got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Dec 19, 2017 18:31:34 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 19, 2017 18:31:34 GMT
 Blue Lips, Blue Veins Nate watched the steam rising, enjoying the way it funnelled insistently into the air. It showed a lot of promise for the energy that could be acquired from its contents – or maybe that was just wishful thinking on Nate’s part. He bounced up and down on his heels, half to wake himself up and half to show eagerness for tea.
“Sounds perfect, smells perfect too,” he added, breathing in the steam that gushed his way as she poured the tea into the two mugs.
Claire was trying her best to make small talk, which was certainly progress in Nate’s eyes.
“Busy as always, but we have a rough case at the moment. Woman with pre-existing epilepsy which triggers her new abilities. We… I haven’t figured out how to help her yet,” he explained. He shook himself. “We will though! I’m sure. These things take time.”
Nate smiled and took the proffered mug from Claire, raising it to his face so the warmth could wash over him. “Thanks,” he said happily. He gave it a blow but the tea was definitely too hot to drink just yet, so he held onto it for now.
He watched as the decision on where to sit became visible on Claire’s face. There was a lot of internal conflict with her, a lot of doubt and concern about appearances that held her back from… pretty much everything. He imagined that part of that was what was fuelling her desire to continue working for the MNRU despite how hard it was. At least it was a consistent demand on her that she didn’t need to think about – she just needed to do as she was told.
“Not as much as you’d think,” he said honestly, laughing at himself. He moved to join her on the sofa, planting himself just far enough from where she huddled that he wouldn’t be intrusive on her personal space. She had a pretty big one.
“If you want, we don’t have to talk about the MNRU. Have you made any more art?”
Nate liked Claire’s art. It was a shame that work kept her so busy – she’d probably benefit from having more time to use her creative outlets. She’d sketch people at work, of course, but that wasn’t nearly the same thing.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Dec 19, 2017 16:46:27 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 19, 2017 16:46:27 GMT
The Best Medicine Nate couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle – toned down considerably from the laughter that would have erupted from him if he wasn’t concerned about seeming just a little professional – at the first message CBE-177/Anna showed him. The height difference between them certainly added to her point.
“Well you need to invest in a good pair of platform boots, then,” he suggested with a wry smile. “Although develop a hard enough stare and you can take down anyone, right?”
She definitely had a bit of a smile to her face right now, which was encouraging, but Nate was absolutely sure of the girl’s capacity to intimidate anyone with a stone-cold glare. Just knowing the things she was capable of, and likely all the traumatic things she’d seen, would give anyone that power. Nate personally wasn’t great at that kind of thing – he wasn’t even really a “kill them with kindness” guy. Maybe “prod them viciously with kindness” at worst.
They moved to the chairs at Nate’s desk. He hadn’t exactly been surprised by the fact that she’d ignored his offer of assistance when climbing down from the counter, but it had been a pleasant surprise that she’d taken a seat without even a hint of protest. She obviously wasn’t determined to give him a hard time; a pleasant change from some of his patients.
He read the second message, a pang of sadness twisting his mouth into a frown.
“We can stick with Anna,” he agreed, turning to grab his notebook and writing her fake name at the top of the page.
He looked up at her. “How are you settling in? Made any friends, seen any sights? San Francisco is probably a far cry from… you know.” Nate gestured vaguely in the direction of where he thought Russia might be from here. “It must have been quite the shock to wake up on the other side of the world in a new century.”
He could hardly imagine it, and could only guess at the piles upon piles of risk factors she had collected for a number of mental health issues. Even before he started looking into her metahuman abilities and her rather unnerving dependence on blood, Nate wanted to make sure that she had some kind of grounding in the world. Maybe he could find out if she had any surviving relatives. He jotted that idea down on the side of his page while he waited for her to finish typing.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Dec 18, 2017 19:04:45 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 18, 2017 19:04:45 GMT
Blue Lips, Blue Veins Nate puffed out his chest. “Who, security? Psht, I could take ’em,” he added with a wink. Well, he could probably put up a good fight if pushed – Nate was in the middle of one of his actually-going-to-the-gym phases and he wasn’t as slight as he might look. Still, the guards at MNRU were fairly elite from what Nate could gather. No expenses had been spared when it came to the higher levels of Dr Williams’ operation.
“New flavours?” Nate peeked over her shoulder to see if he could get a hint as to what kind of tea Claire was brewing for the two of them. “What are we having?”
It was nice to see Claire trying to pick herself up a new hobby. There couldn’t be much to do when you were basically confined to the clinical white walls of the research unit, despite how cosy they may have attempted to make Claire’s lodgings. Nate was more of a coffee person but he would indulge whole-heartedly in Claire’s tea experiments so long as it kept her, if not upbeat, at least a little way back from the cliff of hopeless boredom.
He looked embarrassed, as though she’d caught him out. So he hadn’t quite hidden his exhaustion. “Heh, I’m okay, long day,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sure your tea will pick me up, but thanks for the fridge invitation.”
Nate waited patiently for his tea, still leaning up against the fireplace. He didn’t want to take a seat at the table in case Claire was more in the mood for the comfort of her sofa, so hovering as nonchalantly as possible would have to do for now. “How have you been?” he repeated, hoping she wasn’t avoiding the question. “Working hard as usual, I bet?”
They both knew that “working hard” was a bit of an understatement when it came to Claire’s position at the MNRU, but it was an agreed one. It was just a little depressing to acknowledge the lengths that Claire was stretched to in her role during small talk – that was something best saved for their actual session-talk, and even then it was hard to say much beyond, “Stop letting them make you work so hard.” Which, as they both knew, Claire wasn’t about to do.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Dec 18, 2017 14:24:26 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 18, 2017 14:24:26 GMT
Blue Lips, Blue Veins The day had been long and difficult, with nothing really to show for it. He’d just been working on a case that involved an epileptic pain manipulator who inflicted severe agony on those around them whenever she had a seizure. Working conditions were subsequently a little touch-and-go, and so far the team had been unable to control the seizures with any of the medication they’d tried. Neuro-imaging hadn’t pointed to any obvious solutions either, and every time the woman apologised for having a seizure it broke Nate’s heart.
Still, he had one last duty for the day, and fortunately it was a favourite regular of his. Nate had been assigned to Claire from fairly early on into her work for the MNRU, and it was the only time Nate was really granted access to this part of the research unit. She was a popular tool for Joyce Williams’ work, it seemed, and Nate had been brought on-board to keep her motivated and useful. Ever focused on patient-centred practice, Nate had instead followed Claire’s lead in investigating how her power actually worked. He also took quite a lot of time to make sure that she wasn’t starting to crack under the pressure of constant dream-walking sessions for the MNRU – she seemed fragile at best as it was.
He was followed closely by a member of the MNRU security team as he made his way down the corridor. Nate pretended not to notice, offering them a jovial smile as they passed him by once he reached Claire’s front door. He knocked as a manner of courtesy, but quickly let himself in once the security guy’s brow furrowed at Nate’s loitering.
“Good evening!” he called happily, doing his best to pull himself out of the fatigue of the day. He leaned up against the fireplace which divided Claire’s living area from the kitchen, eyeing up the pot of tea on the stove. “Enough for two?” he asked, gesturing to it hopefully.
She looked perhaps even more tired than he felt, which was worrying. He was definitely leaving his notes in his bag for now – she clearly needed a cup of tea before hearing any medical talk.
“How have you been?”
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Dec 18, 2017 13:53:57 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 18, 2017 13:53:57 GMT
The Best Medicine Getting contacted by Jack was certainly a surprise. It was even more of a surprise to be informed at 3 AM that Jack had covertly adjusted his schedule for the next day. They wanted him to look somebody over – a girl Jack had met by chance who now seemed to be employed by them, after a fashion. Nate had long adjusted to the fact that Jack was not your typical seventeen-year-old, but it still amused him to catch glimpses of how they chose to spend their time. Apparently their hobbies included adopting mute relics of the Soviet Union.
Some additional details had followed which Nate managed to look through in the morning. She was a meta-human – exceptionally strong and skilled in combat – and had been involved in some kind of secret super soldier program. A quick google of “све-177” revealed nothing, of course, but it had been worth a shot.
The most concerning piece of information was that this woman seemed to be reliant upon consuming blood. She had demanded a litre of blood a week – it was unclear as to whether this was the minimum she needed for staying alive or if this went towards fuelling her abilities.
He’d rolled his eyes once he finally saw the fake name Jack had provided for the poor girl. It wasn’t quite as bad as Sue Denim, but did they really have to settle for Trotsky?
Bethan passed him in the hall, smiling broadly. “Your next patient is waiting for you,” she said sweetly, apparently unconcerned that she’d just left a powerful meta-human alone in Nate’s consulting room. He thanked her hurriedly, quickening his pace and opening the door with more force than he’d intended.
He was greeted by the sight of a child – no, was it her? – firmly planted on the sink counter and taking a look at the contents of the cabinets before her. She was very short and wearing bunches, but Nate could only assume that this was in fact his patient. He couldn’t rule out that this was Jack’s idea of a hilarious practical joke, but for now he was settling for “Anna Trotsky”.
“Find anything interesting in there?” he asked, shutting the door and moving close to her, arms raised slightly in preparation to catch her if she slipped. As if slipping from a counter-top was going to be much concern to a Soviet super-soldier.
“Why don’t you take a seat? My name’s Dr. Havelock, by the way,” he said, offering a hand to help her down from the counter. “I could call you Anna Trotsky but I have strong suspicions that’s not actually your name.” He offered a teasing grin, trying to gauge her reaction. You tended to pick up pretty quickly on which patients did and didn’t have a sense of humour. With those bunches, Nate was counting on her to at least crack a smile.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Dec 13, 2017 21:15:09 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 13, 2017 21:15:09 GMT
Testing My Patients Nate took a few notes at that point – no comments, no remarks that Jack might read from across the room – but enough to maintain appearances.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen somebody explain it like that,” he said with a smile, mirroring Jack’s gesture.
He made a few more notes as Jack slouched and shrugged their way through the rest of their responses, just barely holding back a raised eyebrow at the remarks around Nate’s ability to understand his clients. In his experience, his clients hardly understood themselves at all, and it was Nate who helped piece them together and provide solutions for adapting to a flipped world. Sure he didn’t know what it was like to have a power himself, but he was a trained medical professional and he liked to believe he had a certain degree of empathy at his disposal.
They blinked suddenly, and Nate watched as the vulnerabilities that had surfaced on Jack’s face were suppressed once more.
“That’s an unusual comment about pyrokinesis,” Nate pointed out. Definite alarm bells over Jack’s legitimacy as a patient now. “It’s usually pretty obvious when a fire gets going. But yes, I think you’re right. Of course the power is part of you – it’s in your genes.”
The child in Nate was always amused by talk of genes. His thoughts inevitably traced it back to jeans instead, and in this case he was imagining somebody’s jeans getting caught on fire, just to add to the amusement.
Nate put the notebook back on the table and fixed Jack with a gentle, but firm, gaze. “I have meta-human colleagues.” He thought of Claire, who blurred the line between patient and colleague. “I’m sure there are meta-human psychiatrists, although probably not many if we consider the odds. My job, Jack, is to diagnose, treat and rehabilitate. I’ve worked with many different populations – schizophrenia, mood disorders, you know. Helped a lot of good people to regain control in the face of their illness. I’ve never suffered from any psychiatric disorder but I did it. A combination of competence, experience, knowledge and good old-fashioned empathy got me through. I believe the same applies here at the MNRU.”
He grinned at Jack. “So that’s why I’m here. Tell me Jack… unless that’s another Sue-Denim – what about you? Why are you really here?”
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Dec 11, 2017 16:22:16 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 11, 2017 16:22:16 GMT
Testing My Patients Nate nodded as Jack mocked the almost-definitely-fake doctor’s name, grabbing a nearby notepad and resting it on his knee. He held the pen poised, eyes firmly on Jack as they finished speaking and returned to their phone screen.
“Yes… I’ve never even heard the surname before, let alone combined with that unfortunate first name.” Nate grinned to himself, still slightly amused at how long it had taken him to register the joke. Maybe it really was her name, but it seemed all too coincidental in context. The fact that Jack had openly drawn attention to the name was another strike against it. Could this seventeen-year-old really have orchestrated this fake appointment? For what?
Jack seemed to have conveniently forgotten the fact that Nate hadn’t had much opportunity to ask any questions yet. They definitely enjoyed feeling superior, which was fine. Nate could work with that – clearly he wasn’t relatable as a young rebellious soul, and that would make sense if Jack really was here with some ulterior motive and not actually a pyrokinetic delinquent at all.
“I don’t,” Nate responded simply. He liked to keep his vocal opinions regarding powers neutral (he thought they were really cool and he was secretly jealous, but that wasn’t something you admitted to somebody who’s life was being destroyed by their own power). “Metahumans are quite the rare phenomena. So tell me Jack, when do you find yourself using your power?”
There was a hidden element there – was the use deliberate, or accidental?
Nate still needed to figure out how he could establish Jack as a fake patient. His gut was telling him, practically screaming at this point, that this kid was a liar. And a cocky one at that when it came to their pseudonyms. Maybe he needed to request a demonstration.
He eyed the fire extinguisher, but said nothing for now.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 9, 2017 11:45:45 GMT
Testing My Patients “Tell me about it, I’ve had the same argument with my father many times over the years he’s bothered to join us at the dinner table. Probably why-”
Nate stopped mid-sentence, looking Jack up and down. First the extremely questionable referral, and now the kid was happily discussing economics? They had definitely come across as intelligent, and Nate wasn’t exactly surprised by the subject matter – it was the way they were saying it. They seemed to have let their guard down for a second. Their eyes were glued to their phone but not in the usual lazily engaged way that most people stared at screens.
Something was up. If the kid was really as volatile as suggested, this room should have at least been partly scorched upon Nate’s return. Nate had a sneaking suspicion that the entire appointment had been orchestrated for some other purpose. Some kind of MNRU internal inspection, maybe?
“Hey, this doctor of yours, the one who referred you. Does she know you well?”
It was an odd line of questioning, one that Jack probably may have anticipated if they really were some kind of spy-patient, but it wasn’t exactly inappropriate.
Sue Denim. C’mon, that had to be a fake name. Either that, or her parents had a really dry sense of humour. Nate didn’t want to rule out that option entirely, but only because it tickled him that somebody would really name their child “Pseudonym.”
“Just trying to gather a full case history, I’m sure you know how it is,” he said, pandering to Jack’s apparent belief that they were an expert of all trades. “Establish the facts.”
And there it was. A subtle threat.
The ball was in Jack’s court now. If they were sent by the MNRU as some kind of test, then Nate was in a win-win situation. Either he’d identify a non-patient, as it were, thereby ensuring the security of the facility, or they’d play it off well and Nate would just continue the appointment as normal – probably not scoring well on account of leaving the room, but maybe redeeming himself with the rest of the procedure.
The interruption itself was suspicious, now that he thought about it.
Maybe not a generic MNRU inspection then; they wouldn’t be so needlessly dramatic. Probably an outsider looking to get into the research unit. Nate couldn’t lie to himself – if that was the case, he was pretty impressed. Maybe this seventeen-year-old was so smug and self-assured because they had every right to be.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 6, 2017 12:17:29 GMT
Testing My Patients It must be an emergency if the receptionist felt it appropriate to open the door on a confidential appointment with his patient. Especially a temperamental minor with a documented history of causing small infernos. Nate tried his best to look calm and composed in front of Jack as he got to his feet. A little alarm was natural, of course, but he didn’t want the sarcastic young man to think he was easily flustered. It would ruin his totally cool young Doctor-dude vibe.
“Are you sure it can’t w-”
Nate was cut off by some very sudden, very loud, very incomprehensible shouting from immediately behind the poor woman and he laughed awkwardly, his unfinished question answered for him.
“He says he has an appointment with you now, I told him that we can sometimes run late but…” The receptionist, Bethan, shrugged her shoulders helplessly. “I can’t say anything without him screaming, will you please tell him that he needs to wait?”
She was lowering her voice but it wasn’t really necessary. Even Nate’s thoughts felt like they were being drowned out in the cacophony. It really wasn’t easy to think straight. He looked over Bethan’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of the old man starting to push papers off the reception desk and, without even really considering it, pushed past her and ran to his side.
Bethan quietly pulled the door to, leaving Jack to his own devices while Nate tried to reason with the indignant patient.
It seemed like they’d been double-booked; Nate hadn’t even realised the man was on his list of patients for the day. It took a couple of minutes to rearrange the appointment - all but obliterating Nate’s lunch break in the process - and the man calmed down. He was surprisingly compliant, in fact.
Nate rushed back into the room, hoping that it hadn’t been set ablaze in the short time he’d been gone. No smoke, no ashes… thankfully.
It was about this moment that his tired mind caught up with itself, and the case notes he had been reviewing earlier swam to the forefront of his mind. Not the content itself, but the author. Sue Denim? Really?
His expression was a curious mix of relief and suspicion as he regarded the young person before him.
“They should really be paying her more,” he said eventually, trying to joke his way back into a more relaxed state (his natural mood when not surrounded by volatile meta-humans, and even then it was hardly fair to describe Nate as tense).
Nate grinned and pulled the door shut. Hopefully they weren’t due any more surprise visitors.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 3, 2017 18:48:31 GMT
Testing My Patients It came as no shock to Nate that he had read the teen perfectly. Straight away they had made themselves at home in the chair Nate hadn’t quite gotten round to offering yet, and offered their first of presumably many sarcastic digs. Nate took his time settling into his own chair, making an extra effort not to spin in it. He offered Jack a relaxed grin before laughing softly and shaking his head.
“Nah come on, you really think I’m that guy?”
Nate leaned in conspiratorially.
“You and I both know Sherlock couldn’t deduce the first thing about either of us, Jack. He’d make up something elaborate about the coffee stain on my shirt which, by the way,” Nate scrubbed at the offending mark, “Is actually juice. My blender threw a hissy fit.”
He took a moment to retrieve Jack’s file once more, making no attempts to hide it. He imagined they were pretty familiar with the circumstances of the referral anyway.
“Anyway…” Nate pulled out his notebook and balanced it carefully on his knee while he searched for a pen. “Pyro, huh? That must be fun.”
There was no way Nate was going to convince this person that he was a Cool, Relatable Adult, but it was kind of worth trying just to watch the expression on Jack’s face.
He wished the notes that Dr. ...who was the woman who referred him again? Nate wasn’t sure that it had been one he recognised. In any case, he wished the notes had been just a little more informative so that Nate felt like he had something to go off. He was going to have to let Jack lead the way for now before he could move onto any kind of assessment. Hey - the ideal model of healthcare was patient-led, right?
As if your average teenager would have it any other way. Nate had pretty much mastered the art of convincing unruly kids that his treatment plans had been entirely their idea - a necessary skill in his field - and from the looks of Jack, they weren’t your average teenager at all… Their cockiness gave the impression of being entirely justified.
Good. Nate enjoyed a challenge.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Post by Nathan Havelock on Dec 2, 2017 20:23:05 GMT
Testing My Patients Nate rolled back in his chair, indulging himself in a quick spin back and forth before turning his attention to the patient information on his screen. These shifts were his favourite – finally being able to interact with human beings rather than spending his time analysing neurological data alongside his fellow, sleep-deprived zombies that were the other members of his neuro team. Nate’s time at the San Francisco MNRU had taught him that his true passions really did lie in psychiatry, so it was with a spring in his step that he’d first entered the clinic room this morning.
This client had just been referred (very recently in fact, and had somehow shot to the top of the list) by a doctor in the city who was concerned about their ability to control their pyrokinesis. Nate had a fire extinguisher hidden round the side of his desk as a precaution.
With a pretty constantly heavy caseload at the unit, Nate didn’t really have the time to go through the files as much as he would have liked. He managed to gather the basics – young person, no recorded gender, not much in the way of medical history beyond vaccine records - and then he scanned through the referral, which was a lengthy, borderline-impenetrable wall of text, yet surprisingly vague. That was okay; he was going to have to gather his own data from the patient anyway.
The minute hand ticked over on his desk clock and Nate gave himself another gentle spin on his chair (they didn’t have such comfy chairs over in neuro) before heading to the door and popping his head out.
“Jack Outis?” he called cheerily, casting his eyes around the waiting room for somebody who fit the teenage meta-delinquent bill.
A pair of eyes met his own – their gaze sharp and steady – and Nate instantly knew that this was who he was looking for. They were decidedly ambiguous in gender presentation, with a skinny frame that was almost alarming in nature, and had exactly the kind of look that Nate frequently found in kids who’d developed impressive powers alongside a natural disregard for authority. Their jaw was set in an oddly defiant, smug kind of way, but it was their eyes that really gave away the game.
Confident, bright with intelligence, looking up at Nate with a light mix of disdain and boredom; this kid clearly thought they were superior to everyone in every room.
Nate continued to hold his breezy grin, unfazed. He’d always had a bias towards the cocky young rebels who came through these doors. They were just more fun.
Plus, Nate liked to think they reminded him a little of himself.
|
|
got a photograph dream on the getaway mile
ALIAS
Nate
AGE
26
Inactive
|
Nov 23, 2017 20:41:17 GMT
Post by Nathan Havelock on Nov 23, 2017 20:41:17 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","hopelove"]
| |
[attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"]
Nathan Havelock
[attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
Got a Photograph Dream[break]
On the Getaway Mile
|
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]
ALIAS // nate
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty-six
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // male
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // civilian
|
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]
HAIR // dark brown[break]
EYES // brown[break]
SKIN // white[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
Nate likes to think that he looks like an everyday dude in his twenties – perhaps even a little rebellious – which he would if it weren’t for the price tags. He is obviously a little too well put together to have really come from anywhere except a particularly comfortable financial background and, although he’ll never realise it, Nate just doesn’t quite “get it”.
[break][break]
GENERAL[break][break]
Periodic bursts of motivation to keep in shape mean that Nate is usually a very fit and well-toned young man. He’s on the taller end of average, just over 5’11, with strong, sharp features softened by warm brown eyes. He likes to keep his hair just a little longer than his mother approves of and has a similar approach to his facial hair. Nothing ever gets too out of hand – he was raised better than to look slobby – but he definitely prefers a more laid-back aesthetic to counter his privileged upbringing.
[break][break]
Nate is certainly aware of his good looks but isn’t conniving enough to take advantage of them. At most, he just feels a little more confident striking up conversations which is certainly a handy skill to have when you’re training to become a psychiatrist. It also helps when chatting up the ladies, and Nate’s modest string of equally attractive exes is proof of that.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Nate’s perception of life has been a little skewed by his parents’ wealth and high society tendencies. Although he wants to break away from his parents’ expectations and avoid following the path of a typical trust fund baby, Nate doesn’t quite understand what it’s actually like to be one of the “common people”. For example, his idea of a defiant career choice was to train as a doctor. Admittedly, his mother was devastated that he didn’t want to follow in his father’s corporate footsteps, but the thought that not everybody can afford to go to medical school has certainly never crossed Nathan’s mind. To him, training as a doctor (and to then not even go down a flashy surgical route) is an act of pure rebellion.
[break][break]
In spite of this, Nate is not a bad guy by any means. He’s a hard worker and is always willing to go the extra mile to put a smile on people’s faces. His easy-going, approachable nature means that Nate is never without options for good company and he has many friends both inside and outside of the world of medicine. Admittedly, the friends he has outside of medicine are definitely still a part of his parents’ social circle… but Nate hasn’t really had that many chances to meet peers who aren’t rich kids.
[break][break]
He’s pretty desperate to be perceived as “normal” and likes to think that he does quite well at it, even though he’s never wanted for anything in his life. Although he doesn’t lead an extravagant day-to-day lifestyle, Nate still wouldn’t think twice about ordering from the top shelf on a big night out. He means well but it’s just impossible for him to really understand what it’s like not to have money and status.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"] Lewis, Nate’s father, comes from a line of respectable and successful businessmen. He inherited his company from his own father but, to his credit, has grown it significantly over the decades that it has been in his capable hands. His wife Carol is fifteen years his junior; an ambitious, glamorous social climber who seized the opportunity to marry into a wealth far greater than her own. After thirty years of marriage, they still tolerate each other, but that’s probably because they lead quite separate lives. [break][break] Nate’s early childcare was handled mostly by a series of capable nannies. He’s always gotten along with his father, even though he barely had a hand in raising his son, but clashes with his mother who seems to epitomise everything he dislikes about the society they live in. Her life always seemed so needlessly political, with Nate often wondering if she actually liked any of the friends she chose to spend her time with. She’s always made it clear which of his friends she approves of and, sometimes, her domineering has succeeded in scaring away those of whom she does not. [break][break] Having always attended highly selective, highly expensive private schools, Nate was nearly always surrounded by peers that suited Carol’s expectations for her only son. All of these peers, barring a few who leapt headfirst into a cyclical world of pills and rehab, have subsequently either become quite successful adults… or married them. Nate is definitely not short of names to drop. [break][break] His closest friends include Harriet, daughter of two petroleum engineering consultants, and Tyler, whose parents work predominantly overseas across a range of corporations. Consequently, Tyler had hosted the vast majority of high school parties that Nate had attended in his youth. The three of them understand the busy nature of each other’s lives and enjoy extremely low-maintenance friendships. Unfortunately, Harriet in particular is often a source of jealousy for Nate’s romantic interests due to her youthful, TV-star looks, but he’s never seen her as anything more than a very close friend. [break][break] (Well, they fooled around once at a party years ago, but that just served to prove the point that they were better off as friends. For some reason, Nate’s past girlfriends haven’t been too happy when he’s admitted this.) [break][break] Nate went straight from high school into an accelerated Pre-Med to MD program at California Northstate University in Sacramento, studying there for six years before moving back to his hometown of San Francisco to commence his combined residency in neurology and psychiatry. In his first year there, the world was turned upside down, and Nate was part of a cohort hurriedly funnelled into meta-human specialisation. The majority of his current work centres on studying the neurological aspects of powers, but ultimately Nate hopes to move his focus over to pure psychiatry with a specialism in meta-human mental health. [attr="class","hopelovebot1"]
PLAYED BY calico
[attr="class","hopelovebot2"] EOIN MACKEN as NATHAN HAVELOCK PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.hopelove]padding:25px;width:500px;color:#707e8c[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovename]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #4a5b66;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovename2]background-color:#4a5b66;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;text-transform:uppercase;line-height:50px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovelyric]font:bold 8px Calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#707e8c;height:50px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopeloveleft]border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;border-top:none;padding:10px;font:10px Calibri;text-transform:lowercase;letter-spacing:1px;white-space:nowrap;background-color:#f9f9f9;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopeloveleft b]text-transform:uppercase;color:#4a5b66;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovetitle]background-color:#4a5b66;font:bold 10px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:15px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;margin:10px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovetop]border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovebot1]background-color:#4a5b66;height:10px;width:30%;padding:10px;font:10px Calibri;line-height:10px;color:#ffffff;float:left;margin-right:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovebot2]background-color:#f9f9f9;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;padding:9px;height:10px;font:10px Calibri;color:#4a5b66;line-height:10px;text-align:left;margin-top:10px;letter-spacing:1px;white-space:nowrap;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.hopelovesub b]font:bold 10px Calibri;text-transform:uppercase;color:#4a5b66;letter-spacing:1px[/newclass] |
|
