Nathan Liddell
Faceclaim: Ed Westwick
Species: Pure Nephilim
Age: 21
Status: In The Community.
Family: Malakai Liddell (Father) Oliver Liddell (Brother) 

Nathan was born to Mary-Anne and Malakai Liddell, he was a healthy baby of 7 and a half pounds. But he wasn’t born into a healthy family.

His mother, ever the drunkard, would scream at him whenever he dared cry, Malakai used to have to stop her from beating him when he was still only a fetus, and as Nathan grew up, he noticed more and more how his beloved father would step in between Mary-Anne and her first-born.

The poor child, amidst a house of blood and sorrow. Yet, Against all odds, this poor child grew up to be a quiet, polite male with a hopeful twinkle in his eye, but with his parents relationship the only one he saw, he decided to more or less abstain from relationships in his years, He had zero clue why his father stayed with his mother because if this was their example of love...Who’d want that?

Nathan was a bright boy, He passed through school in a silent air of intellect, taking in everything like a sponge. He loved to read because it allowed him to escape. Escape from the arguments Mary-Anne started, escape from the blood he saw stained into the carpet, escape from what he knew was a toxic life. His books were his haven, and the night of his 12th birthday was no different.

Mary-Anne stood in the living room, her usual screaming echoing through the halls, but as Nathan tried to cover his ears, hidden under his bed, he smelt something...funny. His curiosity was almost deadly as he snuck from under the bed and crawled along the floor until he spotted the cause of the smell.

The black smoke hurt his eyes, in the centre of the room was a pile of books, well...embers, but books they were. Nathan’s books. Oliver was at a friends house, and so when Nathan ran out to try and save his books, his skin burning and blistering upon contact.

Nathan remembered the pain, he remembered his father grabbing at him, his screams as he was whisked to the hospital And he remembered every word his father said.

“Say nothing, hold up your hands and say nothing. They’ll understand, just please...don’t mention your mother.” And he didn’t, of course he didn’t, who would...if they’d of seen Malakai’s eyes, the...fear in those eyes. So Nathan stayed quiet as the nurses asked their questions and every day after that too. He spoke only when spoken too, he nodded and shook his head and shrugged more than anything, because he didn’t want to get into trouble again.

Over time his hands healed, Oliver remained none-the-wiser to that sorrowful night and Malakai and Mary-Anne never mentioned it again.

And so life went on, the dark cloud that loomed over their home merely growing bigger and bigger. Until the night Oliver rid them of it.

For Good.

Nathan Remember Mary-Anne coming at him with a butchers knife, but he’d become more cocky than he should have, knowing his father would step in. Until the blade sliced his cheek. He was frozen, as if the blade had sent ice through his whole body, his vision blurred and his ears hissed.

Looking back, he believed he blacked out, because the next thing he knew, Oliver's scream had brought him back and his hand was clamping over his little brother's mouth, hushing him. Nathan had read enough thrillers to know who would go to prison for this murder, so his mind acted quickly.

When he was sure Oliver had grown silent, Nathan removed his hand and moved to the kitchen. He grabbed the mop, turned the hot tap on and began cleaning, telling Oliver and his father to wrap the body up in the soiled rug. He cleaned up, pouring bleach all over the floor and mopping every speck of red he could see.

The whole family as robotic in these movements, He was sure Oliver had thrown up somewhere, he could smell it.

But then, with the body buried and the car packed in the most casual way they could, they left, Quick and sudden.

They drove until the sun came up and kept on driving.  All the way to Evermore City. They stopped for food, originally, then Oliver became transfixed with the unusual architecture, Nathan discovered just how different their laws and justice system was and figured out that, not only were they finally free, they would be among others that were like them, Other nephilims that could help them become who they were meant to be...Who they were.

And of course the giant three floored library had some sway over Nathan's vote, naturally.

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Place Of Residence: Currently a 3 bedroom house in Evermore’s Nephilim Faction with Oliver and Malakai

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Personality Traits

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