Noah
(#61571314)
i am her sword & she calls me to war
Familiar
Vigilant Spear
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
26.84 m
Wingspan
16 m
Weight
7401.53 kg
Genetics
Smoke
Cherub
Cherub
Orca
Seraph
Seraph
Obsidian
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 15 Imperial
EXP: 28597 / 60881
STR
82
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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     5th Generation Temporal Rifter Allison ->Kali ->Shiva -> Kyole -> Miro -> Me Warrior -> Reaver -> ???
I define mercy as the willingness to enter into the chaos of another
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The Organization had trained Noah well in a manner of all sorts of lethal and non-lethal methods to accomplish his missions. In combat and out of combat, no matter how far from 'home' Noah ended up, he knew how to blend in among the crowds, how to move unseen even on the brightest of days, and how to lie his way into the close confidences of his targets. The only draw back was his hair, the unmistakable silver shining like a beacon, that required him to dye it. Unlike his eyes that could easily be hidden with contacts or glasses. Magic could be used but it drained his energy too fast to be a practical use long-term, and he liked to reserve his magic strictly for combat usage.
You never know when a well-placed fireball could come in handy.
It was a pain with how often his natural hair colour would show up through his roots because of his enhancements. Which meant he spent a nice chunk of time in front of the mirror obsessing over his looks. Self-conscious of ruining whatever mission he had been sent out on by being discovered too early as something not entirely human or native to the world.
Failure was never accepted by his superiors, death was preferable to coming back with his proverbial tail between his legs, because that meant more experiments and more brutal training. Things that even as an adult made his skin crawl. His grandfather was the worst among the scientists too; the things he had put him through left him with a deep rooted fear of failure, and just being in the same room as him was enough to fill him with fear.
This is what his life was, completing the missions he was sent out on, as one of many of the Organization's soldiers. Never questioning anything until he met her--
Every so often, he would be recalled to headquarters to undergo maintenance. His grandfather would poke and prod him, running all sorts of tests on him and depending on the amount of injections he was given, Noah would lose chunks of time. Given the extent of the Organization's power, that time loss never effected his missions, but he could still tell when he had been forced unconscious for too long.
Sometimes he would be emotionally catatonic and other times, he would have to be restrained and locked up for the safety of others and himself. A harsh humming would fill his head and his senses would become sensitive to the slightest stimulation. It was a nightmare and most of the time he ended up crying and begging his grandfather to knock him out.
In these moments, his grandfather forbade visitors from entering his lab, but there was always some intern that didn't listen or had been tricked into setting his grandfather's temper on them. The things, the experiments that his grandfather took part in were dangerous, volatile things, and it only took one hapless intern to introduce him unwittingly too the most dangerous one.
It had been a sample jar labelled with the acronym J.E.N.O.V.A.
The intern had been instructed by a peer of his grandfather's to bring the sample to them, but had spooked Noah awake when they started nosing around the lab, and in his disorientation had tried to fight them. It had been an accident, but the moment the sample had touched his skin, he could feel HER, latching onto him, his D.N.A, burrowing her way into his mind.
Once Noah came back to himself, hours later, he was covered in blood, lost in a unknown forest, but now, he was connected to HER, and not once did she stop whispering to him.
Every secret SHE had was laid bare to him and in return, everything he knew was laid bare to HER. SHE was not shy about sharing everything, how he was made rather than born, the legacy of his father, and mission that now fell to him in the wake of his father's betrayal. SHE filled him with such potent righteous fury over his father leaving the Organization, no matter how unwilling to had been; how dare he leave them behind, did he not love them like they loved him?
Slowly, SHE poisoned his mind, turning him against the Organization and manipulating him to suit her own goals.
Bring him back, SHE would croon, make him love us again, make us whole again.
Noah's Outfit
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