Post by Noah on Jun 20, 2011 22:06:20 GMT -5
Name-Noah Estriatus
Alignment/Affiliation-Undecided
Age-27
Race-Human
Appearance-Noah is a tall, muscular, skinny black man. Standing at 6'' and 185 lbs, Noah is kind of skinny, but his body is almost all muscle. He has a neat mustache and soul patch combination, silky black hair down to his shoulders and a tribal tattoo on his right shoulder.
In terms of clothes, Noah is very flamboyant. He'll wear anything as long as its green and funky. He always wears a white cap on his head, ther than that, though, his style is straight out of the 70s.
Personality-"It don't mean a thang if it ain't got that Swang baby"
Noah is very relaxed and soft spoken, while still pretty flashy. He has a passion for dance and music and is an avid dancer himself. Generally very logical and something of a clown.
Abilities-Noah is a fighter. He loves using his body and his long limbs grant him a good advantage while fighting. His style resembles dancing. It's very rhythmic, unpredictable and flows.
He also possesses some skills as a thief that he chooses not to use anymore
Weapons-Mainly uses his fists, however sometimes uses "Love." Love being the name that he gave to his bright pink handgun that he keeps in the back of his pants.
History/Background-Noah was born to two thief's in Corel prison who both died while he was very young. So, he was on his own for quite a while in the desert prison. He got by relying on stealth and thievery, normally trying to joke his way out of a bad situation. However, when that didn't work, he normally was victim to a brutal beating. It happened often.
However, one day an old man from Wutai took notice to the, then, 10 year old boy. The man took him under his wing, teaching him how to defend himself down there. He also taught Noah honor, a lesson he would never forget. The old man noticed Noah's particular talent for dancing and decided to build his fighting style around it. By the time Noah was 16, no one in that prison dared mess with him.
Noah wasn't violent, though. Even though he was raised in Corel Prison since birth, he was a fun loving man. He generally lightened the mood of the desert with his antics and music. Noah was well loved down there by the time he was 16.
However, 16 was also the year tragedy struck. The old man who had taught Noah how to live passed away. On his death bed, he gave Noah "Love." It was a gun that his deceased wife had used in the past. Though he never liked using guns, he kept it as a memento of her love. He was now giving it to the boy. Should his fists ever fail him, his Love would not.
After a while of grieving, Noah decided it was finally time to get out of here. He entered in and easily won the Chocobo race, wining his freedom as the grand prize. He didn't stop there, though. That race was magical for him. He fell in love with it. So from the age of 16 to the age of 25, he raced, wining many championships and becoming a world renowned racer.
But even that scene began to bore him. He wanted combat. He wanted to use the skills that his master had shown him all those years ago. So he became a Shinra Peace Keeping Troop for the next 2 years. However, he found this life to be a bit too boring for him and not quite rewarding enough. The Turks had noticed that he was a big fish in a little pond, though, and tried to recruit him, but Noah wasn't sure about it and gave them a respectful, maybe. He had worked hard his whole life, so it was time to relax. He quit his jop for Shinra on his 27th birthday and moved to Kalm to live a quiet, peaceful life with the money he'd saved up from racing. It was time to hopefully enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Alignment/Affiliation-Undecided
Age-27
Race-Human
Appearance-Noah is a tall, muscular, skinny black man. Standing at 6'' and 185 lbs, Noah is kind of skinny, but his body is almost all muscle. He has a neat mustache and soul patch combination, silky black hair down to his shoulders and a tribal tattoo on his right shoulder.
In terms of clothes, Noah is very flamboyant. He'll wear anything as long as its green and funky. He always wears a white cap on his head, ther than that, though, his style is straight out of the 70s.
Personality-"It don't mean a thang if it ain't got that Swang baby"
Noah is very relaxed and soft spoken, while still pretty flashy. He has a passion for dance and music and is an avid dancer himself. Generally very logical and something of a clown.
Abilities-Noah is a fighter. He loves using his body and his long limbs grant him a good advantage while fighting. His style resembles dancing. It's very rhythmic, unpredictable and flows.
He also possesses some skills as a thief that he chooses not to use anymore
Weapons-Mainly uses his fists, however sometimes uses "Love." Love being the name that he gave to his bright pink handgun that he keeps in the back of his pants.
History/Background-Noah was born to two thief's in Corel prison who both died while he was very young. So, he was on his own for quite a while in the desert prison. He got by relying on stealth and thievery, normally trying to joke his way out of a bad situation. However, when that didn't work, he normally was victim to a brutal beating. It happened often.
However, one day an old man from Wutai took notice to the, then, 10 year old boy. The man took him under his wing, teaching him how to defend himself down there. He also taught Noah honor, a lesson he would never forget. The old man noticed Noah's particular talent for dancing and decided to build his fighting style around it. By the time Noah was 16, no one in that prison dared mess with him.
Noah wasn't violent, though. Even though he was raised in Corel Prison since birth, he was a fun loving man. He generally lightened the mood of the desert with his antics and music. Noah was well loved down there by the time he was 16.
However, 16 was also the year tragedy struck. The old man who had taught Noah how to live passed away. On his death bed, he gave Noah "Love." It was a gun that his deceased wife had used in the past. Though he never liked using guns, he kept it as a memento of her love. He was now giving it to the boy. Should his fists ever fail him, his Love would not.
After a while of grieving, Noah decided it was finally time to get out of here. He entered in and easily won the Chocobo race, wining his freedom as the grand prize. He didn't stop there, though. That race was magical for him. He fell in love with it. So from the age of 16 to the age of 25, he raced, wining many championships and becoming a world renowned racer.
But even that scene began to bore him. He wanted combat. He wanted to use the skills that his master had shown him all those years ago. So he became a Shinra Peace Keeping Troop for the next 2 years. However, he found this life to be a bit too boring for him and not quite rewarding enough. The Turks had noticed that he was a big fish in a little pond, though, and tried to recruit him, but Noah wasn't sure about it and gave them a respectful, maybe. He had worked hard his whole life, so it was time to relax. He quit his jop for Shinra on his 27th birthday and moved to Kalm to live a quiet, peaceful life with the money he'd saved up from racing. It was time to hopefully enjoy the fruits of his labor.
! Dammit Nyx! Well him, and Crowe. I adore the hell out of her. Too bad they...nah I wont' say
