Nate pushed his sunglasses a bit further up his nose. Despite the polarized lenses, he still had to squint because of the rays from the setting sun. A name? Why was there all this bother with a name? The pack was together, Nate knew who he was, and he had at least a passing knowledge of the others, wasn't that enough?
Hmm, Morgan, the one he knew best, yet still the most enigmatic. So new to all of this, at least at first glance. A story lurked behind those hooded eyes of hers, though. A long story, a story that Nate intended to find out about, if only to temporarily sate his curiosity. Then again, he mused, perhaps he should concentrate on hoping he was the only curious one at the table, as he was in no mood to share his own story with others. Anyways, considering what little of her past he knew, Nate guessed that she would be taken in by the Bone Gnawers. She was their type, the kind that can easily make a comfortable living off of what others would throw away. Resourceful.
Fisk? A Get, possibly. He knew how to fight, that was not in question, and he definately had good taste in weapons, even he didn't get to demonstrate whatever skill he might have with the katana in battle yet.
Thelvin. Ah yes, the most amicable of the bunch. The first to introduce himself to Nate and Morgan. He appeared to have a liking for more...modern weapons. Nate repressed a derisive snort, perhaps he was a traditionalist at heart, but he felt far more comfortable with a sturdy blade in his hands than with some glorified boomstick. Or whatever they called it, a Harkonen Cannon? Still though, best not to judge to early, the weapon was rather destructive, to say the least, and if Nate didn't remain open to new concepts, well, he'd probably be in so many pieces back at that destroyed motel room.
Seras, Nate liked Seras. There was no doubt in Nate's mind that she was a Child of Gaia. Already, though, she had proven she wouldn't be afraid to fight when the situation called for it, and the rather...unique...tactic she had used to bring down the Spiral Dancer was impressive, to say the least. Nate sighed, even if given the choice, he could never join the Children of Gaia. He respected them, but there was hatred, and a need for vengeance in his heart. A vengeance that would need to be satisfied if he were to ever...no. It was not good to dwell on that for now. Nate had...no, Nephrem Ka had followed his heart to this Wisconsin, and had taken on the guise of 'Nate Adams' to pursue the one that had wronged him. It had led him to this pack, and Nate would defend the pack with his life. He still didn't know why he was here, but until he found out, he would remain faithful to his newfound comrades...especially Morgan. For whatever reason, he found he had a liking to her. Perhaps because she reminded him of someone else...no! It was not good to think of that now, not with his new...family? No, not a family yet, he lost his family a long time ago.