Noah, He's so sick of Ark jokes

[Noah]

[+] BEHIND THE CHARACTER

<sub>Name/Nickname;; Lune
Age;; =P Not tellin'

How did you find KOTS?;; I made it</sub>

[+] THE CHARACTER

Name;; Noah
Title;; None
Nickname/s;; None

Age;; 2250 Years
Race;; Angel

Side;; Good
Place of Residence;; Heaven
Level;; Seven

Occupation;; Guardian Angel

Weapon of Choice;; Switchblade

[+] PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

<sub>Celeb;; Bill Kaulitz
Physical Description;; Noah is of average height and weight, he has long black hair and green eyes. The majority of the time he can be seen with a smile on his face, as he is very optimistive person most of the time, although this has a tendency to change very quickly if you irritate or insult him. He has very alternative taste in clothing, and instead of the regular Angel white robes, he prefers to wear human clothes and jewelery. He has several peircings including his eyebrow, nose and ears, he prefers wearing simple studs rather than dangling or hoop earings as they have a tendency to get caught in his hair and cause him pain. When he is on Earth he likes to wear shoes with slight heels, as he is unhappy with his height, having been teased about it while he was still alive. The fact that he is so skinny is simply down to him being an Angel and able to morph his shape slightly, as he is actually quite glutonous and can eat a very large amount in a short space of time,

Hair color;; Black
Eye color;; Green

Height;; 5'5
Weight;; 9 Stone (55 Kg)</sub>

[+] PERSONALITY

Personality Description;; While he lived (the second time), Noah suffered from ADD and various other hyperactive and bipolar disorders, which meant he had bouts of extreme behavior, sometimes of joy and sometimes of rage and depression. He also had a liking for coffee, which didnt help much, making him even more jumpy and excited, expecially after his usual three cups a day. Some of this behavior managed to continue even after he died, he is still very goofy and hyperactive and has a tendency to suddenly get angry if he hears or sees something he doesnt like or agree with. Which can sometimes lead to him picking fights with people he shouldnt, and he lacks the common sense to learn from his mistakes and so continues acting this way.

He is extremely loyal, which is some of the reason why he can get angry, because he is very defensive about the ones he cares about. He despises people who bring up his past life and either make jokes or compare him to his past incarnation. Because of this, he makes it his priority to act nothing like the original Noah, and wishes that people wouls just accept him for who he is now rather than what he was once.He dislikes responsibility, which means it was probably a bad discision for him to be made a Guardian, although he is fiercel protective of his charges, he also has a tendency to bend or totally disregard the rules regarding the sort of relationship he should have with his charge and how he should act when on Earth.

Likes;;
Sunsets
Friendly People
Soda
Pizza
Cats
Dislikes;;
Unkind People
Jokes about his past-life and Arks
Responsibilty

Skills;;
Taking care of his Mortal charges
Lying
Weaknesses;;
Cute things (he loves them)
Fear of gunshots
Very loud noises

Hopes;;
To fulfill his goal
Fears;;
Demons
People he loves getting hurt

Goals;;
To someday be re-incarnated and get a chance to live again

[+] BACKGROUND

Parents;; Kristopher Werden and Mariana Stryker
Siblings;; Sister - Aria
Other Family Members;; Uncle - Jason Stryker

Date of Death;; 02/08/1985
Cause of Death;; Car crash
Perpatrator/s;; A drunk driver by the name of Stephen Banks, who also died.

Past Incarnation/s;; The orginal Noah, of Ark fame.

History;; After the death of the original Noah, he became a Watcher and remained in this possitions for many hundreds of years. During a fierce battle with a large battalion of Demons, Noah was sent along with his Messenger partner to survey the battle and report back to the Archangel generals about the current situation. Noah was struck down by a lone Demon that had stumbled upon their hiding place and managed to hold the Demon back long enough to allow his partner to escape and deliver the message to their superiors. He died there on the battlefield after many years of faithfull service.

Noah was re-born in the body of Noah Michael Werden-Stryker in London, England and lived there until the age of four, when his parents got divorced and his father returned to live in his home town in Germany. His mother, craving a fresh start, relocated with him and his sister, who was now three months old, to Antioch, Tennesse in America where he lived right up until his death. He attended Kindergarten, Pre-School, Junior High, and Highschool as any normal person would, but was very unhappy at the Highschool he attened in Antioch and dropped out in his Junior year, moving away from home to start a new life in New York. He worked various day jobs in CD stores and cafe's for a couple of years, until, the day after he had finally passed his driving test he set out to get groceries and was hit by another car that was travelling in the wrong lane, hitting him straight on, breaking his neck and killing him instantly. The driver in the other car was sent flying through the windscreen and also died of his injuries.

Noah was sent to the Purgatory courts and allowed to enter Heaven, training to become a Guardian, as the first thing that came to his mind was his family, and he thought that by doing so, he could find some way to make sure they were alright. Incidently, he was never put in charge of any member of his family, the Archangel in charge of him believeing that he would become too attached and would fail to do his job properly, and he continued on, protecting Mortals, but whenever he could he went searching through the levels of Heaven that he had access to, searching for his mother and sister, but, since he had no idea what job they had been assigned when they died, he has yet to find them.

[+] ANYTHING ELSE

Sample RP;; (RP from an old Harry Potter site with my other charrie Kayden and his multiple personality xD)

I’ll be coming home, just to be alone

Kayden pushed the front door open silently and struggled with the heavy bag of groceries as he stepped inside and tried to close the door behind him. The silence that greeted him proved his prediction correct, his father wasn’t home yet, and probably wouldn’t be for several hours to come.

‘Cause I know you’re not there, and I know that you don’t care

He made his way to the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counter, slowly beginning to unpack the vegetables and place them in the fridge, crumpling up the shopping list and throwing it into the bin as he did so.
He checked the white board that was magnetically stuck to the fridge door, the only way his father ever seemed to communicate with him; ‘Make dinner’ was scrawled there in large, cursive writing. He reached up and rubbed it away with his sleeve, picking up the board marker than was stuck beside the board with Blutac and replaced it with, ‘Yes father’ in his own small, neat print.

I can hardly wait to leave this place

His Hogwarts acceptance letter was stuck to the fridge just to one side of the white board, it was at least three weeks before he would be leaving to attend the school, he had crossed off the days on his calendar ever since he had received it. His father hadn’t even turned his head when Kayden had come bounding into the kitchen one morning clutching the parchment envelope. Although, Kayden really shouldn’t have expected any more.

No matter how hard I try, you’re never satisfied

Beside the Hogwarts letter was a battered piece of notepaper from his primary school, it was the list of his grades from the last term he had attended at the local muggle school. Five A plusses, two A’s and a B. Was his father happy?
He had taken one look at the note, as Kayden stood before him, hands clasped together tightly, shifting his feet nervously and waiting for his father response, looking up at him pleadingly, practically begging him for his praise.
But his father and simply dropped the note down onto the table and left the room without a word. Kayden had been crushed inside. He had pinned the note onto the fridge, in the vain hope that one day his father may notice it. But he hadn’t said a thing so far.

This is not a home, I think I’m better off alone

Kayden tore down the scrap of paper and tossed it aside on the kitchen counter, what use was it to continue to pander to his fathers every will? He would never be praised or shown any sort of affection for his endless efforts.
But he knew what the consequences would be if he ever disobeyed his father… He would sometimes stay up in his room for hours, pretending he was alone in the house, like it was his, then he would disappear into his own little world in his head, make believing that his mother was still with him, that he was loved, and that he was wanted.

You always disappear, even when you’re here

Other times, he really was alone in the house. Sometimes for weeks at a time. Then one evening his father would stumble home reeking of cheep booze and demanding more, and if Kayden didn’t get the liquor cabinet open quick enough he would beat Kayden until he could barely stand. The he would collapse on the sofa and leave Kayden to limp up the stairs to the bathroom to put plasters on his face and sometimes bandage up his arm.
When he would go back downstairs the next morning, his father would be sitting at the breakfast table smoking, waiting for Kayden to cook the food. When it was set in front of him he would sit and eat in silence, and when he was finished he would remain seated, staring at the opposite wall blankly while Kayden cleared the plates away. The same blank expression, the same nonchalant attitude. It was as if he disappeared into his own mind just like Kayden had, into his own private world.

This is not my home I think I’m better off alone

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Home
Home
This house is not a
Home
Home
This house is not a home
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By the time you come home I’m already stoned

Kayden jumped up from his chair as the sound of the door slamming echoed throughout the house, he tried desperately to wave away the smoke with his hand and scrambled over to the window, throwing it wide open and trying to air out the room quickly before his father came in. It was almost twelve at night. He hadn’t expected his father to be home until one.

You turn off the tv and you scream at me

There was a terrifying crash from the living room, he ran over to the doorway and had just enough time to see splinters of glass that had once made up the television screen now littering the living room floor before strong hands grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him backwards and sprawling onto the kitchen floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing huh?!” bellowed his father, stumbling in through the door and standing there menacingly, the foul stench of alcohol hanging in the air around him.

“Nothing father!” Kayden cried out, covering his face with his arms, scrambling backwards and curling up against the wall, eyes tight shut, waiting.

“Nothing?! Nothing eh?!” his father shouted back, “Then what the fuck are you doing down here at this time of night, if you don’t have the fucking food ready, what the fuck were you doing?!”

“I didn’t know you were coming home-“

“Didn’t know? Well that’s something new isn’t it? You’re supposed to be the smartass just like your mother!” he fumbled around on the side, his hand closed around Kayden’s report card, “There! Here it is! You think you’re pretty smart don’t you? You think you’re better than me huh? You stick it up there for all to see as if it’s some sort of achievement… You think I should be proud of you? You think I should be proud of the fact that son turned out a fucking muggle?”

“No father…” Kayden whimpered, hands covering his face, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.

“Well then, since you failed to learn your lesson from last time, I think it’s time you saw what happens when you don’t think!”

Kayden cried out as the first blow struck his arm, stinging pain running through it but he couldn’t move it from protecting his face, he was completely paralysed. The belt truck his back next and he cried out again, leaping away from his attacker and into the corner, in the process, removing his hands from covering his face, it was then that his father took advantage of his weakness and struck him across the face, the belt buckle striking hard. Kayden screamed and blood began to trickle down his cheek, he huddled up, knees up against his chest, doing his best to protect his head with his arms, facing the wall and trying desperately to block out the pain, to return to his own world.

It wasn’t real, the pain wasn’t real, he couldn’t hurt him if he was already dead inside…

Kayden bit his lip as the blows became more frequent; he slowly descended into the darkness, warm, comforting darkness. Maybe he would die, maybe he would finally disappear from this world of pain and wake up in another… Either way… Anywhere was better than this hell that had become his life…

He took one last breath. And lost control.

I can hardly wait till you get off my case

Pravus raised the belt above his head, a sadistic smile on his face, he brought it down with all him might, delighting in the thought of the sound of Kayden’s screams as the buckle hit deep and maybe drew blood.

But a hand reached out and grabbed the belt before it had a chance to hit its mark. His son’s head slowly turned to face him, his eyes no longer bright and filled with tears. These eyes were dark, merciless pools of hatred, his face was screwed up in a mask of anger and agony, teeth bared and snarling. He got to his feet in a lightening quick motion, tearing the belt right out of Pravus’s hand.

“What the fu-“

Deft fingers flew out and closed around the cold handle of the kitchen knife, pulling it from its block, the user flung out his arm and Pravus had no time to react before it was buried deep inside his chest. The expression of shock and horror on his face was enough to make the monstrous creature before him make a terrifying grin, full of cruelty and madness, delighting as bright red liquid slowly spread across Pravus’s front, soaking his shirt and falling to the floor like crimson rain.

Hiraldo gripped the handle tightly and dragged the blade out of Pravus’s chest, before letting out a roar of anger and plunging it back in again, shattering his ribs and bursting his left lung. He didn’t stop, ripping the steel blade out and stabbing him once more, over and over, all the time maniacal laughter filling the house as blood flew across the room, splattering the walls and staining his hands dark red.

The body hit the floor with a thud. Seventeen stab wounds in all. Pravus had lived to experience every one of them. Now there he lay, breathing shallow and failing, blood slowly pooling around him.

Hiraldo spat upon the corpse and turned away, the knife still clutched tightly in his hand, blood smeared across his face, clothes and hands. He left the house and didn’t look back.

It wasn’t over yet.


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