Nathaniel D. Hardwood wasn't a particularly tall man, but neither was he short.  The owner of several industrial factories on Mowa stood at a good 6'1", with a head full of neatly combed chestnut brown hair and a set of deep sea blue eyes.  He had a prominent nose, one that got him a lot of mockery as a child but now he is one of the most successful businessmen in all of Shadow. He dressed to impress, with a freshly cleaned black suit jacket covering a light blue shirt and black trousers.<br/><br/>To his left, a short stout bodyguard with a five o'clock shadow and the overbearing reek of beer and whiskey.  To his right, a giant of a man with a jaw so fine you could use it to crack nuts.  Nathaniel always had two escorts whenever he left for an 'appointment'.<br/><br/>The man walked through the city streets with an air of importance, much different to the common working folk that were currently on strike.<strong>"Move it!"</strong>Bodyguard number one shoved a factory worker out of his employer's path.  Nathaniel had no time to deal with complaints about 'unsafe working conditions' and 'higher pay'. Oh no, he had better things to do.<br/><br/>Pushing pass the crowd, Nathaniel and his goons disappeared into the city streets and wound up at one of his many estates.   They had arrived at the small shuttle craft that had landed on one of his private landing pads.  A sly smirk crept it's way onto the man's face.