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Player NAME: Laurel
Current AGE: 27
Player TIME ZONE: EST
Personal JOURNAL:eternalferret
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Player PLURK: eternalferret
Current CHARACTERS: Claudia Donovanacts_of_claudia
» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Nathan Explosion
Canon & MEDIUM: Metalocalypse - TV
Canon PULL-POINT: Post season 4.
Character AGE: 38
Character ABILITIES: He's an accomplished singer and extremely adept at punching people in the face and mangling them with snow globes. He has also been known to summon lake trolls and other such ridiculous things using only his voice... accidentally, of course.
Character HISTORY:
Nathan was born in Florida to Oscar and Rose Explosion and, hey, with a name like that how could he not become a rock star? He had a rough childhood, to say the least. He didn’t speak until the age of 5. When he was in second grade he was elected class president… only to watch silently as a redneck being chased by the police crashed through the wall and killed his entire class. High school wasn’t much better. He was really only good at football and, uh, dissecting frogs. Everything else? Not so much. In the end he dropped out and decided to go into music which turns out to be the best decision he’s ever made. He still can’t stand his parents but they’re stupid jack-offs who don’t know shit about music or what’s brutal or, you know, anything.
Not much is known about Nathan’s experience prior to forming Dethklok. It’s insinuated that Dethklok is not his first band, however. The original Dethklok lineup consisted of himself, Skwisgaar Skwigelf on lead guitar, Pickles the Drummer, William Murderface on bass and Magnus Hammersmith on rhythm guitar. However a change was due after an incident where Magnus stabbed Nathan in the back (no, really, he stabbed him in the back with a dagger) over creative differences. Specifically the fact that Magnus thought it was his band and that it would be nothing without him. Nathan told him that the band was all of theirs and he was sounding crazy… and the dude fucking stabbed him. Needless to say Nathan kicked his ass and they kicked Magnus out of Dethklok. But what did the asshole do? Trashed their instruments and painted “revenge is coming” on the wall. As of the canonpoint Nathan is coming from they have yet to see any of this promised revenge and he’s pretty much forgotten the dude. So out goes Magnus and in comes Toki Wartooth. A lost puppy of a rhythm guitarist but he’s not too bad, especially when he’s playing next to Skwisgaar.
Along the way Dethklok gains one badass manager in the form of Charles Foster Ofdensen and a record deal with Crystal Mountain Records. Fucking brutal. They had a meteoric rise to fame and their popularity hasn’t dropped one bit since. Between record sales and merchandise Dethklok isn’t just rich – it’s the seventh largest economy in the world. The bottom line? Money, groupies, stuff and all the booze he can drink. Life is good.
Since then things have taken many twists and turns, many for the worse. Nathan has fought many battles with his identity and whether or not finding a girlfriend is really in the cards for him. His relationships have gone from bad to worse to pure disaster. One girlfriend fell down numerous flights of stairs and ended up in a coma... and cheated on him while in said coma. The next series of dating attempts ended with the other band members making friends with all of them and making things extremely awkward. Most recently it ended with him stealing a woman Pickles had his eye on and the band falling apart as a result. The band broke up and things ended in catastrophe at their farewell concert with the head of Crystal Mountain Records dying at the hands of the "half man" Selatsia. At that point Charles finally fills them in on this prophecy that he'd been secretly working on and Nathan discovers he's somehow been receiving messages from a giant underwater beast guiding him on the path towards his destiny. He thought it was all bullshit until the funeral when the earth literally split open and one of his band mates was gravely wounded and kidnapped by Magnus Hammersmith who apparently works for the other douchebags now. Needless to say Nathan is pissed and ready for vengeance.
Character PERSONALITY:
Nathan Explosion is an incredible example of contradictions. At first glance he appears to be an uneducated, uncivilized oaf. On the outside that description is an apt one. However, there is more to Nathan than meets the eye.
I'm having my cabinet, schedule a debate,
the world will be our witness, judged in eyes of hate,
I challenge the gods, to stand their ground,
Taste my word sword, in your filthy mouths
When Nathan is forced to give a speech or speak off the cuff at all he tends to stumble and lose focus. Even if he has a written speech in front of him he reads it haltingly, pronouncing most of the words incorrectly. It generally ends with him ditching the speech and going off on a tear about how everyone’s going to die or something to that effect. However, one look at his song lyrics and you would think they were written by a completely different person. As inept as he is with public speaking he is a brilliant lyricist. He dedicates the vast majority of his brain power and energy to writing lyrics and coming up with new songs. Never without his trusty tape recorder, he’s constantly dictating song ideas and coming up with new brutal concepts – like recording an album entirely for fish with songs with such titles as Mermaider about, what else, mermaid murder.
Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We Stand Like GODS Our DETHS Desired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul… Your Soul… Soul
When it comes to the music Nathan is extremely particular. Not only does he write and record all the lyrics but he ends up helping Murderface with the bass line (along with everyone else. That dick doesn’t do anything). He is also experienced as an engineer, able to mix Dethklok’s music himself… and delete it. The one thing his band mates would definitely say about him is he is an extreme perfectionist when it comes to their music. He has been known to destroy entire albums because he wasn’t happy with them - even as they were on their way to the grand release. If something isn’t up to his standards it’s GONE no questions asked. He’d much rather destroy it entirely than try to figure out how to fix it. He’ll let another engineer work on the album but he gets final say or else.
Trapped inside a box
Four long years
Hiding from the world
Punished by your peers
Studied teachers words
Staff appointed hearts
Earned a piece of paper
Now go forth and start
Nathan Explosion never graduated high school. Granted, this didn’t stop him from becoming one of the biggest rock stars in the world and making butt loads of money but it’s still one hurdle in life that he never overcame. He's not unintelligent by any means. He knows a great deal about things that interest him or that have bearing on his life - such as medieval armor or contracts. However if he finds himself in a position where he has to, say, do an audiobook of the works of Shakespeare, he hits a roadblock and doesn't understand it at all, nor does he want to. He may able to write amazing lyrics but he knows he lacks in many other areas. He tries to expand his mind in other ways when he can; doing crossword puzzles and reading (he’s also the only member of Dethklok who has reading glasses). However, despite his obvious shortcomings he does have moments of surprising intelligence… though they’re few and far between the moments where he pours rice into a grocery cart because he only needs one cup.
One thing that Nathan doesn’t understand is money. He knows he has it. He knows what to use it for but that’s about it. He’ll ask Charles for $10,000 to go buy himself socks and be confused as to why he says no. At the core it really boils down to the fact that he just doesn’t care enough to know. He’s got it. A lot of it. Why should he care about it? If he gets bored why shouldn’t he be able to go to the store and buy a bag full of designer watches to smash? You’d be amazed how much of a stress reliever that is.
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
Nathan is very peculiar when it comes to who he cares about. To start with- no matter what he says or how much he bitches he does care a great deal about the band and each member of it. He’s just… not really good at sharing his feelings about, well, anything. There’s also the fact that the band has an agreement not to care about each other. But he’s come to care about these other men he’s lived with and worked with these years despite himself. Granted, he still thinks they’re a bunch of dildos who keep fucking everything up but they’re still his band. Charles describes him as one of the two most responsible members of the band and he's right. When it comes down to it he and Pickles are the only two band members who have any clue what's going on and give enough of a shit to make sure everyone else is alive. He has saved the other members of the band on a few occasions. The most notable examples are of Toki and Charles. When Mordhaus was in flames he carried a drunk Toki over his shoulder as he climbed a ladder to safety, telling him outright that he drinks too much and he needs to get his head out of his ass and stop it. When Toki is attacked by a kid looking to put him in a diabetic coma he chases the bastard down (in his Dethbathrobe) and destroys the hand he frets with with a fucking snow globe. Of anything that can happen in this world or the next no one fucks with his band but him.
Through the years he's developed a relationship of sorts with Charles as well. He may think that Charles can be a dick who won’t let them do anything but he knows that he’s one of the main reasons they’ve come as far as they have and stayed on top despite each and every obstacle that gets thrown their way. When Charles was being attacked by the man in the silver mask it was Nathan who bashed him in the head and left him for dead. Charles was still thought dead after the event and it left the band in turmoil. The 9 months before Charles returned gave Nathan a new respect for the man and all the work he does... not that he'd ever admit it, of course.
As far as his fans go? Well, he’s described as having a psychological profile similar to Joseph Stalin and if he chose he could rule a large portion of the world with just a few words to his fans. The problem? He hates his fans. Truly. He loves their money and he loves the chicks who throw themselves at him but other than that? He couldn’t care less. He thinks they’re pathetic jack-offs and just doesn’t understand most of what they do. He’ll do things for the fans not because it’s the right thing to do but because it’s the right thing to do financially. Of course if he did care about his fans he would probably care more that so many of them die at every Dethklok event.
Breathless you pose burning with spite
Beauty is so crude contrite
Venom you bleed bile within
Knowing their fate architect sin
One thing that continually rears its ugly head is Nathan’s body image issues. He may not always be the first to admit he’s started to let himself go but he won’t disagree with that fact. Constant drinking and a nearly sedentary lifestyle has resulted in a bit of a beer gut and, let’s face it, he’s not getting any younger. Generally he doesn’t give a shit, comfortable in his jeans and t-shirts but once in a while, either when a tabloid publishes an unflattering photo or Toki takes off his shirt, he’s reminded of his own less than trim physique. But does he plan on fixing this? Eeeeeeeh probably not. Of course he has been known to work out excessively when all other options for, ah, self gratification are impossible.
Draw your sword
I'll meet you at the battle rock
Space will see me through
I can't be killed
I have no way to die
There’s a great deal more to Nathan Explosion than is evident at first glance. He’s got as many insecurities and fears as normal jack-offs, though he would never admit it. Fame hasn’t made him more egotistical; it’s made him more of a misanthrope if anything. He’d much rather sit in his jacuzzi in Mordhaus, drink a beer, look at some porn and write some lyrics than deal with any of his fans. He's grown up immensely through the years Dethklok has been together but in a lot of ways he's still incredibly naive. All of the violence at their concerts have made him practically immune to blood and death. He can watch someone crushed by a falling piece of the set in one moment and have a dopey grin on his face talking about going fishing with his dad the next. He still has a somewhat idealistic view of love, as well. Most recently in his canon he decides that he's in a relationship with the woman who had produced their most recent album and proclaims it to the world with no regard to what she wants. All he knew is he wanted her to be his girlfriend. The thought that she might not want the same thing never even occurred to him. Things are taking a serious turn for him, though, and he's in a position where he's going to have to step up because someone's life is at stake. He just needs to come to terms with this so he can find that he's more ready for this task than he thinks.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Nathan's weapon is his voice. Just as his progression has been in canon it will start out like a typical sonic weapon. The louder he screams the more effective it is. The radius won't be very far at first but within a few meters people will be deafened by the sound. As he levels up they will be knocked off their feet and the radius will slowly grow. When he gets to much higher levels, however, he'll slowly learn how to use his voice more softly, eventually being able to manipulate people into doing as he says just by him speaking to them - perhaps with deadly results.
Character INVENTORY: Uuuuuuh not much. Other than his clothes he'll have his dethphone... He has no need to carry shit. That's what everyone else is for.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON:
Is this thing on? I don’t think this is on. What. How is this even supposed to… I don’t think this is working. [There are a few beeps as he hits a few buttons] Hellooooo? Is this even on? I don’t know how this **** thing works. This is… [mutters] Stupid fucking tablet
[He sighs heavily, the breath seems to go on forever before he hits another button]
What does that blinking light mean? Is it… oh. It’s on.
[He clears his throat. He’s got some Very Important things to say after all]
Hi this is Nathan. [pause] Nathan Explosion. [pause] From Dethklok. [He pauses, waiting for people to react the way they normally do. You know. Scream. Cry. Kill themselves. Chicks ripping off their clothes and throwing themselves at him. The usual.
When that doesn't happen he squints at it again]
No really is this thing even fucking on?
Third PERSON:
Nathan sighed and glowered at the decrepit buildings as he walked down the sidewalk. Christ this place was more of a fucking dump than he initially thought... and that was saying a lot. He saw a few people coming towards him from the other direction and he stopped dead, rolling his eyes. Oh. Okay. Here we go. This is familiar. Now these jagoffs will recognize him and start screaming and next thing he'd know it would be a stampede and the Klokateers would have to come in with their shotguns and clear a path so he can go get a fucking sandwich. Ugh he didn't know why he bothered some days. He took a breath and waited.
Aaaaaanytime, now.
They came up next to him and nodded politely. Okay. Aaaaaaaand now they'll realize who he was...
But they walked right by, continuing on with their conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Didn't they realize they'd just walked past Nathan fucking Explosion? Nathan Explosion. The frontman of the biggest band in the world?! Nathan's eyes went wide and he whirled around, staring after the oblivious couple as they laughed and walked on. They didn't recognize him. They just thought he was some regular guy on the street. Some guy. Some. Fucking. Guy. Was that all he was, now? Some Guy? Rage boiled deep in his chest as he realized that that's what this place did to him. Sure they had basically given him permission to go fucking kill people but this... the fact that he was just a nameless face in a broken down city... he didn't know if he could handle that. His heart pounded as his mind spun and whirled, trying to grasp the concept of anonymity. It had been so long since his name and face had become recognizable by anyone in the world, no matter what rock they lived under. He realized he didn't remember how to live like a regular jagoff. The mere thought that he would ever have to do that again had simply never occurred to him. If no one knew who he was then who would cater to his every need? More importantly than that - how was he gonna pick up chicks? He might never have another blow job again!
Wait. No. He dropped his gaze and brought that train of thought to a screeching halt. There was no need to go that far. He got dates before Dethklok and he could do it again. This time he might be able to avoid the crazy ones who were only after his money. Hey, yeah, maybe he could actually not have to deal with people trying to kill him every other week. That could be a thing, right? Well... except for the UE assholes but he can just fucking kill them back so there's no problem there. Yeah. Yeah he could do this. He was a regular fucking jagoff... who just happened to be Nathan fucking Explosion. A smile grew on his lips, his face catching the light just enough to twist it into a wicked grin. And if that didn't work he'd just have to show the rest of these douchebags who he really was and it would all fall into place again. His smile faltered and slowly crumbled as he realized that that wouldn't work without the rest of the band... and they were still back home on the Dethsub.
His fist shot out and slammed into the building next to him, cracking the brick facade. No. He couldn't think about them. Not now. Not here. He'd be sent back eventually and then he could go kill that motherfucker Magnus. Until then... he flexed his hand, popping his knuckles and shaking off the brick dust. Until then he'd just practice on these UE dickheads.
For added amusement here's a link to a post from Drama Drama Duck.
» ADDITIONAL NOTES
Nathan’s Dethklok wiki entry
The Tribunal’s description of Nathan
Video for Go Forth and Die
Lyrics to Dethklok’s songs (He’s pretty hard to understand on his best days
Player NAME: Laurel
Current AGE: 27
Player TIME ZONE: EST
Personal JOURNAL:
eternalferretIM & SERVICE: eternalferret on AIM
Player PLURK: eternalferret
Current CHARACTERS: Claudia Donovan
acts_of_claudia» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Nathan Explosion
Canon & MEDIUM: Metalocalypse - TV
Canon PULL-POINT: Post season 4.
Character AGE: 38
Character ABILITIES: He's an accomplished singer and extremely adept at punching people in the face and mangling them with snow globes. He has also been known to summon lake trolls and other such ridiculous things using only his voice... accidentally, of course.
Character HISTORY:
Nathan was born in Florida to Oscar and Rose Explosion and, hey, with a name like that how could he not become a rock star? He had a rough childhood, to say the least. He didn’t speak until the age of 5. When he was in second grade he was elected class president… only to watch silently as a redneck being chased by the police crashed through the wall and killed his entire class. High school wasn’t much better. He was really only good at football and, uh, dissecting frogs. Everything else? Not so much. In the end he dropped out and decided to go into music which turns out to be the best decision he’s ever made. He still can’t stand his parents but they’re stupid jack-offs who don’t know shit about music or what’s brutal or, you know, anything.
Not much is known about Nathan’s experience prior to forming Dethklok. It’s insinuated that Dethklok is not his first band, however. The original Dethklok lineup consisted of himself, Skwisgaar Skwigelf on lead guitar, Pickles the Drummer, William Murderface on bass and Magnus Hammersmith on rhythm guitar. However a change was due after an incident where Magnus stabbed Nathan in the back (no, really, he stabbed him in the back with a dagger) over creative differences. Specifically the fact that Magnus thought it was his band and that it would be nothing without him. Nathan told him that the band was all of theirs and he was sounding crazy… and the dude fucking stabbed him. Needless to say Nathan kicked his ass and they kicked Magnus out of Dethklok. But what did the asshole do? Trashed their instruments and painted “revenge is coming” on the wall. As of the canonpoint Nathan is coming from they have yet to see any of this promised revenge and he’s pretty much forgotten the dude. So out goes Magnus and in comes Toki Wartooth. A lost puppy of a rhythm guitarist but he’s not too bad, especially when he’s playing next to Skwisgaar.
Along the way Dethklok gains one badass manager in the form of Charles Foster Ofdensen and a record deal with Crystal Mountain Records. Fucking brutal. They had a meteoric rise to fame and their popularity hasn’t dropped one bit since. Between record sales and merchandise Dethklok isn’t just rich – it’s the seventh largest economy in the world. The bottom line? Money, groupies, stuff and all the booze he can drink. Life is good.
Since then things have taken many twists and turns, many for the worse. Nathan has fought many battles with his identity and whether or not finding a girlfriend is really in the cards for him. His relationships have gone from bad to worse to pure disaster. One girlfriend fell down numerous flights of stairs and ended up in a coma... and cheated on him while in said coma. The next series of dating attempts ended with the other band members making friends with all of them and making things extremely awkward. Most recently it ended with him stealing a woman Pickles had his eye on and the band falling apart as a result. The band broke up and things ended in catastrophe at their farewell concert with the head of Crystal Mountain Records dying at the hands of the "half man" Selatsia. At that point Charles finally fills them in on this prophecy that he'd been secretly working on and Nathan discovers he's somehow been receiving messages from a giant underwater beast guiding him on the path towards his destiny. He thought it was all bullshit until the funeral when the earth literally split open and one of his band mates was gravely wounded and kidnapped by Magnus Hammersmith who apparently works for the other douchebags now. Needless to say Nathan is pissed and ready for vengeance.
Character PERSONALITY:
Nathan Explosion is an incredible example of contradictions. At first glance he appears to be an uneducated, uncivilized oaf. On the outside that description is an apt one. However, there is more to Nathan than meets the eye.
the world will be our witness, judged in eyes of hate,
I challenge the gods, to stand their ground,
Taste my word sword, in your filthy mouths
When Nathan is forced to give a speech or speak off the cuff at all he tends to stumble and lose focus. Even if he has a written speech in front of him he reads it haltingly, pronouncing most of the words incorrectly. It generally ends with him ditching the speech and going off on a tear about how everyone’s going to die or something to that effect. However, one look at his song lyrics and you would think they were written by a completely different person. As inept as he is with public speaking he is a brilliant lyricist. He dedicates the vast majority of his brain power and energy to writing lyrics and coming up with new songs. Never without his trusty tape recorder, he’s constantly dictating song ideas and coming up with new brutal concepts – like recording an album entirely for fish with songs with such titles as Mermaider about, what else, mermaid murder.
We Stand Like GODS Our DETHS Desired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul… Your Soul… Soul
When it comes to the music Nathan is extremely particular. Not only does he write and record all the lyrics but he ends up helping Murderface with the bass line (along with everyone else. That dick doesn’t do anything). He is also experienced as an engineer, able to mix Dethklok’s music himself… and delete it. The one thing his band mates would definitely say about him is he is an extreme perfectionist when it comes to their music. He has been known to destroy entire albums because he wasn’t happy with them - even as they were on their way to the grand release. If something isn’t up to his standards it’s GONE no questions asked. He’d much rather destroy it entirely than try to figure out how to fix it. He’ll let another engineer work on the album but he gets final say or else.
Four long years
Hiding from the world
Punished by your peers
Studied teachers words
Staff appointed hearts
Earned a piece of paper
Now go forth and start
Nathan Explosion never graduated high school. Granted, this didn’t stop him from becoming one of the biggest rock stars in the world and making butt loads of money but it’s still one hurdle in life that he never overcame. He's not unintelligent by any means. He knows a great deal about things that interest him or that have bearing on his life - such as medieval armor or contracts. However if he finds himself in a position where he has to, say, do an audiobook of the works of Shakespeare, he hits a roadblock and doesn't understand it at all, nor does he want to. He may able to write amazing lyrics but he knows he lacks in many other areas. He tries to expand his mind in other ways when he can; doing crossword puzzles and reading (he’s also the only member of Dethklok who has reading glasses). However, despite his obvious shortcomings he does have moments of surprising intelligence… though they’re few and far between the moments where he pours rice into a grocery cart because he only needs one cup.
One thing that Nathan doesn’t understand is money. He knows he has it. He knows what to use it for but that’s about it. He’ll ask Charles for $10,000 to go buy himself socks and be confused as to why he says no. At the core it really boils down to the fact that he just doesn’t care enough to know. He’s got it. A lot of it. Why should he care about it? If he gets bored why shouldn’t he be able to go to the store and buy a bag full of designer watches to smash? You’d be amazed how much of a stress reliever that is.
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
Nathan is very peculiar when it comes to who he cares about. To start with- no matter what he says or how much he bitches he does care a great deal about the band and each member of it. He’s just… not really good at sharing his feelings about, well, anything. There’s also the fact that the band has an agreement not to care about each other. But he’s come to care about these other men he’s lived with and worked with these years despite himself. Granted, he still thinks they’re a bunch of dildos who keep fucking everything up but they’re still his band. Charles describes him as one of the two most responsible members of the band and he's right. When it comes down to it he and Pickles are the only two band members who have any clue what's going on and give enough of a shit to make sure everyone else is alive. He has saved the other members of the band on a few occasions. The most notable examples are of Toki and Charles. When Mordhaus was in flames he carried a drunk Toki over his shoulder as he climbed a ladder to safety, telling him outright that he drinks too much and he needs to get his head out of his ass and stop it. When Toki is attacked by a kid looking to put him in a diabetic coma he chases the bastard down (in his Dethbathrobe) and destroys the hand he frets with with a fucking snow globe. Of anything that can happen in this world or the next no one fucks with his band but him.
Through the years he's developed a relationship of sorts with Charles as well. He may think that Charles can be a dick who won’t let them do anything but he knows that he’s one of the main reasons they’ve come as far as they have and stayed on top despite each and every obstacle that gets thrown their way. When Charles was being attacked by the man in the silver mask it was Nathan who bashed him in the head and left him for dead. Charles was still thought dead after the event and it left the band in turmoil. The 9 months before Charles returned gave Nathan a new respect for the man and all the work he does... not that he'd ever admit it, of course.
As far as his fans go? Well, he’s described as having a psychological profile similar to Joseph Stalin and if he chose he could rule a large portion of the world with just a few words to his fans. The problem? He hates his fans. Truly. He loves their money and he loves the chicks who throw themselves at him but other than that? He couldn’t care less. He thinks they’re pathetic jack-offs and just doesn’t understand most of what they do. He’ll do things for the fans not because it’s the right thing to do but because it’s the right thing to do financially. Of course if he did care about his fans he would probably care more that so many of them die at every Dethklok event.
Beauty is so crude contrite
Venom you bleed bile within
Knowing their fate architect sin
One thing that continually rears its ugly head is Nathan’s body image issues. He may not always be the first to admit he’s started to let himself go but he won’t disagree with that fact. Constant drinking and a nearly sedentary lifestyle has resulted in a bit of a beer gut and, let’s face it, he’s not getting any younger. Generally he doesn’t give a shit, comfortable in his jeans and t-shirts but once in a while, either when a tabloid publishes an unflattering photo or Toki takes off his shirt, he’s reminded of his own less than trim physique. But does he plan on fixing this? Eeeeeeeh probably not. Of course he has been known to work out excessively when all other options for, ah, self gratification are impossible.
I'll meet you at the battle rock
Space will see me through
I can't be killed
I have no way to die
There’s a great deal more to Nathan Explosion than is evident at first glance. He’s got as many insecurities and fears as normal jack-offs, though he would never admit it. Fame hasn’t made him more egotistical; it’s made him more of a misanthrope if anything. He’d much rather sit in his jacuzzi in Mordhaus, drink a beer, look at some porn and write some lyrics than deal with any of his fans. He's grown up immensely through the years Dethklok has been together but in a lot of ways he's still incredibly naive. All of the violence at their concerts have made him practically immune to blood and death. He can watch someone crushed by a falling piece of the set in one moment and have a dopey grin on his face talking about going fishing with his dad the next. He still has a somewhat idealistic view of love, as well. Most recently in his canon he decides that he's in a relationship with the woman who had produced their most recent album and proclaims it to the world with no regard to what she wants. All he knew is he wanted her to be his girlfriend. The thought that she might not want the same thing never even occurred to him. Things are taking a serious turn for him, though, and he's in a position where he's going to have to step up because someone's life is at stake. He just needs to come to terms with this so he can find that he's more ready for this task than he thinks.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Nathan's weapon is his voice. Just as his progression has been in canon it will start out like a typical sonic weapon. The louder he screams the more effective it is. The radius won't be very far at first but within a few meters people will be deafened by the sound. As he levels up they will be knocked off their feet and the radius will slowly grow. When he gets to much higher levels, however, he'll slowly learn how to use his voice more softly, eventually being able to manipulate people into doing as he says just by him speaking to them - perhaps with deadly results.
Character INVENTORY: Uuuuuuh not much. Other than his clothes he'll have his dethphone... He has no need to carry shit. That's what everyone else is for.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON:
Is this thing on? I don’t think this is on. What. How is this even supposed to… I don’t think this is working. [There are a few beeps as he hits a few buttons] Hellooooo? Is this even on? I don’t know how this **** thing works. This is… [mutters] Stupid fucking tablet
[He sighs heavily, the breath seems to go on forever before he hits another button]
What does that blinking light mean? Is it… oh. It’s on.
[He clears his throat. He’s got some Very Important things to say after all]
Hi this is Nathan. [pause] Nathan Explosion. [pause] From Dethklok. [He pauses, waiting for people to react the way they normally do. You know. Scream. Cry. Kill themselves. Chicks ripping off their clothes and throwing themselves at him. The usual.
When that doesn't happen he squints at it again]
No really is this thing even fucking on?
Third PERSON:
Nathan sighed and glowered at the decrepit buildings as he walked down the sidewalk. Christ this place was more of a fucking dump than he initially thought... and that was saying a lot. He saw a few people coming towards him from the other direction and he stopped dead, rolling his eyes. Oh. Okay. Here we go. This is familiar. Now these jagoffs will recognize him and start screaming and next thing he'd know it would be a stampede and the Klokateers would have to come in with their shotguns and clear a path so he can go get a fucking sandwich. Ugh he didn't know why he bothered some days. He took a breath and waited.
Aaaaaanytime, now.
They came up next to him and nodded politely. Okay. Aaaaaaaand now they'll realize who he was...
But they walked right by, continuing on with their conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Didn't they realize they'd just walked past Nathan fucking Explosion? Nathan Explosion. The frontman of the biggest band in the world?! Nathan's eyes went wide and he whirled around, staring after the oblivious couple as they laughed and walked on. They didn't recognize him. They just thought he was some regular guy on the street. Some guy. Some. Fucking. Guy. Was that all he was, now? Some Guy? Rage boiled deep in his chest as he realized that that's what this place did to him. Sure they had basically given him permission to go fucking kill people but this... the fact that he was just a nameless face in a broken down city... he didn't know if he could handle that. His heart pounded as his mind spun and whirled, trying to grasp the concept of anonymity. It had been so long since his name and face had become recognizable by anyone in the world, no matter what rock they lived under. He realized he didn't remember how to live like a regular jagoff. The mere thought that he would ever have to do that again had simply never occurred to him. If no one knew who he was then who would cater to his every need? More importantly than that - how was he gonna pick up chicks? He might never have another blow job again!
Wait. No. He dropped his gaze and brought that train of thought to a screeching halt. There was no need to go that far. He got dates before Dethklok and he could do it again. This time he might be able to avoid the crazy ones who were only after his money. Hey, yeah, maybe he could actually not have to deal with people trying to kill him every other week. That could be a thing, right? Well... except for the UE assholes but he can just fucking kill them back so there's no problem there. Yeah. Yeah he could do this. He was a regular fucking jagoff... who just happened to be Nathan fucking Explosion. A smile grew on his lips, his face catching the light just enough to twist it into a wicked grin. And if that didn't work he'd just have to show the rest of these douchebags who he really was and it would all fall into place again. His smile faltered and slowly crumbled as he realized that that wouldn't work without the rest of the band... and they were still back home on the Dethsub.
His fist shot out and slammed into the building next to him, cracking the brick facade. No. He couldn't think about them. Not now. Not here. He'd be sent back eventually and then he could go kill that motherfucker Magnus. Until then... he flexed his hand, popping his knuckles and shaking off the brick dust. Until then he'd just practice on these UE dickheads.
For added amusement here's a link to a post from Drama Drama Duck.
» ADDITIONAL NOTES
Nathan’s Dethklok wiki entry
The Tribunal’s description of Nathan
Video for Go Forth and Die
Lyrics to Dethklok’s songs (He’s pretty hard to understand on his best days
