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Character: Nathan Young
Series: Misfits
Character Age: 21
NOTE: Because Nathan will be taken from the final episode of series 2 before the Christmas special. This app will contain SPOILERS
Canon: Misfits has a concept we've all heard of before. Take a few young people bound together by a random circumstance (young offenders forced to do community service), add a supernatural catalyst (freak storm) and bam! Super powers! But where most superhero stories have some sort of world-saving storyline at their core, the characters of Misfits don't really give a fuck. In fact, they'd probably rather be having sex, partying, and committing mindless acts of vandalism than helping the poor and downtrodden. Hey, for the most part, they are the poor and downtrodden.
Nathan Young is no exception. While he's got the prerequisite sad past, Nathan is probably the biggest prick anyone is likely to meet in their lifetime, and his ability to talk his way out of trouble is rivalled only by his ability to talk himself into it in the first place. Obnoxious, impulsive, disgusting, and with basically no brain-to-mouth filter, Nathan is super abrasive and always at the ready with some degrading, smart-ass comment or another. This is mainly due to the fact that because negative remarks so easily slide off of him, he never really considers how hurtful his words and insults can be to others. Although he does care deeply for the people he becomes close with, Nathan mainly comes across as just being concerned about getting drunk, getting laid, and getting attention.
And as for his power? He's immortal. Which ends up coming in handy a lot because people just love to kill the bastard.
Sample Post:
So you lot know how the story goes. Fine young gentleman-that'd be me-picked up for charges possibly related to eating a bit of pick'n'mix-only marginally worth it, by the by-and carted off as a young offender. Community service, picking up trash, painting benches, giving the old and decrepit a right good time, possible murder, you know how it goes. So you finish, you think you're good despite the unemployment and crushing sense of nothingness at the end of the rainbow, and then, all of a sudden, quicker than you can say ASBO, you're in Corn Town, U.S.A., surrounded by a dozen mouth-breathers. Land of the free, home of the people that can kiss that prime spot of real estate located between my ballsack and my anus.
Look, before you think I'm some sort of Americaphobe, let me just say that I have no doubts that this saucy little Sayre minx is anything but completely stunning in that really American way. And hey, I've even had a wank or two to that doctored photo of Sarah Palin in the stars 'n' stripes bikini, so that's two points in your favour! But I've seen the wholesale cultural slaughter you people do to the English language-I mean, how many "u"s have to die before someone calls attention to it? Completely unacceptable. You can't even swear properly without "u"s. You see, it's like that poem about those Nazi fellows. First they came for the "u"s and I didn't speak up, then they came for the other vowels and I didn't speak up...
And then they came for me, but no one was left to speak against that because without vowels, we'd all just be making clicking sounds. Madness, my friends. Sheer madness.
Not that you lot seem to need my help with the whole madness things, all things considering. I think you're already doing a right fine job of it. The shuffling and the moaning is pretty spot-on, I have to say, but I think the general level of personal hygiene could be higher. I mean, yeah, you've got those homeless crazies all the time back home who look like dirty Santas, but most of the psychos I know are those weird ones who've got that OCD thing. Neat and tidy, they are. No offense to the lovely lady front and center of the... now rapidly approaching mob, but you sort of look like that local crack addict we had on the estate. Particularly like she did after she gave me knob a polishing and then threw up all over my genitals. And let's just say that I will not be doing that a third time.
-Oh, come on! Are the classic comedic stylings of Nathan Young not enough stop you lot in your awkwardly formed tracks? Well, my captive audience, have I got exciting news for you!
Camp Fuck You Die? I am immortal, and I'll be doing all the fucking I want!
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Voting went here at 98%.
Series: Misfits
Character Age: 21
NOTE: Because Nathan will be taken from the final episode of series 2 before the Christmas special. This app will contain SPOILERS
Canon: Misfits has a concept we've all heard of before. Take a few young people bound together by a random circumstance (young offenders forced to do community service), add a supernatural catalyst (freak storm) and bam! Super powers! But where most superhero stories have some sort of world-saving storyline at their core, the characters of Misfits don't really give a fuck. In fact, they'd probably rather be having sex, partying, and committing mindless acts of vandalism than helping the poor and downtrodden. Hey, for the most part, they are the poor and downtrodden.
Nathan Young is no exception. While he's got the prerequisite sad past, Nathan is probably the biggest prick anyone is likely to meet in their lifetime, and his ability to talk his way out of trouble is rivalled only by his ability to talk himself into it in the first place. Obnoxious, impulsive, disgusting, and with basically no brain-to-mouth filter, Nathan is super abrasive and always at the ready with some degrading, smart-ass comment or another. This is mainly due to the fact that because negative remarks so easily slide off of him, he never really considers how hurtful his words and insults can be to others. Although he does care deeply for the people he becomes close with, Nathan mainly comes across as just being concerned about getting drunk, getting laid, and getting attention.
And as for his power? He's immortal. Which ends up coming in handy a lot because people just love to kill the bastard.
Sample Post:
So you lot know how the story goes. Fine young gentleman-that'd be me-picked up for charges possibly related to eating a bit of pick'n'mix-only marginally worth it, by the by-and carted off as a young offender. Community service, picking up trash, painting benches, giving the old and decrepit a right good time, possible murder, you know how it goes. So you finish, you think you're good despite the unemployment and crushing sense of nothingness at the end of the rainbow, and then, all of a sudden, quicker than you can say ASBO, you're in Corn Town, U.S.A., surrounded by a dozen mouth-breathers. Land of the free, home of the people that can kiss that prime spot of real estate located between my ballsack and my anus.
Look, before you think I'm some sort of Americaphobe, let me just say that I have no doubts that this saucy little Sayre minx is anything but completely stunning in that really American way. And hey, I've even had a wank or two to that doctored photo of Sarah Palin in the stars 'n' stripes bikini, so that's two points in your favour! But I've seen the wholesale cultural slaughter you people do to the English language-I mean, how many "u"s have to die before someone calls attention to it? Completely unacceptable. You can't even swear properly without "u"s. You see, it's like that poem about those Nazi fellows. First they came for the "u"s and I didn't speak up, then they came for the other vowels and I didn't speak up...
And then they came for me, but no one was left to speak against that because without vowels, we'd all just be making clicking sounds. Madness, my friends. Sheer madness.
Not that you lot seem to need my help with the whole madness things, all things considering. I think you're already doing a right fine job of it. The shuffling and the moaning is pretty spot-on, I have to say, but I think the general level of personal hygiene could be higher. I mean, yeah, you've got those homeless crazies all the time back home who look like dirty Santas, but most of the psychos I know are those weird ones who've got that OCD thing. Neat and tidy, they are. No offense to the lovely lady front and center of the... now rapidly approaching mob, but you sort of look like that local crack addict we had on the estate. Particularly like she did after she gave me knob a polishing and then threw up all over my genitals. And let's just say that I will not be doing that a third time.
-Oh, come on! Are the classic comedic stylings of Nathan Young not enough stop you lot in your awkwardly formed tracks? Well, my captive audience, have I got exciting news for you!
Camp Fuck You Die? I am immortal, and I'll be doing all the fucking I want!
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Voting went here at 98%.