decayedAngel

Lords of the Underword

@yukisaa
Nathan would sink into his chair, his face getting redder as Vicar comments on it, he would zip up his jacket, speaking quietly "Shaddup.." Before he hears Pain, his voice quite mischievous "I can cause Emotional and Physical pain you know.." A laugh would echo through his skull, Pain quickly taking control of Nathan, Walking toward the girl that houses disease "THIS VESSEL HAS A THING FOR YOU." before Pain seizes control, causing Nathan to grab his head, and notice he is standing infront of her, his blush deepening

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

Nathan would be late, swearing quietly to himself, he would press the console, saying "I'm Nathan Grant, I enlisted fo-" He would quickly be cut off by a womanly voice saying "-You're late. Telekinesis. Get in quickly, And find your room!" Nathan would sigh, saying "Yeah." And quickly stumbling inside the gate, walking slowly once inside, he would stare at the large compound, in the corner of his eye he notices the young woman motioning him inside, he would grin, winking once before moving in quickly, quietly sinking as he sees everyone around.

He would watch two people run off, muttering "Love already.." and beginning to follow them, trying to find his room "Room 12.." He would speak in a hushed voice, making no eye contact with any staff and people. He would find his room to see it is seemingly specked out in random crap on a table, he would sigh, placing his dufflebag on the ground, and beginning to unpack his crap. Underwear, Shirts, Pants, Shorts, Cleaning products "Hm.."

Friends with the Night

Name: Nathan Grant

Gender: Male

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Bio (Not necessary): N/a (Find out IC)

Personality: Quiet, Overprotective, Calm, Content.

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Friends with the Night

Friends with The Night

A small bunch of friends, walking home together one day, they were happy, laughing together, although something seemed off, they all felt nervous, like someone was watching them, And they were. A pack of strange, man like wolves pounced behind and around them, eyes staring over them, their mouths slobbering, as they pounced forward.

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Lords of the Underword

Nathan would quietly swear as he feels a painful slash on his back, his eyes shutting tightly, breathing heavily, quickening but keeping calm, he would stare at the girl walking through, his eyes opening widely, blushing as he looks down, Pain laughing loudly inside his head, causing him to wince, hearing his deep voice "YOU LIKE HER?! BAHAHAHAHA!" Nathan would grip his head, muttering under his breath "Fuck off..."

Power Research Laboratory (PRL)

Appearance:
Name: Nathan Grant
Nickname (if applicable): N/a
Age 12-40: 16
Past(optional): N/a
Personality: Quiet, Introverted, Unhinged from society
Fears: Rats, Spiders, Death
Power they applied for: Telekinesis
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Lords of the Underword

Nathan would finally gain control of his voice once more, grabbing his head and murmuring to himself, Pain whispering in his mind "You know, I picked you, just so I could have someone I could STAB!" He would then cause Nathan to have a stabbing pain in his side, dropping onto a chair he would gasp painfully, before the pain dies down, sweat beading his forehead "...Ghr.." He would let out before shutting his eyes and just listening, the fourth oldest demon inside him torturing him.

(Just a quick note, Since Secrets is the oldest demon, I would say it would go Secrets, Violence, Death, Pain as the top four oldest 'brothers'.)

The Legend of the Silver Trident (A Fairy Tail RP)

Nathan stands up, the nurse walking off as he moves quietly toward the board, scratching his bandaging around his waist and looking past everyone, his eyes landing on an S class mission, tearing it off the wall and saying "Ugh! I have to take a group?!" He would look around and say with a grin "Any ladies?"

Sighing as no ladies attracted any attention he would pin the contract back up onto the wall, moving back to sitting on his own table, sure the women laughed at his antics, but truth be told he was always lonely. Noone to rely on. He would leave himself alone with his thoughts.

Lords of the Underword

Nathan would suddenly feel a rush. His eyes would shut and flash deep purple for a moment, Pain trying to seize control, Nathan would walk into the room slowly, seeing this, taking him off guard, Pain taking over as he growls toward Wrath "Sit down and shut your trap, Kid." Pain being several hundreds years older than Wrath (@hagroden), his eyes flicking to his legs, forcing the vessels legs to weaken under his body weight, causing him to fall backwards, into the chair. "Now, Shall we speak like civilised Demonlords?"

Lords of the Underword

Nathan would say plainly "Nathan." Rubbing his head, and getting up, saying quietly "I need a moment.." And stepping outside the room, coughing violently and looking at his hand, blood on it, Pain saying "I didn't do that. If anything I would that's the work of Illness..But don't fret.." Nathan would quickly feel much better, muttering "..How.." Pain interrupting his train of thought "I can produce pain, and take it away. Call this a free ticket."