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Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
”— Anonymous
Hello there. I'm Nate. I go by a few names around here. A few people on chat, which you can almost always find me on, call me DG. I can also go by the name Gunner, or I can go by Nate, call me what you wish. I'm a Patroller, and I'm in chat nearly all the time. Feel free to ask any questions you have.
A few other things about me if you want to know.
- The music I enjoy usually boils down to the song, rather than the genre, though the genres I enjoy are usually most types of rock, classical music, music from video games, and a few rappers.
- I'm a fan of fanfiction, if you have any excerpts, go ahead and send them, I'll send back feedback.
- Some of my favorite video game characters include, but are not limited to:
- The Rookie from Halo 3: ODST
- Tank Dempsey from Call of Duty: Black Ops (Zombies Mode)
- Alcatraz from Crysis
- Lucien LaChance from The Elder Scrolls
- The Burned Man from Fallout
- Rorschach from Watchmen (honorable favorite comic book character mention)
- I'm a fan of most first-person shooters, and I have a high-level and moderate skill in most of them. If you'd like to play one of them with me, friend request "GH Nate" on Xbox LIVE.
- I am a huge fan of RoosterTeeth, and I watch almost all of their videos. If possible, that would be the place I'd like to have a dream job at.
- I enjoy only a few TV shows. The few shows I do enjoy are Breaking Bad, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and South Park.
- My little motto, "Semper Invictus", means "always unconquered" in Latin.
- I know a great deal of history, mainly dabbling in Greek Mythology and The Crusades.
If you are one of my friends, you can put your name in the space below.
- First! - CC
- Seconds not bad FracturedMind
- Nates combine! -- "This is my road, you'll walk it as I say"
- --Skire (talk)
- You have no friends. Might I Say You're Looking Fit As a Fiddle!
- The ghoul has signed... *gentleghoul's bow* --The Ever Ruler (talk)
- Frankie's here, baby! --C'n-Frankie -ArroyoTalk
- Talk
- "Talk to me, somepony. ;)"
- I ain't got much to say, bro, but when i do say, people listen. The Vault 13 Dweller (talk)
- Comrade in arms!--
- Hi, --Downtown D.C (talk)
- So I just put my name here and it makes us friends? What sort of witch craft, black magic, devilry is at work? Richie9999
- You're better than that other Nathan. Even if he is Canadian. nihil novi sub sole
- Why do these profiles have to be so complimacated. Agent c (talk)
- Because when theyre complicated, they look better. :D *User:NixxLotus
 | Nukapedia Project Medal You have been awarded the Nukapedia Project Medal for your efforts within the Walkthrough Chart Project: New Vegas. For participating in at least one Chart Walkthrough project.  Might I Say You're Looking Fit As a Fiddle! 01:58, September 16, 2012 (UTC) |
 | You have been given Vault-Tec Seal of Approval. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. For hanging in there from the Vault-Tec Circle of Pride.  "Editing With Triple S Technology!" 6:28, October 15, 2012 (UTC) |
 | You have been given A stylish Editors red pen. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. For all your hard work on the wiki to date - hey, do you know how hard it is to find a working pen in the wastes? The New User Network Team |
You have been given the most beautiful sound, a large caliber gun shot. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. For adding all those size parameters to weapon sound page sections. The Gunny  20:49, November 19, 2012 (UTC) |
 | You have been given the torch. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. For your work on the polls, I'm officially handing it over to you.   |
 | You have been given Rare Candy. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Merry Christmas; enjoy your level up. Jasper: The Wonder that is Shroomman! 12:04, August 23, 2011 (UTC) |
 | You have been given a handicap in Black Ops Zombies! >:D. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Maybe now when you're not busy showing me that your kills and headshots are higher than mine, I'll be busy doing exactly that. Happy Holidays Nate --The Ever Ruler (talk) 03:00, December 25, 2012 (UTC) |
 | You have been given A drink at the Last Gasp Saloon. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. |
 | You have been given A new year ornament from me to you.. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Well done for all you do & best wishes next year.  SaintPain→ That was broke afore I got here." 11:39, December 24, 2012 (UTC) |
 | You have been given the Secrets to The Weekly Polls... Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Nate, you've been doing an amazing job at the polls! in honour of that, here's the secrets to the polls! Merry Christmas to you! --  "Those Old World Relics still stand..." 02:06, December 23, 2012 (UTC) |
 | You have been given a Black Star Dragonball. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Merry Christmas, collect six more and you get a wish! - CC  22:05, December 22, 2012 (UTC) |
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
| Apparel | Weapon | Other items | On death |
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| Kevlar armor NCR Ranger Vet duster (cut off at waist) with short sleeves Backpack Cargo pants Tactical knee, shoulder and elbow padding Combat boots and gloves Gas mask |
The Collector (Unique Ranger Sequoia) Satchel Charges Alpha and Omega (unique knives) C-4 |
Stimpaks .45-70 Gov't rounds Rad-Away Doctor's bag Pack of cigarettes Caravan deck Rum & Nuka |
Holotape recordings Note to killer Invictus's gas mask |
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My name is Invictus, taken from a lost passage I read once, not nearly as honorable or grandiose as the passage, yet suitable for reasons about to be made obvious. Never having received a name from my deceased or gone parents, I took it upon myself to make one. I've had a few other names, coined by a few individuals, Candidate #18, Operator #9. I am known as the Masked Man across tribal lands and urban cities, but that is for later.
I was born to a tribe named the Dead Winds, based out of Nevada. Our tribe had a long line of great fighters and cunning tactics, dare anyone ever try to fight us, they were up for a damn battle.
Much of my childhood was spent in an arena, fighting, training. I went to the target range frequently, worked on my technique, my accuracy. I wanted to be the best, and on the road I walked during my childhood, I may as well have been the best warrior. I received my two knives at my coming of age, one for the past of the Dead Winds and one for the future. It is a part of my past now, but I keep it for literal use as well, knowing the near four hundred ways I could use it just to gouge out your eyes. I also gained tattoos on my arms, a narrative in pictures, showing our history and future as well. Symbols go a long way...
After many years of prosperous battle and land-gain, we eventually had a group willing to fight for our land, the New California Republic, represented by a two-headed bear, already having absorbed the land around us, they wanted money because of their claim of protection for us.
We could obviously handle ourselves, but because the weaklings around us couldn't, we were basically in the center of NCR land. They argued we were being protected by them, and we needed to pay up. We didn't want to share our land, and a fight ensued.
A gunshot was fired out of nowhere, I don't know who fired it, my side or theirs, but the NCR started firing at us, and we started firing at them. I saw brothers and fellow friends dropping like flies, but I also saw NCR members getting hurt as well. We lost due to their superior numbers, and all but a few of us were subdued. We were offered conscription or death, the only man on our side who said no was killed before he could have any final words. I was stripped of my tribal identity upon conscription, all except for my knives and my tattoos. I... begrudgingly... served the NCR's forces.
After conscription, we went through basic training. Due to my already physical fitness from my upbringing, I had it better than others. I knew how to make explosives, shoot guns and I had ran a ton while I was younger. According to NCR's records, I exhibited extraordinary physical strength and leadership potential, and I made platoon leader. We graduated as NCR soldiers not long after basic training, and I went into action.
I participated in many NCR operations, including ones against the Jackals and Vipers, the Battle of Hoover Dam, Bitter Springs........ which I don't particularly feel like discussing. In the Battle for Hoover Dam, I showed exemplary courage according to a medal I received. While the Legion led a counter attack and we retreated, I helped evacuate several wounded back to a safe zone, resulting in a request from Colonel Hsu later that week.
After receiving my medal, he brought me aside and told me on the sidelines that he could use good men such as I, and that I'd be doing good for the NCR. He was a good man, but he was frank, I was gonna be put through Hell, and come out a new man. I thought about it for a while, and I, again... begrudgingly... signed up for it, only to increase my battle ability.
Me and my fellow soldiers got our asses kicked in training for Rangers, a bunch of good folks got kicked out. I passed though, and I got the cloak and revolver which all Rangers received back when I got it. During my time in the Rangers, I was approached about NCR drug testing, in which the NCR said they wanted to use me and my body for drug testing and upgrading. Colonel Moore signed me up for it anyway, after my decline. A bunch of people were hurt from the tests, but I didn't. These got popular, especially in Freeside... addicts.
Me and my Ranger squad were strong, and we were all conscripted tribals. We were sent on high risk missions, which we knew always had the constant threat of death, but we didn't care, and usually did fine on them. All except for one.
The mission was simple, find out information of the new Legate of The Legion, and report back to the NCR.
As we were scouting, my squad and I were caught by a group of soldiers in the middle of the night. We fought them off for a minimum of two hours before their main force destroyed us, and brought us down. We had lost, and the end was nigh.
As they discovered our Ranger status, they slashed our goddamn faces with a flame sword and crucified us. We were to be executed in three days, but not before we suffered at their hands. Death awaited us all.
After two days and several hours, I broke free from the cross and miraculously was able to access my COMM system. I radio'd the NCR with my mic, and there was nothing but static. Nothing... I was all alone.
I had a last conversation with my friends, and I'll never forget that I honored his last words, and the words of each of the seven crucified Rangers in my unit. They're not alive, and I am, that's all I will say right now.
I miss them all, I decided that slavery is worse than death, and they must've been fine with it, too. At least... I hope they were. I tried my best to hide them from the Legion so that the bodies weren't desecrated, and ran away from NCR, I couldn't come back so ashamed of myself.
I don't know why this was happening to me, all this loss, all this failure. I let my friends in the Dead Winds die, a tribe is now gone and I didn't try my best to help it. My friends, I could've saved them, they died on my watch. I don't understand why I had to be put in these situations, the only time I had used a gun up to now was when one was put in my hands, and I was just the one told to point and fire. I didn't want to lose anymore, and with my deep depression and nightmares, I headed North for treatment.
I found a place where a man helped invent a cure for schizophrenia, which I think I had. I stayed in this town until my thoughts were gathered, and the mutants were very friendly.... especially to an old NCR Ranger. I enjoyed the mutants company, but I had to get on my way before the NCR showed up there.
I next headed to Utah through a northern passage and met up with a group named the New Canaanites, who brought the idea of a "God" into brain. I figured it was neat-sounding, but a bit far-fetched. A man who knows all and loves all yet let's something like me happen? I don't think so, as wonderful as it would be.
I next headed East through a ton of places. Denver, where I met a nice dog who ran away one day. Kansas, full of tribals I helped fight. Ohio, where I met a good friend who helped me through a few ordeals with a few other friends that I met while wandering East.
I spent many days in my journey trying to make acquaintances, friends, a lady-friend maybe... but everywhere I went... failure. I failed everyone, all I could do was avenge them by the time I found their bodies. I rampaged throughout America as The Masked Man and had legends spread in my name. According to these, I killed everyone and set their towns on fire, leaving only a cloud of ash and dust. I had killed women... children... sick... elderly... didn't matter... never won. I never had victory, always pyrrhic, always pointless. Always just vengeance, and next town.
In New York City, I finally found my place for atonement, the place I can find purpose. I am using my gun on my own volition here, and I do not intend to lose... again. I lost a girlfriend here already... another loss... more death... more killing... pointless.
I have lost TOO MUCH to lose again, I have lost it all, all I can see is the top, all I can see is the end, and all I want is for both to come, and they will come to me or I will cast it down towards me. Not again will my victory be pyrrhic, The Masked Man has risen again, and he is going to unleash his total and complete wrath on those who have wronged him.
I am unconquerable, as much as I have lost. All I want is one victory to bring to the grave with me, and that is seen in New York. I will have total vengeance over those lost, and make a stand for them. Though I may die, the Masked Man will live on, unknown to most, but one thing is for certain, he is, and always will be, Invictus.