Nathaniel Cross

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Name: Nathaniel James Cross
Nicknames: Nate, 'Sherlock'
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Cop / Special Detective

Physical Description: Nate stands at a staggering 6'5”, with short closely trimmed black hair, a bit of stubble on his face and dark green eyes. His hair always looks as though he just woke up. He is well toned and physically fit. When working, he prefers fitted button down shirts, suit jacket, and a tie with a neat pair of slacks. When not working (which is rare), He can be found wearing denim jeans, an untucked button down shirt, a dark brown leather jacket, and biker boots. He is never without his shades. He also wears a gold wedding band, but will insist he isn't married.

Personality:

• Confident: Thanks to his mother's upbringing, Nate has an air of confidence about him that could easily be confused for arrogance. Nate does things his own way, regardless of rules.
• Happy Drunk: While Nate doesn't often take to the liquor, it's been discovered that he's quite a different person. He's quite cheerful, quick to make friends, and quite a talented singer and dancer. He blames the Irishman in him.
• Observant: There isn't much that escapes Nate's notice. His mother often teased that he had a camera from a brain. Nate can remember the smallest details of a room, can recall things he's read and tell you what book and page to find it. He can also recognize subtle changes in a person's demeanor and can easily tell when he's being lied to or when someone is agitated.
• Sarcastic: Nate tries not to take anything too seriously. It's one of his coping mechanisms. He once attended a funeral for a fellow police officer who had died during an interrogation with a particularly violent suspect.. His remark? "I dont see why they insisted on a closed casket funeral. I think he looked better afterwards."
• Short Temper: While Nate would like to think he's rather well composed, He's pretty easy to piss off. He doesn't have much patience, and greatly depending on the circumstances and who it is grating on Nate's nerves, the man often won't hesitate to land a punch. His temperament greatly improves once he's had a few drinks.
• Very Private: Nate doesn't talk about his past or his personal life. At All. It isn't that he has trouble talking about it, but more to the fact that it really isn't anyone's business.

History: Aibhlinn Marian Ó Dochartaigh was a a stereotypical redheaded hot tempered and stubborn Irish woman that knew what she wanted in life and God pity the poor soul that tried to stop her. She had a wild sense of adventure and a care free spirit .Aibhlinn was far from an 'easy' woman, but something about the sailor man’s smooth words and charm won her over. Nine months later, Aibhlinn became the mother of a bouncing baby boy. Nathaniel Seamus Ó Dochartaigh. Aibhlinn's mother, being strict and Catholic, demanded that she either take a husband and raise up her son properly or she'd be disowned.

Aibhlinn smiled and scooped up her boy and left Ireland to travel, bringing up Nate the best she knew how. Because no one was going to tell her how to live her life, let alone how to bring up her son. Her biggest lesson she always taught her son was not to take sass from anyone and to live his life to the fullest. Aibhlinn's travels landed her in England where she decided to strike out for herself and her now three year old son. Before the lad turned five, Aibhlinn become quite enamored with a fellow Irishman who had come to England as a writer. His name was Riordan Cross. Aibhlinn and Riordan married and little Nate's last named was changed to Cross. Aibhlinn also legally had her son's middle named changed from Seamus to the English version of 'James'.

Within a year or so, Aibhlinn had a daughter. She had pale strawberry blond hair and oddly matched eyes, one blue, the other green. She named her Nadine Yvellyn Cross. Nadine was slow to progress as a child; late to walk, difficulty speaking, and she refused to make eye contact. When Nadine turned four, it was discovered that she had severe autism. Aibhlinn left her job to care for her daughter.

Nathaniel James Cross was a stubborn boy, having inherited his mother's free spirit. He was frequently being held after school or being suspended for his hot headed temper and blatant lack of respect for authority. It was often his habit to run the streets with a ragtag group of friends into the late hours of the night, sneaking back home through the kitchen window as early as two in the morning. He was only ten.

When he was eleven, Nate's life changed. He was sneaking out of the house when his step father grabbed him by the ankle and yanked him back inside and proceeded to receive a rather savage beating. Riordan was drunk. Aibhlinn tried to come between her husband and son, but in the struggle, Aibhlinn slipped and hit her head against the kitchen counter. It cracked her skull and Aibhlinn died of hemorrhaging and pressure to her brain.

As the years rolled by, it became evident that Nate and Nadine could not rely of Riordan to provide for them as he had become a belligerent drunk with no job. By the time Nate was fifteen, he was working a serious of odd jobs before and after school: Newspaper delivery boy, delivering meat orders for the local butcher, and after school, he would work bagging groceries, all to buy food and take care of his now ten year old sister.

When Nate was seventeen, his life changed again. He came home to the sound of his sister, Nadine, screaming his his step father yelling at her. When he entered the kitchen, Riordan was standing over Nadine who had burns and cuts on her hands, her face, bloody from being beaten. Nate had enough of his step father's abuse and neglect. In a blind rage, Nate grabbed a frying pan from the stove and proceeded to bash in Riordan's face until the man stopped moving.

When he went to Nadine's side, her injuries were worse than what he first thought. His step father had beaten to girl so badly, Nadine's broken rib had pierced her lungs. His twelve year old little sister with the pale red hair and strange blue and green eyes, died in his arms.

After his little sister was buried, Nate made a promise on her grave that he would devote the rest of his life to putting monsters like Riordan behind bars.

At eighteen, Nate enrolled at the Police Academy. He excelled quickly and had graduated and been assigned to 'C.O.P.A.', a branch of the English law enforcement that dealt specifically in Violent Crimes and Drug Trafficking. He was twenty-five.

During one particular investigation, he encountered a young and mysterious woman with the strangest pale blue eyes. She had the strangest mannerisms and way of speaking. Normally he was very good at reading people and understanding their body language. This woman was unreadable and it both fascinated and infuriated him.

In the next few months, while investigating a series of violent murders, he kept running into the strange woman. When he demanded to know her name she simply smiled and replied "The Goddess". Beautiful as she was, Nate was not impressed. In fact, he began to suspect that she might had been somehow connected to the string of murders, as she always seemed to turn up while he was investigating.

He arrested her and brought her in for questioning. The woman who called herself The Goddess remained cool and calm through the whole interrogation, casually insisting to Nate that she was not the one he was looking for. "In fact, Detective... The one you're looking for isn't even human"

With nothing to pin her with, Nate had no choice but to let her go. That was when The Goddess made her a very strange and tempting offer. "Come with me, Detective. I could use someone like you." It was then that Nate learned just what sort of woman she was.

It turned out that the culprit was a rouge Thal. The Goddess tried to reason with the Thal, trying to remind of the fact that their people were supposed to be pacifistic. When the Thal lunged for Goddess, out of both instinct and trained reaction, Nate drew his gun and shot the Thal, killing him.

Goddess promptly slapped him and insisted "He didn't need to die, you fool!" and yanked the gun out of his hand, used her sonic device on the weapon and rendered it completely useless and unable to fire before throwing it back at him. "He was just lost and confused. I was supposed to take him home!"

Goddess very nearly considered just leaving Nate behind. But Nate's curiosity was tugging at him and he grabbed the small woman's wrist and pulled her into a deep kiss and looked into those enchanting blue eyes and pleaded to her. "Take me with you."

The Goddess seemed so confused and strangely enthralled by the sudden kiss, she agreed and brought him into her TARDIS. It was there he met a man whom he learned was in fact a nearly three thousand year old djinn named Shezaan, whom Goddess fondly considered her companion. Nate and Shezaan did not get along. Their journeys in the TARDIS were only made tolerable by The Goddess's insistence that the two behave and try to get along.

Nate became infatuated with the eerily calm and beautiful woman. While her eyes told him that she was far older than he was, she was so innocent. His intentions were innocent enough at first, mild flirtations and subtle hints. But flirtation quickly turned into a rather steamy and passionate relationship.

But after a few weeks, Goddess' demeanor towards him changed. She finally insisted it was time for her to return him to Earth, but refused to tell him why. Nate was woefully ignorant that The Goddess had become pregnant.

Nate tried to return to his old life, but after the wonderful things he'd seen, the strange planets and mysterious races, Nate had trouble adjusting to normality.

Additional medical information: Eidetic memory, Insomniac, Chronic Migraines.

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