About Nathaniel Crane
ISFJ. Aries. Slytherin.
Vices: Definitely has a flash-fire temper that's not tricky to set off--he's either in a mood or he's not. A snappy type, prone to lashing out with verbal jabs whether on the defense or offense. Walks around scowling or broody to keep people away from him. Needs a lot of help just keeping up a schedule (100% the 'if I can set an alarm for it, I'm going to' type). Thin-skinned, regardless of how he wants to world to see him. Has little to no moral compass (much to his relation Sariel's chagrin). Is no stranger to the idea of being vindictive.
Virtues: He is stubborn and steadfast, much like any member of the Crane family should be. A completionist that sees all of his jobs, little or small, through until the end. Emotional, passionate, and compassionate just as much as he is ill-tempered. Has a knack for taking care of people in the medical sense. Honest when the need arises. And though it is often begrudgingly so, he does know how to be hospitable.
Canonically: As a mortal, Nathaniel was a knight in the Middle Ages--one with quite the skill set, though not the kindest soul to walk the earth. He followed the orders of his superiors like any good soldier should, up until the point where those actions were treasonous. Had he realized a little sooner, he might have taken a pass that time around. But, being ancestrally linked to Sariel, the little piece of his DNA that allowed him to be reborn an angel came to light, and so he got his second chance. His ancestor, ever the guiding light, did his best to do right by the younger man; Nate didn't make it easy, though he never strayed as much as he casually drifted. There was a strange comfort to the darker corners of life that he just couldn't pull his eyes from.
Which is probably why he ended up with Charon. The poor, immortal soul tied to Hades through powers most strong (and a bit of a case of Stockholm Syndrome, Nate had always thought). It was messy, but wasn't that just the nature of love sometimes? It is still something of a tangle, and though it aches his heart he can't walk away.
In Divina Luz, he's set himself up nicely. An RN in a pain management clinic, he works that job during the day while running a small, underground crime ring at night. Of course, nobody knows it's his business. The most they see of him is a doctor that isn't afraid to walk into grey areas to help a person in need. They also don't know that, as rocky as his relationship with Sariel may be, he slips him information when he can get it. He can say all he wants it's just for the trade off of a little law enforcement leniency, but the reality is it's mostly guilt. Because there's no way he'll ever live up to that angel's expectations.
Universally: As a rather new character, this part is a little more uncertain. Passion, temper, emotional, those are all things that would be nothing but constant. But his life and the paths he chooses to take, those may vary greatly when it comes to this man. Much is still unclear. Daniel Renaud is not.
Eat your heart out, Renaud.
A chuckle escaped his lips as the young woman clutching his arm spoke, perfectly timed and more than a little fueled by the glare he could feel from across the room. Daniel would, no doubt, be here tonight. Skulking somewhere in the back room, trying hard to curry the princess' favor once again. Tough luck there.
Nate was competitive by nature, always burning, constantly trying to get a leg up over whoever was just floating above and around him. He blamed his brother, as much as he loved the man, with the ease that he commanded a room. Attention. Power. And how he always seemed to reluctant and humble to take it. He was a perfect leader. A massive shadow, unintentionally looming, dwarfing him with every graceful step it took.
It was maddening. But he was going to fix it. Some days, it was hard to be confident of that. Other days, days like today with the princess arm in arm, there wasn't a doubt in his mind.
It wasn't a route he had ever saw himself taking until the king had announced the availability of his daughter. She was younger than he normally aimed for, but pretty, in a simple way. She wore nothing extravagant--she didn't need to, being the princess, as expected as it was for her dress to catch eyes before her title did. Marie liked it better this way, and he found something endearing in that. He had found her endearing, that was why he had courted her in the first place. Genuine interest.
Not because the moment he had met Daniel he wanted to take every one of his chances at power away from him. The other man, so close to him in age but so farther removed from any noble line, was far down on his list of friends and right at the top of his competitors. He'd rather not have him vying for Marie's attention.
Or, really, the attention of anyone in the royal family.
Summer blue eyes caught Daniel halfway across the room--really, they caught who he was speaking with. The king. His head titled slightly, eyes turning to squint with suspicion and disdain? Bold move, Renaud, he thought. Can't win the favor of one royal, just go up the ladder to the next. Nate's stomach squeezed with some ugly, burning emotion he couldn't put a finger on but gave him one directive. Stop this before it gets a chance to start. He gave Marie a small pat on the hand.
"You'll have to excuse me, love," he started, voice soft and eyes bright. Her brown eyes met his, glittering and inquisitive as he continued, "I realized I haven't greeted your father yet tonight, and I think I should fix that before the offense becomes criminal."
With a small laugh she let him off, and Nathaniel Crane eased his way through the crowd, warm smile and charming winning him as many looks as his carefully tailored grey suit with rich blue accents. He didn't speak as he reached closer to the pair, instead waiting until the king's gaze met his to make his first greeting.
"Good evening, your majesty," he started, gaze flickering quickly to Daniel before settling back on the king, "you'll have to forgive me for not coming to greet you sooner. Your daugther was regaling me with some stories of your summer vacations."