Narin Carter

narin l. carter

Seventeen

Student

  

personality

Nothing to live for, nothing to die for, yet everything to lose.

To say that Narin Carter is an enigma is an understatement. Due to many, conflicting and traumatic events in his life, it is hard to pinpoint the true nature of Narin’s personality. On the surface, he is described as a hollow shell, devoid of the natural human emotions which allow a person to function properly in society. On occasion, the rare emotion will fall through the cracks of his exterior, however these are undoubtedly the remnants of whatever remains of his emotional capabilities. Happiness, excitement, anger, even sentimentality. Whilst they are only an example of the few emotions which have been known to shine through on occasion, his life remains a black hole of emotional depravity, swirled into the inevitable path of oblivion.

An aimless wanderer.

In the past, he held onto the social skills which would place him as categorically normal when compared with others of his age. He was a happy boy, despite his troubled life and it was his friends who often helped him continue. Bound to his moral code, there was not a moment passed where he would not happily run head first into danger to defend somebody in need. A defender down to the very blood in his veins.

mentality

Likes:

+Tea
+Fighting
+Parkour
+Challenges
+Dedication
+Loyalty
+Respect
+Cars
+Fast Moving Things
+Steak
+Nature
+The Moon
+Rain
+Wind
+Sunsets & Sunrises
+Simplicity

Dislikes:

-Fire
-The Weak Minded
-Traitors
-Greed
-Sin
-Cowardice
-Bullies
-Quitters
-Smoking
-"Artsy" Restaurant Portions
-Disrespect
-Failure
-False Pretences
-Two Faced Persons
-Misused Charm

Food and Drink Preferences;

+Chinese & Oriental dishes,
+Ramen and Noodle soups
+Hearty, meat portions lightly medium cooked with juices flowing.
+Pizza
+High Protein foods
+Drink; Preference to Whiskey and strong spirits, cocktails and mixed drinks, however enjoys beers and ciders of most kind.

strengths

Upbringing has served beneficial to his strengths over the years. His training eradicated most of his weaknesses before they were given chance to develop and the ones that slipped through this web have been systematically identified over the years and then eradicated. Primarily, Narin’s strengths are focused into his physical state. His muscle mass, build and height are small factors towards his array of abilities. His more prominent strengths are displayed through his knowledge and understanding of the physics of fighting itself. The fact is that fighting is Narin’s entire life, having been fighting for the vast majority of his existence; he has dedicated significant quantities of time and meticulously placed effort into being able to analyse and decipher the intentions of enemy movements and attacks to his advantage. This logic also applies to himself and with it, he has seemingly been able to shatter the physical bonds which would hinder his speed and dexterity because of his weight and build, yet despite this he is capable of outmanoeuvring lighter and more nimble opponents with his abilities.

Mentally, he is just as adept. Having being train from an early age, he not only has a vast arsenal of differing skills [See Skills and Capabilities Section] at his disposal, but he is also able to adapt these to whatever situation he deems them necessary for, even in fighting. Also noteworthy are his emergency disaster response training, which allow him to keep his emotional levels at a significant low despite any situation that arises. Many will find that in an emergency, Narin is the first and only person that will be looked at for aid.

weaknesses

His life has seen him through a great deal of experiences, of which, there are many tales to tell and many scars to show as a result. Narin’s body, through years of combat has slowly began to show signs of weaknesses of the mortal shell. There is only a small portion of his body which does not have a scar, or physical mark of some kind. The majority of the upper left hand side of his back shows signs of discoloration, where skin grafts have been used to repair 4th Degree Burns to a large extent. In these areas, nerve endings are damaged beyond repair and as such, he is unable to feel pain, or touch sensations in this area. Whilst this is an advantage to his pain threshold, the fact remains that he is unable to maintain an understanding of how much injury he has sustained in these areas. Scars and dead nerve endings however are the most inferior of his weaknesses. By far, the most serious of his physical injuries is with his left collarbone. Destroyed in a previous engagement with Stein, it has been replaced with an artificial carbon fibre replacement, which allows him to maintain the function of his arm and shoulder without much concern. Whilst this is the case, this unnatural tactic has left a destructive weak point on his body and even the slightest amount of pressure, or excessive moment is enough to send movement shattering pain through his entire body. Whilst he takes painkillers at regular intervals, he will always be susceptible to damage at this location on his body.

His mental weaknesses on the other hand, far out weight those of his physical. Despite the state of his emotional capabilities, there are some aspects of the human existence which he has not been able to eradicate. The trauma of past events, namely the fire in which he witnessed his brother, his friends and a large portion of his own body burn to a cinder has left him with a highly disabling phobia of fire. The very sight of a flame, in anything as small as a candle is enough to send him into a shiver of pale skin and sweat. Confronted with intense and larger fires, he will instantaneously freeze, finding himself unable to hold his own weight. Worst case scenarios have seen him collapse and fall unconscious entirely. However his phobias extend beyond the realms of fire. He also has a mild phobia of most untrained dogs, his irrational fear pertaining to his inability to determine how they will act or react to certain things and also the unpredictability of their actions. Whilst the level of fear is not on level with that of fire, it is still enough to distract him considerably.

Despite this, there are still no comparisons when it comes to his emotional weaknesses. It is his life time of captivity away from society that has made him unable to properly function in any level as a normal citizen. To this day, though he can try his best, he finds it hard to hold social conversations and will constantly battle to keep everything at a business level. Finding it hard to have any kind of relationship, he tends to hide himself from intimate encounters or relationships and the very few relationships he has been in have ended with him running away and leaving his partners.

history

Happiness. It is a concept created by the petty weaknesses of humanity, a coping mechanism to block out all the darkness within the world like a blind fighting the burning light of a solar flare. It is however, futile. Happiness does not truly exist, not in this life, nor the next and those who feign ignorance by pretending to live solely within the state of happiness are like fish attempting to swim upstream against a current that may as well be a brick wall. In life, only one thing is absolute; that darkness will prevail, any ounce of happiness will be eradicated from existence and what will remain, is absolute zero. the universe began in darkness, and as it is said time and time again, all things come to an end, returned to their origins, returned, to the darkness.

For narin carter, this idiology is an undeniable truth. There came a time where he was so naive to believe that the world was a good place, a happy place where all the dreams and aspirations of innocent children came to fruition, where fairy tales rang true; where the prince married the beautiful girl, rescued from the tower and lived happily ever after, why would he not believe such things? Born to a loving family, his father; vincent and mother; marie.

It was on the 21st of september when he first breathed the putrid air of earth, first witnessed the disgusting sight of humanity. Apparently, it stormed on that day, from first light until the dead hours, like his very presence was an abomination that the universe tantrumed over. Yet here he was, against his very will, created. His younger brother, Tobias came a few short years later, and for the first segment of his life, he was an ordinary child, happy, naive and clueless. Life was simple. He went to school, surrounded by his friends, of which he had many, then he went home, to a lovingly cooked meal by his mother, his father played with him and his brother and on birthdays and christmas, the two were showered with gifts. life was perfect, as it so often is through the eyes of a child.

Around the age of seven, Narin received the news that his family were to move to america, this strange new land that he had heard of in the movies and at school, and how exciting a prospect that was. Apparently, his father had received a job offer that was too good to refuse, and some short weeks later, the family arrived in new york, to their new life, and for the most part, things continued as normal. Narin and Tobias were welcomed by their classmates, their exotic accents landing them fame and popularity instantly, and the two became revered with almost celebrity status.

As time went on, the magic that so often blinds the eyes of children began to wane from narin's eyes. He discovered, through mere observation that his parents were indeed alcoholics. They had hid it from the children as best they could, but with age came wisdom, and he realised that, every night when his parent's actions seemed to change, as they always had; that it was due to the alcohol. That was only the first revelation that life was not quite as perfect as it seemed, like the first chip in a cracking plane of glass, the fractures began to appear.

It was in the late november of his 9th year of life that the glass finally shattered. He and his brother had stayed late afterschool, himself participating in a track and field practice, Tobias remaining at an afterschool book club, as he enjoyed reading. When it happened that Narin's club finished early, he headed home, content with the fact that the house was only a 10 minute walk from the school, and that his little brother could find it just fine on his own.

It was when he returned home that he saw his first true glimpse of darkness in the world. He remembers thinking it peculiar that the front door lay ajar, but thought nothing more of it; perhaps his father had been taking the garbage out. It was only when he entered that he knew something was amiss, first by the lack of response to his calls. The house was silent, but every where he looked, he saw destruction, smashes vases, overturned furniture; and in the living room, his father lay, lifeess in a pool of his own blood. He fell to panic then, witnessing the man whom brought such comfort and security to his life, defeated and worthless before him. It was only the whimpers of his mother, clinging to the last remaining strands of life on the kitchen floor, her too, surrounded by her own blood. Narin quickly ran to her aid, kneeling beside her in hysterics. with her last ounce of strength, she delivered a message to him. "go and get your brother, keep him safe, and tell him that I love you both,"

With that, she fell to a lifeless lump on the cold kitchen floor, and Narin was denied his right to breath, he had to protect his last remaining family member, no matter the cost, and so, he returned to the school.

The memories of that day are hazy to him, but when he stops to recall in the dead of night, Narin remembers running inside a building set ablaze; a red inferno of incomprehensible heat. He was searching for his tobias, trying to protect his little brother from all the darkness that he had yet to realise existed in the world. Before he knew it, the building had started to collapse, the entrances blocked and barred, the building filling with a thick smog.

All around him, the scent of burning flesh filled the air, like a barbeque left unattended. Here and there he saw the bodies of his fallen class mates, lifeless on the ground, the less fortunate ran erratically, swarmed by flames like rabid bats desperate for flesh, and his brother remained no where to be seen. Tears rolled down his cheeks only for moments, evaporated into dust by the sheer heat of the inferno around him. He brushed off the scent, the sights, the sounds of screaming terror and agony, and pressed on through the torture. He found his brother, finally, collapsed due to lack of oxygen near to the fire escape; so close to salvation, yet cruelly denied his exit.

Narin picked his brother up then, ignoring the agony of all his friends; those dying around him, and carried his brother as far as he could, up the stairwell to the roof, and it was there, at the top of the school, that the last segment of happiness was torn asunder from his life. An explosion crippled the rooftop all around him, that sudden burst of force sending him off the edge of the roof, to the hard floor down below. The last thing he recalled was laying in agony, his own flesh melting and burning.

He spent the best part of the next year in hospital and when he was finally released, started a new life. He was formally adopted by his godfather, Mark Hyde, a man of supreme wealth who introduced Narin to a life of luxury unlike any he had ever known.

In the years that followed, it came to light that Narin's family had been targeted by a local crime syndicate, a lone organisation that had found bad blood between themselves and his father over whatever work he had been doing. It was a lone killer that had murdered his family, and as Nathaniel recovered, he began to train, his body, his mind, to the very depths of his soul. When he became well enough, he ventured to the streets, involving himself in the local gangs, exploring the criminal fraturnity of the New York underworld, desperate to find his killer.

In the meantime, he returned to school, this time, choosing to attend Public High SChool #552.

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