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Possessed of some notable skill as a jewelcrafter, Nathaniel rose from humble origins to gain the patronage of a count sworn to the service of Valardin. In this capacity, despite earlier dealings with rough-and-tumble folk, his future seemed assured. Fate had other things in mind: In a disastrous turn of fortune, the count seized Nathaniel's holdings and banished him from his lands, over a trespass known to few. Undeterred, the man has wandered to a few places since, calling in favors and making connections, before at last landing in the capital city, where he aims to amass a boundless fortune.

A bit rough around the edges, this fellow looks weathered by both the sun and more than one tavern brawl. Faint scarring mars his face beneath and beside one eye, evidence of a knife wound, and small pale marks on his fingers are evidence of burns suffered in the past. For that, his face has a certain pleasing angularity, a firm-jawed countenance marked by bright green eyes. His hair falls near to shoulder length, glossy, night-dark black. Around six feet in height and broad through the shoulders, he boasts a sinewy muscularity that lends the impression of a man well used to labor.

Nathaniel has two personalities: The genteel, mannered front that he puts on for clients and persons of distinction, and the brooding, often-temperamental face he wears when interacting with persons of ill repute. His true personality may lay somewhere in between these two masks. But the same man is equally capable of the courtier's grace and dockside tough's gritted teeth and cutting tongue. He takes care that the audiences for each side do not see too much of the other.