Age: 21
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Originally hailing from the isle of Ghastria, Nathaniel was born into a family of whalers. He grew up playing the fields and rested in the shadows of ships for most of his life. When he came of age, the young man set out to the sea along side his father on a whaling ship to bring back oil and meat to trade for valuable food stock from the outside world. Amongst the salt and smoke he was reborn into a strapping young man with hard features from the torturous labor. The docks of a nearby town is where he found true love, or true love as all young people believe, from a woman named Annabeth.
The sight of her large blue eyes and flax blonde took his breath away as she walked down the gang plank from a nobleman's ship. He introduced himself as the "Great Adventurer" Natheniel Fletcher and offered her an orange he stole from the ship. She had agreed to meet him outside of town for a late-night picnic, which he swiftly stole more food from the outside trade his father's ship had done and met her on the town's boarders. The night was filled with wine, cheese, and love until the moon hung over them. The sound of a coach stopping next to them and the unsheathing of rapiers could be heard as the young couple was making love.
Annabeth's father and several house guards stood over the two and she quickly accused the poor boy of raping her. They seized him and strung a rope around his neck, "Hang him high" the father shouted, and they did just that. Fletcher danced and struggled to stay alive as the noose tighten around him until musket fire sounded in the dark. The rope quickly snapped and the young man dropped to the ground; Coughing violently. Stepping from the shadows was his father and others from the ship, cursing and shouting at the nobleman for what almost occurred. Soon enough a fight broke out amongst the two parties and blood flowed like a river. When the bloodshed was done both fathers laid dead on the ground, the guard running off with the daughter and Nathaniel's crew with himself. The island itself holds a population of just over six hundred people, meaning news travels fast of any trouble which is normally met by an angry mob. They quickly set sail for Port-a-Lucine, braving harsh winter storms.
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