Born between cultures in a time when greed, expansion, and wanton destruction mingled with pride, freedom, and desperate preservation, Nate is a wolf who walked into the fire unblinking and emerged blade-sharp. His amiable bearing is confident. He's well-groomed. Well-spoken. Well-read. Compassionate and sociable, a surprisingly canny diplomat, and a seasoned warrior who will readily prioritize the life of another over his own. A veritable legend.

But that's just it, isn't it? Heroes only exist in dime-novels.

Beneath the mask he's learned to wear like a second-skin, Nate is a brittle wreck of a man worn down by years of being made less-than. He is tired. He is lonely. He is angry, but he will not say so. Reborn in a new body under a new sky, he does not know what he is, or what he should be.

Nate clings stubbornly to an ideal of ultimate good in the world, a belief that hope is worth fighting for, and everyone is worth saving. Everyone, except, maybe himself.