pirate with a golden heart

Nathan is the third child of the Avery family, and first and only one to leave it. Unwilling to follow in the destiny his father had laid out for him, Nathan became something more. A member of The Rising, at 25 he owns his own restaurant and lives on a boat that he's turned into a home. While it might not be perfect, it's his life and he's in control of it.

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andyxblack​:

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Nathan had been a friend once, but all friendships came to an end. Andromeda knew that better than anyone. There was no one who could hold a grudge like her. There was no one as cold as she was. Frankly, she didn’t have time for people who chose to support the wrong side. There were only a few people who Andromeda could refer to as close friends. Even less that she actually trusted. The rest were means to an end. Means for her to get what she wanted and then toss them to the wayside. 

Andromeda wanted to wipe the bright smile off of his face. She didn’t understand people who were unnecessarily peppy. The smile on him, though, was obviously fake. She rose an eyebrow at his reference, “Bond?” When he tried to pry, Andromeda’s gaze darkened and she retorted, “It’s a none of your business martini.” She looked around the bar, her nose wrinkling slightly, “It’s quite the place you have here.” 

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There were brief moments where Nathan missed his siblings, specifically Mara, with a ferocity that threatened to bring his resolve to his knees. However, even in those moments, he couldn’t bring himself to regret the choices he had made. Despite his closed off nature and his inability to allow people too close too quickly, Nathan cared about people. It was a flaw that he hid well behind sarcastic remarks and charming smiles. Nate had built a reputation of being a devil may care pirate that never took anything serious enough. It wasn’t the truth, not really, but the fewer people that knew that the absolute better. Still, he imagined even his life was less lonely than Andromeda’s was, especially now that she had lost her sister. Somehow, Nathan found himself feeling empathetic towards her loss, even if he’d rather bite off his own tongue rather than share that with her. 

He could see that if nothing else, his attitude was a nuisance to her and that was worth keeping up the act. Nathan was nothing if not respectable and polite to his patrons, and it fell within his persona to keep the easy going appearance about him. If it bothered Andromeda, well that was just an added bonus. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of James Bond. Come on, Andromeda, have you been living under a rock all these years?” he asked, a teasing, lighthearted air to his tone. Putting a hand to his heart in mock offense, he gave her a tilt of the head in acknowledgment, “Fair enough. You keep that martini close to your chest,” he mused. Seeing her look, Nathan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but instead he shrugged lightly and answered, “Brilliant, I know, you don’t have to tell me,” he winked.

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evanxrosier​:

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To say that waking up on a couch in a place that wasn’t his was unusual for him would be a complete and utter lie.  More and more it was starting to become the norm. At least this time he had his pants on.  And after confirming that, he shut his eyes against the small bit of light streaming in from the blinds and pressed his face against the worn fabric of the couch below him and fitfully tried to go back to sleep, warring with the familiar pounding in his head.

Evan groaned when he heard feet padding past him, and wondered for a moment how on his guard he had to be. But then he heard that whisper and he found himself smiling in spite of himself. Evan couldn’t really count any people from what he considered his life before as friends, but Nate had been a pleasant surprise.  Outside of Nellie and Bas, he was the only one that really got it, where they’d come from and all the scars that came with it.  And, if last night was any evidence, they had exactly the same coping mechanisms.  

“Fuck off,” Evan said cheerfully, lifting a middle finger in the direction of Nathan’s voice, before gingerly lifting himself up and rubbing a hand over his face.  “Fuck me,” he added and let out a soft laugh.  "Why did you let me drink so much last night?“ he asked, taking the drink and taking a small sip of it.  "And you didn’t even take advantage of my delicate state.  It’s such a disappointment.”

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When it came down to it, there were very few people from his past that Nate still associated with. He had the freedom of cutting out the ones he didn’t like, and some of the ones he had enjoyed had made that choice for him. Evan hadn’t been one of them, and Nathan had been infinitely grateful for it. Growing up together had left the both incredibly aware of the scars that came with their upbringing, and the burdens that were placed on them from it. Nathan had red in ledger the day he was born, at least he had always been meant to. Evan had been damned to a similar fate. They might as well use it for the right side. It might not save them in the end, but it could save everyone else. 

There was a distinct comfort in knowing that someone else understood that, and that he didn’t have to sugar coat such an ideal around him. Instead of talking though, he could always count on Evan to get completely fucked with him, and that was more than enough. Grinning, Nate gave a casual, “No,” before moving further into the living room, arms still full. At this next comment, Nathan cheekily replied, “Only if you ask nicely,” and winked. Sitting on the floor, resting his back against the couch, Nathan let his head fall back against the cushion gently, “I don’t know. But whatever the fuck we drank has me absolutely wrecked,” he bitched, taking a sip of the healing potion in his hands. 

Thank fuck for modern potion making and the fact that they’d finally made something useful with it. Snorting, Nate complained, “It wasn’t for lack of trying. I distinctly remember you flopping down on my couch and refusing to move. Something about it being the most comfortable thing you’ve ever laid on,” he mimicked, tipping his head back to stare at him. “You must have been well passed drunk because I know for a fact that while that couch is nice, it’s not that nice,” he teased.

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andyxblack​:

Andromeda made it her business to know about every new spot in town, even if it was one that she’d never step foot in again. Business was important to keep an eye upon. Sometimes she found hidden gems that she could use for an event or a gala alike. This bar - however- wasn’t one of them and if she hadn’t already sat down at the bar, she would have walked out the door. However, when she was addressed by the bartender, she knew that she would at least have to order a drink. 

She wrinkled her nose when she realized whom it was that was addressing her. Still, she ordered lowly, “A vesper martini.” She paused to meet Nathan’s gaze. “You can make that, right?” 

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At the sight of one Andromeda Black, it took everything in him not to just turn back around and walk away. For one, Nathan knew it was no way to run a business, and despite what people believed, he did actually care for the reputation that his restaurant received these days. For another, he knew that Andromeda could spot a weakness more than a mile off, and he would be damned if he gave her one. They had been friends once, though Nathan could say that about a lot of people these days, so he still knew her on some level. 

Listening to her speak, he braced himself internally for a verbal sparring match. Giving her a bright smile, Nate nodded, “Course I can. Should have known you were a Bond girl.” Turning enough to pull out the three liquors he needed, Nathan set to work. “So, is this a happy martini or a sad martini?” he asked her.

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emmvanced​:

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She had avoided the restaurant for as long as she could, wrinkling her nose and diverting when it was brought up as a place to visit, but she always knew that someday her curiosity would get the better of her. She had been bitter when Nathan had left, all of her work had been for naught. She had sworn that he was worse than dead to her– he was a waste of her time. 

Yet there she found herself. Stepping primly through the doors of Deuxieme Chance, glancing around her as if she were just a curious patron. Instead, she scanned the place for the owner, gaze finally settling on the bar. 

She made her way to the bar, taking one of the seats there and carefully keeping her gaze focused on the row of bottles behind the bar even though she wanted nothing more than to train her eyes on him once more. However, hearing his voice, she looked over at him, locking her eyes onto his. “Surprise me,” her voice was surprisingly level for all the thoughts that had raced to the forefront of her mind. “I want something strong.”

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When Nate had first started his business, his main goal had been to make it accessible. Despite the fact that his menu consisted of mostly healthy options, cuisines that came from across the globe, and quality alcohol, Nate worked hard to keep his prices low. He wanted his restaurant to be a place people could go out to for a nice dinner without having to break bank over it. This, of course, had put him in a weird niche in terms of the types of people that came into his restaurant. Mostly, it kept the high society pureblood members out, and for the most part, he would just assume keep it that way. 

Nate didn’t necessarily have a grudge against them all, or any of them, but there was a distinct discomfort in being in their presence these days. Having gone from living life with a silver spoon to surfing from couch to couch and the instability of not knowing where he would sleep every night, Nate found it hard to relate anymore. 

However, the attitude was something he had never lost. Nathan knew how to play the mind games, how to engage in witty retorts and sharp banter. Seeing Emmeline, he knew he was about to be engaged in a particularly gruesome verbal sparring match. Nate’s smile never faltered though, never so much as wavering as he answered, “Well I’ve always been good at that” he winked. Turning back to the contents of the bar, he gave a hum of acknowledgement before setting to work. He pulled the top shelf clear liquids down before starting to work on her long island. Was it as elegant as she’d like? Maybe not, but Nathan knew it was strong and that she would enjoy it whether she admitted it or not. 

“Here we go, one very strong drink. Would you like any food to accompany it?” he asked. 

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vanlties​:

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Emma was smiling as she entered Deuxième Chance. It was a small smile; an outright grin rarely at home on the woman’s face. Still, the ever so slight pride she felt at the atmosphere of the bar was showing. As she spotted Nate behind the bar, she controlled herself, unwilling to show him just how proud she was of him. Anytime she entered the bar, the same pleasant, familiar feeling washed over her. 

She slipped onto a barstool, one eyebrow raised. “Whatever you recommend, barkeep.”

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Seeing Emma was a sure fire way to brighten his day. There were few people in Nathan’s life that were a constant beacon of light, but Emma was undeniably one of them. No matter what situation he found himself in, he always found Emma there, guiding him home like a lighthouse in the dark. She came here often, something that still caused him a great warmth in his chest. It was her own way of showing that she supported him, and in particular his more legal endeavors. 

 “For you? I have just the thing,” he grinned. Nathan truly adored Emma. It was a similar affection he’d once held for Mara, but then, she Emma was solid and dependable in a way Mara hadn’t been. “Here you go,” he offered, passing it over to her. “So, how are you?”

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basthestrange​:

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Rabastan could be considered a foodie, although the term made him cringe a bit. He’d taken up cooking shortly after graduating from Hogwarts, and it was a hobby that lead him to really value a good meal. Nate’s restaurant was one of his favorites – although he’d be lying if he said he only went there for the food, which is why he was sitting at the bar with only a beer in front of him.

With every sip he caught himself peering over the edge of the glass, and at long last Nate made eye contact with him. Bas put his drink down and hoped that the boy hadn’t caught him staring. The sight of Nate’s crooked smile brought one to his own face, as well. “I should probably get something in my stomach aside from beer. Surprise me?”

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After Nate had won the Cape, he had started making an income that while wasn’t particularly legal, allowed for him to live without fear of going hungry. He had been cautious with the types of things he smuggled, because while legality had never been much concern for him, morality always was. There was a line, and Nate had always walked it. However, he’d spent a lot of time traveling during that time, and just as much time working odd jobs in understaffed kitchens that were willing to pay under the table. It worked for him, and in the end, it had gotten him here. 

Catching Rabastan’s eye, he couldn’t help but widen his grin. Bas always made for good company, no matter the circumstance, and Nathan was glad to see him here of all places. Sometimes, it still baffled him that people wanted to come to his bar, especially if it was to visit him. Letting his palms rest on the bar, he leaned forward just a bit as he mused “Added a new chicken tikka masala today, sound okay?” Bas was always willing to try something new, which made him the person Nate went to when he wanted to experiment with food before serving it at the restaurant. “Aside from maybe a little hungry, how are you?” he asked.

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When: January 16th, evening Who: open Where: Deuxième Chance

Standing behind his bar, Nathan couldn’t help but be a little bit proud at how busy it was. Sometimes it still baffled him that he had a legitimate business. He had created something that was entirely his own, and built it from the ground up to be both sustainable and something good. Sometimes he enjoyed being back in the kitchen cooking, others he enjoyed being behind the bar just chatting and waiting on patrons. Tonight he was covering for one of his staff, so he stayed behind the bar and kept himself occupied as people filtered in and out. 

However, seeing a familiar face, he couldn’t help but approach with his casual cocksure smile as he asked, “Anything I can get for you?” he asked. 

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When: two days after suri’s release Who: @shacklxbolt​ Where: one of the safe houses

Despite the fact that the Rising didn’t technically need safe houses for anyone yet, Nate knew it wouldn’t be long before they potentially did. More importantly, it was a safe place for them to meet, to communicate, and that was something they all needed these days. Still, Nate made contributions of his own to the safe house. He made sure the fridge was always stocked, brought any left overs from the restaurant over when he could. This time around, he brought a couple bags of groceries with him for good measure. Going through the back door, he went straight into the kitchen, dropping the bag onto the counter before he shrugged off his jacket and shoes, putting them in the mudroom. Nate started putting the groceries away when he heard noise from the living room. 

“Which one of you lot is sulking around here?” he called out, teasing gently.

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When: January 16th, midmorning Who: @evanxrosier​ Where: The Cape Eurus

Once Nathan felt the first pulling of consciousness, he immediately took notice to the pounding pain in his head and the Herculean task it felt like to open his eyes. Letting out a dissatisfied groan, Nate shifted slightly, just enough to start the process of getting up, as he tried to sort out just what happened the night before. He remembered going out with Evan, that much he knew, but what happened after the second club and getting home to his boat was where the gaps in his memory started to appear. Still, he made it home safely, apparently hadn’t brought anyone home with him, or if he had they had already left, and that was something. Knowing he had a potion in the cupboard to cure all his unease, he sung out of bed before he could lose his nerve, tossed on his sweatpants, and made his way towards that part of the boat.

As he neared it, he passed through the living room and heard a groan on his coach. Seeing Evan there, Nate gave him a cocky grin, “Morning sunshine, how’s your head,” his voice just above a whisper despite his arrogant tone. Going into the medicine cabinet, he pulled out two hangover potions, before waving his hand and getting the coffee pot going. Downing the first, he brought the second over to Evan and handed it over to him gracefully, “Here, drink this. You’ll start feeling better in no time.”

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The Basics

Full Name

Nathan Zephyrs Avery

Nickname(s)

Nate; Avery

Birthday, Age, Sign

July 25th; 25; Leo

Gender & Pronouns

Cismale & he/him

Sexuality

Pansexual. Bottom line, Nathan is attracted to pretty people, even if he does tend to lean towards men in most regards. 

House

Slytherin

Loyalty 

Order of the Phoenix 

[luxaurorarpg]

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. 

AESTHETICS 

arrogant smiles, the art of a good facade, sarcasm in every word, throwing the second punch, original family disappointment, eyes that hide nothing, a silver dagger, a heart of gold, jean jackets, coffee for the hangover, a cigarette and a warm body, nothing ever gets to me, the sky at dusk, relies on natural talent, dark circles, quiet fear of abandonment, always comes through, wonders why everyone thinks they want to help, well loved cardigans

MOMENTS 

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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t just him that believed his family’s world view was narrow and wrong. Eleven years old, and found himself questioning everything. 

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 father’s shoes. It made his stomach knot, his teeth clenched, and he’d realized with horror what a part of him had known all along - he wasn’t cut out for this. The rage and disappointment that had followed had left Nathan feeling hollow. His father’s solution was to push his training further, and Nate knew that he had to get out. Packing only a bag’s 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 ‘I can’t’. Nathan left and never turned back, having decided that he would never rely on anyone else again. 

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 wouldn’t 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 wasn’t 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, Deuxième 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.

TRAITS

Endearing 

Sardonic

Incorrigible

Acrimonious

Unwavering

Perspicacious

CONNECTIONS

SIBLINGS - When it came to his siblings, Nathan’s 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 she’d easily gained their parents love and approval without even trying. In turn, Isla resented that he’d been chosen to run the family business over her. To her, the effort their parents put on Nate was wasted. 

THOMAS DEARBORN - 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t take for granted.

JACK CRESSWELL - 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. 

NATALIA FENWICK - 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 Nathan’s 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.