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`` & everything that you thought you can't forget
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FULL NAME : Noah Mason Rhodes
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DATE OF BIRTH : January 13th
AGE : 17
GRADE : Junior

`` 'cause you know nothing but my name
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OVERALL : Judging completely upon appearances, Noah may not be your dream date to take home to your parents. What with an obnoxious stare and orange hair, what parent would be impressed? And then you add on a leather jacket and skinny fit bondage pants, it seems to be only your parents worst nightmare. Judging completely upon appearances. He isn’t your typical pretty boy, in fact he’s not even a pretty boy, in no shape or form. You would never be able to see his pale, skinny form on the cover of ‘OK’ magazine or ‘Sugar’. Nor would you see him associated with that ever so popular emo sensation that seems to be streaking the nations of the world. To summarise his appearance, you could call it dysfunctional yet in working order. A contradiction perhaps.
HAIR : Born and raised ginger can’t be easy for a kid, especially when you get teased for it at every school you go to. From being a little kid, he’d wanted to dye it. But when he was a little kid, he wanted to dye it dark brown, as far away from his original colour as he could get. But when he got older, that all seemed to change. Not that he didn’t want to get away from the colour, but he got smarter. And more bored. Just like with his eyes, he began to think of hair, of the colour, the boring colour that you had every day. And so he could use his hair colour, but to a blunter extent. He could use what he had to make it into something to no longer be ashamed of, but something to be proud of. So he turned into a carrot head at the age of thirteen. His mom thought it was funny, something he’d grow out of, whilst his dad was horrified at his son’s decision. A doctor, in his opinion, could not have a son with blunt orange hair. After four years of that blunt orange hair though, you sort of forget its bluntness. And he likes his hair. He gets teased about it at times, but at least this way when he gets teased it’s for something he’d done himself, not something he was born with. Usually he wears his hair gelled, soft spikey tufts. It changes every so often, depending on his mood, but generally that’s his hair.
EYES : His eyes are his favourite piece of his appearance, well that would be if he didn’t have hair. So maybe his second favourite, or perhaps sharing first place. They’re a darkish blue, one of his favourite colours. The thing he loves most about his eyes, well the colour, is that it’s just interesting. Your eyes are the only part of you that naturally is an interesting colour. What other part of you on the outer appearance isn’t brown or blonde? Unlucky for those with brown eyes. Maybe your veins. But anyway, despite this, he feels his eyes are interesting. Popeye. Perhaps that could be a nickname for him, not that his eyes pop out but he often can be seen in a deep stare, whether purposeful or not, as if he’s always engaged, always intent, it’s as if you can see the craving fire inside of him by the intensity of the stare. Sometimes he does it out of paranoia. Sometimes he does it because he’s really interested in something. It’s a habit which he can’t seem to kick, which he wishes he could do because in a way it makes him feel a little outcasted by it. No one else stares at you like that.
SMILE : Or perhaps smirk would be more of a better word use. Sarcasm always seems to be plastered somewhere upon his face, like as if he knows something you don’t, yet just as likely if you look from a different angle it could be completely innocent. It completely depends on how you view him, and how he views you, and how you want to perceive him. Reverting away from the smirk and back to the smile, his smile usually shows his crooked, slightly discoloured teeth. Noah was the type of boy who liked to eat sweets as a child and drink coke, and other fizzy drinks. He never lost that habit as he grew up. At times he feels a little insecure about them, and as much as he tries to brush them completely clean and sparkling white, it doesn’t work. Apparently he wasn’t blessed with the luxury of looking like a celebrity, more like he was blessed, or unblessed, for looking like the unfortunate of society, the type that the stuck up frown upon. But Noah never wanted perfect hair or a fantastic build. He never wanted to look like the princes that are on teen programs. He resents that image, the image which surrounds him around school.
BUILD : Growing up, Noah had never been big. He’d always been of a skinny frame, even when he used to play sports. His muscles never used to manage to bulge, and he never seemed to look strong enough to hold his own, or climb a tree. Yet on the contrary, climbing trees was what he did a lot. He loved being in trees, he felt invincible. But that’s besides the point. Noah has always been on the slender side of things. He never eats all that much, so he doesn’t seem to gain weight. Even if he tried to, he isn’t sure that he’d actually be able to. He’s always just been gauntish, and pale. He doesn’t really mind it, it’s not like having a tan and a six pack would suit him anyway. More like the opposite. Plus in Noah’s opinion, six packs are for those who do sports && have sex. He doesn’t do sports && he’s a proud virgin, so there’s no need for one.
STYLE : Noah loves fashion, all types of fashion. It intrigues him. He likes designing it, he likes creating it, and experimenting with it. As for his style, he can usually be seen in black skinnies, or even at times leather, but those times are far and few between as he finds it uncomfortable. He likes the idea of creating something original and new, and showing it off to the world. Depending on his creativity at the time, he likes to edit every piece of clothing he gets. Whether it be by tearing up a band tee, or by completely changing its design using all sorts of materials, he will do it. He doesn’t like to wear what other people wear, so by doing this he’s ensuring that he isn’t. He prides himself on his style and is always open to experimenting with new ideas, whether it goes with what he usually wears or not.
SUMMARISE : Love him or hate him, Noah doesn’t look like your average Mr Perfect that roams around Florida, anything but. It’s as if when he was born he promised himself not to be like any of the others, as if his genes were inscribed to not fit in. And whether this is good or bad, it’s who he is. Not stereotypically attractive, not your Hollywood movie star, and not even your typical band member. Maybe his image suits the quiet loner at the back of the classroom. Maybe it doesn’t have a word to describe it, maybe ugly describes it too well in the opinion of some. Maybe interesting is better fitting than anything. Unique could be stretched. Average Joe would be too good. Maybe just inventive and experimental works.
AVATAR CLAIM : John Lydon

`` you only see what i let you see
P E R S O N A L I T Y

LIKES : fashion, art, girls, talking, brains, materials, styles, laughing, fitting in, being happy.
DISLIKES : people being nasty to him, ignorance, his odd habits, awkwardness, sticky tag, strong scents, sickness, viruses, poppies, war.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : straight
TURN ONS : at least five
TURN OFFS : at least five
FEARS : explanations would be good
TALENTS : what they're good at
LIFE GOALS : obvious
OVERALL : Creative and artistic. Noah likes to spend his time creating art, whether it be by drawing, computer graphics, or using actual materials, Noah’s in with it. He’s really intrigued and interested in fashion, and likes to create his own, and play with clothes to suit him and to suit his designs. Labels mean nothing to him, because he’d going to destroy and rebirth them anyhow, so who cares if a posh name is added to it? It won’t be for that long, not when he puts his own mark on them. Art is like his escape from reality, like his mark that he makes on the world.

Noah isn’t the type of boy you see surrounded by girls, or by other boys. He isn’t the type of boy to go crowd surfing down a corridor because of a big achievement. He’s not popular, and avoids confrontation with the popular students. He has his own beliefs and morals but he doesn’t go shouting them about. He doesn’t enjoy getting into fights with people. Fights create pain and he’d prefer to spend his life with only a few people knowing him and just being invisible to the rest than everyone knowing his name but no one really knowing him. Yet at the same time he isn’t going to lie if someone asks him what he thinks about something. He might be quiet, but he doesn’t just do what they want him to do and say what they want him to say. He’s not that much of a push over, rather someone who just avoids certain confrontations, meaning he doesn’t go looking for trouble, and if trouble finds him he tries to think of other ways to get out of it than a fight that he knows he’s going to lose.

Noah has fairly odd habits, or ways. As if he’s somewhat socially aware. For example he can find himself staring at people, as if he’s really deeply thinking about them, really alert because of them. And he can find his way into people’s personal spaces. Usually he doesn’t notice when this happens, but he does notice the staring every so often. He doesn’t mean to do it, it’s as if his eyes move against his will, and he doesn’t know how to stop them. This does make him feel a little awkward at times, as if something’s taken over his body that he can’t control. And when that happens, it really doesn’t make him feel too good. It’s the part of him which he can’t really accept. And the part of him which scares him. Sort of like viruses and sickness. That scares him a lot, how your own body can turn against you. So far, luckily for him, he hasn’t really had much worse than the flu but he’s quite paranoid about getting worse than that.

Noah’s maybe a bit more innocent than he portrays. He’s a virgin, and he’s unsure if it’s by choice or not. He doesn’t feel like he’s ready because he’s not in love and he hasn’t been in a satisfying relationship. Noah doesn’t want to lose his virginity to just anyone, and he’s always stood by that. He doesn’t think sex is a big deal but he thinks virginity is a big deal, so really he’s not too up for giving it to just anyone. The same with foreplay, he prefers to get to know someone before he indulges in it with them. Plus doing that is also the best way to prevent diseases.

Although not a liar, Noah has in the past indulged in lies. Meeting new people he likes to make up stories that are bizarre and untrue just to see how they react to them. He doesn’t really take them that seriously but some people do. Which is what amuses him. He likes other people’s reactions. Reactions make life fun and as long as they’re harmless he sees no harm in trying for them.

Noah has quite a fun, goofy sense of humour. He’s the typical boy who’ll laugh at a typical boy joke in a movie, yet at the same time he’s quite intellectual and enjoys engulfing himself in sarcasm.

Confident or insecure? Noah likes to rate himself as confident, but he’s not really too sure what he is. He accepts himself, but he wishes that maybe sometimes he could be accepted a little bit more than he actually is. He’s sometimes insecure about what people are thinking about him, first impressions and all. And people always seem to take him wrong.

Loving or caring? Or maybe neither. Depending on how Noah knows you, he can be your best friend and really be there for you. But if he doesn’t know you, he may appear to just be boring and cold perhaps. To those he cares for he’s a really good friend and will go out of his way to help them, often putting them in front of himself. This is where he can really be taken advantage of, but he trusts his friends, and he knows his friends, well he thinks he does, so he hopes that they wouldn’t actually do that.

As for his opinions on other people, he judges them. But he tries not to let them know that he judges them. After all that isn’t a very good way to make friends. Not that he really wants to make that many friends, or maybe he does. He’s just not really sure where he wants to go right now, he just wants to live life to the full, and to dream.

`` what you say is nothing new to me
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HOMETOWN : where they grew up
WEALTH : moderate
PARENTS : June Rhodes and Michael Rhodes. Michael works as a doctor, where as June remained a housewife, cleaning, looking after the children, generally doing all that sort of stuff whilst her husband brought in the money. Because of Michael’s profession and change in jobs every so often the family have faced quite some moves in their lifetime. And because of how demanding the job can be, Michael isn’t often at home. The relationship between June and Michael can be a bit rocky at times because of this.
SIBLINGS : Noah comes from a large family, well depending upon what you call large. He’s the oldest of four siblings. There’s Lucy, who’s thirteen. Aaron, who’s fifteen. And then Simon, who’s 9. The relationships he shares with his siblings is an alright one. At times they annoy him, especially Simon who continually seems to act like a kid, constantly wanting attention. And then Aaron, who seems to think, in Noah’s opinion, way too highly of himself. As for his sister, he’s quite protective of her, especially when it seems she doesn’t want him to be. Those are the times that you should be protective over your baby sister, at least that’s what he’s learnt. After all when they don’t want you to be protective, there’s something going on.
HISTORY : Happy families for life, yo

Noah was born on the 21st of January, 1991, to parents June and Michael. They had your typical relationship, passionate, boring, loving, happy, annoying. Michael had just received his degree in medicine whilst June worked part time in a shop. They’d wanted a child for quite some time, and they’d been trying for quite some time. So it wasn’t a surprise when Noah came along. Quite amazing to think how a child can be born into the world and transform into the person that they are. Very weird to think that really, yet it happened. June had loved the name Noah for a very long time, which describes his name. Although if they’re trying to be inventive and creative and annoying, his parents enjoy telling him that he was named after Noah from Noah’s ark.

What more is there to say about a baby, a baby who was looked after like any baby should be. His dad was out searching for jobs a lot but between sleeping and eating, Noah barely noticed. In fact he can’t even remember being so little. Except for his birth, it was a pretty trivial time in his life to speak about.

I'll always remember the good times

Growing up and being young, Noah was like every other child. He played soccer a lot and enjoyed climbing trees with kids he knew. Girls weren’t much of an interest for him when he was so young, in fact he was the type of boy who thought they had diseases. He got on well with his classmates, and quite enjoyed spending his lessons colouring in pictures and being read stories to, whilst spending his break times running around like an idiot, screaming and chasing other kids. He spent a lot of time with his family at this point, hanging out with them. His dad had a job, but it didn’t matter that much to him. Noah saw him enough, in fact he’s sure that this was the time in his life when he saw his dad the most. In which time his baby brother Aaron was born.

Moving became my tradition

Elementary school became a little less fun when Noah started to move around. His dad began to jump between jobs, from state to state. And at first it was exciting, meeting new people, making new friends. But after a while moving became a tedious effort and for a young child, making friends became harder and harder. It became an intolerable bore, and suddenly young Noah began to feel lonely. Kids weren’t so nice to the new kid with the different accent and the ginger hair. And when the new kid went home to cry to his parents, or rather his mother since his dad was at work, the news didn’t go as planned. Instead he was told that his mom was going to have another baby. A young age to turn emo. Luckily Noah never did. But he got sad at times, and he’d try and stay away from school. Yet he felt pushed out by his parents for having another kid, as if he wasn’t good enough, and he felt pushed out by kids at school. This was the ages where he and Aaron were at their closest.

And I realise I’m not so normal after all

But you get over it, and you go to middle school and it’s a whole new start. Suddenly you don’t have to be this loner kid with the weird accent no more, suddenly the work gets harder and suddenly you begin to find a piece of identity. The first identity Noah found in middle school was music. Stumbling across a book full of musicians with ultra cool – in his middle school opinion – clothes, he began to research them. Noah was quite the reader at the time, and he was bored with being the typical normal kid. He would read stories about all these heroes and he wish he could be them. And that made him realise, he could be them. He could become his own hero, and explore everything. Getting into older musicians made him begin to explore the guitar. And it was safe to say, after begging his parents for a guitar for Christmas, it was a complete failure. Noah didn’t have that much musical skill inside of him. But he did have an artistic skill.

It was around this age period where his mom had agreed to allowing him to dye his hair away from the ghastly ginger which, in his opinion, ruined his life. Only after looking through the colouring guide, he found a colour. It was like the heroes in his books. Heroes always had something really cool about them that stood out, and he realised with this, he could be like that. People would point at him across the street. And it would go with his blue eyes, well sort of. So he got his hair dyed bright orange, much to his parents dismay. It was a move that he thought people would like and accept and want to copy off him for… but it wasn’t. It was a move they just thought made him weird.

It was as if Noah had been living in his own mind. Thinking he’d escaped the childhood bullying was wrong, too wrong. Because people didn’t think he was cool, they thought he was weird. A loser.

I love myself more than I love you so HAHA

At fourteen years old, he began to embrace who he was. Weird. Different. Who cares? But high school, it was another new start. And it was a new him. A him who didn’t care about being some dumb hero in a book for anyone else but to be a hero for himself. And to do that he had to start doing things for himself. Getting back into the ultra cool fashion of all those old rock stars, he began to experiment with clothing designs. And it wasn’t long before he was making things a little bit more interesting for the world. Still moving around every so often, every year or so, he began to enjoy telling lies to the new people at school, or rather to the old people at school. Creating up new identities and playing around with the heads of people for his own amusement. Maybe Noah was never meant to fit in, but by the time he was in his sophomore year, he was okay with that. And he had enough fun watching movies, making clothes, helping animals, reading, and hanging out with what friends he had than to worry about what other people really thought of him. By this point he was the hero of his childhood books, because he could be free and be himself.

To this day I live to tell the tale

It became more than apparent to Noah that by the age of seventeen, he wanted to be a fashion designer, or something like that. He was sick of seeing people in the same old clothes, sick of seeing them wandering around in the same, boring things. It confused him how people even managed to get away with it, how people of the fashion industry actually accepted it. Because to him it was completely ludicrous. As he looked out at people in his school, all those people with perfect faces and amazing bodies, they became a boring blur that he didn’t want to become. They weren’t interesting and they weren’t exciting. He’d finally found himself.

At the same time, his dad had been pondering on his son’s activities, wondering if he was perhaps slightly on the autistic scale. Not your typical, over dramatic movie autism, but the more realistic little quirks. The type that makes knowing generally what is publicly acceptable more unsure, more fazed. Such as your own space, and highlighting stares. This was something Noah rolled his at eyes at, but it still made his dad think. Was this a problem of his son’s or was he just a person with traits that weren’t so usual?

And finally Noah arrived at the doors of Breneau Academy, clad in a pair of black skinnies and a leather jacket, awaiting the thick judgement of the picture perfect students whilst he stood and stared.

`` been there, seen that & i ain't takin you home
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE : Jump sat on against the wall, his back arching ever so slightly as he stretched in a catlike manner. He didn’t know what to do, not really, because his father had been caught. He’d had news about it recently, but it wasn’t something he wanted to hear. It was something he wanted to hide from, to pretend it wasn’t happening and this was one of those things that he couldn’t discuss with Tempest. Discussing it with Tempest would mean that he’d have to indulge in the whole story of what his father had done, and Logan, and everything. He didn’t feel up to that, he never had felt up to that. It was an emotional story that drew tears and those were something he avoided too. Ember was the only person he really told but he wasn’t going to open himself up as easily as he did with her. He wrote her a song and everything, Tempest would only be getting flowers. He couldn’t make so much of an effort to be turned right back down again. And although Tempest said she wouldn’t do it, she was a model, she modelled with male models. He was sure they would at least have a bit of a flirt on with her. So he was facing this alone, well with his cousin, but a little bit of a different experience.

Afraid to see his parents, of what they might think, of what he thought, he didn’t know what to do. Whether to go to the police station, to visit them as they awaited trial, or to ignore their existence for life. Yet the curiosity inside of him was biting, and his anger for being left alone to fend for himself, and his sister, at sixteen. He wasn’t mature enough then for that, and because of that he’d lost her to the evil temptations and the back side of a hand as it slapped across your face. His family had fallen apart because of his fathers addictions, and his fathers rage. And here he was, worrying that his hair was too dark, his skin too pale, his frame too slender, his fashion too heavy. Worried that he wasn’t the perfect son anymore, yet it was their departure which let him find himself, which let him explore who he could be and how he could look and what he could listen to, or not listen to. It was like being forced to grow up to survive. Like being forced to loose your virginity so it was one less thing on your mind. Going to bed and then waking up in the middle of the night to see panic stricken parents telling you they were leaving was no way preparation. And he didn’t know how he was supposed to communicate that, yet he felt the need to. He felt the need to see his parents but to break them, to use all of his strength to hurt them even if it meant he came out worse. He could remember his father to have a lot bigger build than him, which was possibly why his dad was always wanting him into sports so he could get bigger. It obviously didn’t work. It obviously didn’t happen. He thought of texting Logan, of maybe asking her what he should do.

It wasn’t a nice feeling, being alone in it all. It was like he was so lost in his thoughts. He could’ve been sitting there naked and it wouldn’t matter to him. But he wasn’t, not that what he was wearing was insanely interesting. It was simple black jeans, not tight but fitted with his legs, a white studded belt, a plain black tee and equally, a plain black jacket. As for his shoes, he was wearing white Etnies. Nothing overly exciting, nothing too punkish either. Slipping his phone from his pocket, he skimmed over a blank text, his fingertips tracing the buttons as if inviting them to press down. Only nothing did. Words didn’t exist no more.

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