SO UH. I am super-late on this BUT! I have a permissions post now for Nahollo. Or rather, questions.

1. Has your character killed? It'll take work in Maison, but Nahollo can sense when people have killed. This counts even if it's something ridiculous like being the general that ordered a war, or convincing a friend of a roommate's uncle of a stepfather's cousin's uncle's brother's roommate to kill someone, or even bullying someone to their suicide.
1a. If yes, what was the motivation? Was it murder, or a mercy killing, self-defense, as a soldier in a war, or an accident?
1b. How did they kill the other person?

2. Is there something weird and death-related about your character? Are they a ghost, a zombie, a vampire (specifically one that counts as undead) or basically some other form of 'life' that has gotten shuffled off the mortal coil and then gotten back on?


On top of that, for other characters, especially sensitive ones, Nahollo does have things about him that are "weird". Nahollo is quite powerful, if relatively benign, but most of the time he tends to keep what he calls his 'presence' smashed down into this nice compact ball where it would take being in the same room as him to even sense there's something odd about him. He has conscious control over this ability, and can intentionally use this aura for a bit more intimidating presence. Depending on another character's level of ability to read things like that, it is entirely possible to know that he is neither of divine nor abyssal origin, and that he is possibly one of the most harmless things around. When he's angry, truly angry, Nahollo could probably easily alarm and confuse sensitives because his ability to hide and control his aura goes a bit wonky. This is also where the realization that Nahollo is quite powerful might hit the hardest- anyone within the mansion who is remotely sensitive could likely pick up on the sense that "This Is Death, and It Is Angry".

On a more mundane level, the observant might notice that Nahollo's body language betrays a good lack of self-confidence. It also betrays that he does have some semblence of an idea of how to fight- in fact, the way he moves might seem a bit incongrous at best, since he actually moves a bit like someone who knows what they're doing in a fight and expects to have a sword come to hand. The really observant might notice in a fight that- before Nahollo actually calls his sword into play- he moves as if he had it in his hands, including starting a stab/jab/slice/block with his hands empty, sword appearing in the middle of the motion.

Comment here if you need to know any more about him! I tried to cover it all. ^^;

Player's Name: Masheli
Contact info: MasheliGrowing/MasheliWandering on AIM, masheli on Plurk
LJ: seraphic

Character: Nahollo Graves
Canon: Original Character
Version: ...8( I don't think this applies here.
Canon Point: ...You know I'm pretty sure for an OC this also doesn't apply...
Age: 17
Gender: Male



History: Nahollo was born in a mostly-Choctaw area of Mississippi in modern times, to an unwed mother and a father that his extended family despised. Though nobody ever said anything about what specifically happened after he was conceived, Nahollo's father was never present, but his parentage was the butt of much teasing and jokes from the time he was very young. Nahollo spent much of his early life glued to his mother’s side- he was very much a “mama’s boy” in every sense of the word. He was fairly intelligent and was even picking up quickly on being raised bilingual in Choctaw and English, and if he was a little shy and cautious of those closest to his age.

Though his mother did her best to protect him from it, Nahollo was quite right to try avoiding his peers. Most of his cousins and extended relations were raised to look upon anyone their family considered “outsiders” with, at best, quiet intolerance. Nahollo was the son of an outsider, and this stigma touched everyone in the family and their attitudes toward him. Nahollo quickly learned exactly how cruel other kids could be, any time he was left alone with them. Thankfully Opia believed her son when he complained, or came home with bruises and scrapes, and she did her best to ensure that Nahollo was never left alone with his peers or left with adults who would allow that to happen.

Because of both Opia’s hobbies and her job, Nahollo and Opia also were frequent road warriors for their area. One night, on the way home, six years after Nahollo was born, Opia’s car crashed horribly. The vehicle, rather unfortunately, also caught fire. Nahollo managed to escape before the fire reached him, but by the time emergency services arrived, Opia was dead and Nahollo had managed to burn himself something awful trying to get to his mother and help her. He spent the next several weeks in the hospital, nursing severe burns, a concussion, and, later, a respiratory infection. This is where Nahollo’s life started taking a dramatic turn for the worse.

Nahollo’s first encounter with a demon was his cousin, “Chase”. Like any other demon or angel in Nahollo’s world, Chase was a many-times-reincarnate, and like many others, only became aware of his powers and some of his past lives shortly after he attained some kind of truly solid grip on his identity. It was Chase’s first order of business, as the “lead bully” of Nahollo’s family, to ensure the rest of his life would be a festering pit of misery, and by so doing turn Nahollo into something of a living power-source. Chase’s own powers lie in cruelty, and by making others suffer, he could gain more power and extend his reserves. By twisting at what injuries and infections Nahollo already had, or were around the hospital, he ensured Nahollo would be living a life of physical and emotional pain for nearly the next decade. His left and dominant arm, having been burned, was tweaked to call to mind the sensation that gave Nahollo his burn scars whenever it was touched, his respiratory system invaded by a heavily-modified form of tuberculosis. As a final “fuck you” to Nahollo’s emotional well-being, Chase used the effects of the concussion to go through and systematically destroy any fragments of happiness Nahollo had managed to retain as a child. Even his own name was in question, simply because Opia’s will allowed for Nahollo’s legal name to be changed in the event that he decided the name she gave him didn’t “fit”. Nahollo’s name, thanks to Chase’s prompting at Nahollo’s new temporary guardian, became nothing more than an allusion to the fact that Nahollo’s father was a “white” outsider, something that made him different from everyone else in his direct family group.

From there, Nahollo spent a year in the care of his aunt, Manetema. She was possibly the closest thing to “decent” Nahollo could ask for out of his family. While she didn’t shout abuses at him or constantly snipe at him for being the cause of misfortunes in the family, she was emotionally unavailable. She was doing a duty to her departed sister. She did not serve as an emotional bulwark against the harassment campaign being waged on him, and didn’t even bother to try. A year into this, with Nahollo taking refuge whenever possible in a local “haunted” spot his more superstitious cousins wouldn’t go near, Nahollo discovered he had a half-sister.

Opia had not been young when she’d had Nahollo, and the events leading to Nahollo’s older sister, Nitah’s birth, were enough to have put her off having further children for the 18-year gap in their ages. Nitah had since abandoned most of her blood family, and it had taken a full year to track her down and deliver her mother’s final message and wish to the eldest of the Graves siblings. Although reluctant to do so, and about as emotionally available as Manetema in her own way, Nitah took her half-brother in and decided to raise him to the best of her ability. To start, she decided to ignore Nahollo’s claims to the contrary, that he was “just fine” and it was “just a cold”, and took him back to the doctors.

What they found changed the already-forming tone of Nahollo and Nitah’s relationship- the discovery that Nahollo’s “little cold” was a lethal thing, something that would hang over his head for the next decade like a loaded gun. Simply through inopportune gossip, Nahollo discovered this fact for himself, and what little emotional recovery he had made was shattered forever. First it was the loss of his mother, and now he was going to die? Already used to hearing how much of a burden he was, Nahollo made it his life’s goal to simply die quietly, with as few people upset over his death as he could manage. He had given up, and didn’t want to try anymore. Though his doctors worked to find some way of making his life at least livable, the constant tests and drugs left Nahollo feeling weak and useless, and he eventually begged his sister to just make it stop.

Stop it did, and Nitah brought Nahollo to live in a remote area where little could bother him. She made every effort to ensure that he would, at least, enjoy what he had left of life. Of course, neither was to know that while Nahollo was still walking around in such sharp emotional misery, he would continue to live as a useful auxiliary source of power for Chase. A year passed, then two, then three, without Nahollo dying- and what few doctors still saw him were mystified. Nahollo continued to live- and continued to suffer.
By the time Nahollo was fourteen he clearly had yet to die, though with each passing year his relationship with Nitah hurt him all the more. Eventually she left the house mostly to his care and the care of a few trusted friends of hers, and began pursuing her career further. He studied at home, and essentially waited for the day he would die to come. By his sixteenth birthday, it hadn’t, and a trip into town awakened him to something that would at least slightly even out the playing field with Chase.

Nahollo had witnessed the murder of a cashier in a hold- up, and something within him had come undone. Another potential condition for awakening to inherited powers as the reincarnate of an angel or a demon had appeared; Nahollo had been exposed, and violently, to his “element”, and his own life, as well as the lives of others, was in danger. Thankfully the psychological advantage of being the angel of death allowed Nahollo to keep the man in check until the police appeared and dragged him away, but Nahollo had a moment he would never forget, and a small black mark on his psyche. Equally, he now had something to do with what little life he had. In a way, his relative isolation became a good thing, giving him time to sort out what he could do with his newfound abilities and, more importantly, why some of the things he half-remembered from previous lives were the way they were. He established a consistent pattern of putting his own life in danger for the sake of others, using his newfound ability to detect death as something of a ‘radar’.

This newfound source of strength and bulwark against misery was not something that Chase could tolerate from Nahollo, and Chase moved to follow the siblings and figure out why his own energizer bunny of misery was suddenly not quite so miserable. This led to a series of confrontations, with only Chase being sure of Nahollo’s identity. This went on for nearly a year before it attracted the attention of a much older, and much more powerful demon, and their self-styled leader. This demon, Atira, had a longstanding grudge with the angel of death over some of the actions of Nahollo’s past incarnations, and had a very personal stake in wanting to take down the angel of death at the height of her power. She had made it very clear that the angel of death wasn’t to be touched without her say-so.

Nahollo was dragged into a meeting with Atira and her demons, and he’d decided to use that as a point to try and convince Atira that her grudge was a stupid thing to hold. This wasn’t before Atira mostly-killed Chase for his trespasses, with Nahollo delivering the mercy stroke to his cousin. It was Atira that revealed what Nahollo had started to suspect- that Chase had been the source of his unnatural ailments, and when Chase died, the effects began to vanish entirely, Chase’s influence erased by Nahollo’s own inherent power. Nahollo also made good on his desire to end the needless back-and-forth revenge-fighting that Atira perpetuated, snapping her out of seeing him only as the angel of death and not another person.

With the revelation that they seemed closer to two sides of the same coin, Atira began attempting to patch up relations with Nahollo especially, but all of the angels and demons as a whole. She even started using some of her accumulated wealth to help Nahollo get into a better college than he thought he could manage to pay for on his own, and Nahollo started trying to return to something like a normal life. He hardly was going to stop trying to help people where he could, but it seemed that for the time between the start of his senior year and the end of it, he could have more of a normal life than he’d had since he’d turned seven.

Personality: Above and beyond everything else about him, Nahollo has an innate respect for life. It takes a great deal to anger him, but the quickest and surest way is to somehow violate this sanctity of life, through murder, torture, or any other means. He tends to be relatively calm, if a bit melancholy. He has a wealth of self-image issues from his upbringing, and is more likely to put the needs of others before himself than do something for openly selfish reasons.
A life of relative isolation has left Nahollo somewhat socially awkward, and the history of emotional abuses he faced at the hands of his family left him erring on the side of remaining quiet rather than speaking up, of hanging on the edges of things, and being alarmingly easy to spook. Given a distorted image of himself and the misfortunes that happen around him, he is prone to isolating himself from other people emotionally and trying to keep them at arm’s length. He rarely makes deep emotional connections with others, preferring not to risk getting hurt like that after essentially losing most of the people who ever cared about him.
This plays poorly with the fact that he is essentially sweet, liking to do things for other people. He’d rather not get recognition for these things. An essential lover of peace, he would much rather avoid confrontations than seek them, though exceptions are made for those who harm the innocent and defenseless. He would rather sacrifice his own health than harm another, and frequently puts himself in harm’s way for the sake of others. This actually includes putting the welfare of others before keeping his conscience clean. It’s perfectly within reason to threaten his life, but to threaten the lives of others, especially those with no defenses of their own against that threat, goes beyond the pale. The flip side to this is that he doesn’t enjoy taking help from others, and will turn down all but the most adamant of offers of help.
Nahollo also rarely gets truly angry. He gets offended, irate, and annoyed at varying turns, but true, blinding anger is a state that is foreign to him. Even seeing things that are completely morally reprehensible to him doesn’t make him truly angry- it just gives him determination to end it. After seeing the things that his cousin got away with because Nahollo didn’t kill him after their first run-in, Nahollo has found a determination and will to end these things before they happen, even if that means getting blood on his hands, literally or otherwise.
Though generally quiet and soft-spoken, Nahollo is still a teenager, and if someone goes past a certain point with him he is prone to being just as much of a sarcastic thing as any other boy his age. Equally, he is prone to fits of moodiness and grouchiness. These tend to be mostly self-directed, though he’s not afraid to make light of the situations at hand.
As the current living embodiment of death, very few overtly “spooky” things will actually strike true fear into him. He finds graveyards and harbingers of death soothing. He has a smattering of fears here and there, but only a handful run down traditional routes. Equally, as a combined result of his status as the angel of death and having lived through a terrible, extended death-in-life, Nahollo places a high value on the sanctity of life, and heaven help those who violate it in his presence.
When pressured, Nahollo can be forced into feats of sheer audacity and nerve that leave most people wondering what the hell just happened, and when it comes to a fight he seems to have the mental game mostly mastered. He doesn’t panic in a fight, instead trusting his instincts and wits over his physical abilities.

Fears: Nahollo fears being left alone by others most of all- the one person he loved with all his heart had died senselessly, and early, and then his older sister didn’t help matters by essentially listening to what he was saying at the time. He fears it enough that he will go out of his way to avoid forming those close bonds in the first place- he would rather suffer the “lesser” hurt of being lonely.
Beyond that, Nahollo has screaming nightmares about doctors and hospitals due to a long fight with illness and long hospital stays, usually with atrocious drug combinations.
He has minor assorted tweaks about being small and helpless, a result of having an abusive family as a child. He still flinches a bit at people raising their hands to him, especially if he has no reason to use his sword to defend himself. Equally, the smell of alcohol or people drinking around him tends to set him on edge.
Nahollo fears losing control of his powers, being aware of their lethality. Having the memories of his past lives makes him acutely aware of how his powers could be misused, how they can hurt other people.

Weaknesses: Physically Weak: Due to basically being all but bed-bound, Nahollo is not in the greatest of physical condition. He is weaker than the average sedentary teenager his age, and has less endurance. He can’t run as far, jump as high, climb as fast, or do anything at even the average amount for a teenager his age.
Injury-Prone: Tying into the above, Nahollo is incredibly prone to overdoing it and injuring himself as a result. His instincts for fighting outstrip his physical condition, leading to frequent pulled muscles, strains, sprains, and other damage that could be avoided.
Self-Sacrificing: Nahollo is essentially going to get himself injured a great deal because his desire to help others will outweigh his common sense. Equally, he’d rather give help than receive it.
Self-Image Issues: It’s not that hard to recall Nahollo’s childhood of constantly being told he was worthless, or that because he was a “bastard child”, or whatever the reason of the day was, that he had somehow caused his mother’s death and any random misfortunes that fell upon the people around him.

Mundane Strengths/Abilities: Sword-skill: Inherited from his past selves, Nahollo has the instincts and knowledge of an experienced swordsman at his disposal. His fighting style mostly relies on reaction and hair-fine, last-second dodges, and he does have the mental part of a swordfight- not losing his temper, or losing control of himself- down pat. His physical condition means that even some of the most basic maneuvers leave him with strains, sprains, and pulled muscles, or worse, where his condition doesn’t match his instincts and skills.
Bilingual: It’s a little thing, but Nahollo is fluent in both Choctaw and English.

Sensitivity/Magical Ability: Death-Sense, part one: Nahollo, as the angel of death, has the ability to sense things “wrong” with death, as well as deaths around him in general, past and present. It’s a bit “detect undead”, a bit looking into the past, and a bit of an empathetic-sense. Equally, he can sense deaths “around” and by a person. This includes more roundabout definitions- not only can Nahollo sense direct murders or kills, but he can also sense things like social pressure driving someone to suicide. The best “rule of thumb” is that if, without a person’s involvement, another person would still be alive, it counts. He can also detect a bit of motivations and circumstances in these things- a soldier just doing his duty, a mother killing to protect her child, and a true sadist would all read differently to his senses.
Death Sense, part two: Nahollo also can sense the impending deaths of himself and those around him within a certain physical area, roughly a couple city blocks from him in any direction. He tends to use this to try and prevent needless and stupid deaths, as well as one way of navigating a fight.
Aura: Generally this is limited to other sensitives because he does like to try keeping it under wraps, but Nahollo does have a certain aura of death hanging around him. However, it is something he can consciously control- and turn up the ‘volume’ on, if he thinks it’s to his advantage. Generally this gets used as a step up from simple words, a warn-off without any actual threat to it. Of note is that there isn’t anything ‘divine’ about his power, or the sense of him that other sensitives can get. It’s just death, plain and simple.
Cloak, Sword, and Wings: When Nahollo feels like being more obvious about it, Nahollo can drop the illusion that he is a normal human worm-baby. His appearance when he does this seems to match a bit of Greek mythology more than a more biblical description of death. He has a long, dark cloak, white wings, and a sword specific to him. The cloak and sword can be summoned independently of the wings. Equally, the sword is weighted to work best with him, weighing practically nothing in his hand.

Supply List: Sword, Cloak: As much as it is also a “power”, Nahollo’s sword is also something he’d have with him. Same with the cloak.
Cell Phone: Nahollo has an official brick. It’s actually an earlier-model iPhone, so he could probably get away with using it as a flashlight… or a projectile weapon.
Clothes: Jeans, a hoodie, socks, and shoes.
Wallet: A wallet on a chain with some cash, a debit card, and his Nevada State ID.


Sample RP post:

Nahollo was fussing. He knew he was fussing, and he did it anyway. The end of his braid was suddenly very appealing, fascinating, even. The teenager let go of his braid after a moment, picking up a stuffed owl and giving it a considering look. How much did he really want an army of stuffed owls in his dorm? He’d gotten used to them, he had to admit, but it was difficult to sort out what he needed to take and what would be staying here. How many of these were reminders of a time he spent in the hospital, tubes sticking out of him every which way, pills and injections running through his system. He shuddered- it was only too easy to remember what that felt like.
With a sigh, he picked up the biggest. This was the first, the one Nitah had given him the first time he’d been in the hospital while under her care. He was taking this one, at least- it was nearly as big as his torso, even now. He sat down on the edge of his bed- as much as he was looking forward to getting out of this isolated little town, as much as he thought college was a good idea…
If he was going to be completely honest with himself, he was scared. There would be people, more people than he had seen in one place since he’d left Mississippi. Worse, they’d be all around his age, another group he hadn’t been exposed to much. A year in high school didn’t mean anything compared to that. Living surrounded by other people would be awkward- living among other teenagers would be worse than that. He had enough secrets, enough odd behavior quirks that he was completely sure even without knowing what he really was, nobody would want to be around him.
Nahollo yelped in surprise as his phone started vibrating, digging frantically in a pocket for his phone. Who the hell would be calling him at this hour?