ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
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Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
(Love the witty title 
Forgive the following rambling in the personality; like with what you said on Tommy's profile, I know how to write him, not how to describe him xD He sounds even more annoying when I describe him =__=)
Name: Nathaniel Thompson
Age: 22
Sexuality: *shoves Alent out of the way* I think you'll find if anyone around here is HELLA GAY, it's me, thank you very much.
Personality: So Nathaniel can be a little… difficult in the long run. Most of the time, he seems perfectly dandy, if a little weird. Generally, he comes off as a little lazy, a little too laid-back, and as carefree as they come. He's pleasant and civil, has a decent sense of humour, and knows how to behave in public, under the watchful eyes of the press. He can be an arsehole, cruel, blunt, and impatient just as easily, so long as you're not a reporter, but nothing that's going to cause a riot. With twenty-two years of practice, he's become well-versed in how to say the right things to the right people in order to avoid tarnishing his father's business crown, and has managed to keep all secret affairs and scandals out of the public eyes.
Doesn't mean he doesn't have any.
Nathaniel and his elder sister are both verified geniuses. We're talking stupidly genius here, the kind where if they start using their smarts, you want to smack them over the head with a cricket bat just to get them to shut up, because whatever they just said made no sense to anyone else. Nathaniel's smarts don't tend to be with people though, or with business plans, or anything his father wants. His talents lie in the tech department, with computers and mathematics and patterns. Much to his father's displeasure, rather than making him suave and capable in the business world like his sister, his talents just made him a nerd.
Of course, being his father's son he managed to make a small fortune out of it. Hacking and such he does for kicks, and he's happy to do pretty much anything in that department for the right fee, or for the prestige. Screwing with his father's company is a favoured pastime, and his morals in this area are fuzzy to say the least. He does whatever he thinks he'll enjoy. When focused on a task, however, he throws himself into it head first, and can be a little too obsessive over it.
On his darker days, he can have a serious temper, be unpredictable, harsh, and self-destructive. He recently kicked a drug habit, but he's done that five times before, and five times he's gone back. When in these habits, he tends to start exhibiting behaviours of OCD, depression, and at times paranoid schizophrenia. He has a decent sense of justice, and nowadays - after a brief bout of typical teenage rebellion - wants to be on the side of the 'good guys'. More recently, his hacking jobs have been pushing more righteous ideals, exposing scandals and business crimes. He just has difficultly dealing with his own issues to stay there.
Biography: Son of the Thompson business empire mastermind, Nathaniel has never wanted for anything material. Despite having an older sister, he is due to inherit the company due to the fact that his father is as sexist as a 1950s businessman, and whatever he says goes. As a result he's being groomed to take over sooner or later.
There are the faintest whispers that the Thompson family is fucked up. Hell, who are we kidding, there are outright rumours, gossip, and theories, but most of them are simply what comes from being that rich. Fortunately for the Thompsons, none of them ever come anywhere close to the truth.
The truth? No one in his family is likely to tell you, no matter how close you are to them. You might pry from them a few, trivial facts: Nathaniel and his sister have become closer in recent years, both his parents sleep around nearly as much as he does, and his sister is constantly trying to prove that she's the better heir to the company (which, in all fairness, she is). The rest is probably best forgotten.
Appearance: (pretty much any picture of Tom Sturridge in 'Like Minds' tbh
)
Forgive the following rambling in the personality; like with what you said on Tommy's profile, I know how to write him, not how to describe him xD He sounds even more annoying when I describe him =__=)Name: Nathaniel Thompson
Age: 22
Sexuality: *shoves Alent out of the way* I think you'll find if anyone around here is HELLA GAY, it's me, thank you very much.
Personality: So Nathaniel can be a little… difficult in the long run. Most of the time, he seems perfectly dandy, if a little weird. Generally, he comes off as a little lazy, a little too laid-back, and as carefree as they come. He's pleasant and civil, has a decent sense of humour, and knows how to behave in public, under the watchful eyes of the press. He can be an arsehole, cruel, blunt, and impatient just as easily, so long as you're not a reporter, but nothing that's going to cause a riot. With twenty-two years of practice, he's become well-versed in how to say the right things to the right people in order to avoid tarnishing his father's business crown, and has managed to keep all secret affairs and scandals out of the public eyes.
Doesn't mean he doesn't have any.
Nathaniel and his elder sister are both verified geniuses. We're talking stupidly genius here, the kind where if they start using their smarts, you want to smack them over the head with a cricket bat just to get them to shut up, because whatever they just said made no sense to anyone else. Nathaniel's smarts don't tend to be with people though, or with business plans, or anything his father wants. His talents lie in the tech department, with computers and mathematics and patterns. Much to his father's displeasure, rather than making him suave and capable in the business world like his sister, his talents just made him a nerd.
Of course, being his father's son he managed to make a small fortune out of it. Hacking and such he does for kicks, and he's happy to do pretty much anything in that department for the right fee, or for the prestige. Screwing with his father's company is a favoured pastime, and his morals in this area are fuzzy to say the least. He does whatever he thinks he'll enjoy. When focused on a task, however, he throws himself into it head first, and can be a little too obsessive over it.
On his darker days, he can have a serious temper, be unpredictable, harsh, and self-destructive. He recently kicked a drug habit, but he's done that five times before, and five times he's gone back. When in these habits, he tends to start exhibiting behaviours of OCD, depression, and at times paranoid schizophrenia. He has a decent sense of justice, and nowadays - after a brief bout of typical teenage rebellion - wants to be on the side of the 'good guys'. More recently, his hacking jobs have been pushing more righteous ideals, exposing scandals and business crimes. He just has difficultly dealing with his own issues to stay there.
Biography: Son of the Thompson business empire mastermind, Nathaniel has never wanted for anything material. Despite having an older sister, he is due to inherit the company due to the fact that his father is as sexist as a 1950s businessman, and whatever he says goes. As a result he's being groomed to take over sooner or later.
There are the faintest whispers that the Thompson family is fucked up. Hell, who are we kidding, there are outright rumours, gossip, and theories, but most of them are simply what comes from being that rich. Fortunately for the Thompsons, none of them ever come anywhere close to the truth.
The truth? No one in his family is likely to tell you, no matter how close you are to them. You might pry from them a few, trivial facts: Nathaniel and his sister have become closer in recent years, both his parents sleep around nearly as much as he does, and his sister is constantly trying to prove that she's the better heir to the company (which, in all fairness, she is). The rest is probably best forgotten.
Appearance: (pretty much any picture of Tom Sturridge in 'Like Minds' tbh
)
ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
These meeting were always so so boring. The Thompson business empire was suspected of embezzlement. Peter looked up and over at him from his place at the head f the table. "Okay, so that's the plan. Jones, you will take a job at the corporation's legal office see what you can find on what they are telling their new employes, when they are at their most vulnerable. Dianna Mr.Thompson just fired his Secretary and we got you a bullet prof resume, see what he might be doing when his wife isn't looking. And Neal... Stay after I want to talk to you." He accented his ending with a quick tap of his papers on the desk, the rest of the agents slowly filled out but Neal stayed leaning on the windowsill.
"Okay?" Peter slid a file his across the table.
"This is Nathaniel Thompson, The CEO's son. Next in line for the company and being groomed. He frequents at a restaurant called Piano."
"Okay..." Neal wasn't so sure where Peter was going with this.
"Annnnnnnd he has a soft spot for blue eyes." Neal nodded, it was pretty well known that Nathaniel was gay.
"Okay, I'll go there for lunch." Neal smirked, "They are supposed to have good wine am I cleared for a FBI sum to impress him?" Peter gave him a look.
"You can have 20, and Neal... I'm sorry about all of this. You don't actually have to you know.." Neal nodded. Peter didn't really know Neal's sexuality, he assumed and Neal hadn't corrected.
"Well I should get going shouldn't I?"
"Okay?" Peter slid a file his across the table.
"This is Nathaniel Thompson, The CEO's son. Next in line for the company and being groomed. He frequents at a restaurant called Piano."
"Okay..." Neal wasn't so sure where Peter was going with this.
"Annnnnnnd he has a soft spot for blue eyes." Neal nodded, it was pretty well known that Nathaniel was gay.
"Okay, I'll go there for lunch." Neal smirked, "They are supposed to have good wine am I cleared for a FBI sum to impress him?" Peter gave him a look.
"You can have 20, and Neal... I'm sorry about all of this. You don't actually have to you know.." Neal nodded. Peter didn't really know Neal's sexuality, he assumed and Neal hadn't corrected.
"Well I should get going shouldn't I?"
Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
Elsewhere, Nathaniel was in a boring meeting of his own. On, and on, and on, his father was droning to his board of directors about something or another; Nathaniel didn't know, he'd given up listening after five minutes. Beside him, his sister was sat with her back perfectly straight, taking notes in her elegant handwriting with great diligence. He blinked twice, trying not to feel like this was it, this was what hell felt like. The air was stale since the AC had broken, and the fifty-something man in a business suit sat opposite him was pulling a face at him which he thought might be meant to be flirting, but who the hell could tell.
It was more than a simple relief when he was released from hell for his lunch break, the outdoor air a welcome refreshment. Feeling he'd more than earned it, he abandoned is sister in the office's cafeteria and decided to go out for lunch. Piano was calling his name, and he was all too happy to indulge, bored stiff.
Piano was a perfect mix between ridiculously pretentious and trashy. You rarely had to reserve a table to dine there at lunch, which was why he liked it; he could indulge his whims without having to worry. More than that, it was at once both ridiculous and brilliant. Inside, the walls were covered with stuck up bits of paper and photographs, upon which customers were perfectly allowed to write, or stick up their own additions. It had been advertised in the back of a magazine as being 'good food, good wine, good vibe' with a photograph of the inside, and initially Nathaniel had visited just to see if it was actually real. He'd intended to laugh at it, but had ended up becoming one of their most frequent customers.
Arriving, he was immediately given a table by the window in the corner. Given a menu and served a jug of tap water, he thanked the waitress and then pulled out the ridiculously fancy pen his father had given him for his eighteenth birthday. Clicking the lid off, he returned to his old scrap of paper beside his table, finishing off his declaration that were anyone to find him dead, they were to arrest his sister immediately. He knew she loved him dearly, but not as much as she loved the idea of running the business empire.
It was more than a simple relief when he was released from hell for his lunch break, the outdoor air a welcome refreshment. Feeling he'd more than earned it, he abandoned is sister in the office's cafeteria and decided to go out for lunch. Piano was calling his name, and he was all too happy to indulge, bored stiff.
Piano was a perfect mix between ridiculously pretentious and trashy. You rarely had to reserve a table to dine there at lunch, which was why he liked it; he could indulge his whims without having to worry. More than that, it was at once both ridiculous and brilliant. Inside, the walls were covered with stuck up bits of paper and photographs, upon which customers were perfectly allowed to write, or stick up their own additions. It had been advertised in the back of a magazine as being 'good food, good wine, good vibe' with a photograph of the inside, and initially Nathaniel had visited just to see if it was actually real. He'd intended to laugh at it, but had ended up becoming one of their most frequent customers.
Arriving, he was immediately given a table by the window in the corner. Given a menu and served a jug of tap water, he thanked the waitress and then pulled out the ridiculously fancy pen his father had given him for his eighteenth birthday. Clicking the lid off, he returned to his old scrap of paper beside his table, finishing off his declaration that were anyone to find him dead, they were to arrest his sister immediately. He knew she loved him dearly, but not as much as she loved the idea of running the business empire.
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ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
((Neal is such a people person I head cannon his gay-dar is 1000% accurate, I also head cannon that Neal is Pan/bendy sexual. He just seems like the kind to flirt with everything that moves))
Neal found himself very glad he hadn't worn a suit today. He found that punk heirs to business empires didn't like people in suits. What Neal was wearing instead was a black turtleneck that came down just below his elbows and jeans that hugged his ass -which was perfect thanks for asking- it was the perfect 'look at me I'm a boy toy' look. If Neal ever went to gay clubs this is what he would wear. Over this he had a pea coat and scarf, to guard against the chilly start to Autumn they were having. He found Piano easy enough, it wasn't the type of place he would normally go but it had gotten decent reviews and seemed nice, Peter had given him 20 for wine but he just pocketed it. If everything went his way 'Nathaniel' would be buying his alcohol today.
He entered Piano and found it rather nice. He saw Nathaniel almost immediately by the window. He hung up his coat and scarf at the provided hook and took a seat at the bar he ordered a drink for the very straight looking man sitting down a little ways form him and waited for a second. The man received his drink - A concoction of so many fruity things that it came with an umbrella, aptly named the Piano Pizzazz. The reaction was not good the bar tender pointed to Neal after the loud "WHO THE FUCK" Neal gave a very flirty wave. The Man came over and began to make a scene. He used the phrase 'I'm uncultured' several times. Perfect to catch the ear of any gay heirs to empires in the vicinity. Then he punched Neal off his bar stool. Neal hoped this guy was the 'rescue' type because he was about the be the first in the closet Pansexual to be victim to a hate crime. Then the boot connected with his stomach.
Neal found himself very glad he hadn't worn a suit today. He found that punk heirs to business empires didn't like people in suits. What Neal was wearing instead was a black turtleneck that came down just below his elbows and jeans that hugged his ass -which was perfect thanks for asking- it was the perfect 'look at me I'm a boy toy' look. If Neal ever went to gay clubs this is what he would wear. Over this he had a pea coat and scarf, to guard against the chilly start to Autumn they were having. He found Piano easy enough, it wasn't the type of place he would normally go but it had gotten decent reviews and seemed nice, Peter had given him 20 for wine but he just pocketed it. If everything went his way 'Nathaniel' would be buying his alcohol today.
He entered Piano and found it rather nice. He saw Nathaniel almost immediately by the window. He hung up his coat and scarf at the provided hook and took a seat at the bar he ordered a drink for the very straight looking man sitting down a little ways form him and waited for a second. The man received his drink - A concoction of so many fruity things that it came with an umbrella, aptly named the Piano Pizzazz. The reaction was not good the bar tender pointed to Neal after the loud "WHO THE FUCK" Neal gave a very flirty wave. The Man came over and began to make a scene. He used the phrase 'I'm uncultured' several times. Perfect to catch the ear of any gay heirs to empires in the vicinity. Then he punched Neal off his bar stool. Neal hoped this guy was the 'rescue' type because he was about the be the first in the closet Pansexual to be victim to a hate crime. Then the boot connected with his stomach.
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Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
((A shared head canon; Matt Bomer being gay kind of sparked of my gaydar, so since Neal kept making out with all the lovely ladies of White Collar, he just became pans in my head xD . I've gotta go for an hour or two, but I shall edit in a reply afterwards ^U^ Love Neal's ingenious plan btw ))
))
ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
((Exactly! They Gould have him come out as pan on the show there is some under representation of pansexuals in the media and thy never have him say he's straight! SIGH yeah that seemed like something Neal would do to me, he wouldn't be suspected of investigating with a chance meeting like that and it sets him up as gay without having to flirt an he's making Nate come to him! I was proud of that. Lol))
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Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
((He's just too smooth, even when he's getting into fights xD And gosh, I would love it if White Collar gave some Pansexual representation. I mean it's awesome as it is, but that would just be a whole new level of wonderful :3))
As Nathaniel scribbled down his beautifully dramatic declaration of death, he was distracted by a commotion at the bar. He'd vaguely registered the shouting of 'WHO THE FUCK' but had presumed that was just someone getting into a debate. Piano could be rowdy, sure, but he'd never witnessed a fight there.
That day seemed one for firsts, however, as the f word was thrown about and some poor soul was punched off of his stool.
Now, Nathaniel wasn't normally the hero type. Quite the opposite, had it been a fight of any other kind, he probably would have hung back to watch in amusement as two people destroyed what little brain cells they had. In this case, however, it seemed to be a fight over the well-dressed man's sexuality. If there was one thing that pissed Nathaniel off, it was homophobes, and all other breeds of bigots.
More than that, the well-dressed man was really quite attractive. Nathaniel had no shame in allowing himself to be shallow then, because really, this man looked more like an actor or a model than someone who deserved to be getting punched. For all Nate could gather, this man's face was probably his moneymaker. Defending it was in the good of the public interest; how could he continue to contribute to the country's economy if some brainless, uncultured idiot damaged his good looks?
Standing from his table, Nathaniel wandered over casually as if he were going to order a drink, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. The man kicked the pretty one in the stomach, and by the looks of it he was pretty strong. Lithe, Nathaniel probably didn't look like the sort who would be wise to take him on.
That apparently didn't matter as Nathaniel waited for a moment, watching the man before him, before he took up a grip on his head, locking his fingers into his hair, and then brought his head down against the bar top. He wasn't particularly strong, but he'd aimed it well, and after making an odd gagging noise the man fell unconscious. Without a word to the pretty boy, he then handed the bartender a significant sum of money in cash, accompanied by a quiet, "Sorry about that." And no more was said on the matter by the staff, one waitress hurrying forward to move the unconscious man somewhere less public to recover.
As Nathaniel scribbled down his beautifully dramatic declaration of death, he was distracted by a commotion at the bar. He'd vaguely registered the shouting of 'WHO THE FUCK' but had presumed that was just someone getting into a debate. Piano could be rowdy, sure, but he'd never witnessed a fight there.
That day seemed one for firsts, however, as the f word was thrown about and some poor soul was punched off of his stool.
Now, Nathaniel wasn't normally the hero type. Quite the opposite, had it been a fight of any other kind, he probably would have hung back to watch in amusement as two people destroyed what little brain cells they had. In this case, however, it seemed to be a fight over the well-dressed man's sexuality. If there was one thing that pissed Nathaniel off, it was homophobes, and all other breeds of bigots.
More than that, the well-dressed man was really quite attractive. Nathaniel had no shame in allowing himself to be shallow then, because really, this man looked more like an actor or a model than someone who deserved to be getting punched. For all Nate could gather, this man's face was probably his moneymaker. Defending it was in the good of the public interest; how could he continue to contribute to the country's economy if some brainless, uncultured idiot damaged his good looks?
Standing from his table, Nathaniel wandered over casually as if he were going to order a drink, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. The man kicked the pretty one in the stomach, and by the looks of it he was pretty strong. Lithe, Nathaniel probably didn't look like the sort who would be wise to take him on.
That apparently didn't matter as Nathaniel waited for a moment, watching the man before him, before he took up a grip on his head, locking his fingers into his hair, and then brought his head down against the bar top. He wasn't particularly strong, but he'd aimed it well, and after making an odd gagging noise the man fell unconscious. Without a word to the pretty boy, he then handed the bartender a significant sum of money in cash, accompanied by a quiet, "Sorry about that." And no more was said on the matter by the staff, one waitress hurrying forward to move the unconscious man somewhere less public to recover.
ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
Neal peaked through his fingers up at the man above him.
"Oh my god." Neal pushed himself up to his feet. Nathaniel was actually a couple inches taller than him. And really attractive... crap. If he's embezzling it won't matter. Neal took one hand and ran it down his chest wincing, yeah... That was gonna bruise. He looked over at the bartender "could I get some wa-" Neal cleared his throat "-water please?" turning to the other he took a seat on the bar stool "Thank you- and I'm sorry - and embarrassed. Fuck." Neal ran a hand through his hair and leaned one elbow on the bar. "I'm Nick by the way."
"Oh my god." Neal pushed himself up to his feet. Nathaniel was actually a couple inches taller than him. And really attractive... crap. If he's embezzling it won't matter. Neal took one hand and ran it down his chest wincing, yeah... That was gonna bruise. He looked over at the bartender "could I get some wa-" Neal cleared his throat "-water please?" turning to the other he took a seat on the bar stool "Thank you- and I'm sorry - and embarrassed. Fuck." Neal ran a hand through his hair and leaned one elbow on the bar. "I'm Nick by the way."
Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
Dishevelled and slightly bruised really suited this man as a look. Or perhaps it was just how endearingly awkward he was acting, in a manner that still managed to be flawlessly charming. Nathaniel certainly didn't regret his moonlighting as the hero-ing type. "No need for you to be embarrassed," he said with a crooked smile, looking Neal over. Someone who looks as good as you must never need to be embarrassed in their lives. God, his mind was going to the gutter far too quickly. He wasn't normally this… well, horny. He blamed the stuffy business meeting for making him so restless. "Blame the guy who thought it smart to use the f word and start a fight with you, here of all places." Sitting up on a barstool, watching as the bartender put a glass of water down before Neal, Nathaniel gave him another smile. "Nathaniel. I haven't seen you around here before; I'm sorry your first visit had to be so unpleasant."
ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
Neal leaned back smoothing his hair away, "Well I've had worse... Nate..." It had been a really long time since Neal had flirted with a guy. A guy that was tall and cute... Dammit it had been so long since he had flirted at all. The last romance thing he had was Sara and she hadn't really been the flirting type... God this guy was just the right height for Neal to be the little spoon... Neal blinked once slowly to clear all thoughts of spooning away. He reached out and put his hand on the others knee "What do you do Nate? I'm an artist..." He turned his head to the side and used his teeth to push his bottom lip out just a half centimeter. That was it Neal, move fast, he's a mark... just a mark.
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