(nicholas galitzine, cismale, he/him.) Welcome back to The Gates’ Community Center, NATHANIEL “NATE” WINDSOR! Or should we say THE CATACLYSMIC? As a resident of BAYVIEW ESTATES for THREE MONTHS, we are sure you need no introduction. However, we’d like to confirm some information for our community directory. You are TWENTY-FIVE years old, correct? And an UNEMPLOYED LOSER at NOWHERE? Wonderful! We are so pleased to have someone who is CHARISMATIC, RESILIENT, and STEADFAST within our community. Of course, we’ve also heard that you can be VOLATILE, SHORT TEMPERED, and STUBBORN… but you can’t believe everything you hear, right? Anyone who reminds people of NOTES OF CITRUS AND LEATHER, THE CHARGE IN THE AIR BEFORE A STORM, A MOTORCYCLE FLYING DOWN A DEAD END ROAD is welcome in The Gates.
BASICS
Name: Nate Windsor
Species: Vampire
Birth Date: August 18
Zodiac: Leo
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Hometown: San Diego, California
HISTORY
Nate was born into privilege. His father inherited an energy empire from his father that had created a near-monopoly in the Southern California area.
From a young age, Nate showed promise in sports— namely football, so that was what his parents encouraged him to follow. He was happy to listen because he was good.
There wasn't much that Nate would have complained about, really. His parents were busy but they were supportive. He had everything he could have ever wanted for at the tips of his fingers, all he had to do was ask. He was popular in school, and anyone who knew anything about football could see that he was going places. The lavishing of praise did create something of an ego monster, but he was only human after all
To no one's surprise, Nate was spoiled for choice when it came to colleges. He wound up at University of Oregon playing for the Ducks, a full ride he didn't need, but took, anyway.
After three years of college, he was eligible to be drafted for the NFL, where he was immediately snatched up by the San Diego Chargers. He had a hell of a rookie year, making a name for himself for his skills and his looks. Both of which he leaned into, because of course.
Along the way, he reconnected with an old friend from school which quickly grew into a relationship. He loved her. Really, he did. But with his rapid ascent into fame, temptation was... well. Tempting.
Nate carried on a secret relationship with @margaretdaisylloyd. First, under a glamour. But even after that went away, their dalliances didn't.
On the night his blessed life was cut tragically short, Margaret saved him. Thinking he'd be thankful when he awoke to realize what he was now, she was blindsided by his anger. He was overwhelmed by new senses, new cravings, and, for all intents and purposes, a new body, and he did not handle the change well.
Vowing to make her pay for what she'd done, Nate fled his life before he could watch the people he loved mourn him, switching off the part of himself that felt guilt and humanity and ripping his way through city after city. He gave into the monster inside of him, his grief and anger coalescing into a walking nightmare
Eventually, after several years of that, guilt began to catch up to him. He was still angry, still blamed Margaret for everything that had gone wrong in his life, but this time, he decided to make himself a problem a little closer to home. And since he didn't have one of those anymore, he figured what better place to set down some roots than on her own turf?
His new goal is to cause as much chaos as he can, push as many boundaries as he can find, until she feels as miserable as he does
And maybe there's still just a boy desperate for love and admiration trapped inside there. That part, at least, remains to be seen
HEADCANONS
TBA
CONNECTIONS
Margaret - Nate's sire and ex lover. They are currently posing as siblings (twins!) while Nate does his best to make her regret turning him
Ginny - she made him his first daylight ring and now the two are working together to try and find a cure for vampirism
Parker - being a human and therefore completely useless to him outside of anything more than a quick meal, Parker never landed on his list of people to watch. Until she decided to consider him a suspect in Cathy's murder. Now, he just thinks it would be fun to toy with her since she doesn't know about the existence of the supernatural. That quick movement out of the corner of your eye? That movement you could just swear you saw in the shadows? Well, that might have been one Nate Windsor.
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where: the town square
when: 18th 2024, nighttime
who: open starter
Margaret knew that the festival was good for business, as was evident by the way the donuts and PSLs were flying off the counters, but the coffee shop was going through staff shortages, meaning that she had had to don her own apron and help out. She’d spent the whole day smelling the nauseating coffees and syrups and those God-awful apple cider donuts, and although she’d managed to feed just the day before, her head was spinning by the end of it, so it felt good to finally lock up for the day and take a walk through the town, trying to take in what of the festival she could enjoy before it closed, and maybe even find a drink.
She rounded the corner to the Dead Man’s Pub’s booth, shuffling through the crowds of people to frown at what they had on offer, though her sense of smell picked it up before she could see. Meat smothered in barbecue sauce, with a choice of hard apple cider or a sad smelling tepid beer. Barf. Forget the food, that was never going to do much for her, but the drink selection was disappointing at best. Sighing, she turned to look around at the other stalls, tossing some hair behind her shoulder. “God, do they have anything stronger than this? Like, way stronger? Kinda looking to get warm, and that cider’s not gonna do it.” She asked the person standing next to her.
Nate hadn't intended on running into Margaret here. Not if he planned on having a good time, anyway. But as all paths eventually cross in a town the size of a pinky toe, it was mere probability that placed her in his line of sight. And it was his own boredom that decided perhaps he could have a little bit of fun.
She'd been speaking to someone else, but Nate slipped in between them with a supernatural grace, a fraction too quickly for a mundane, but not so quickly that anyone who didn't already know of the existence of supes would be able to trust what they'd seen. Instead, he smiled wickedly, head canting toward one shoulder as he gave Margaret a once over that expressed a loud disappointment. "If it isn't my lovely sister," he crooned, coating the word in saccharine sarcasm. "You're looking dreadfully working class today." His smile widened. "Having a good time?"
where: mystic tarot, harborview heights town center
when: october 18th, 2024. evening.
who: open starter
ginny wasn't sure how she got roped into being the psychic giving free readings during the harvest festival, considering she wasn't the one to volunteer their store to the event planning committee, but that's how the night had turned out. her mother had mentioned how it would be good for business and also good for the town to see the family working and moving on with their lives after the death of aunt cathy, and ginny was trying to convince herself that was true. honestly, she was happy to have a reason to be isolated. but she'd rather that happen in her one bedroom apartment upstairs, not on the clock.
sighing as she leaned against the open doorway of the shop and looked out at the festivities, she began to wonder if there was an opportunity to run and grab a hard apple cider to make the night go faster. or maybe she could convince her brother to snag her something - "did you want a reading?" she asked, suddenly aware of a person nearby. trying to look professional, she stood up straighter. "i've got an opening."
Nate scoffed, bringing a cup of cider to his nose to sniff. With his heightened senses, he could pick out each individual flavor— and all of them smelled overwhelmingly unappealing. His mood soured with the reminder of what he was and everything that he'd lost and before he could crush the cup in his fist, a voice reached out to him. One he recognized.
His attention shifted with a preternatural speed, predatory eyes settling on the one person he had enlisted all of his remaining hope into. "No I don't want a reading." Were he talking to anyone else, his tone might have been mocking, an underlying threat woven between the words. But it was Ginny, and Ginny was important to his cause. Instead, he thrust the drink out between them in offering, looking down at it as though it offended him. "Want this? It's not really... to my tastes." His look was meaningful as his eyes slid to hers; a reminder of their shared interest lest she forget he was counting on her.
