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Name: Nathaniel Saix

Age: 42 / November, 28th 479

Classification: Snake Hybrid (Pit Viper)

Gender: Male

Role: Marketplace owner Alcohol stand / Brewery (Salty Sailor Brew)

Nate has a small stand where he sells a small batch of alcohol. He holds one barrel at a time normally using the season as a theme. When he runs out he works on a new barrel. Doing his best to not run out before he can restock his shelf.

Height: 6’6”

Weight: 234lbs

Personality:

Adventurous +

Charismatic +

Bold +

Flirtatious +

Sarcastic -

Clumsy -

Cocky -

pride -

Nate is an ex professional sailor. Harboring an adventurous forward attitude. Living as if he’s still in his prime. Exploring and trying new things. Keeping a bold yet cocky front as he approaches new potential friends. To the right person he got a ton of Charisma. As he flirts his way into a conversation to help bring your guard down. And if that doesn’t do the trick the fact that he can barely walk in a straight line. Often tripping over his feet. It’s a shame that when he drinks he mixes up sarcasm with being flirtatious getting him into trouble. But too proud to back down from his own foolish mistake.

Likes:

-Sailor songs

- Any forms of Alcohol

- dancing

-Singing

- Swimming

- Sailing

- Flirting with strangers

- Warmth

Dislikes:

-Cold weather

-Veggies

-Questions about his eye.

-Being questioned for too long

-Flavorless beverages

-Losing

*History:

“From me Understandin'. I come from Ekialdean. But, I didn' grow up thar. I actually was taken from me homeland 'n grew on the water.” Leaning back in his chair arms resting behind his head.” Goin' from the bottom up. Learnin' how t' handle meself from watchin' ole sailors. Eventually even becomin' a Cap'n o' me owns ship.” A toothy gold grin piercing the poor soul interviewing Nathaniel. Not caring if they understood his broken sailor tongue.

“ Aye, That’s right I’ve been at sail since I was eight. I know how t' handle about any situation 'n 'ave been informed i’m a great sailor. I don’t mean t' brag but I’ve got plenty o' contacts on the main lands. I’m able t' get whatever be needed. Perks o' travelin' be the connections formed o'er many years. Me passion be Spirits (Alcohol). Even though I 'ave contacts I had t' learn how t' make the devils juice though trial 'n error. 'n at the current point in me life, I reckon I 'ave it down. I’ve even began t' fuse seasonal flavors in. Summer, be more o' a fruitful blend while fall be more bitters. 'ave ye ever tried a pumpkin spiced ale. It’s quite tasty if i do say so meself.” Leaning forward his hands waved in an nonchalant manner.

“Allowin' me on the island would be a great value t' all the residents. Spirits be a good way t' pass the time 'n relax. Nah only that but it’s a good way t' welcome newcomers. Share a brew 'n make new hearties. I don’t know of a better way. 'n maybe in the future I could achieve me dream. Openin' a bar t' feed 'n entertain. Wha' do ye say. Let an ole sailor join yer crew?”

Full History:

Nathaniel was born into a proper family in Ekialdean. He had a mother, a father, and an older sibling whom he loved dearly. Though his older sibling never quite treated him right. Facing physical or verbal abuse, it wasn’t a surprise that Nate was a bit of a cry baby. Yet, He followed his older sibling like a lost puppy. Sadly, when Nate was eight his older sibling snuck off to the harbor without their parent's knowledge. Nate following suit. A fight ended up occurred after the older sibling realized his younger sibling had tagged along. Causing Nathaniel to run off on his own. Finding his way onto a ship hiding, thinking it was temporary before accidentally falling asleep.

Waking up feeling the sway of the ship realizing he had set sail. Too late for him to turn back. Crying, Nate was found and approached by an old bearded hybrid who seemed confused about how a child had boarded the ship. Not sure what to do with the lad they ended up putting him in a small room locking them away. Making matters worse It had seemed the crew had been in an altercation on the mainland and had no intention of returning to Ekialdean. Putting Nate in a bit of a pickle.

After a few days, he was released from the room and told that he wouldn’t be returning home. In a panic, Nate wailed in despair. He didn’t know what he was in for. He didn’t know what the sailors would do with him. Thankfully they had decided to man the little guy up. Wishing to teach him the ways of a sailor. Learning how to be part of a team. He began to see the world. At first, trying to find his way back to Ekialdean. It almost seemed impossible for someone as young as himself to do it on his own. And though he wouldn’t say he gave up. He just found more opportunities while sailing the seas. Traveling from island to island, meeting new people. It not only helped boost his confidence. But, It made him feel as if he belonged. Of course, he would miss his family, he held them, dear, to his heart. But, he could only do so much and soon wished to push forward as he now looked to the bearded hybrid as a father.

Now following in their footsteps feeling like he had a knack for this sort of life. Years would pass and Nathaniel would grow. Strong, and mighty with knowledge of a great adventurer. Taking their way of life and turning it into his own. Speaking, eating, and working as a sailor. But it wasn’t always easy. As the crew he had been adopted into could be a bit much at times. He was now able to handle himself. No longer crying at the drop of a dime but laughing even joining in on shenanigans. Pulling his weight around showing his worth. The bearded hybrid who had found him was now treating Nathaniel more like a son. Bringing joy to the young snake and eventually handing the ship and crew over once feeling the snake was ready.

Now in his early twenties, Nate was living what he would call the dream. Though, after a while, he felt more in a rut. Of course, he loved his way of life. He adored his crew, new and old. He felt he needed a hobby. As a sailor, Nate had partaken in drinking. Finding himself looking into a bottle more often than he would like to admit. Taking interest in how to make such drinks. He was already traveling, So when they would dock he would set sights on the bar asking questions and getting information from local Brewers. Eventually gaining enough knowledge to try making his own. It wouldn’t take him too long before he would create something. Though at first not very tasty, It was a start. More time passed while Nate took pleasure in finding ways to perfect his beverages. Causing his crew to begin to question his motives. Feeling he had lost his way to the sea to a bottle of whiskey. And It might have been true. So within time, Nate had decided what had been done to himself. Passing the torch to a new captain.

Figuring he could set sail to a new adventure. The crew took Nathaniel back to Ekialdean at his request. The confirmation that made the sailors avoid the land was now long forgotten. Or at least unnoticed long enough for Nathaniel to return home. Though sadly. He had no home to return to. After being gone for 34 years. He had no memory of where he had once lived and found himself a bit out of luck. Working some odd jobs he was able to survive to the minimum at least. Using his knowledge of ale to break a path. But, he felt lost. Figuring he had fewer options on Ekialdean than he had while at sea. Weeks passed while he took this slump to heart before overhearing about Umeojin island. “A fresh go. Well, I don’t 'ave anythin' t' lose.” Deciding to apply. Now dreaming of opening a bar and starting brand new. No ties no problem.

*Reason for Boarding:

Giving a friendly toothy grin Nate leaned forward onto his forearms. “I don’t 'ave anythin' in Ekialdean holdin' me back. I spent most o' me life on an adventure. I would like t' start a new one. Me dream be t' owns me owns Bar. T' sell wha' makes me happy t' others. Make some new mateys on the way. Bring t' the island somethin' new 'n excitin'.” Holding up his cup to cheers. “T' new mateys! 'n t' the journey.” Bringing the cup to his mouth taking a large gulp before setting it back down and humming an old tune.

Hobbies:

-Making new drinks

- Sailing around

- Singing

- Drinking

- Dancing

Trivia:

-He loves to play his little fiddle.

- Used to have long hair, But Chopped it off when moving to the mainland.

-Likes to take warm soaks in a tub.

-Owns an eye patch but thinks it makes him look too much like a pirate. And brings more questions to him.

-He’s hard to embarrass. But if you manage prepare for the softest snake man you’ll ever meet.

- Always has samples of booze on him to hand out to potential customer’s.

-If you outdrink him. He will automatically find attraction to you and form a crush. Leaving little bottle of liquor at your doorstep.

RPInfo:

Roleplay method - I love HC and I often turn them into quick Rp’s. But I also love some intense Rp’s. Don’t be afraid to hurt my son. But expect a bit of a fight.

- Lit

- Script

- HC

Places to RP - discord.

Timezone - EST

Availability - Just send me a message, I’ll respond as soon as I can.

Description

Name: Nathaniel Saix

Age: 42 / November, 28th 479

Classification: Snake Hybrid (Pit Viper)

Gender: Male

Role: Marketplace owner Alcohol stand / Brewery (Salty Sailor Brew)

Nate has a small stand where he sells a small batch of alcohol. He holds one barrel at a time normally using the season as a theme. When he runs out he works on a new barrel. Doing his best to not run out before he can restock his shelf.

Height: 6’6”

Weight: 234lbs

Personality:

Adventurous +

Charismatic +

Bold +

Flirtatious +

Sarcastic -

Clumsy -

Cocky -

pride -

Nate is an ex professional sailor. Harboring an adventurous forward attitude. Living as if he’s still in his prime. Exploring and trying new things. Keeping a bold yet cocky front as he approaches new potential friends. To the right person he got a ton of Charisma. As he flirts his way into a conversation to help bring your guard down. And if that doesn’t do the trick the fact that he can barely walk in a straight line. Often tripping over his feet. It’s a shame that when he drinks he mixes up sarcasm with being flirtatious getting him into trouble. But too proud to back down from his own foolish mistake.

Likes:

-Sailor songs

- Any forms of Alcohol

- dancing

-Singing

- Swimming

- Sailing

- Flirting with strangers

- Warmth

Dislikes:

-Cold weather

-Veggies

-Questions about his eye.

-Being questioned for too long

-Flavorless beverages

-Losing

*History:

“From me Understandin'. I come from Ekialdean. But, I didn' grow up thar. I actually was taken from me homeland 'n grew on the water.” Leaning back in his chair arms resting behind his head.” Goin' from the bottom up. Learnin' how t' handle meself from watchin' ole sailors. Eventually even becomin' a Cap'n o' me owns ship.” A toothy gold grin piercing the poor soul interviewing Nathaniel. Not caring if they understood his broken sailor tongue.

“ Aye, That’s right I’ve been at sail since I was eight. I know how t' handle about any situation 'n 'ave been informed i’m a great sailor. I don’t mean t' brag but I’ve got plenty o' contacts on the main lands. I’m able t' get whatever be needed. Perks o' travelin' be the connections formed o'er many years. Me passion be Spirits (Alcohol). Even though I 'ave contacts I had t' learn how t' make the devils juice though trial 'n error. 'n at the current point in me life, I reckon I 'ave it down. I’ve even began t' fuse seasonal flavors in. Summer, be more o' a fruitful blend while fall be more bitters. 'ave ye ever tried a pumpkin spiced ale. It’s quite tasty if i do say so meself.” Leaning forward his hands waved in an nonchalant manner.

“Allowin' me on the island would be a great value t' all the residents. Spirits be a good way t' pass the time 'n relax. Nah only that but it’s a good way t' welcome newcomers. Share a brew 'n make new hearties. I don’t know of a better way. 'n maybe in the future I could achieve me dream. Openin' a bar t' feed 'n entertain. Wha' do ye say. Let an ole sailor join yer crew?”

Full History:

Nathaniel was born into a proper family in Ekialdean. He had a mother, a father, and an older sibling whom he loved dearly. Though his older sibling never quite treated him right. Facing physical or verbal abuse, it wasn’t a surprise that Nate was a bit of a cry baby. Yet, He followed his older sibling like a lost puppy. Sadly, when Nate was eight his older sibling snuck off to the harbor without their parent's knowledge. Nate following suit. A fight ended up occurred after the older sibling realized his younger sibling had tagged along. Causing Nathaniel to run off on his own. Finding his way onto a ship hiding, thinking it was temporary before accidentally falling asleep.

Waking up feeling the sway of the ship realizing he had set sail. Too late for him to turn back. Crying, Nate was found and approached by an old bearded hybrid who seemed confused about how a child had boarded the ship. Not sure what to do with the lad they ended up putting him in a small room locking them away. Making matters worse It had seemed the crew had been in an altercation on the mainland and had no intention of returning to Ekialdean. Putting Nate in a bit of a pickle.

After a few days, he was released from the room and told that he wouldn’t be returning home. In a panic, Nate wailed in despair. He didn’t know what he was in for. He didn’t know what the sailors would do with him. Thankfully they had decided to man the little guy up. Wishing to teach him the ways of a sailor. Learning how to be part of a team. He began to see the world. At first, trying to find his way back to Ekialdean. It almost seemed impossible for someone as young as himself to do it on his own. And though he wouldn’t say he gave up. He just found more opportunities while sailing the seas. Traveling from island to island, meeting new people. It not only helped boost his confidence. But, It made him feel as if he belonged. Of course, he would miss his family, he held them, dear, to his heart. But, he could only do so much and soon wished to push forward as he now looked to the bearded hybrid as a father.

Now following in their footsteps feeling like he had a knack for this sort of life. Years would pass and Nathaniel would grow. Strong, and mighty with knowledge of a great adventurer. Taking their way of life and turning it into his own. Speaking, eating, and working as a sailor. But it wasn’t always easy. As the crew he had been adopted into could be a bit much at times. He was now able to handle himself. No longer crying at the drop of a dime but laughing even joining in on shenanigans. Pulling his weight around showing his worth. The bearded hybrid who had found him was now treating Nathaniel more like a son. Bringing joy to the young snake and eventually handing the ship and crew over once feeling the snake was ready.

Now in his early twenties, Nate was living what he would call the dream. Though, after a while, he felt more in a rut. Of course, he loved his way of life. He adored his crew, new and old. He felt he needed a hobby. As a sailor, Nate had partaken in drinking. Finding himself looking into a bottle more often than he would like to admit. Taking interest in how to make such drinks. He was already traveling, So when they would dock he would set sights on the bar asking questions and getting information from local Brewers. Eventually gaining enough knowledge to try making his own. It wouldn’t take him too long before he would create something. Though at first not very tasty, It was a start. More time passed while Nate took pleasure in finding ways to perfect his beverages. Causing his crew to begin to question his motives. Feeling he had lost his way to the sea to a bottle of whiskey. And It might have been true. So within time, Nate had decided what had been done to himself. Passing the torch to a new captain.

Figuring he could set sail to a new adventure. The crew took Nathaniel back to Ekialdean at his request. The confirmation that made the sailors avoid the land was now long forgotten. Or at least unnoticed long enough for Nathaniel to return home. Though sadly. He had no home to return to. After being gone for 34 years. He had no memory of where he had once lived and found himself a bit out of luck. Working some odd jobs he was able to survive to the minimum at least. Using his knowledge of ale to break a path. But, he felt lost. Figuring he had fewer options on Ekialdean than he had while at sea. Weeks passed while he took this slump to heart before overhearing about Umeojin island. “A fresh go. Well, I don’t 'ave anythin' t' lose.” Deciding to apply. Now dreaming of opening a bar and starting brand new. No ties no problem.

*Reason for Boarding:

Giving a friendly toothy grin Nate leaned forward onto his forearms. “I don’t 'ave anythin' in Ekialdean holdin' me back. I spent most o' me life on an adventure. I would like t' start a new one. Me dream be t' owns me owns Bar. T' sell wha' makes me happy t' others. Make some new mateys on the way. Bring t' the island somethin' new 'n excitin'.” Holding up his cup to cheers. “T' new mateys! 'n t' the journey.” Bringing the cup to his mouth taking a large gulp before setting it back down and humming an old tune.

Hobbies:

-Making new drinks

- Sailing around

- Singing

- Drinking

- Dancing

Trivia:

-He loves to play his little fiddle.

- Used to have long hair, But Chopped it off when moving to the mainland.

-Likes to take warm soaks in a tub.

-Owns an eye patch but thinks it makes him look too much like a pirate. And brings more questions to him.

-He’s hard to embarrass. But if you manage prepare for the softest snake man you’ll ever meet.

- Always has samples of booze on him to hand out to potential customer’s.

-If you outdrink him. He will automatically find attraction to you and form a crush. Leaving little bottle of liquor at your doorstep.

RPInfo:

Roleplay method - I love HC and I often turn them into quick Rp’s. But I also love some intense Rp’s. Don’t be afraid to hurt my son. But expect a bit of a fight.

- Lit

- Script

- HC

Places to RP - discord.

Timezone - EST

Availability - Just send me a message, I’ll respond as soon as I can.