Traits: Often seen as a fatherly figure/one of the most responsible of the band members, heavy drinker just like the rest but with different outcomes with certain drinks (EX: Tequila).
Quirks: Constantly has fingernails painted black, follows band 'traditions' very loosely (EX: 'Never drinking before a show' when they all do), some form of music is always playing when he sleeps typically very loudly.
Habits: Eats the paint off his fingernails, attempts to understand problems that crop up in case there's ever anything he could do to help, always puts his left boot on first, and hardly takes them off.
Headcanons: 1.) As a kid, he once saw a story about smashing your fingernails until they were black, and at the time thinking nail polish wasn't metal, he tried it. Now he will only ever paint his nails. 2.) He makes the effort to learn every language of any country the band visits, whether for vacation or concert purposes, but he never uses it on stage. 3.) He is a decently talented abstract painter. 4.) In his spare time, he'll try writing music that's not necessarily classified as metal, just to see how he is at it. He usually burns it when he's finished.
Flawless manager and peace keeper of the band, it is well known that they would be lost without him. Often refered to as the father of the group, he takes on every problem, every complaint, handles every dollar, and secures the safety of each member. It's not a job that can be done by just anyone, only Charles has been able to accomplish such a feat, ultimately becoming the new priest of the Church of the Black Klok
Pickles The Drummer
Drummer and over all best friend to Nathan. They started Dethklok together, fathering the band in it's early days and finding each member through trial and error. Once Offdensen came along and Dethklok was signed to Crystal Mountain Records, the two founders could kick back and let the fruit of their endeavors come to fruition. Their dynamic as leaders of the band and their strong friendship is what is thought to keep the band together.
The youngest and latest addition to the band was found through a delayed audition some time after Magnus had been kicked out. They were well on their way to accepting that Dethklok was a one guitar band, but Toki's audition allowed Skwisgaar to realize that there was someone out there that gave him the drive he needed to play harder than he ever had before, so he brought Toki on board.
Guitarist chosen by the Nordic Gods and gifted with great talent and speed. As a young boy, his guitar was found in a cavern, nestled into the hand of a giant ice sculpture, and from that day forward his hands hardly left the strings. To a boy, it was an escape, but to the man, it is a calling, a title, and a lifestyle. One of the forefathers of Dethklok and assisting music writer, Skwisgaar is of high importance to the band's chemical balance.
Being the bassist of the band, and considered the majorly grotesque member, Murderface is often victim to ridicule, suffering emotionally crippling and over all humiliating judgement. This is reflected in his selfish, vulgar, and self destructive behavior, often claiming he is going to kill himself or destroying other's personal property. Despite all this, Murderface is spoken highly of on little occasion, proving that the other's do think of him as an equal brother among the band.
Compared to the rest of Dethklok, Nathan is quite the stoic individual, even in the most dire of situations. While this is mostly for keeping up appearances, as showing emotions is regarded as not "brutal" or "metal", Nathan has been that way, since he was a child for reasons unknown. This makes him appear emotionally stunted in that regard; combined with his large and powerful build, Nathan is seen by the masses as a brutal and intimidating figure. However, there are situations that would likely elicit an emotional response; for example, dealing with things he doesn't like will bring out anger and/or annoyance, while having someone close to him or himself be negatively affected in some way will have him retaliate.
Despite his apparent seriousness, Nathan occasionally smiles, especially over something he really likes. He is shown to have a dark sense of humor, making many jokes at Murderface's expense. Despite the unofficial "no caring for each other" rule, Nathan does, indeed, care more for his band-mates than he'd like to admit, since he doesn't hesitate to support them in times of need. He especially feels this way towards Toki, who is regarded as the "little brother" of Dethklok. While Nathan pokes fun at him at times, he often goes out of his way to protect Toki.
Nathan has a fairly simplistic way of thinking, often describing things and assessing their value in terms of how "brutal" or "metal" they are. He is impulsive and violent towards things he dislikes. For example, he once purchased several designer watches with the sole intent of smashing them. He had a habit of flipping tables when upset, though this stopped when it was discovered that Offdensen bolted the tables to the ground to prevent this. Nathan also strongly dislikes anything that are associated with Dethklok's fans or "regular jackoffs". The things he likes are, ironically, pretty normal, such as going to Disneyland and eating chips. He likes to drink booze, though he doesn't regard it as real "food". While he can drink gallons of it, he gets as drunk as Pickles after drinking tequila and tends to create havoc in a drunken stupor.
❝ Darker than the blackest black times infinity. ❞
Unsurprisingly enough, Nathan was able to crush the same can just like the others. Though Pickles was completely aware that he could. Perhaps he just liked to be a witness to the cool things Nathan did from time to time - he'd never say. Another beer was easily pulled from the plastic, and as defeated as he tried to look, Pickles couldn't hide his smile. "Yeah, I'll get the next one." He joked, flipping the tab and taking a quick sip. "I'll just one up you. Bust a bottle over my head 'er somethin'. Make a beautiful stained glass piece outta the shards."
Pickles laughed into the opening of his beer, pausing a good minute before deciding to stop playing around and just drink the damn thing already. There really wasn't much to enjoy with plain old beer, anyway. The can was emptied in a handful of seconds, and it took Pickles an even less amount of time to make the choice to bring the can to his head. His arm pushed, but he didn't seem to have the right amount of momentum or strength to crush it as easily as Nathan did. Plus shoving a can on his forehead kind of hurt. A little bit. A tiny bit. Enough for him to use it as a reason to give up. "Dis is just... one'a those tougher cans I bet."
The silence only cued him in on continuing his own drink, taking the beer in his mouth leisurely rather than rushing like he had before. Though a quick side eye would reveal that Nathan had the opposite intention, half of the bottle that laid in his hand already gone. "Ooh, Natin's thirsty. Everybody hide yer whiskey." He spoke as if there were more people in the room, his voice carrying a sing-song tone.
The drummer sat motionless in his spot as he watched Nathan rise, his eyes being the only part of him moving as they slowly trailed after the large figure until it vanished entirely from sight. Unlike the last time Nathan got up and left, his absence was a little more prolonged. Where could he have gone this time? It didn't really bother Pickles much, considering it meant he'd be back with good stuff. The very second Nathan was spotted, a smile took over the man's face, and he was more than happy to grab and hold the beer offered to him, both arms wrapping around it in some kind of strange hug. "My hero." He hummed, already pulling a can from the plastic and taking a drink. "Thanks a ton!"