Nathaniel A. Lincoln

Who are you? It's a pretty hard question answer in one lifetime. You might think it be easier if you had more time. I think my friend Nathaniel A. Lincoln would disagree. He's probably lived at least three times your years. He may not have the wrinkles or the scars on the outside. But their there right under the surface. If your ever have the pleasure of making his acquaintance you'll see he looks like an attractive man in his twenties muscled, a full set of hair(something I wish I still had), and bright blue eyes. He looks as if he'd be rash, or even arrogant like any other young man seemingly of his age would be. Oh but you'd be wrong about two things not just his arrogance but his age. I tell you today something I could hardly believe when he revealed it to me not a year ago. This man has lived for two hundred years! If I hadn't know Lincoln I'd assume he'd be just another deadbeat meta human. Though deadbeat is a word that I will never utter in the presence of our not so young Nathaniel.  I hold three doctorates in varying subjects, I've studied psychology, religion, art, history, and so much more! And when I say I'm not even a rival to this man I do not exaggerate. Not to say he doesn't have flaws he has more than a few. But the areas in which he shines show what an amazing man he really is. When we talk on days past its as if I have a history book in my presence(I know now exactly how tall George Washington Washington was). It really is astounding.

I've only just now  been let privy to his origins, his life and what a life it is. He had decided to disclose this to me on a particularly dark day for him, the anniversary of his first wife’s death. I'd been trying to coax his story out of him ever since he'd reveled his secret to me. Although he had up to this point remained adamant that I knew enough and would learn more in due time. I was beginning to believe he'd never reveal anything more to me and that the due time he spoke of would to him be a short time but to me be far past the few years I have left. That is until I stumbled upon him in the local pub after he'd indulged in a large amount of his favorite brew. Although he seemed sober enough I wondered how this was possible he would tell me latter that his abilities made him immune to the effects of alcohol. And that he only drank it because he had aquared a taste for it during one of his many wars . Even so I feel like it's my duty to write down his voluminous account it would be such a tragedy if he were to somehow pass from our world and his story be gone.


Lincoln was born into the colony of North Carolina in 1755. His father was a kind man regardless of what you would think. He however was disabled as a child having his leg crushed by a horse veering out of the way of a snake. The leg was left limp and completely useless it only served to be a source of infection. His parents were left with a horrendous decision no parent should have to make. Let the leg fester and have it no doubt become infected sooner or later. Or amputate it and force their child to sit through the sawing of his leg and then still run the risk of death from the open wound. It was actually the boy who made the decision saying that he would rather have a leg of wood than the useless bag that he had then. And he did indeed get his leg of wood. The man to amputate and make his leg was none other than a British soldier. From that point on the boy held soldiers to a higher standard than most people hold their Pastors. When the french and Indian war began in 1754 the boy now a man still with the love for the brave men who fought for him wished to become what he so admired. He went to where you would go back in those days to join the military. Now the man in charge of recruiting was faced with a problem here before him was a man of good heart, amazing courage, and good faith. They needed men and he would fit the mold of a soldier perfectly. But one part of this man's body stuck out of the mold, his right leg. Normally he would send men like this away. But his friend an inventor had been raving about something involving meta and the healing of human extremities. So he sent this good man away with a piece of hope his leg may be healed and he would then be accepted in the ranks of the Colonial Militia.

He had never hoped that this could be possible his leg healed, and his dreams fulfilled at the same time. Surely a man that could do this was none other than God himself or the devil. But the man at the desk had assured him that he was an inventor and used science,  instead of the evil of witchcraft. Of course what Lincoln knew came from his mother and what she knew came from his father and he didn’t tell his mother everything that day. So the details of the meeting between his father and the scientist are unknown. What we do know however is that Lincoln's father returned to his wife in great spirits his missing leg now returned to him! Without going into too much detail his parents were truly filled with joy and good spirits and not only a little of the alcohol the kept for special occasions that night and Lincoln was conceived. Of course a great sadness would befall his now with child wife the following morning. She would awake to her husband dead the healed leg shriveled and lifeless, as if it had been crushed by a horse almost. Lincoln's mother refused to ever talk to him about the period before he was born after this point. Presumably out of grief and because her memories of morning were too great. Though shortly before the conception of Lincoln she would find a suitor and a father for her son in her husbands best friend Jonathan B. Lincoln.

For lack of a better word Jonathan was strict but loving he never raised a hand to either his wife or his son like some of those days did and hardly ever raised his voice. But he did make life hard for his adopted son ever pushing him, always forcing him to work harder than most boys years older than him. This made him strong however and it almost seemed as if he had an affinity for figuring out ways to do his jobs easier and more efficiently than his step-father had shown him. This only proved to make Jonathan task him with more and more work. Eventually this hard labor would pay off though by the age of ten he had so impressed and gained the favor of Jonathan that he using the money that his now  profitable business endeavors had awarded him sent Lincoln to something few people of that time enjoyed, schooling. It was this schooling coupled with the hard work he endured from a young age that prepared Lincoln for a role of leadership. He now had the brains of a rich boy, and the practical knowledge and body of a hardworking farmer.

Lincoln would find that leadership position in 1775. Becoming one the youngest officers in the Continental Army. He led his men expertly, ever impressing his commanders and always taking on more work, this time by his own choice. Up until this point Lincoln had led a rather normal life or at least a human one. It was near the end of the war that this would change. As I said it was near to the closing of the war.  Most of the British were no longer obeying their so called rules of war and were indeed killing officers. And during a rather minor battle Lincoln happened to be that officer. He was struck from his horse by a blast to the heart or at least close enough to damage something vital. He would lay there for at least fifteen minutes before strangely he woke up. All damage was gone and it led him to wonder for he knew he had been shot he remembered that much and the holes in his uniform confirmed his memories why had he come back? He didn’t remember anything no heaven and no hell either. He most likely would have taken longer to ponder this if a very confused, very angry soldier hadn't come up to him with a bewildered look on his face. Before he had a chance to even try to explain the soldier was crying accusations of his abandonment of the troops or use of witchcraft. The punishment for either of those things was death and he wasn’t so sure God would send him back again. So he fired, and he fired, and he fired. Until both his musket and two sidearms lay empty and his own soldiers lay dead, by his hand.


This left him in a rather sticky situation you see. Not only did he feel like a betrayer but that feeling was overshadowed by bewilderment for how he had risen again. So far that day he had been accused of three things in the short time since he'd risen going awol and witchcraft by the soldier he'd just killed and killing him by himself. He wasn’t sure about the first two but the last one was true and that by itself was enough to be hanged. Lincoln wasn't so much worried about dying after all he'd just done that. It was the hate that he knew would be cast upon him on that day they hung him that he didn’t want to face. He wanted to redeem himself. In the meantime he had bloody clothes, a dead soldier, and three murder weapons laying around him and no idea what was going on. So he did what any normal person would do, he ran and he did so fast. When he finally stopped running it wasn't because he redeemed himself. It was because everybody who could accuse him of anything was dead and oddly enough he had aged maybe a day since then.

But it goes farther than just odd small talk. Lincoln has lived more that a few generations, twenty something decades, and seen a lot of buddies lost to lady death. Needless to say he's seen a lot of shit. He has no patience for anything petty be it , arguments,  for money, or women, or plain lunacy. He just can't handle any of those things anymore. And won't tolerate people who will and do. Which cuts out a good percentage of the world population as possible companions, or even acquaintances. Often acting seemingly superior to anyone not of the remaining percentage. Of course it's more like sheer indifference and known superiority and not an unwarranted ego. It is in these ways that his intelligence both works for him and damns him at the same time.  

Occult: Occult and Lincoln are two words that you simply don't use in the same sentence. Well that’s not entirely true he has studied into the occult but any research conducted has done nothing but to perhaps allow his disdain for it to grow. As your probably guessing from having read everything previous, that having been born into the Colonies Lincoln is a very religious man. Not to say he hasn't struggled with his own spirituality through the years he has, but he has pulled himself out of it every time further cementing his beliefs in the divine. If you really look back into his past it would be the fact that Catholics amounted to a whopping 1% of the Colonial population. Back in those days Anti-Catholicism was everywhere and protestant like beliefs ruled in the Americas. And at one point in time his family church which was really not anywhere as grand as the European churches and nowhere near the super structures of today’s congregations was set afire by some radical “Christians” with his church's Father inside.  The very hate that destroyed his church and burned his pastor only lite a flame in his heart. A flame that even though it has flickered through the years still burns true today.


Strength:   Lincoln's dual abilities allow him to be in top physical condition at all times. That is without any fuel or food needed. Unfortunately I feel as if he will be at a disadvantage simply to other stronger super humans simply because he can only be slightly above human not superhuman. Going any farther or claiming anything else just doesn't fit the back story or my vision for this character.

Durability: As with strength his abilities allow him to heal quickly making miner scraps and bruises unlikely. Although I was hesitant to raise Durability any higher because knives still go into him, bullets still hurt like hell, and a broken leg isn't a walk in the park. He can heal yes, but only after he goes down, walking on a broken leg is going to make it heal a LOT slower. And he might even “die” if he's shot in the heart. Although this would take much longer to heal than a gunshot in the arm it wouldn't really kill him. Throughout his life Lincoln has died more than a couple times. At one point his head was even separated from his body for a few months. Even though his body didn't decay it could have been destroyed and it wouldn't pull itself back together. And aside from the lack of decay the body was for all intensive purposes dead. It's surprising that he did indeed survive if the head had been burned or the body burned well then it would have been all over for him. Eventually it was reattached and now he's walking again. Though please note that the reattachment is only necessary for his head. And an arm would grow back, same with a heart. And due to his ability anything that regrew would come back stronger and slightly more resistant to whatever “killed” it. This does not make him immortal though just like the hydra of which his power resembles if you do something to what needs to be regrow then it's not coming back or its going to take a lot more time. Fire being a main weakness and anything thing else similar. Lincoln is well aware and the only scares he caries are from fire.

Speed: Well this is indeed starting to get repetitive isn't it? His speed is once again brought on by his ability to stay at peak human condition. It's not superhuman and basically is just his muscles and stamina at work.

Ability: This is where his powers come in. Lincoln holds the ability to lose something but have it come back stronger. A heightened quicker form of evolution. The quickness in of itself is what makes his power a power although I wouldn’t be surprised if it had unintended consequences seeing as evolution has thousands of year this power has only hours making it likely for some odd adaptations. Generally speaking though the adaptations are slight if even noticeable at all. A prime example of his ability is that every time Lincoln has contracted a disease he has felt it full force even dying once from smallpox. But when his powers revive him he is then effectively immune to the sickness and any similar strands of it. As you can probably guess, he's now immune to just about everything you could think of in the form of sicknesses that is. Although if anyone were to engineer a new fatal disease he would be able to fall victim to it, but would then be immune. A fatal disease becoming something that only stalls him temporarily or as long as it would a normal person.  The only prerequisite for his power is that he must be injured for it to activate. Meaning no he won't gain night vision, and no he can't shape shift or adapt at will it's a subconscious ability.

Then you have his second ability. The power to sustain himself this is why I ranked his ability level so high. He may not shoot lasers from his eyes. But he still produces his own energy. He does not need food, water, sunlight, or even air to survive. He is completely self sustained. This coupled with his other power makes him a bitch to kill, and the ultimate survivor or at least a contender for that position.

Fight: Lincoln has been in just about every American conflict since the American revolutionary war. A foot soldier in his first, cavalry for the Confederacy in the Civil War, a medic in WWI, a Ranger in WWII, a Pararescuemen  in Vietnam, the list goes on. Basically he knows how to use a gun, and he knows how to fight. His power really does come into just about everything he's good at. Whether he'd still be good at them without them is another question and I believe the answer is no he'd be good yes but not this good it's just not humanly possible.  His ability to sustain himself allows him to operate at his maximum capacity at all times allowing him to be more than human.

Wealth: Nobody’s perfect and Lincoln can't claim this elusive title either. He doesn't need to eat, he doesn't need anything really. His house has been payed for years. He has no real sense of what it's like to not be able to eat mostly because he doesn't. He enjoys gambling a little too much not because he wants money but because he likes the thrill. And he tends to just go out and buy anything he fancies. He's not a greedy person he's just really, really bad at budgeting his money. The only reason he's not a bum is because he's had so much time to get what money he has. And because he doesn't need to pay for necessities.