reincarnatemods | Nate Roth


OOC Information

Name: Rae
Age: 22
Email: whoza.jawa@gmail.com
AIM/YIM/MSN etc.: pixelated sadism
Time Zone: Central
RP Experience: See app for Avery Mason.
Where Did You Hear About Us?: I’m….telepathic?

Character Journal: nerf_herder
PB: Joe Anderson

Character Information

Name: Nate Roth (Technically, it’s ‘Nathan’ but only my mom calls me that. Seriously.)
Reincarnation: Han Fucking Solo
Age: 27
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Occupation: I have more than one. During the day, I work the counter at Stellar Comics. At night, I drive a cab. Which sucks. Balls.
Usual Clothing: Casual shit. Jeans, shirts that don’t suck, sneakers. It’s been brought to my attention that I usually have a hat on, but that’s not me ‘accessorizing‘. That’s me hiding my funky ass hair.
Appearance: What is this, a personal ad? I’m 6’2” and not exactly built, with blond hair and blue eyes. I’m usually sporting some kind of stubble, cause I’m too damn lazy to shave all the damn time. Same goes with haircuts, so my hair usually looks like crap. But hey, that’s what hats are for. Am I right?

Abilities/Talents: I can name almost all of the Marvel mutants (and their powers), have wicked aim with a Nerf gun, and can play Halo for twelve straight hours without going blind. Oh, and I can drive the fuck out of just about anything, and make the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs. I'm also fluent in Huttese, though I doubt that will ever come in handy.
Allegiance: Camelot (Head of Recruitment)

Personality: There’s a lot of labels that get thrown around when it comes to my personality. ‘Geek’ and ‘nerd’ stand out the most. Sadly, they’re kind of accurate. I am a geek. I’m all about comic books and Xbox and shit. I guess I’m kind of a spaz. I mean, I trip over shit a lot (which made me so damn thankful when they invented wireless controllers that work. Seriously, man, cords are a fucking hazard). Probably because I don’t always look where I’m going. There’s a lot of shit going on to distract a guy, you know? Anyway, I’ve gotten pretty good at not actually falling down. I just stumble around a lot. Which doesn’t slow me down. I’m mildly addicted to energy drinks, so I’m usually running fully juiced. Lots of energy, dude. All. The. Time.

Friendly is my middle name. I’ll chat it up with just about anyone, at any time. I love talking to people (even though I suuuuck at it when it comes to the ladies, but that’s another story). Especially when I can get my geek on. Come to me about the pros and cons of Dark Phoenix, and I will hand you an in depth debate about the entire saga. This does not endear me any to the pink polo wearing, collar popping frat boys, but let’s be serious here. Nobody likes those guys. Nobody. Not even me, your friendly neighborhood harmless dude. One day, those guys are going to realize their dicks, and are going to be shit out of luck, because then they won’t even like themselves.

Now we come to the portion of evening where I introduce my other half. See…Han is way more smooth than I am. He has all the mad player skills. It’d be awesome if they rubbed off on me in a way that didn’t make me feel like a complete jackass. Then again, for all his awesomeness, Han Solo was kind of a jackass. Not that I don’t admire the guy, because I totally do. We just clash now that we’re sharing the same body. He’s all ‘buy that hot chick a drink’. Unfortunately, I’m not Harrison Ford. That whole smirk thing? I’m still trying to master it. Before long, I may be a total womanizer. Look out ladies, cause now Nate knows what he’s doin’…. Look at that. His cockiness is getting to me, too.

Home(s): I lived in Vermont as a kid. Now I live in Inwood, Manhattan, in what has to be the smallest, most insignificant apartment known to man. But I do live with a hot chick, which totally makes up for it.

History: A long time a ago in a galaxy far, far away...no, seriously though. I was born twenty-six years ago to Linda and Ben Roth. They had that sort of relationship that you see on Lifetime movies (not that I watch Lifetime movies, but....whatever). High school sweethearts, went to college together, got married, and had a kid. Voila. It was so freaking perfect. All they lacked was the picket fence. Kind of hard to have a picket fence in an apartment, if you know what I mean. Things were kind of tight for awhile, but I don't remember any of that. By the time I was old enough to actually know stuff, my dad was working as a banker and we were firmly middle class. It was pretty awesome, since it meant that we didn't have to deal with snobby assholes, but I still got game systems when they came out.

School kind of sucked for me. I was a scrawny kid, the kind that has 'please kick sand in my face' permanently tattooed on his forehead. So, I got picked on a lot, by just about everybody. Except the other scrawny kids. They were the ones that introduced me to the world of sci-fi and fantasy. Now that was awesome. It was almost worth getting Indian burns for being a geek. My parents were kind of confused, since they'd heard lots of bad things about the D&D scene. You know, that it was all demon worship and shit. Then again, all parents worry about their kids for some reason, and at least I wasn't out getting drunk off my ass. Now stoned? Totally another matter. Table top RP is all fun and games, but when you're baked it's twice as fun. Of course, by the time that started up, I was in high school, and firmly labeled as a nerd. There's no shaking that title once you've been at it for years.

When I graduated, it was off to college. Not, like, the university, either. Community college. It was my own damn fault. I slacked off for a little too long, and all the acceptance dates passed me by while I was busy getting high and reading comic books. Community college worked for me, though. For a little while. Seriously, it was boring as shit. After two years, I decided to say fuck it all, and moved to New York. My parents practically shit a brick, but they didn't actually duct tape me to a chair (which I thought they might have done, for reals). I still get care packages from my mom from time to time. She doesn't think I can make it a month without some sort of baked goods to keep me going.

I got a job pretty quick at a run down comic shop. I figured it would be a short gig, something to pay the bills until I made it big or whatever it is people do in the city. The people were cool, the job was pretty damn easy, and the manager even hooked me up with an apartment above the shop. I had to share with a bunch of other dudes, but they were cool, too. Eventually, I picked up another job, driving an evening shift for a cab company. That job? So not safe. Mace is your best friend when you're picking up drunks from all the dive bars in town. Still, the income helped out a lot. I was able to get my own place. It wasn't the most stylin' pad in town, but it was all mine. Besides, I wasn't looking for anything extra fancy, so crappy worked just fine for me.

Six years later, I'm still there. Same jobs (except now I'm the manager of the comic shop), same apartment, same everything. The sad part? I'm actually happy. This life works out pretty well for me. Oh sure, some people think I'm a total loser, but whatever. If I was making more money and living in a big house, I'd still be the same dude. And, as such, still a loser. Go figure. The only bump that came along was when Han moved in. Not in to my apartment, mind you. But in to my head. He's a pushy bastard, too. It's amazing, though, having all of Han Solo's memories mashed up with mind. Let's face it, the guy is one of the biggest badasses of any universe. And now he's practically half of me. Which makes me a big badass. How awesome is that? Pretty damn.