Nathan Peters

Nathan Peters is a character role-played by DummyWack.
==General Description==
Nathan Peters, originally from Bohan, Liberty City, is a talkative, charismatic 28 year old Irish-American man with a strong New York accent. He moved to Los Santos in search of a fresh start following the death of his adopted father, Vincent Bianchi, and the dissolution of the Bianchi Crime Family, a mob-oriented criminal organization and the only family he's ever known. 
==Background==
Nathan, more commonly known as "TurtleNeck Nate", has a severe psychological disorder which causes him to never be able to remove his turtleneck. This is mostly due to the fact that his mother, a crack addict named Maria, abandoned him shortly after birth, leaving him nothing but a small threadbare turtleneck by which to remember her.
In the absence of his mother, Nate and his father lived in severe poverty on the streets of Liberty City, eating scraps and never really knowing where they'd find their next meal. Nate's father died soon after leaving the young boy to fend for himself at the tender age of 8. Nate spent 5 long years, barely surviving, haunted by the ghosts of his past, until he was eventually found, cold and alone, in a dark alleyway by a member of the Bianchi Crime Family.
The Bianchi Crime Family took Nathan in, taught him the inner workings of their organization, and treated him as one of their own. They was like a family to Nathan, and Vincent Bianchi, their leader, like a father. Violence and criminal activity became the center of Nate's world as he climbed through the ranks, eventually becoming one of the family's most trusted and valuable members. For the first time in his life, Nate knew stability, and was surrounded by people who cared for him as much as he did them.
It wasn't to last, however, as after many prosperous years, Vincent Bianchi passed away. This was the beginning of the end for the Bianchi Crime Family; their numbers began to dwindle, members leaving to lead lives of their own, until the family was eventually dissolved altogether. 
Nate, who already had severe abandonment issues due to his traumatic childhood, was defeated. Back on the streets, he lost himself to drink, and was ready to give up altogether, until one night, passed out outside of a jazz club, Nate had a vision-like dream. This dream, given to him, in his own words, "by God or by the Devil", filled him with fresh purpose, and he determined to set out for Los Santos in search of something new.
== Active Storylines ==
Nate is an important member of The Dons gang, led by Omar Dedon and Toni Balbani. His grind has earned him a leadership role and is third-in-command below his fellow weed grow partner, Tyler Thompson who was assigned as second-in-command. 
== Friends & Family ==
* Gabby Brito: Sweaty Meatball Handed Bestie
* Lucas Spade AKA Lukey Pookey
* Toni Balbani: Leader, introduced Nate to The Dons
*Omar Dedon: Leader of The Dons
*Tyler Thompson: Co Third-in-Command of The Dons
* Shae Voytek: Uwu coworker, co-creator of the Survivor Games
* Max Stevenson: Uwu coworker, hot-headed criminal 
*Leon "Monkey" Kent: Chaotic, matches Nate's energy 
*Michael Hawkins AKA Mike Hawk 
*Pinky Peppers: Android Bestie 
* Franky Manbroni: It's complicated
*Tiny Tony: Member of The Dons
*Dr Deshrespect: Pyromaniac
*Ollivander Templeton (Olli): Co-creator of the survivor games, chaotic good
*Reno Panic: Associate of The Dons brought in by Nate and girlfriend of Olli
*Janette Styles: Fiery red-head with voice of James Earl Jones
*Joey Violento: Literal 5head, Member of The Dons
*Maz "Uncle T" Razi : Member of The Dons, 102 years old, senile
*Zee Carbone: Member of The Dons
*Karoline Flexx: Associate of The Dons brought in by Nate
"The Six Minutes"; A Film-Noir Style Monologue Describing Nate's Wounded Past
***Nate will occasionally deliver this monologue to others in Los Santos set against a jazzy noir-like soundtrack. It takes roughly 6 six minutes to deliver, hence why Nate refers to it as "The Six Minutes."
Liberty City, 1994; I was born into homelessness. My father Benjamin was a Vietnam veteran who fell to drug abuse. My mother Maria was a prostitute that couldn't give up the pipe. My mother abandoned me shortly after birth; leaving a worn down turtleneck behind, small enough for me to wear. My father and I were forced to live meal to meal while surviving the dangerous streets of Liberty City. We adapted by engaging in petty crimes for quick cash as early as I could begin to walk. I don't remember much from my childhood, but I know I always wore that turtleneck. It was the only reminder of a mother I never got to know. At 8 years old my father died. At such a young age I was left to the streets with my overwhelming inner thoughts.
At the time I thought I was seeing ghosts. I was haunted by people I couldn't even recognize; demons in my mind. Looking back at it, it may have been nothing, perhaps just an outcome of involuntary trauma. Perhaps it was my mind playing tricks on me, or maybe I really was dealing with the underworld. Whatever it was, I learned that I like reality tangible. I shy from the heebie-jeebies; I don't trust that spiritual stuff. I prefer reality and the ability to change what I see with the choices I make.
I lived in discomfort, caring only to survive day by day. Before I knew it, five years passed, and I was thirteen years old with no formal education. When it came to math, I only knew how to count. You had to know how to count as a child surviving the streets, how else would you know how many apples to grab from the local bodega? They had three set up, and then there was two; and one in my pocket. It's in our nature, if Eve can snag an apple from the forbidden garden then I can snag an apple from under Mrs. Jones's nose. I was lost, but something in me still desired a life. One night, bearing only my turtleneck, I was found alone and cold by a member of the Bianchi crime family. They saw potential in my young charismatic face and deep dead eyes. They took me in and gave me all the turtlenecks I ever needed.
 
I got older and learned the structure, organization and dealings of a mafia crime family. My new father Vincent Bianchi, leader of our family, taught me everything I know. He taught me how to read, write, enunciate; he taught me how to get the job done. As I climbed in ranks and became more trusted within the family, he trusted me to do more. Robberies, kidnappings, beatings, murders; you name it, I did it. My experience in organized crime became plentiful and people in the streets began to learn the name, "Turtle Neck" Nate. For many years it was the only life I've ever known – now that I think about it – it was the only life I've ever known. The family I had then was the only family I've ever understood.
 
Hard fact, no matter the dealings of your life, time don't stop for others. As you get older and more experienced, the experienced get older and weaker. Just like my first father my second passed away. The family was low in numbers and most of the guys left for better lives. Eventually, the Bianchi family lost all their power; I was alone once again. Sure, I had money from my dealings with the family, but at what cost? I was haunted by the memories of my past and felt dead inside. I saw no hope or value in anything worthwhile. I was ready to call it quits and drink my life away.
I drank myself into a deep slumber one evening, didn't even bother getting myself back to the motel. I passed out outside the jazz club and had the most vibrant dream of my life. The details of that dream drowned away in the puddle I woke up in, but the big picture remained. I pictured a life with meaning. Life can be funny like that, just when you think it's best to throw in the towel, God gives you a vision for new purpose; God or the devil of course, depends on who gets to you first. I parted from Liberty City and set off for Los Santos in search of something new.
I moved on living by my own rules. Rule number one: make no friends unless they bond like family. Rule number two: love no one; a man in my line of work isn't afforded this luxury. Rule number three: take control when necessary and take control fast. Rule number four: always take responsibility for my actions. Rule number five: survive; no matter what.
A new life will be easy for me. I wouldn't say I'm a people person, but I am for sure a people pleaser. I know how to talk to folks and get on their good side; I've got a way with words. You need a way with words when you live a life like this. The question is, what kind of life am I looking for? All I know is crime and I've managed to stay off police radar all this time. If I pursue this life then my luck may run dry. I could fantasize about living an honest life and working a genuine nine to five, though what's the point in fantasizing? If you're like me, you deal in reality; and reality is, dangerous men die violent deaths. When I die, I might as well die at the top, wearing a brand-new turtleneck made by the world's finest materials. High hopes for a young man with a hard life; reasonable hopes for a young man not scared to die.
"Terminated" -A Poem by Nathan Peters
Maldini's
Maldini's
Get your pizza at...
Maldini's.
I'm the pizza guy with a TurtleNeck so fly at Maldini's.
I stuff the crust so good you bust.
I got the cheese for all your needs.
Just say please at...
Maldini's.
But not anymore!
They closed the door!
I got terminated from...
Maldini's.
Maldini's.
Maldini's.
Why was I fired from Maldini's?
Do you know why?
Does anyone know why?
No!
Because they lie!
At Maldini's.
Yes!
I said a thing or two, stuffed my mouth with my own shoe.
But I did what I do, and now I do my thing at UwU.
Cause I got terminated from...
Maldini's.
Yeah, I threatened to kill customers for asking for pineapple on their pizza.
Not once, but twice.
On camera.
Which happened to be The News.
But oh!
Forgive me Miss Boss Lady!
Miss Krabby Patty!
I thought it was authentic!
Is it authentic or not?
Is it authentic?
Clearly not!
Clearly not at Maldini's.