NATHAN AVERY, aka THE REDEEMER, is 25 years old and a PUREBLOOD alumni of SLYTHERIN. His allegiance is THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, and is currently TAKEN with a faceclaim of Trevor Jackson.Â
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Even as a child, Nathan knew that there was an order within their family, and that above all else, everyone had their place within it. However, by the age of six, Nathan knew that he just wasnât cut out for the position he had been born into. If William was the golden boy, then he was meant to be the prodigal son. While it sounded good on paper, Nate understood that he was being molded into a weapon. As with most pureblood children, he attended lessons of all kinds. However, his father was clear that everything he learned could be related back to his destiny in some way. Nathan was going to be the one that took over the family business, so to speak. It was drilled into him mercilessly that he was going to be the one to do whatever was necessary to advance their family, and pureblood society as a whole. All Nathan wanted to do was get lost in his stories, and become the pirate turned hero It was his older sister that he found a bit of solstice in. Despite being the pragmatic one in their family, she always seemed to have a soft spot waiting for him. Still, even as a child, Nathan knew he never quite fit; a boy born to career criminals that never could stop pretending.
By eleven, Nathan was exactly what his parents wanted him to be, at least in theory. Hiding behind sarcastic remarks and devil may care grins, Nathan seemed untouchable. Sorted into Slytherin, he was following his parents plans perfectly. It was exactly the house they wanted their son to embody; cunning, resourceful, and ambitious, he would make the perfect career criminal. At first, Nate resented the fact that he had been placed in the house that his family had expected of him. In so many ways, it felt like a slight, as he had spent most of youth internally trying to rebel against the destiny laid out before him. Being sorted into Slytherin felt like the first nail in the coffin that maybe he couldnât escape it. However, it was there that he started making genuine connections outside of his family and those that he had grown up with. Expanding his friendships allowed him to realize that it wasnât just him that believed his familyâs world view was narrow and wrong. Eleven years old, and found himself questioning everything.Â
When his sixteenth birthday came it was accompanied with nothing but heartache. Instead of celebrating with a party, a family dinner, or a cake, Nathan was given his first task to prove that he was worthy of stepping into his fatherâs shoes. It made his stomach knot, his teeth clenched, and heâd realized with horror what a part of him had known all along - he wasnât cut out for this. The rage and disappointment that had followed had left Nathan feeling hollow. His fatherâs solution was to push his training further, and Nate knew that he had to get out. Packing only a bagâs worth of clothes, a couple of personal items, and withdrawing only the money he had access to in his account, Nathan prepared to leave. Still, Nate felt a duty to his siblings, at least on some level, and he asked them to come with him before he left. He watched as his younger sister laughed in his face at the idea of leaving and told him to get over himself, as his brother shook his head but looked at him with something akin to hope, but it was Mara he focused on. Mara who put a hand on his shoulder, who had always been right beside him, who had always cared, gave him a sad smile and murmured âI canâtâ. Nathan left and never turned back, having decided that he would never rely on anyone else again.Â
At twenty five, Nathan sometimes felt as if he was still fighting his own destiny. Having spent the summers before graduating Hogwarts couch surfing and finding twenty four hour diners where he could, Nathan was finally able to call a place home just before his eighteenth birthday. After a night of gambling, Nathan had won an old cargo boat that had been half transformed already into something almost livable. With a little bit of work, Cape Eurus was the home that Nate had been searching his whole life for. A pirate with his very own ship, it had been the first time that he felt an ounce of peace. When he joined the Order, he knew he was going to have to prove himself tenfold in ways that the others likely wouldnât have to. However, despite having kept his criminal ties to keep the Order informed on that aspect of things, he knew that many of them still saw him for what his family had wanted him to be. Then again, given that he was a smuggler and tended to get his hands dirty for the Order more often than not, he wasnât so sure that they were wrong. Still, in recent years, he branched out from just his illegal business and created something more lasting. Nathan spent a lot of time after Hogwarts working as a chef because kitchens were notoriously understaffed. Eventually, he opened a restaurant of his own, DeuxiĂšme Chance, and allowed most of his revenue to come that way. Still, at twenty five, Nate knew that he was still fighting the destiny that his parents had laid out for him, even if he was fighting for the good guys now.
SIBLINGS -Â When it came to his siblings, Nathanâs relationship varied with them entirely. With William, there had always been a chasm between them. His older brother was meant to be the face of the family and he was always whisked away to deal with more important things than his younger brother who felt too much. Still, there was a commonality between them at times, and for brief moments, Nathan wondered if William understood him a little too well. Mara, on the other hand, had been the only one he had been close to. She was the person he could confide in, rely on, and trust to be there for him throughout his childhood. Losing her had hurt the most. Things between him and Isla were doomed from the start. They were pitted against each other as children, and Nate had resented the way sheâd easily gained their parents love and approval without even trying. In turn, Isla resented that heâd been chosen to run the family business over her. To her, the effort their parents put on Nate was wasted.Â
THOMAS DEARBORN -Â Growing up, Thomas had been one of the few people that Nate had actually enjoyed being around. He was a comforting presence among the other pureblood children, as his views had never been quite so staunch. Thomas was much more open minded, even if he wasnât as vocal about it. Still, they had always gotten along well, and even after Nathan left the Avery name behind, Thomas had been one of the few to still associate with him when he could. There was a kinship there that Nate didnât take for granted.
JACK CRESSWELL -Â During his first year of Hogwarts, Jack had become his first and closest friend. Both sorted into Slytherin, they had become the best of friends almost immediately. Ironically enough, it had been Jack that reassured him that his views were not only normal but perfectly acceptable. Since their first meeting, Jack had been there every step of the way to help him fight his destiny. In turn, Nathan never failed to show up when Jack needed him, no matter what the situation called for. Jack knew him wholly and completely, and Nate was grateful for it.Â
NATALIA FENWICK -Â During his first year, Nate had been implicated in a prank that had affected Natalia. From there on out, anything that went wrong, she was quick to look in Nathanâs direction to point blame. When he joined the Order, she had been the first to voice her distrust in him. Even after years of him proving that he was on their side, she was always looking over his shoulder, waiting for him to screw it up in some way.