AHRIMAN, nathaniel marcus [wip]

[nathaniel]

i dont need to be the hero tonight

NATHANIEL MARCUS ARHIMAN
nate. two hundred sixty three. male. heterosexual. angel. light. dorki.

If there are was anything Nathaniel wanted in the world, it would be a chance to have a 'good' life. To him, it was to have a loving family and a girl who would love him no matter what happened. Still to this day, he never gained it. Sometimes, he thinks he didn't do enough good deeds to earn it or maybe, he isn't good enough. Or maybe, he was never supposed to have that life at all.

But since day one, since he was born, he knew that the ideal life was out of his grasp.

His mother had died giving birth to him. It was either his life or hers and she chose to save Nate's. A child screams were heard across the halls, Nathaniel Marcus Ahriman was born, but also, lost his mother. You'll never understand the hurt a child has felt, to hear at a young age, when being scolded, that they were the reason their mother was dead. They were the reason some one had gotten hurt. They were the reason, the mistake, the idol of hate. but then again, No one can ever feel those emotions. Never as strongly as a young boy by the name of Nathaniel Ahriman. He had lost the only motherly figure in her life before he had even opened his bright, blue eye. But he could remember the sweet, soft voice of his mothers whenever he cried himself to sleep.

He would be a toddler and no one would know. He would be a child, and none would care. Well, that's what he thought. But they did. They did care for him. Nate had ran away (hiding under her bed more like it). He swore that he was was never going to come home. One day, Nathaniel did was he swore to do -- run away. (In reality, he hid under his bed where he was not going to be found)His older brother and sister looked everywhere for him. And once his father had gotten the news, ia matter of seconds, the panicky dad found his son passed out under the bed. a teddy bear and his blanket and a loaf of bread was all he had.

Nate was always a daring, mischeivious little boy, running around the house at a young age, and even being to the hospital a few times for falling down the stairs, and what was even more outrageous was the fact that he had marks on his arms. Now many thought it was from his may experience from protecting humans.

He would always beg his daddy to give his a toy car like the other little boys had. But his dad, no matter how hard he begged, cry, screamed, never gave in. Really why would he buy his little boy a toy car when he barely had enough to place a roof over their heads? But when he asked for a dog, his father gave in instantly. Nate got to pick the dog, a large boxer, and he named her killer. He loved that puppy. He taught it everything. and the dog become his best friend.

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bitch please. no.