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Noah Lucas Locklear

"Is it just me, or are you cold as well?"

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a character in “Going Through The Motions”, as played by KuruLesperance

Description

Noah Lucas Locklear


Nickname: None.
Age: Precisely 16.
Binded by contract to: TBA
Gender: Male

Appearance:
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As above, he has a pale though not pasty complexion and rather thin bones. Why? His pale skin is from a lack of vitamin D, since he often doesn't go outside. This revolves around the fact that he's cold most of the time. It's like a chain, in a sense: chilled, lack of outdoor activity, so on and so fourth. The only time he goes outside is at night, and that's only once in a blue moon. Though, he's also quite a lanky kid. Growth spurt, who knows?
Standing at a mere 5'11, and only weighing a measly 135lbs, though not anorexic, Noah normally is found wearing sweatshirts or thick material clothing. From an average person's eyes, he may even seem vulnerable, in which he's often paranoid about at nighttime because you don't know who's out there.

The Alaskan boy, yes, he's from good 'ol Anchorage, has more of a pear-shaped, baby face structure when it comes to facial features. Complemented with a faint hue of emerald green eyes and dark lashes, he's not very, to say the least, masculine. Of course, he has his masculinity, though he's just a tad bit more feminine. As well as having slim fingers and smooth, soft skin, his lips are plump and a very, very faint shade of pink.
Moving onto other details, his hair is exotic. Having brown, blonde, black, and chestnut highlights, his hair is more pushed and spiked to a certain side, cut with layers and often straightened with a hair straightener and set in place with sturdy hairspray. Below the hair is of course, his nose, which has fairly ideal structure. As for behind his lips, he has braces dotting white teeth. Well, to say the least, he used to be a thumb-sucker at a young age, and it messed with his teeth, keeping them in place with robust black braces.

Likes: Noah has a fondness for heavy-coated animals and basically anything he finds cute or appealing. For example, he enjoys sleeping with a furry Ragdoll or Maine Coon at his side.
The Alaskan teenager, as well, despite being cold most of time, absolutely loves banana smoothies. They have a sweet taste to them that Noah basks in.
At times, he tends to get all "fanboy" if you mention other countries. His most favorite countries, though, would be the Nordic ones and Russia. This, and an anime he loves involves countries.

Dislikes: Noah particularly dislikes getting followed or constantly stared at. It makes him feel quite uncomfortable.
Another thing that doesn't seem to be his cup of tea is hot weather. He prefers sitting by a fireplace and talking with friends or whatnot.
Also, he doesn't seem to like ice cold water. Smoothies are more awesome.

Inherited Ability: Once he gets acquainted with Vayne.

Limited Telekinesis - You can move objects up to 20lbs with your mind.

Personality: To start it all off, Noah's your "exotic" type of teenager. He's introverted at times, yes, but he's not exactly, what you would call "normal" either. This boy tends to dwell on foreign countries, and will try to name every fact. Though, as expected, he can't name every fact, but he tries. He's, well, a history and geography geek.
The Alaskan, said above, can be introverted at times. Most often, at least, and his voice is usually layered with softness. He's not the type to shout or yell, and he's not exactly good at defending himself from problems either. He'll try, but it's probable that he'll fail.
He wouldn't be considered socially awkward. In fact, he's just gentle with individuals. Call him a softy.
As well, he has his little habits. Whenever he's nervous, he tends to bite the tip of his thumb or chew on something, hence why he carries toothpicks with him at times because of his chewing habits.

Anyways, back on topic. Noah's the kind of kid that's rarely a troublemaker. He focuses on his schoolwork, and hasn't even attempted to do anything unacceptable or "bad". Well, sure, Noah can be a bit of a pervert sometimes and occasionally say something out of the ordinary or look at hentai, but he's generally okay.
Another thing; because of his odd vulnerability, he sometimes may act paranoid or unsure, because he's also quite naive and trusting of a person.

History: Nothing too major, nothing too sappy. It all starts in Anchorage, Alaska. Born there, raised there. It was fun playing with the huskies and ice fishing with his parents. Or, rather, parent. A mother. No father. Why? A donor! He's never met his real father and probably never will, but he's just fine with having a mother. Though she may not seem to care much about what he does, he knows she loves him anyways: she gives him the freedom to express himself.
Well, let's go back to Alaska now, shall we? In Alaska, it was overall a simple word: cold. It was chilly. Cold. Lots of wolves there. Huskies and eskimo people, too, though despite it was actually relaxing. Noah and his mother would often sit by a fireplace and drink a warm beverage, hence his adoration for fireplaces. He wasn't exactly sad when he received the news about the moving arrangements, though he wasn't happy either. So, they moved. Simple. Right?

Moving is tiring. You have to lug a bunch of boxes and stuff into a new house; and you don't even know anyone in your school or in your neighborhood. Well, he's gotten used to his new home. He's also in an honors academy for his academic intelligence, though he's not exactly the smartest boy when it comes to math.


Notes: "Well, blue and green turtles are really cute, not that I've ever actually seen one in my life. Though, I wouldn't want to hold a turtle in fear of salmonella. I guess that's just me. Oh, also, have you ever heard of the Norwegian mythological beings called Huldra or Nøkken?"

There's also no precise explanation as to why he often feels cold; perhaps it's because of blood pressure or just the thin and thickness of his skin. Who knows?

So begins...

Noah Lucas Locklear's Story

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Sighing, Noah restlessly stared at the ceiling. Trying to take a nap is hard for the Alaskan boy, when you have all those distracting sounds out in the city, and the fact that you've got obnoxious neighbors isn't that enjoyable either. For a quick moment, his eyes slowly shifted to glance through the glass of his window, the sky growing dark. Another nightly stroll in the city shouldn't hurt.
The boy sat up in his bed, stretching and hiding his hands in the sleeves of his baggy sweatshirt. As he brushed a piece of chestnut hair away from his eyes, he shifted his body and hopped off the king-size mattress, slipping on his converse shoes and pulling up his jeans which seemed to slip down slightly.

Noah headed downstairs with hushed footsteps, careful not to wake his mother whom slept soundly on the couch. Sticking his head in the refrigerator, he fished out his banana smoothie in which he failed to finish the previous day and shuddered from the cold feeling. The Alaskan boy sighed, once again, and exited his home, glancing down the street before heading off, one hand in his sweatshirt pocket and the other gripping his smoothie.
As the sky grew darker and deeper, he looked up the twinkling stars with his emerald eyes, thinking for a moment before continuing his walk. Though, as he rounded a corner and saw the familiar pond he walked by during his strolls, he noticed a figure near it. Instantaneously he felt himself tense, and approaching it slowly, it gradually came to view that it was a person.
Setting down his cold treat on one of the benches, he took a mental note that the odd person didn't seem to be moving. Was he asleep? He couldn't be dead, though. Noah could see he was obviously breathing.

Chewing nervously on his sleeves, braces grazing over the material, he watched the person in silence. He was soaked, and, was that blood as well? Getting down on his knees to examine the man thoroughly, he seemed to be older than him. At least in his 20s or early 30s. Wait! Maybe test something..
He cleared his throat and spoke with his oh-so-usual soft spoken voice, somewhat muffled since he was gnawing on the poor material that were his sleeves.

"Are you okay? What happened? Wait, can you hear me?" Being the trusting and naive boy he is, he decided to help him, pulling up his sleeves and scooting towards the pond to cup his hands with water and try to wash the blood off of the man's forehead.

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Vayne lay there, still - Not really thinking, just existing for the time being. He had no clue how long he had been there for, it felt like hours. Occasionally, he would hear the footsteps of someone walking past him on the path and he would try to call to them, but each time he was ignored. Slowly, Vayne began to wonder if this was truly the right choice. The people of earth always seemed so caring when he looked down from the heavens, and the souls he had greeted at the gate were always so kind... Was he truly on earth? Left to his thoughts, a heavy feeling began to weigh him down - guilt. Should he truly have left the Garrison? Was it right to come to the human realm? Did they not help him because they could tell he was different? A weakness took over his limbs and the warm liquid on his forehead didn't still and grow cold for quite a while, and by that time, the tips of his fingers and toes had gone numb.

Suddenly, a soft voice spoke to him. If he hadn't been on earth, the softness would have made him think it was a fellow angel. Trying to open to his eyes, he barely succeeded in opening them just the tiniest bit when they closed again.

"Y-Yes... I believe so." he answered the boy in a similarly soft and gentle tone. "I... I leapt from heaven." Naively, he began to explain like he would have two thousand years ago. At that time, they accepted it almost on the dot and rarely asked for proof, and when he gave them proof, they too accepted him as an Angel of the lord. At the time he was in now it would have just sounded like he had jumped off a building or was delirious from the knock on the head. Suddenly, he felt water on his skin and involuntarily flinched. Once the semi-dried blood was mostly cleaned from Vayne's forehead, he attempted to open his eyes again. This time, he managed to open them about halfway and to keep them open, nearly crystalline blue eyes were hazy and were unfocused at first, but soon saw clearly. "You are very kind, different then many of your people. Thank you." This would have been the point he probably would have gotten up if his limbs were ready to move more than an inch.

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Brushing his tongue against his braces as he thought, he nodded as the male explained where he was from, trying to force himself to believe it all. Leapt from heaven? Hopefully he isn't too mentally challenged or delirious. Maybe he has schizotypal? Who knows. "Thank you. I appreciate that. I just don't like seeing anyone hurt." Noah explained, chewing on his sleeves nervously once again.

Deciding to introduce himself, he inhaled to speak, and exhaled softly for his own personal comfort. "My name is Noah Locklear. I come from Alaska. What is your name?" He asked. He would pick him up and ask his mother if he could stay the night, but since he's not that buff, one of them might end up getting hurt.

Fiddling with one of his pockets, he pulled out his wallet which had a picture of an Alaskan cod on it, gaze shifting from the male to his wallet. "Are you hungry or thirsty? I'm assuming you can't really move, so, perhaps I could get something for you? I'm sure there's at least a gas station or a couple of nearby stores open." Noah offered, completely forgetting about his unfinished treat and focusing on the limp man.

Though, he flinched when he felt something vibrate in his pocket. Fishing out his phone, he paled when he realized it was his mother, and as he answered it, he pulled the phone away from his ear when she bombarded him with questions. "Where are you? Are you hurt? Did you do your homework? Why aren't you in the house?" "I'm fine. I'm taking my occasional walk. I did do my homework, and I'm not hurt. I just ran into something important, that's all."

He could hear her sigh into the phone, and taking it that she calmed down, he himself sighed. "Fine. Be back soon though." Noah nodded and murmured an "I love you" into the cell phone and soon hung up, cheeks flushing over in embarrassment. "Excuse me. That was my mother. She tends to worry a lot." Noah said with a soft smile, gripping his wallet. "As I said, if you're hungry or thirsty, I don't mind getting you something."

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Vayne quietly looked glanced around with his half lidded eyes, looking almost confused at everything around him. Things seemed... different than they were when he was here last. Where were the expansive fields and the horses? The lights were brighter than the were before, and they certainly weren't fueled by fire. As he boy spoke again, his eyes looked to him. "I see... That truly is very kind of you. I pray that to you, the fates are kind." he said with a weak smile.

He seemed attentive as Noah introduced himself, going so far as to nod his head best he could. "It is a pleasure to meet you Noah Locklear of Alaska. I am Vayne Phantas, an Angel of the lord." Slowly, feelings began to return to his fingers and toes, and he wiggled them experimentally. When he asked if he was hungry however, he gave him a confused look. "I do not feel hunger, nor thirst - Angels have no need for food or drink." At the moment, there was a grating, growling sound. Feeling his stomach churn, he made a face of discomfort. "What is that sound?"

Hearing Noah speak to someone else, he glanced over. What was that contraption? Was that a rock he had pressed to his ear? Why was he walking to it? Was it talking back? Managing to cock his head a bit, he bit his lip. Did this rock as mystical qualities of communication, perhaps? Vayne suddenly felt a longing for speaking rock of his own - It was fascinating!

He snapped out of his fascinated trance when Noah spoke to him again. "I see... You speak to your mother through that stone?" he asked. "Curious..." he said, raising his arm off the ground a foot or two as his strength began to slowly return. "Where do you get those stones? Would it be possible for me to obtain one?" Another growl from his stomach seemed to confuse him and he made a face of discontent. "What a curious world this is..."