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The Rileys are a family with roots in Charleston reaching back further than the founding of the country. Since the beginning of the 18th century they have lived in the sweltering lowlands. They were pillars of the community, hosting parties, giving to the Baptist church and charities. This would build up a connection to Charleston that none in the family, and few outside of it would be able to forget. The Rileys build a shipping empire in the days when Charleston rivaled Boston and New York as centers of commerce. When the rumblings of revolution began, the Rileys were there voicing loudly the call for freedom and egalitarian society were every man had a voice. When fighting broke out they stood at the head of a company of militia. When the rumblings of civil war first came to South Carolina the Rileys spoke for reason and negotiation, knowing what it meant to break with the Union. War came and the Rileys took their shipping connections and used them to bring food and medicine to the city of Charleston. Some fought, some died and others worked to keep their city alive. Their fortune gone, they worked hard to bring an end to the war when Lee surrendered. It was in the tumaltous time of Reconstruction and on ward Charleston was like many cities in the South, rebuilding, trying to find it's way in a world that was different than the one that it had been founded in. All of this you have to know about to understand the Riley household at the turning of the 21st century. They have been a part of Charleston almost since it's founding, they have funded charity and worked to rebuild in the 150 years since the Civil War. Nathan's father, James Michael, "JM" has been a part of the law practice their family founded at the turn of the last century. The offices of Riley, Riley and Carter may specialize in business and financial law, but they take on as man clients probono, helping small business owners and sponsoring financial education and access projects. His mother has worked with the local charities from the women's shelter to a veterans' rehab center. Second of four children Nathan wanted for nothing in his earliest years, but much was expected of him. Nathan helped his mother mostly, but on occasion he was with JM as he traveled around Charleston visiting different neighborhoods. He saw every layer of life and style of living the city had to offer. It was instilled in him that people were people, period. What he was taught at home was followed up in church. He learned of God's forgiveness, His desire for a loving relationship with His followers and His will to see the best brought out in people. Nathan carried those lessons as well, tried to get along with his siblings and tried hard to do well in school. He got teased now and then for being the rich kid, called a mamma's boy, but he ignored that and just did his work, had fun as a kid where he could. Trying to fit in as one of the richest kids still in a public school he has only been in trouble once. Schools hadn't cracked down on bully by then, not like they have these days. And Nathan wasn't a bully, but Michael and Katherine got the call to come to school for their oldest boy. Nathan sat there with tissue against a bloodied nose and a head hung low as he waited for his parents. When it was explained that Nathan had fought with another boy, Nathan's parents were shocked. It was out of character for him, and when they asked the boy why he got in the fight he just shrugged and said he was trying to stop the other boy from picking on his friend. The friend was another student who'd come to school in hand me downs, patched and passed on three three older kids. Nathan was taken home and talked to by his parents. They weren't angry with him, that part of what he'd done was right, he other part wrong. Fighting at school was the bad part, he learned that day that even though there was a price to pay for his actions. The world punished Nathan for standing up for someone because he took action himself. But inside, he felt right. He wasn't bothered when he saw the boy in the hand me downs, shamed by his own new cloths. He wasn't afraid of standing up any more, he knew he might suffer for it, but if it felt right, he was going to do it.
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Phase Two
Nathan spent his time in school trying to walk the line between the society friends he was supposed to have and the good people he knew that weren't quite as well off. The expectations people had of him by high school were starting to stack up, to stifle him. He was the prep who could hang with the jocks and the geeks and the goths and anyone else that was a decent person. He spent a lot of his free time working at the veteran's rehab center his mother had helped start several years back. Most of the men and women there were young, not too many years older than Nathan himself, back from horrors he knew he would never really understand. Most of his time was spent just helping clean up the rec room and getting people to rehab appointments. There was a Bible study that he sat in on, catching the jokes and humor and the deadly seriousness the soldiers brought to discussions of faith, God, life, living, sin and death. Now not all of Nathan's time was spent on others, his love was American muscle cars and he toyed with them when ever he had the chance. It was that love of old cars, a '66 Galaxie in particular, that gained him a friend in Paul Bryant. The 20 year old Army vet had been injured on patrol in Iraq and was under going rehab at the vets center. When Nathan was having a discussion with the fitful engine he'd lifted from an older Thunderbird, Paul stepped up to offer some help. The wrench turner gave the younger man some pointers he smoothed out the idle and got t firing every time the key turned. Nathan made it a point to drop in to see Paul every time he was out. They talked motors, girls and sports. They were guys, separated only by a few years in age, but life times of experience. Paul wasn't himself that night, none of there were. Or really would be again. A small gathering of people, toying with cars, bragging on speed and cool paint, the rumble of an engine. Paul showed with a few other guys Nathan didn't recognize, people that make the hair on the back of his neck stand up and ran a chill down his spine like ice water. Paul and his friends push their way around the gathering, intimidating anyone who didn't move fast enough, bow or scrape. Nathan didn't like people getting pushed around, never had and he wasn't about to stand for it in this case. This wasn't Paul, not the young man he'd come to know and respect. Nathan bowed his head, offering up a few words to the Almighty and moved through the gathering to confront Paul and the two guys with him. What started with quiet words, asking what was up and trying to figure out why his friend was acting turned to something else in short minute. Paul was aggressive and angry, shoving forward physically as well as verbally. Nathan took what he could until things built up. Nathan laid a hand on Paul's chest to stop him, to show that it was the last step. Paul literally growled, baring teeth that now looked like fangs. The words from Romans chapter 7 came to Nathan, spilling off his lips as a rebuke for Paul. The man hesitated, but one of his new companions didn't. Nathan took the sucker punch and somehow stayed on his feet. Having been raised in the South, Nathan still knew how to throw a punch and that's what he did. Once he started moving he felt driven. A burning warmth in his chest spread throughout his body as he fought. Nathan drove the two off and Paul sat stunned on the hood of a car waiting for the end of things, not sure what had really happened. An older vet showed up when a call to the rehab center to take care of Paul. But that was just the beginning for Nathan, trying to find out what had really happened.
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[table=2,2] [r=1,1][b][size="3"]Nathaniel David Riley [/size][/b] [i]Up to Your Waist[/i][r=2,1][b]Adjusted Refresh (7):[/b] 3 [b]Current Fate Points:[/b] 2 [r=1,2][b][size="3"]High Concept:[/size][/b][OOC="A Crusader Without A Sword"] Nathaniel is a warrior of his faith, called early in life. He doesn't have a weapon of any consequence and isn't even sure if the Knights of the Cross are real. Invoke: When carrying the fight to the enemies of his faith, when called to speak on behalf of his beliefs, when he is underestimated by an enemy Compel: When offered a weapon to fight with, when the dark past of his faith is called up, when he is called into a fight he didn't want[/OOC] [b][size="3"]Trouble:[/size][/b] [OOC="Rich Isn't Always Easy"] It may not be a small town, but being from old money isn't always your friend when your a young man. Invoke: When blaming something off on being a rich kid might work, when calling on resources, when calling on family friends or reputations Compel: When being the rich kid puts his actions in the spot light, when people assuming he can fix something with money, when someone holds a grudge over his family or station [/OOC] [b][size="3"]Other Aspects[/size][/b] [OOC="Solid As the Rock I Stand On"] Nathaniel is a dependable guy. You call and what you are asking him to do is right, he's there no matter what. That's not always a good thing. Invoke: When his faith is tested, when fulfilling a promise, when attacked by enemies of his faith Compel: When commitments distract him, when rigidity hurts him, when his faith conflicts with his goals[/OOC] [OOC="My Hands to War and My Fingers To Fight"] Nathaniel has never been afraid to stand up for his beliefs and what he thinks is right. His faith can make him a dangerous man Invoke: When calling on strength in a fight, when seeking guidance against an enemy Compel: When facing an enemy not offensive to his faith, when acting in angry or pride[/OOC] [ooc=May You Light The Path I Walk] Nathaniels Faith in God is a constant light in the darkness and guid for his actions Invoke: When seeking the correct course of action, when facing enemies who use deception, when left in darkness Compel: When acting against his faith, when pride blinds[/ooc] [ooc=Works Are Worth More Than Words] Nathaniel for all his patients is still young and can act imprudently. Invoke: When convincing others to act along with him, when he takes sudden action, when trying to win someone over due to his past deeds Compel: When careful planning might benefit him more, when trying to convince someone of his worth or word, when negotiating with opposition[/ooc] Aspect [b][size="3"]Stress[/size][/b] [b]Physical:[/b]OOO [b]Mental:[/b] OOOO [b]Social:[/b] OOO [b]Consequences:[/b] - [r=2,2][b][size="3"]Skills[/size][/b] [b]Superb (+5):[/b] Skills [b]Great (+4):[/b] Conviction [b]Good (+3):[/b] Fists, Resources [b]Fair (+2):[/b] Athletics, Discipline, Empathy, Endurance [b]Average (+1):[/b] Alertness, Craft, Drive, Lore, Presence [b][size="3"]Stunts[/size][/b] [ooc=Destroyer Of Abominations (Fists)] You hit harder when your enemy is something blasphemous. All attacks that you make with the Fists skill inflict two additional stress to creatures that are in some way unusually offensive to your faith. [/ooc] [b][size="3"]Powers[/size][/b] Guide My Hand [-1] [ooc=Bless This House -0][b]Bless This House.[/b] By your very presence in a place, you may increase the strength of its threshold (page 230) - assuming you have anything to work with (a place without a threshold can't get one). If your Conviction is higher than the threshold rating of a particular place, the threshold gets a +2 bonus while you are there. Multiple individuals who have this power can stack the effects, making a den of the faithful potentially very safe from supernatural incursion - unless someone's so foolish as to invite a powerful supernatural creature in. [b]Application of Righteousness [+1].[/b] If you have Righteousness, you may take Bless This House for free if you so choose. It’s not mandatory.[/ooc] [ooc=Righteousness -2][b]Potent Prayer.[/b] When pursuing your calling, you may make a prayer (page 324) to guide your actions righteously - spend a fate point to invoke your high concept and define a Divinely-inspired purpose you're aiming at. While in effect, use your Conviction to complement (page 214) any action that directly addresses your purpose. If you either achieve your purpose, take any compels that would threaten to derail you from your pursuits, or refuse any compels that are meant to keep you true to your purpose, the effect immediately ends. [b]Desperate Hour.[/b] In times of most desperate need, you may call out a prayer for aid from the Divine. Any time you are hit by an attack that requires you to take a severe or extreme consequence to avoid being taken out, you may make such a prayer. You may also call upon this prayer in any scene where a friend, ally, or innocent victim is taken out, forced to concede, or otherwise suffer a lasting, terrible fate (like being crippled, kidnapped, etc.). Roll your Conviction as an attack against every non-allied, supernatural creature in the same zone as you, which can be resisted by their Discipline. This attack does holy, physical damage that cannot be offset by any supernatural abilities (it automatically satisfies the Catch on any Toughness powers). You can only make one such prayer per scene.[/ooc] [/table] [SPOILER="First Phase: Where are you from?"]The Rileys are a family with roots in Charleston reaching back further than the founding of the country. Since the beginning of the 18th century they have lived in the sweltering lowlands. They were pillars of the community, hosting parties, giving to the Baptist church and charities. This would build up a connection to Charleston that none in the family, and few outside of it would be able to forget. The Rileys build a shipping empire in the days when Charleston rivaled Boston and New York as centers of commerce. When the rumblings of revolution began, the Rileys were there voicing loudly the call for freedom and egalitarian society were every man had a voice. When fighting broke out they stood at the head of a company of militia. When the rumblings of civil war first came to South Carolina the Rileys spoke for reason and negotiation, knowing what it meant to break with the Union. War came and the Rileys took their shipping connections and used them to bring food and medicine to the city of Charleston. Some fought, some died and others worked to keep their city alive. Their fortune gone, they worked hard to bring an end to the war when Lee surrendered. It was in the tumaltous time of Reconstruction and on ward Charleston was like many cities in the South, rebuilding, trying to find it's way in a world that was different than the one that it had been founded in. All of this you have to know about to understand the Riley household at the turning of the 21st century. They have been a part of Charleston almost since it's founding, they have funded charity and worked to rebuild in the 150 years since the Civil War. Nathan's father, James Michael, "JM" has been a part of the law practice their family founded at the turn of the last century. The offices of Riley, Riley and Carter may specialize in business and financial law, but they take on as man clients probono, helping small business owners and sponsoring financial education and access projects. His mother has worked with the local charities from the women's shelter to a veterans' rehab center. Second of four children Nathan wanted for nothing in his earliest years, but much was expected of him. Nathan helped his mother mostly, but on occasion he was with JM as he traveled around Charleston visiting different neighborhoods. He saw every layer of life and style of living the city had to offer. It was instilled in him that people were people, period. What he was taught at home was followed up in church. He learned of God's forgiveness, His desire for a loving relationship with His followers and His will to see the best brought out in people. Nathan carried those lessons as well, tried to get along with his siblings and tried hard to do well in school. He got teased now and then for being the rich kid, called a mamma's boy, but he ignored that and just did his work, had fun as a kid where he could. Trying to fit in as one of the richest kids still in a public school he has only been in trouble once. Schools hadn't cracked down on bully by then, not like they have these days. And Nathan wasn't a bully, but Michael and Katherine got the call to come to school for their oldest boy. Nathan sat there with tissue against a bloodied nose and a head hung low as he waited for his parents. When it was explained that Nathan had fought with another boy, Nathan's parents were shocked. It was out of character for him, and when they asked the boy why he got in the fight he just shrugged and said he was trying to stop the other boy from picking on his friend. The friend was another student who'd come to school in hand me downs, patched and passed on three three older kids. Nathan was taken home and talked to by his parents. They weren't angry with him, that part of what he'd done was right, he other part wrong. Fighting at school was the bad part, he learned that day that even though there was a price to pay for his actions. The world punished Nathan for standing up for someone because he took action himself. But inside, he felt right. He wasn't bothered when he saw the boy in the hand me downs, shamed by his own new cloths. He wasn't afraid of standing up any more, he knew he might suffer for it, but if it felt right, he was going to do it. [B]Aspect:[/B] At Peace With The Price[/SPOILER] [SPOILER="Second Phase: What Shaped You?"]Nathan spent his time in school trying to walk the line between the society friends he was supposed to have and the good people he knew that weren't quite as well off. The expectations people had of him by high school were starting to stack up, to stifle him. He was the prep who could hang with the jocks and the geeks and the goths and anyone else that was a decent person. He spent a lot of his free time working at the veteran's rehab center his mother had helped start several years back. Most of the men and women there were young, not too many years older than Nathan himself, back from horrors he knew he would never really understand. Most of his time was spent just helping clean up the rec room and getting people to rehab appointments. There was a Bible study that he sat in on, catching the jokes and humor and the deadly seriousness the soldiers brought to discussions of faith, God, life, living, sin and death. Now not all of Nathan's time was spent on others, his love was American muscle cars and he toyed with them when ever he had the chance. It was that love of old cars, a '66 Galaxie in particular, that gained him a friend in Paul Bryant. The 20 year old Army vet had been injured on patrol in Iraq and was under going rehab at the vets center. When Nathan was having a discussion with the fitful engine he'd lifted from an older Thunderbird, Paul stepped up to offer some help. The wrench turner gave the younger man some pointers he smoothed out the idle and got t firing every time the key turned. Nathan made it a point to drop in to see Paul every time he was out. They talked motors, girls and sports. They were guys, separated only by a few years in age, but life times of experience. Paul wasn't himself that night, none of there were. Or really would be again. A small gathering of people, toying with cars, bragging on speed and cool paint, the rumble of an engine. Paul showed with a few other guys Nathan didn't recognize, people that make the hair on the back of his neck stand up and ran a chill down his spine like ice water. Paul and his friends push their way around the gathering, intimidating anyone who didn't move fast enough, bow or scrape. Nathan didn't like people getting pushed around, never had and he wasn't about to stand for it in this case. This wasn't Paul, not the young man he'd come to know and respect. Nathan bowed his head, offering up a few words to the Almighty and moved through the gathering to confront Paul and the two guys with him. What started with quiet words, asking what was up and trying to figure out why his friend was acting turned to something else in short minute. Paul was aggressive and angry, shoving forward physically as well as verbally. Nathan took what he could until things built up. Nathan laid a hand on Paul's chest to stop him, to show that it was the last step. Paul literally growled, baring teeth that now looked like fangs. The words from Romans chapter 7 came to Nathan, spilling off his lips as a rebuke for Paul. The man hesitated, but one of his new companions didn't. Nathan took the sucker punch and somehow stayed on his feet. Having been raised in the South, Nathan still knew how to throw a punch and that's what he did. Once he started moving he felt driven. A burning warmth in his chest spread throughout his body as he fought. Nathan drove the two off and Paul sat stunned on the hood of a car waiting for the end of things, not sure what had really happened. An older vet showed up when a call to the rehab center to take care of Paul. But that was just the beginning for Nathan, trying to find out what had really happened. [b]Aspect[/b]My Hands to War and My Fingers To Fight[/SPOILER]
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