Post by Nathaniel Seyfert on Jun 25, 2016 8:37:50 GMT
Screen Name: human crimes
Full Name: Nathaniel Seyfert
Alias(s): None
Age: 37
Birthplace: Carson City, Nevada
Years lived in Marathon: New Arrival
Properties owned within city limits: Rental, two bedroom apartment
Properties owned outside the city limits: 0
Notable Family ( Played characters, or NPCs you utilize in your play ): N/A
Association: Monroe County Police Dept.
Weapons ( please list where they are kept as well ): Walther P99 (carried on duty) Black Chrome Baton (collapsible, regularly carried on person) Mossberg 930 Semi Auto 12 Gauge (at residence)
Equipment: Banshee QR Plate Carrier / Level III + Plate (Personal, at residence. Field worn if necessary)
Tactical Equipment issued by Monroe County Police Dept. (As assignment/situation dictates)
Occupation ( or however income is gained ): Cold Case Detective / Forensic Photographer
Special Talents ( sports, lock picking, juggling, etc ): Language (Moderate Spanish), Cooking (Killer Ossobuco), Composed (Poker Face), Photography
Special Training ( military, fighting, medical, etc ): Adept Boxer, Proficient with firearms, Street-fighting (Grade A dirty son of a bitch when necessary)
Licences & Certificates: AS - Criminal Justice / BSCJ - Forensic Science (University of Nevada, Reno) Concealed Carry Permit / Florida State Issued Driver's License / Certificate, Culinary Arts
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Optional History ( though we encourage this! )
If anyone would have told Nathan his life would have been that of a police officer he may have pissed himself laughing. Born in Carson City, Nevada and the child of two psychiatrists, Nathan grew up in an overly structured home. His childhood was filled with events, activities, and friends he never would have picked for himself. Even as a child this left him slightly resentful of his parents. Who truly never considered his feelings in his life. So naturally as he came into his teenage years, he rebelled. Just not in a way most would consider standard.
Rather than adopting the predictable bad behavior associated with teenagers, he took another path. Due to reasons Nathan never understood, both of his parents had little respect for law enforcement. Often mentioning that officers usually caused more problems than they solved with ham-fisted tactics. So law enforcement seemed like the perfect way to disappoint people who disappointed him. So when he came of age, he dove head first into what would be his first and only career. It was the first true decision Nathan ever really made for himself. With no true faith in himself or his abilities, he meant to stay with it until he was rejected. That rejection never came to light though. And by the time he became a officer with the Carson City sheriff's office, he was firmly estranged from his parents. A situation that currently still remains unresolved.
He carried on for several years in Carson City until he decided to make a move to Detroit. In part to gain "Big City" experience. In part to place more space between his parent and himself. It was a culture shock to say the least. And something he described then as landing on the moon. Miles from anywhere. Colder than a meat locker. And if you bother to breathe in, you die. Needless to say Detroit made a huge impression on the young officer, very little of it good. It was in Detroit Nathan became involved with forensic photography, as well as gained a taste for cold cases. In a city where the crime rate remained high year after year, the two seemed to walk hand in hand and few volunteered to cover the large volume of unsolved crimes. Around six years into his new post, he learned why. While sharpening his teeth on missing person cases and unsolved murders, Nathan began developing symptoms of post traumatic stress. It was "suggested" that he switch his skill set to lessen his stress. A suggestion he chose to ignore, continuing to work cold cases almost obsessively until he was officially transferred by his superiors. How it was arranged that he ended up in Marathon was the biggest mystery of all. But by the time the paperwork crossed his desk, he had been allowed no input and very few options.
Only three months in The Sunshine State, and two months in Monroe County, he is still adjusting to a life of palms tress and beaches. He has taken this opportunity to reinvent himself. Wearing two faces in order to keep doing what he has come to consider a calling.
