubles hit, he meets them head on. Conquer them? But of course.
That's what he was born to do.
One thing is a little frightening, and may require courage on your part. Nathan loves mystery and there's not a single one that crosses his path he won't solve in detail. Since the eternal feminine mystery is any girl's most potent defense and offense, being stripped naked of your mystery can leave you feeling a little exposed. You'll scarcely have a secret left when he starts probing with those burning eyes and piercing questions.
He has high standards, and he won't choose his friends loosely. They'll have to measure up. This is a marvelous, rare kind of man who can share a jug of spirits and joke with rough humor among other men like a bawdy Elizabethan; then tap that deep, inscrutable nature and turn into as gentle and tender a lover as Robert Browning. If there's anything more to ask for in a male animal, I don't know what it might be. Submissiveness and forgiveness? Detachment and caution? That's not fair. You knew he was short on those qualities back in the beginning.
He can be cruel sometimes, for his own, unfathomable reasons, and he may even exhibit a sadistic sense of wit by describing you as fat, dumpy, shrewish and square in front of friends. It's his private joke. Grin, if it kills you. You've been warned that Nathan is compelled to conceal his motives, and this tendency isn't watered down in love. It may even be intensified. He's not about to display his true emotions in front of the world like a vulnerable, smitten schoolboy. Later, when you're alone, he'll tell you what he really thinks.
When it comes to jealousy, you'd better tread very, very carefully. He could burn and erupt like Mount Vesuvius in its heyday if you should accidentally wink near a man when a cinder gets in your eye, and if you ever give him a real reason to be suspicious, you're a very brave woman. But you'd better pack away your own jealous streak in the trunk, and then lock it. It will make no impression at all to drench him in angry tears or reproachful recriminations. No matter how he behaves, just say to yourself, "He loves me, and he will never discard real love for physical promiscuity. He's loyal to his deep ties, and he's only practicing his hypnotic art with those girls." Say it once before each meal, in the morning and at bedtime. Especially at bedtime. Women will find him irresistibly attractive, but keep remembering that if anyone is strong enough to resist such continual flattery and temptation, it's Nathan. Doesn't that make you feel better? It should. It's true.
It won't help much to try to resist this man, once the flame has been stirred and he's decided he wants you. He’ll hypnotize you right out of all your good intentions. The magnetism of Nathaniel is almost tangible. You feel you can reach out and touch it. When you do, you may get a surprise. It will burn you only if you're over-sensitive and scorchable. If you're patient and strong, it will be like touching cool marble. Girls are out of their league with him. It takes a brave woman to fly with the eagle and not crash. He can soar higher than the heavens, then dip down suddenly to earthy expression. Hang on tightly, but keep your eyes open wide, and you'll see horizons with him the timid will never see. Look over there, just beyond the tall fir trees-did you ever in your whole life experience such a sunrise? The sunset will be just as grand.
[ take a look back in time
parents: amycus and jezebel
siblings: younger brother and sister
history:
- oo1. is born :: 0
oo2. siblings are born :: 1
oo3. suffers under the cruciatus curse for the first time :: 4
oo4. kills small animal :: 5
oo5. kills big animal :: 7
oo6. shows magical abilities while setting nanny on fire :: 8
oo7. begins learning about torturing methods :: 9
oo8. given a muggle for his birthday :: 10
oo9. lets her bleed to die :: 10 ¼
o10. gets his Hogwarts letter :: 11
o11. is sorted into Slytherin :: 11
o12. finds acceptance in a group of evil kids :: 11
o13. starts torturing the non-worthy :: 12
o14. first introduction to the female body :: 13
o15. loses virginity :: 14
o16. begins to get really sadistic :: 14
o17. trains in knife handling :: 15
o18. invited to the morte incarnate :: 16
o19. kidnaps someone :: 16
o20. kills someone :: 17
[ the rest of the rest
member title: a n i m a l``I have become.
pets?: virgins, the kidnapped, this first year huff and puff...
anything else about your character we should know?: he's sick?
other: --
roleplay sample:
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nathaniel carrow - September 3, 2007 06:54 PM (GMT)
he's done. shut up about his history.
oo1. you love me.
oo2. I hate male histories more then female ones.
oo3. I can seperate it into 2 different groups for 'paragraphs' if you want.
oo4. bear in mine you do LOVE me. and need males. <3
oo1. you love me.
oo2. I hate male histories more then female ones.
oo3. I can seperate it into 2 different groups for 'paragraphs' if you want.
oo4. bear in mine you do LOVE me. and need males. <3