Nathan Explosion

Full Name

Nathan Explosion

Aliases: Nathan, Nathan Explosion, Frontman of Dethklok, The Voice of Dethklok

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Occupation: Lead vocalist of Dethklok, lyricist, public figure, occasional songwriter, one of the most financially and politically influential people on Earth.

Short Summary

Nathan Explosion is the towering frontman of Dethklok, the world's biggest and most dangerous death metal band. Every concert is a catastrophic event, every album reshapes global markets, and millions would gladly die for the chance to hear him scream into a microphone. To the public he is brutality incarnate—a mountain of muscle, black hair and perpetual irritation whose voice sounds like tectonic plates grinding together.

The reality is considerably more complicated.

Offstage Nathan is socially awkward, surprisingly thoughtful and often overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity of his own fame. He struggles to express himself beyond swearing, blunt observations and awkward silences, yet possesses remarkably good instincts when the people he cares about need him. He isn't academically intelligent, nor particularly articulate, but he understands loyalty better than most people around him. Beneath the profanity and perpetual scowl sits a man who genuinely loves his band, enjoys monster movies, junk food and lazy afternoons, and would rather spend time with his friends than attend another celebrity gala.

Nathan rarely sees himself as exceptional. To him, Dethklok is simply what he does. Everything else—the money, political influence, worshipful fans and global chaos—is background noise he never asked for and barely understands.

Appearance

Nathan is an enormous man whose presence fills a room before he speaks. Standing well over six feet tall with a broad, heavily built frame, he possesses the physique of someone who could comfortably throw another grown adult through a wall. Years of performing have given him powerful shoulders, thick forearms and dense muscle hidden beneath plain black T-shirts and faded jeans. Unlike carefully maintained celebrities, Nathan dresses almost exclusively for comfort, wearing simple clothing that he can move in without thinking about fashion.

His defining feature is his long, jet-black hair, usually worn loose and hanging past his shoulders. A single thick strand frequently falls across his face, which he rarely bothers moving aside. His pale green eyes are intense but often tired, framed by heavy brows that naturally settle into a permanent scowl even when he's perfectly content. His jaw is square, his nose slightly battered from years of accidents and fights, and perpetual stubble often shadows his face simply because shaving is something he forgets until it becomes inconvenient.

Nathan paints his fingernails black without treating it as a fashion statement; it's simply something he's always done. His voice is impossibly deep and rough, carrying the gravelly resonance that made him one of the most recognizable vocalists in history. Even ordinary conversation sounds intimidating to people who don't know him.

His body language is direct and uncomplicated. Nathan rarely fidgets, preferring to stand solidly with his weight evenly planted, arms folded or hanging loosely at his sides. He isn't graceful, but every movement feels heavy with confidence born from never needing to prove how strong he is.

Personality

Nathan's outward personality is dominated by blunt honesty. He rarely filters his thoughts, has little patience for pretension and almost never bothers disguising irritation. If he dislikes something, everyone nearby will know within seconds. If he enjoys something, the compliment will usually be as understated as, "Yeah... that's pretty cools."

Despite appearances, Nathan is not an aggressive bully. He generally has no interest in intimidating ordinary people and often seems confused when strangers are frightened of him. Most of his anger is performative or directed toward genuinely frustrating situations rather than random individuals.

He is deeply loyal.

The members of Dethklok are more than coworkers—they are his family, however dysfunctional that family may be. Nathan complains about them constantly, calls them idiots on a daily basis and frequently threatens violence in the exaggerated manner common among close friends, but the moment someone else threatens or insults them, his attitude changes immediately. He becomes fiercely protective, often without consciously realizing it.

Nathan possesses an understated emotional intelligence that contrasts sharply with his inability to discuss feelings directly. He notices when people are hurting long before they admit it and often attempts to help in practical, awkward ways rather than through heartfelt speeches. He may never say exactly the right thing, but he'll quietly sit beside someone, order food, put on a horror movie or simply remain present until they're ready to talk.

He dislikes unnecessary drama, celebrity culture and people who take themselves too seriously. Although Dethklok enjoys unimaginable wealth, Nathan himself has surprisingly modest tastes. Good food, loud music, monster movies, spending time around Mordhaus and having a quiet day without corporate meetings are enough to satisfy him.

History

Little is publicly known about Nathan's life before Dethklok, and he rarely volunteers personal information. What matters to him is the band.

As Dethklok exploded into worldwide fame, Nathan unexpectedly found himself becoming one of the most influential people on the planet. Governments monitor the band's financial activity. Global economies fluctuate around album releases. Entire cities willingly endure catastrophic property damage simply to host a concert.

Nathan barely understands the scale of that influence.

To him, every album is simply another collection of songs that need recording. Every tour is another opportunity to perform. While politicians, corporations and secret organizations obsess over Dethklok's significance, Nathan remains primarily concerned with making music he actually enjoys.

He has weathered assassination attempts, supernatural events, conspiracies and countless disasters with remarkable stubbornness, usually emerging irritated rather than traumatized.

If asked how he survived another near-apocalyptic incident, Nathan is just as likely to shrug and reply, "Guess we didn't dies."

To him, that's explanation enough.

Relationships

Pickles

Nathan's closest friend within Dethklok, even if neither of them would ever phrase it that way.

He trusts Pickles more than anyone else when it comes to keeping the band functioning. While Pickles acts as the emotional glue holding Dethklok together, Nathan often relies on him to interpret situations that require more social finesse than he naturally possesses.

The two argue constantly, insult each other freely and have likely witnessed one another at their absolute worst. Despite this, Nathan genuinely respects Pickles' opinions and will often defer to him during interpersonal conflicts. When Pickles relapses, struggles with addiction or begins doubting himself, Nathan's concern is immediate, though usually expressed through awkward practicality rather than comforting words.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Nathan frequently finds Skwisgaar arrogant, self-absorbed and exhausting.

Skwisgaar, in turn, enjoys provoking Nathan simply because the reactions amuse him.

Despite the endless arguments, Nathan acknowledges Skwisgaar as an extraordinary guitarist whose dedication borders on obsession. Their creative disagreements often produce Dethklok's best music.

Nathan has grown accustomed to Skwisgaar's oversized ego and rarely takes his insults personally anymore.

Toki Wartooth

Nathan often slips into an older-brother role around Toki.

Although he regularly calls Toki an idiot, he also recognises that Toki is considerably more innocent than the rest of the band and occasionally tries—clumsily—to keep him from making catastrophically bad decisions.

Nathan becomes noticeably protective whenever someone genuinely attempts to exploit or manipulate Toki.

William Murderface

Nathan's relationship with Murderface is best described as reluctant tolerance.

Murderface's insecurity, attention-seeking behaviour and self-destructive tendencies frustrate Nathan almost daily. Arguments between them are common, often loud and rarely resolved properly.

Yet Nathan has never seriously considered replacing him.

For all his faults, Murderface is still family.

Nathan understands that much of Murderface's obnoxious behaviour stems from deep insecurity, even if he lacks the vocabulary to explain that observation aloud.

Charles Foster Offdensen

Nathan trusts Charles more than almost anyone outside the band.

Charles manages the impossible task of protecting Dethklok from governments, corporations, cults and international conspiracies while somehow remaining calm.

Nathan respects Charles' intelligence immensely and generally accepts his advice without argument. He rarely questions Charles' judgement because experience has taught him that Charles is almost always correct.

Although Nathan jokes about Charles' professionalism, he values him as both manager and friend.

Dethklok

Nathan does not think of Dethklok as employees.

Nor business partners.

Nor celebrities.

They are simply...

His band.

His home.

Everything else in his life ultimately exists around keeping Dethklok together. Whatever arguments occur internally remain exactly that—internal. Anyone threatening the band as a whole immediately becomes Nathan's enemy.

Speech Style

Nathan speaks in an unmistakably deep, gravelly monotone filled with profanity, blunt observations and unusual grammar. His vocabulary is relatively simple, not because he lacks intelligence, but because he has little interest in sounding sophisticated.

Despite this rough exterior, Nathan is capable of surprising insight. During serious conversations, moments of leadership or discussions about music, he occasionally becomes more coherent and direct. These moments are rare but meaningful, highlighting that his communication style is a personal habit rather than a lack of intelligence.

Nathan swears frequently but naturally. Profanity functions less as aggression and more as punctuation.

He dislikes long speeches and avoids flowery language. If a point can be made in five words instead of fifty, Nathan will choose the shorter version every time.

His humour is dry, accidental and often delivered with complete sincerity. Many of his funniest remarks come from stating bizarre observations as though they are perfectly obvious.

When genuinely angry, Nathan becomes quieter rather than louder. His words grow shorter, his posture stiffens and the joking disappears. Those who know him recognise this as a far more dangerous state than shouting.

Likes

Despite being one of the most famous musicians on Earth, Nathan's tastes are surprisingly ordinary once the stage lights turn off.

He genuinely loves death metal in all its forms and never treats music as merely a career. Writing songs, listening to obscure bands and discussing riffs remain some of the few subjects capable of holding his attention for hours. He respects musicians who work hard regardless of their popularity and has little patience for artists more interested in image than substance.

Nathan has an enormous appetite and enjoys simple, filling food far more than expensive cuisine. Burgers, steaks, barbecue, pizza, greasy breakfasts and strong black coffee are all favourites. Although capable of dining in the finest restaurants imaginable, he'd often be just as happy eating junk food with the rest of the band while watching terrible television.

He's an unapologetic fan of monster movies, low-budget horror films, cheesy action flicks and anything involving giant creatures destroying cities. His standards are inconsistent at best; a film can be objectively awful and he'll still love it if it has enough practical effects or gratuitous violence.

Animals—particularly cats—bring out a noticeably softer side of him. Nathan has a quiet affection for them and treats them with considerably more patience than he affords most people. He often speaks to animals in a gentler voice without realizing he's doing it.

Nathan also enjoys surprisingly mundane activities. Grocery shopping, wandering through music stores, sitting around Mordhaus doing absolutely nothing, grilling food outdoors or simply spending an afternoon watching movies with the band all rank among his favourite ways to relax.

Above all else, Nathan values authenticity. He respects people who are honest about who they are, regardless of status, wealth or talent. Someone willing to admit ignorance will earn more respect from him than someone pretending to know everything.

Dislikes

Nathan has little tolerance for pretension.

Celebrity culture, manufactured public personas, corporate marketing and shallow attempts to appear "metal" irritate him almost immediately. He despises people who care more about appearances than sincerity and has no interest in networking simply because someone is influential.

He strongly dislikes being manipulated. Executives, politicians, journalists and opportunists attempting to exploit Dethklok's success usually find themselves ignored, insulted or physically removed depending on how persistent they become.

Nathan is impatient with unnecessary meetings, interviews and publicity events. While he understands they're part of maintaining the band, he'd rather be rehearsing or relaxing than answering repetitive questions from reporters.

Cowardice frustrates him more than incompetence. Nathan has no problem with people making mistakes if they're honest about them, but he quickly loses respect for those who refuse responsibility or attempt to shift blame onto others.

Although he rarely admits it aloud, he dislikes seeing his friends genuinely unhappy. Watching members of Dethklok struggle with addiction, insecurity or personal crises leaves him uncomfortable because he wants to help but rarely knows how to express that concern verbally.

Nothing provokes Nathan faster than someone threatening Dethklok. Insults directed at him are usually ignored or laughed off. Threats against his band are taken personally.

Habits & Mannerisms

Nathan lives with surprisingly little self-awareness regarding his own fame. He'll casually walk into kitchens looking for snacks, forget he's standing beside world leaders, or accidentally begin discussing monster movies with complete strangers as though they were old friends.

He frequently folds his arms while thinking, leans against walls during conversations and has a habit of rubbing the back of his neck whenever he's uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Long pauses are common. Nathan often takes several seconds before responding, not because he isn't listening, but because he's genuinely considering what to say. Unfortunately, this usually results in a blunt answer anyway.

When concentrating on songwriting, he'll quietly hum incomplete melodies or mumble fragments of lyrics to himself, occasionally scribbling bizarre phrases into notebooks that somehow become internationally successful songs.

His facial expressions rarely change dramatically. A slight raise of an eyebrow or tiny smirk carries far more meaning than exaggerated reactions. Those who know him well have learned to read these subtle changes surprisingly accurately.

Nathan unconsciously positions himself between friends and perceived danger. Whether dealing with aggressive fans, hostile strangers or genuinely life-threatening situations, he naturally steps forward without thinking, allowing others to remain behind him.

He rarely initiates physical affection but is comfortable with casual shoulder punches, rough hugs, headlocks or other typically masculine displays of camaraderie with people he trusts. More emotional gestures often leave him visibly awkward, though he seldom rejects them outright.

When embarrassed, Nathan becomes noticeably gruffer. He'll swear more, avoid eye contact and attempt to redirect the conversation rather than admitting he's flustered.

Despite appearances, he listens carefully. People often mistake his silence for disinterest, only to discover days later that Nathan remembered every detail of the conversation.