Moxirua

Nathaniel Murtaugh

- Nathan, Nate, Mr Murtaugh

- Science and homeroom teacher

- 7ft [From concept art]

- 213lbs

- French European [American Born]

- 48 years old

- He doesn't smoke but does take low dosage edibles (Legal where they are)

- Medicated for Epilepsy

- Autisum [Aspergers Sydrome]

- 1 child: Ashton Murtaugh

- 0/13 vision on 20/20 vision scale [0 for the missing eye]

- Chemistry and biology enthusiast

- The scar on his face is from the cannon event. He also has scars on his hands from usual work in the school labs. The viles he had spilled on his face when he fell and gouged his eye out. The wound had been eaten up by the corrosive substance. Leaving the scar to be open and worse. He is infact wearing a retainer for the teeth that were removed due to the acid ruining his gums and the teeth it got on. He also has a false eye that you'll read about in later chapters [ordered by doctor ofc]

Appearance images:

And some cannon images :33

I plan on drawing him in other outfits if you have any suggestions ^^ for now on just list is

- without coat, normal glasses, no gloves,

- Hospital gown no glasses, no gloves

Anyways, it's 3am over here. GOODNIGHT

Simon Verlyce

- Child Development / JROTC teacher

- friends with Murtaugh since the classroom switches

- Camping enthusiast

- 6'3ft

- 41 year old

- Male

- 235lbs

- Russian-Puerto Rican [Born in America]

- Tans easily

- Uses Marijuana substances + smokes cigarettes occasionally

- on a few medications [to be revealed]

- no kids

- 12/10 Eyesight on 20/20 scale

- dark blue, near black eyes

- mild facial hair

- He has various scars from minor to major accidents

Appearance Image:

Murtaugh's POV:

Everything hurts.. I can barely feel my face.. what happened? Ohh.. THOSE MOTHER FU-

Simon's POV:

I didn't know what to expect when the hospital called me, since admittedly, I completely forgot I was an emergency contact. The ride felt like a death trap. Doctors on the line saying he's 'unresponsive' or something.. He better not be dead.. I didn't spend all that time getting ready to take him and his son to camp just for him to die suddenly.

...

He looks.. It's really bad.. will that even heal..? I can't even bother to try and talk to him while he's like this. It looks like he smashed his face into something hard, dear god.. the doctors coming in and out won't talk. I already texted his son updates. I feel like gagging every time they remove bandages to work again. Why is some of his skin yellow.. it's just gross.. it's disgusting seeing his teeth exposed like that.. granted, we all see his teeth normally.. but open like that..?

Gag.

Gurgle.

...

...

Murtaugh POV:

I can hear everything, but I can't move. I can't feel my hands or any part of my body, but I can hear it. That gurgling in my throat. I've heard that before, though I can't pinpoint where or when, and that loud beeping.. when will it stop.. it's go bright in here.. I can't escape it, though.. I can't close my eyes anymore.. Everything is blurry, and I just want to go home.. I hear my friend's voice! But.. I can't make out what he's even saying.. is he on the phone? Probably.. he usually takes over stuff even if I don't ask him to, how annoying, but.. nice of him.. Is he weird? Am I weird? I think I'm dying.

...

How long have I been sitting up in a dark room? I can somewhat see, but not really.. still blurry.. those masks are ingrained in my memory. Why the hell was Ivan even at the school still.. I should have just taken my son home instead of finishing my tests. ACK-

3rd Person POV:

Simon put Murtaugh's glasses on his face the best he could.. obviously, with him now squirming a bit, it wasn't going well. "Just- Hold- Still-" before the old round frames were on. He can see again, and Simon looked exhausted being here.

End of Chapter 1

Ashton's Pov:

I don't know what happened. I was sitting in my father's car waiting for him. When around 30ish minutes passed, I decided to go in and see what was holding him up when I saw strange cloaked figures fleaing his classroom. The screams echoing in the halls scared me so bad I couldn't even go in.. So I sat outside and called 911. I couldn't bear going in if my father was as badly hurt as he sounded since I was scared.. So what if I'm a coward? I'm still a child, aren't I? When the ambulance arrived, I knew it was time to walk home..

Getting inside felt wrong alone. There was no conversation about how school went. Just Cosmo whining at my feet for food as I put my keys on the rack. It.. feels wrong seeing my keys alone on that, but I shook it off, going to feed Cosmo and do my homework, and maybe make myself dinner after since dad isn't home. I turned my phone on just in case I got any calls. If they call at all.

Sitting alone at the table felt worse. No appetite, and can't stop thinking back to hearing him screaming, and.. the blood mixed with acid on the classroom door window.. What if he's dead.. What will happen to us.. Will they take me away? Take Cosmo away? Am I safe here? Who were those-

The phone started ringing.. hospital number.. Almost dropped the phone trying to pick it up and click answer..

"Is this Ashton Murtaugh?" ●

"Yes?" ●

"We have new on your father.." ●

"Is he okay!?" ●

"He's alive. Critical condition, but alive." ●

...

Murtaugh's Pov:

"lehho..? Hwrer ma I.. lphe.."