Post by NOAH ROOK - -x on Jun 14, 2011 0:52:40 GMT -5
NOAH MORTIMER ROOK
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call me a sinner
call me a saint
[/i][/color][/font][/size][/center]call me a saint
name -noah mortimer rook
nicknames -rook
gender -male
age - 18
grade -11
major - aeroscience
minor - undecided
portrayer - o'brien, dylan
representing - #198 murkrow
tell me it's over
i'll still love you the same
[/i][/color][/font][/size]i'll still love you the same
personality[/center]
Noah is...well, let's just say he's a bit on the nerdy side. Or maybe socially awkward is a better way to put that, for lack of anything else to say or do. He just tends to be...awkward. We've already said that. Noah doesn't do well in big crowds. In fact, he'd much rather avoid them altogether.
That isn't to say he doesn't want to make friends. Birds-of-a-feather and all that. Noah actually LONGS to make friends with someone, he just...seems to have a little bit of trouble doing just that.
Maybe it's his reputation. Oh he has quit a reputation. That's not to say Noah is really a trouble-maker, in fact he genuinely dislikes conflict as a whole. But he is...er, unlucky.
Okay, so maybe that's superstitious and strange to say, but it's TRUE. He himself HAPPENS to be quite superstitious, and has long been convinced of the fact that he has, for whatever reason, terrible terrible luck.
It's mostly the fact that he's a clutz. Noah has a hard time walking two steps without falling flat on his face. Embarrassing, he knows, but that's the case.
You'd think someone who falls on his face all the time would DESPISE heights, but actually Noah has a deep fascination with the big blue expanse stretching over head. In fact, maybe that could attribute to his tripping over his feet almost ALL the time. He's almost always looking up as he walks, and he happens to love astronomy.
Despite the fact that he can't walk a straight line, he actually has a fantastic sense of balance. So climb trees? Heck yes he does. He likes to spend his time in them a lot, in fact high places are where he feels most comfortable. He often goes up there to escape, and if they happen to be a bit shadowy then that's just perfect.
Noah has a hard time trusting people, another hindrance for his ability to make friends. He tends to convince himself that they're going to turn around and stab him in the back. Real nice right? It's definitely not without warrant, but still. If he's pressed too hard to make friends he tends to turn into an irritable grump.
Noah hides the fact that he's hurting, or lonely, behind a joking demeanor. He's a bit of a class clown, if you will. The sort that struts his stuff and sometimes does things to impress others. He's all too easy to manipulate, since part of him is so desperate to fit in with someone. There are times where he's asked to do something, and no matter what it is he'll do it.
Deep down he's hard to reach. People rarely get to know about him, the real him, or his insecurities that he has. He tends to keep to himself, though he has one thing going for him. Despite the fact that he doesn't talk to many people, he can be a bit of a gossip...or at least he HEARS all the best gossip.
Noah is one of those kids people just don't notice sitting in the same room sometimes. He hears things, mostly because he's paying attention to the sounds around him.
His attention span is a good thing to bring up, he has a pretty focused one...unless there's a shiny object involved. Perhaps this is why he loves the stars so much, but he has a compulsive urge to pretty much collect a lot of things. Noah is a packrat, and one other major thing that makes him annoying to others...
Noah's a kleptomaniac.
He seriously cannot help it. He sees something, and he gets the itch, the urge to steal it. He can't keep his hands to himself. This can range from anything, depending on when and where this urge has hit. Pens, pencils, jewelry. It's a compulsive thing, and he seriously just CAN'T make himself stop.
And when he has something he can't seem to ever return it. He knows it's strange, and weird, but that's how it goes sometimes. Needless to say, it hasn't made him a very popular person with people. Who wants to be friends with someone who steals your stuff all the time?
To try and NOT steal, at least do his best not to, he likes to keep his hands busy. Which means that Noah is constantly fiddling with things. Messing with the edges of his jacket, picking stuff up. If he gets too nervous he can get destructive with the thing in his fingers.
Noah's own sexual preference is straight, however, he supports homosexual's due to the fact that his father happens to be one.
call me your favorite
call me the worst
[/i][/color][/font][/size]call me the worst
appearance[/center]
There isn't much impressive about young Noah.
He is, if anything, a student of average height and weight for his age. He's not overly thin, not overly fat. He's just...there. Somewhere in the middle. Nothing that really catches your eye as he walks down a hall, this is for certain.
His clothing choices might turn heads though. Sometimes it's the average t-shirt, but usually Noah is seen wearing rather large jackets. He would probably flip his lid for a trench coat or something of that sort. It's just the way that he works. These jackets are baggy, the sleeves are often long and flip over the tops of his fingers. And it doesn't neccessarily mean like, windbreaker jackets.
Sometimes he wears tuxedo, suit jackets over the top of his t-shirts. He's just a bit odd in that way.
The other thing about his wardrobe that people will see, is his pockets. He has tons of them. On the inside of his jackets, all over his pants. If he has a pair of jeans he'll have altered them to have multiple pockets all at once. If not that, he'll be wearing cargo pants that ALREADY have multiple pockets all over it.
He's a pale boy, though not vampire pale or something ridiculous like that. He's just got that creamy look that tells you he probably spends a bit too much time hiding inside, when he should be out getting some sun in the summer time. Coupled with his dark hair, well that doesn't help much.
Noah's hair is dark brown, very nearly black. His eyebrows are thick, sheltering shimmering brown eyes that are actually rather sharp. He has good vision, having never needed to use contacts or glasses in his life, and because of his love of hanging out outdoors, has fairly good night vision as well. Not that it matters, because even if he can see half the crap on the ground around him he'll still inevitably trip over it.
That's another thing. Noah's hands are constantly scraped and bruised, as well as his knees. Most of his pants have holes that weren't there to begin with, not a fashion thing so much as something that happens because he happens to fall down quite a bit. This also means that by the end of the day his clothing can be rather scuffed up.
Noah is clearly a pushover. He doesn't have impressive muscles or strength, about the only thing he can do impressively is climb into trees.
His voice IS a bit different. He can be quite loud at times, and it has a bit of a rasp.
tell me it's over
i don't want you to hurt
[/i][/color][/font][/size]i don't want you to hurt
history[/center]
hometown - San Jose, California
Noah's life wasn't exactly the most contemporary thing in the whole world. It wasn't that his parents were unkind...er, parent. That was the first thing, he only had one of those. It wasn't that he was an unkind man, his father. In fact, when Noah was born his father almost instantly loved him.
His mother, however, didn't feel ready for motherhood. Her relationship with Noah's father had always been a little on the rocky side, mostly because Noah's father had been dating her merely to hide the fact that he happened to be a homosexual. It was something he hadn't wanted his parents to discover, so he'd dated the woman.
Then the woman got pregnant, she had wanted an abortion at first. Noah's father had PLEADED with her, and finally she agreed to have the baby, with one condition...she didn't have to have anything to do with the child. Noah's father was more than overjoyed that the boy was even going to be BORN.
So it was that Noah and his father became a family, just the two of them.
When he turned about ten years old his father came out of the closet to the rest of the family. Part of them accepted him and loved him anyways...the other didn't want anything to do with the two of them. Noah was taught from a young age, however, that the greatest thing a human being could ever do was love people for who they were.
Speaking of being taught, Noah was held back in kindergarten. Mostly because he had been told he was not socially ready to face the rest of his classmates quite yet. It was the first showing of his social anxiety.
Unfortunately this isn't how the whole world sees things.
Having a flamboyantly gay father made Noah a target at school. True, homosexuality was being widely accepted by others in the United States, but there were still people strongly against it. And the word 'gay' is a term that is often used in a derogatory fashion. Noah couldn't fathom why.
From a young age he was targeted by the bullies. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore, the idea of entering highschool and becoming preyed upon by the roguish kids who seemed to find out everything about him before he even knew them made him sick to his stomach. The obvious solution?
Send him to a boarding school.
He went to Pallet High since his freshman year, and things were okay at first. Except that, for the first time, he was far away from his father. He wrote constantly, but the boy missed the only person he ever felt had completely trusted him severely. And in that was born his new habit.
He started to steal.
He couldn't help himself. He'd steal pencils, books, things lying on desks. He got a rush out of it, excitement, and what was more, it distracted him from the constant sensation that he happened to be missing his father. So Noah took to the kleptomania...
Unfortunately he was still a clutz. The number of times he got caught grew, and he made himself a target at his school. A social pariah, you don't want to hang around someone who steals stuff all the time do you? And besides that, he couldn't even walk straight himself. And he always ALWAYS had the worst luck.
Still, Noah couldn't bring himself to tell his father he was being bullied there as well. He decided to tough it out. Private schools are not, after all, known for having a small tuition. So it was that he ended up sucking it up, and deciding to go through the rest of his years at school.
it's all that i can say
so i'll be on my way
[/i][/color]so i'll be on my way
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connect the dots[/center]
- Noah's last name Rook is another word that means crow
- Mortimer, his middle name, was chosen because it starts with "M" like Murkrow
- Noah is known for having awful luck, Murkrow is said to be an omen, especially if seen a night
- Noah is a kleptomaniac, often stealing things. Crows often steal items or odd objects to put in their nests
- He loves shiny objects, and becomes distracted by them, like crows
- His voice is raspy, a bit like a caw
- He loves high places, and despite his clumsiness, often climbs to high spots - - bird Pokemon
- Studying aerosciences because of his love of the sky - - bird type
- Loves night, and astronomy - - dark type
i'll always keep you inside
you healed my heart and my life
[/i][/color][/font][/size]you healed my heart and my life
rp sample[/center]
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| [bg=d3d3d3][atrb=style,padding: 20px;] NOAH MORTIMER ROOK His fingers twitched, and Noah forced himself to shut his dark brown eyes. Come on Noah, you don't have to do it. You don't have to. He truly did despise himself sometimes. The way his brain worked, the way HE worked. Sitting in the classroom now, sweating bullets, this was one of those times. The eighteen year old grit his teeth, and found one brown eye sliding open to take a peek at the desk in front of him. Abandoned, so delightfully abandoned. While the rest of the pencils worked furiously, the person in front of him had vanished to the restroom. I want it... He almost whined to himself. His fingers twitching again. Criminy, there was something wrong with him surely. The young man grit his teeth even harder. His jaw was starting to ache because of it. He was beginning to worry that he was going to start sweating so hard that it'd smell. Ew, talk about embarrassing. He got enough teasing on his own, thanks. He sighed to himself, brown eyes scanning his desk. He wasn't listening to the lecture going on at all at the moment. Which was going to probably bite him in the rear-end later on. Undoubtedly it would. Noah was awful at studying all on his own. He pulled up his thumb, and started gnawing on the nail there. His eyes flicked to the chalkboard, but he didn't see what was written there. It's close. He thought to himself, eyes flicking back to the pencil sitting there. Just a pencil, the cause of his inner torment. Yet he knew it was somehow deeper than that. If he couldn't stop himself from stealing a pencil, then he couldn't stop himself from stealing other things either. She won't even miss it. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe it had some important meaning to her, that pencil. Perhaps it was given to her by her long lost relative from...who the hell knows? MARS? What the CRAP? Noah twitched, sliding his hands under his desk and biting his lip. His brown eyes flicked up to the clock. What the hell is TAKING her so long? If he could hold out until she got back he was golden. Noah twitched, and put his head against the desk. People probably thought he was insane. Noah felt a wince twinging at the edges of his mind for that. Great, just what he needed, to be labled as more of a freak than he already was. He looked up once more, his eyes landing on the pencil. It's mine... Compulsively he found his fingers dashing forward. He had to lean over the top of the desk, and felt his heart start to pound at the prospect of getting caught. Yet his finger tips brushed the smooth pencil, a mechanical one, and he found it closed safely in his palm. Noah quietly sat back in his desk, slipping it in one of the multiple pockets that ran up his the leg of his pants. He felt instantly better, though his attention was on his random prize and still not the lecture going on in class. It was like a great relief had been lifted from his shoulders, and he turned his eyes down to his own desk. He tried to bring forth some guilt, knew he should be feeling some, and yet all he got was the dull sense of victory that throbbed through him. He tensed his shoulders as the girl re-entered the classroom. Her eyes swept her desk, saw the missing pencil, and went to the ground. She looked for it, and Noah felt his stomach tighten as her eyes went to him for a brief instant. His kleptomania wasn't exactly a secret, well, maybe it was for any new students that were hanging around. Still, he forced a smile on his face. "Missing something Gorgeous?" He queried, his raspy voice squeaked up at the end. His social anxiety made it terribly hard for him to be social, even those few words had come out like someone more scared than anything. Her eyes narrowed in irritation, but she said nothing to him as she turned her attention on the front of the class. Noah let himself sigh, so he got away with it this time it seemed. He couldn't help but smile a little. |
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