“ in another universe i am a thirteen year old boy with soft hands and
bruised shins again, but this time i tell my mother about my day
as we fold laundry together. my mother smiles. the summer
heat does not feel razor-sharp or ready to wound me. my
mother laughs. in this other universe my hands are
allowed to be mine.
but i am trapped here,
inside this night like splinters stuck under the skin.
can you feel how i tremble? there is a stampede in my blood that unworks
me. over and over i pick my bones off the floor and sew them back
into the shape of a body. isn’t that what life is like, running from
the ghosts within you that tear you
apart at your seams? ”
— ♦ — PROFILE . BIOGRAPHY . PLOTS — ♦ —
━━ ✦ 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
a smile twisting on her lips at his response; all for the wrong reasons. thea actually imagined the lords and ladies of the event rioting - how entertaining would it be seeing if it started over a silly thing like alcohol. she may actually mark the night down as a success if there was a little fighting, don’t all good parties have a full 360′; laughing, drinking, dancing, fighting, more laughing and drinking. “wouldn’t it be a sight to see?” she muttered outloud, giving him a brief smirk. “only because they would be so drunk they would just be slurring words and waving fingers. like a sleepy child – now you’ve got my hopes up perhaps we’ll need to find better seats later.”
✦ ・。. — he lets out a short snicker as she continues to humor his comment about the riot. the thought of the rich and powerful throwing a fit over some alcohol truly would be a sight for sore eyes. certainly, it would’ve made the party that much more tolerable. if nathair had a few more drinks in his system, he wouldn’t put it against himself to suggest that the two of them try to get the party started themselves. but he was too sober for that, and something told him being kicked out of the party so soon would be a mistake.
and so instead, he just leans closer to his possible new partner in crime in case those around them didn’t like the idea of them using the rich as a joke, muttering softly so that only she would hear, “ we might have to think about smuggling some alcohol for ourselves then at this point, so that we’d have something to enjoy while watching the fiasco. i could fit two bottles of champagne in my jacket, think that would be enough? ”
where: the vega markets
who: open starter ( @solariarb )
“ look at these handcrafted berets. they’re so unique and well made. ” she glances at the hats on display in awe, eyes wide akin to a child unearthing a treasure they found for the first time. it’s the rare moment when she’s dislodged herself from the library, pulled out by an acquaintance to get some fresh air and to enjoy the whims of the crowd.
“ i think this one would suit you. ” rhiannon turns, expecting to see her companion for the day, but her expression changes when she comes face to face with someone else instead. “oh, hi there. ” a stiff pause but then she recovers with a soft smile, holding out the beret to the familiar face. ” i’m not sure if berets are your thing. but do you want to try it out? ”
✦ ・。. — he was in the markets that day for only one mission, a task he found himself doing more than he wished he needed to, but it was a skill that he somehow found himself gifted at, used to his benefits whenever he could. nathair was haggling prices of his ingredients, stating with confidence how the price for the yeast had risen unfairly. that was until he saw someone familiar walk past him, someone he hadn’t expected to see wandering the markets that day. in a haste, he found himself buying his products in full price, so that he could catch up to her, falling into step behind her quietly, his usual cheeky smile falling upon his lips as she turns around, finally noticing him. this is going to be fun.
“ you sound disappointed to see me, ” he greets, his grin only growing in size, knowing how grating his presence on her day off must really be, “ i’m honestly more shocked that you actually have a life outside the library, a part of me thought you lived there. ”
“ how does it look? ” he asks as he takes the beret she was holding out and places it on his head, turning his head side to side for her to see his new fashion item from different angles, “ i question your color choice, honestly, but i’ll make it work, i guess. ”
“you know i always wondered at these events if they could run out of alcohol?” thea questioned randomly outloud, the table was full of a quiet bunch observing the crowds or engrossed in their own tasks. the girl was like them for the most part till the question slipped out, her own half empty making her question how many glasses had been gone through so far.
✦ ・。. — nathair had found a quiet area to get away from the party, surrounded by like minded people around him as well. he wasn’t looking to kiss up to the rich, nor did he feel like playing the part of one today either. it was weird to him, the idea of an mandatory open invite party such as this one. he should’ve been more cautious, he thinks to himself, in case there were eyes on them, why else would the royal family want to gather so many people at once. but in the same breath, he also didn’t care. as if they didn’t already have eyes on everyone in the kingdom already.
he would’ve nursed his drink for longer, the liquid swirling gently in the glass as he absentmindedly rolls it against the table top in front of him, that is until he heard one of his quiet companions speak up, the first interaction he’s had all night. no one else seemed to respond to her. he could’ve let the conversation die down as well, let them fall back into the silence they had been in before, but a chuckle leaving his lips betrays him, “ i think people would riot if they did, ” he responds in a playful manner, “ though i don’t think there’s ever been such a big gathering before either so maybe we’ll get to witness a riot by the end of today. ”
Event: The Grand Ball
Location: The dessert table
Whom: Open @solariarb
You could always tell the success of a party by the dessert table. Lots of dessert missing meant the evening was a disaster. No party worth its salt should have so little leftover if people were enjoying themselves Siena wasn’t part of the nobility, nor did she want to be, except for one aspect, the stunning desserts. No one her age should have this big of a sweet tooth, but she did. She loved to bake cut what she was looking at now, longing and lovingly. It was her version of heaven, and if she never were able to go to another ball again, she would be okay. Because for at least one night, she got to see how the other half lived. And they live well! Humming happily, plate firmly in hand. Siena let her eye roam, wondering where to start first. Finally opting for some chocolate truffles, she spotted upon her first cursory glance. She didn’t even bother placing the treat on her plate, popping it in her mouth straight away. “ Oh wow,” eyes fluttering closed, enjoying herself a little too much. So much so she didn’t notice the person who stood next to her now.
“Having fun?” spotting them now a smile on her face; she pointed towards the truffle she just finished swallowing. “ If you don’t try anything else, try those; they are delicious.”
✦ ・。. — nathair wasn’t much for the formalities of the upperclass, where everything that they did was all for the sake of image. to showcase all the wealth that they had, the balls, the soirees, their wealth hanging from every surface as shimmering crystals. rather, he hated how it was that same wealth that seemed to control the world as well. he didn’t think that he was going to be at the ball at all, but free food was free food, and he always took every chance he took not to have to cook dinner. yet it seemed that old habits were hard to break. the basilisk who grew up sneaking newly baked sweets and pastries from the trays in his father’s bakery soon found himself at the dessert table, giddily taking in all the goods on the table like a small child. his hand hovering over a pastry when the person next to him suggests something different.
“ well you seemed to enjoy it enough, maybe i will try it then, ” he responds, picking up one of the truffles and popping it in his mouth, a satisfied hum escaping from his lips as the chocolate delight burst with flavor in his mouth, “ yeah, i guess i am having fun... now, ” he continues, replying to her other question with a cheeky smile, “ crowds aren’t exactly my thing, especially not this crowd, ” he admits, “ what about you, hmm? are you having fun? ”
