mistakes were made

━━ ✦  STATS; 

NAME nathair ambrose; most people call him nat DOB nov 01, 1994 AGE 26 SIGN scorpio GENDER cismale ORIENTATION bisexual HOMETOWN born in alestria, grew up in vespeiru OCCUPATION assassin HEIGHT 5′11 (182cm) FAMILY father (werewolf), mother (unicorn, left), older sister (werewolf) PEIRCINGS both ears, septum TATTOOS both arms full sleeves, chest FACECLAIM reece king; model

━━ ✦  PERSONALITY;

nathair has always been someone that enjoys the simple things in life, living in the moment rather than looking back or even forward. his decisions are impulsive, spurred mainly by his emotions at that very moment. he is unpredictable, rash, with the inability to sit still. in fact, nathair doesn’t exactly have long term goals as he always seemed to live every day as if it was his last, and enjoyed the thrill of it. not exactly a risk seeker, but definitely a risk taker. he doesn’t seek out dangerous, life-threatening situations, but he always welcomes them when they come his way. 

good with his words, nathair had the ability to talk himself out of any situation, combined with that signature cheeky smile of his, nathair had the knack to get away with pretty much anything. quick to shed his skin and adorn a new one like second nature, he easily blends into any environment and has friends (and enemies) from all walks of life. he’s agile and quick on his feet, allowing him to easily slip in and out of places unnoticed. with his quick-wit and sharp tongue, nathair always enjoys a good banter. snark being his weapon of choice, the boy can’t seem to live unless he has weaseled in at least one snarky comment per conversation. 

nathair may be able to slither his way out of many things with his adaptability, but his pride has also caused him to be backed into the corner many times and is something that he needs to work on. being able to tell when he needs to stop, and understanding that he is not invincible. things hurt, and he needs to stop running from that feeling.

━━ ✦  TLDR;

nathair was born in a humble home in the city, his sister was always told that the family owned a bakery back in vespeiru, passed down from generation to generation, making the best bread in town. how his father gave up his bread empire to be with his mother. 

or at least that was the narrative for seven years. then when he was born, his father’s true aspirations came to light. as the bakery wasn’t a bakery, but a front for a different operation. and nathair was going to be the next to join it. 

his mother, who had spent ten years of her life in love with whom she thought was a good man, was heartbroken at the betrayal. at the fact that he would keep something like that away from her for so long. she couldn’t bear to look at him anymore and left. as if those ten years never happened. as if she never had two children with the man. nathair never actually got to meet his mother. 

as soon as his mother left, his father also packed up their home in the city and moved them back to vespeiru. where he took over the bakery from his own father. a bright, passionate maker of bread by day and a deadly assassin by night. that was the secret that he had kept hidden from his wife, the reason why she ended up leaving. 

at the age of twelve, nathair learned how throw knives, climb fences, and walk around as if he was walking on air, footsteps silent against the gravel around their homes. but this wasn’t the life he wanted. at the age of twelve, nathair started to wonder, why, if his mother hated the idea of being married to an assassin so much, then why would she subject her own blood to the same fate. 

at sixteen when his order became apparent, the proudest was his father who began to tell the story of his great great great grandfather, who was also a basilisk. expectations of the young ambrose boy now only growing immensely with every passing day. this leads to animosity between the siblings, as his sister does her best to build something outside of his shadows, only to find herself getting dragged further behind him. to the point where she too would leave like their mother and act as if she had no family. 

by the time he was eighteen, the boy was being sent on missions supervised by his father, honing in on skills that he never even wanted, his hands stained with blood that wasn’t his own. forced into a fate by the one man he was supposed to look up to. at the age of twenty, he was doing his own jobs and missions, no longer relying on his father for guidance. and as he grew more independent of his father, he also grew more defiant as well. 

and so at the sage of 21, it was no shock that the boy too found himself leaving home . ending up in the glistening city of alestria in an attempt to make a name for himself outside of his father. as if to spite his father, nathair had opened up a small bakery in the market to sell his family’s world renowned bread. a legitimate bakery, he told himself, not a front like the one at home. yet it seems the ambrose name spreads far and soon he was getting late wake up calls from people with money, asking him to do the unthinkable. soon, nathair found himself back right where he started. 

━━ ✦  TRIVIA;

he hates his name because it reminds him of what his father wants him to be. which is why he prefers to go by nat (or nath, he’ll accept that too). 

━━ ✦  WANTED CONNECTIONS;

friends - casual, close, childhood friends, fake friends, frenemies, people who just put up with him/each other, 

enemies - rivals, someone he betrayed, someone who hates him just because, people seeking revenge, someone who doesn’t like the way he holds himself and wants to put him in his place (please do) 

romantic - exes (good, bad, awkward, still got the feels, anything and everything), flings, fwb (past or present), unrequited feelings (either side), a date to an event 

someone who came to him for his services, but he refused because he just didn’t feel like killing that day and now they’re either furious  and wants him to suffer, afraid that he’d spill their plans for money if someone tried to bribe him so they want to make sure he doesn’t, or still very adamant that he kill the person and continuously bothers him about the subject 

people he can banter with 

anything and everything