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Noah Jones Torvedia

"Oh hello. My name's Noah. And yes, I can fly."

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a character in “X-Men: Dawn of a New Era”, as played by Starlight77

Description

Noah Jones Torvedia

“You may be strong, but are you as fierce as thunder?”

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Nickname:
“You can call me anything you want.”
Noah's "Code Name" is Thunderbird.

Age:
17 1/2

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Clothing Style:
Noah’s usual clothing style isn’t that amazing. He is almost always seen wearing some sort of graphic tee along with jeans. He is always wearing his dark brown leather jacket his father gave him. He also constantly wearing sneakers, fromVans to Nikes.

Face Claim:
Lucas Till

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Likes:
+Water+
+Surfing+
+Electricity+
+Thunder and Lightning+
+Rock Music+
+Playing His Instruments+
+Fighting+
+Flying+
+Sweets+
+Partying+

Dislikes:
-Loud Sounds-
-The Cold-
-Restrictions-
-Surprises-
-Crashing-

Hobbies:
*Flying*
*Surfing*
*Music*
(Singing, Rapping and Playing Instruments.)
*Impressing Girls*
“Well I consider that a hobby.”

Personality:
Noah is, in words, is a cocky, obnoxious and huge play boy. He loves the ladies. He is seen constantly hitting on them and asking them out, even ones he just met. Noah is rather shallow and vain. Though it may not seem like he cares about his appearance, he has to make sure his hair is always right and that his outfit looks nice. He has loads of pride, so if you insult him, he will just shrug it off on the outside, but on the inside he is mentally coming up with ways to get revenge.

Just because Noah is a shallow playboy doesn’t mean he doesn’t have other emotions. If he truly cares about someone, he will protect them with his life if he must. His fuse is rather short, so I wouldn't dare insult his family or friends because of the way they are. You can insult him all you want, but when you bring his love ones into it, things get personal.

Noah is also very humorous. He's alway cracking jokes to lighten up the mood, plus he's very witty when coming up with responses. He likes to pick on others, but only playfully, never really being the 'bully' type. Actually, he hates bullies. He stands up for the weak. The only time he ever really snaps back at someon is when they decide to make an enemy of him. He holds grudges like its nobody's buisness. He's very mischevious and "naughty" if you get my drift.

When you first meet Noah, you may judge him quickly. But deep down, if you actually try to become his friend, you will realize he has a true heart of gold.

Powers/Abilities:
Wings
Coming from in between Noah’s shoulder blades are two feather wings. He has a 20 foot wingspan. They are a dark gray around the top, boney part and the gray lightens in color as the feathers go downward. With them he can fly, obviously.

Electric Absorption and Repulsion
Noah has the ability to absorb electrical charges and launch them out of different parts of his body. He cannot create his own electricity, so he always has a small generator that can create a steady electrical current. He charges it every night. It can last about three days, but he always charges it just in case.

Enhanced Senses
Noah’s senses of sight, smell and hearing are heightened.

Athletic Ability
Noah’s body is loaded with powerful and lean muscles. He can bench 200 pounds and is a fast runner with high stamina. He needs it to be able to fly.

Weaknesses:
Extremely High Metabolism
Noah’s metabolism is off the charts high. He cannot go more than two hours without eating something. He needs a lot of sugars to keep his body going, and to help him fly well. That is why he always has some sort of sugary food in his pocket, like candy or a dessert.

Extreme Temperatures
Noah isn’t good with extremely high or extremely low temperatures. So Fire and Ice are technically his weakness as well. In frigid temperatures, he can only fly for about an hour and then frost may develop on his wings and he could crash if he doesn’t land and warm his wings. In extreme heat, he will start sweating and over working himself, then crash.

History:
Noah doesn’t know who hos real parents are. He was dumped on the door step of some family’s house in Miami, Florida. He was a three years old, holding his two month old baby sister in his arms.

His mother was a ballet dancer and his father was a musician. They were both very kind and had a good amount of money, so when Noah wanted something, he got it. His parents didn’t seem to mind the wings at all. They thought that the two were special and perfect, made just for them. And Noah didn’t care, he was just happy he had a family.

As the siblings grew up, they began to fight. Noah’s mother seemed to favor him and practically ignore his younger sister. This made Noah’s sister, Katherine, very cold and rough. She had dark brown wings and Noah’s were multiple shades of gray. As they aged, their father taught them how to play instrument and sing. His mother taught him how to dance. And for the next ten years, everything was honky dorey. Until he turned thirteen.

On Noah’s thirteenth birthday his powers emerged. He went to go plug something in when there was a loud crackling sound, and the power went out in the house. When Noah’s mother went to go check on him, he walked over to her all confused. She went to pat his back went another crackling sound could be heard. His mother leapt back with a shriek. He had electrocuted her. Noah was as puzzled as she was.

He continued to experiment with his new powers. His sister also developed her powers when she turned thirteen. She could scream so loud that it could blast plaster and deafen people. The two began to fight even more, but these fights grew more heated. They destroyed their house at least five times during one of their heated arguments. But one day, a letter came in the mail. It was an invitation to the Xavier Academy for the Gifted. Katherine immediately turned it down, but Noah wasn’t sure. He decided that he wanted to learn how to control his powers. He tried to convince his sister to come with him.

They went into another argument. She thought it was degrading to go to a school just for mutants. They began to shout, then scream. Horrible things were said, things Noah had kept deep down inside of his soul for his entire life. He called his sister terrible things. But she started to cry. Katherine was, mind you, as tough as nails. Tougher. Noah had only seen her cry one other time before, when a douchebag from their high school broke her heart. In which Noah then broke his arm and legs. Noah really did care about his sister, and couldn’t believe she made her cry. He thought it was best if he left anyways, for their powers were growing and they could injure their parents or even destroy more than their house. He was sad to leave the place he grew up in, but he had to learn what all of this meant. He left for the Academy.

Alliance:
“I like to think of myself as good. Others may think otherwise, but I know deep down that I am destined to be good.”

So begins...

Noah Jones Torvedia's Story

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“You may be strong, but are you as fierce as thunder?”

Image “It’s a fine day for flying!” Noah inferred with himself. It was a clear day, there was a cool breeze and the sun was shining, warming his feathers. He was soaring through the air, flapping powerfully with his gray wings. The wind was whipping through his hair. He was so used to the forceful winds that he didn’t have to squint anymore. He had a large backpack and his black cutaway acoustic guitar strapped to his back.

Noah was on his way to the Institute. He left two days ago, just leaving a note on his dresser. His sister had called and texted multiple times, begging him to go back, telling him that their mother wouldn’t her go after him. But he didn’t respond. It was better if he left. Better for her, better for him, better for his parents. Noah sighed abruptly, glaring down at the ground. It was then that the Institute came in sight.

The building is marvelous. It was large and medieval, like a castle. Noah mouthed the words “wow” as he stared at it from up in the air. His gray/blue eyes swept across the property, taking in everything. He could see multiple of his soon-to-be classmates walking around the courtyard. Noah let a smirk crease his lips as he spotted two girls, both wearing short, loose skirts. His devious mind calculated a little plan.

Noah curled his wings in and ducked his head downwards into a steep dive. The wind rushed past him as he dove towards the two. When he was about to crash into them, he thrust his wings open, creating a large gust of winds. He flapped upwards and turned in the air, just in time to hear a shriek coming from below him. The two girls attempted to hold their skirts down, but Noah had seen what he wanted to. As he soared upwards in the air again, he laughed hysterically. Noah went a few ways away then landed again.

Noah’s feet hit the ground softly. He curled his wings in and then nestled into the groves in his back. He walked with a certain tough, in-charge aura as he gazed around. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let a smile cross his face as he neared the building.

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Kyle dismissively waved away her accusations on his contradictory nature. “I didn’t say I wanted your powers Goldilocks- just that I hate my head getting tossed around with all those psychic tricks.” He paused, “my mind is not a fucking salad.” That was said with a somewhat pensive grumble through his teeth. Mister Ferris had always informed his son quite liberally that his language best be toned down if anyone was going to take him seriously in this world. All the curse words he used belied a lower sense of intelligence, and that he would be an easy target for those with far more influential minds. Most would assume Kyle’s heavy application of derogative words meant he hadn’t listen to a shred of wisdom his father had imparted on him; but it was surprisingly the opposite. The young man quickly grasped that such words were a gorgeous façade to a more learned mind underneath. Yet for the sake of not completely scaring away his new ‘friend’, Kyle toned his language down.

“And that is what I get for being possessive over my objects.” He stated flatly as he brought his notebooks and such to his muscled. “And I shall lead- not that it’ll do any good. I’m not quite the most gifted when it comes to knowing where I am.” One hand broke free to wave around him in an all-encompassing acknowledgement that the world around him might be an enigma. Inevitably he found himself out in the hallway and made his way towards the front of the institute. He wasn’t much of the chatty type, but then again what part of his persona might have alluded to him being. Yet in sync with his nature he failed to ask her name or even seem interested in picking it up but instead barreled on being conceited and impersonal. “So you keep touching your necklace. Is it expensive, or you wanting to come off as some weird necklace twirling, lip biting, has a lot on her mind- kinda girl? You’ll inevitably fall for the brooding but lovable protagonist with an odd slender lady body and the need to seem smolderingly sexy. Not me. I mean I’m sexy and all, but I don’t brood and I’m far from effeminate.” It was then he caught sight of a swaggering blonde male youth approaching the institute. There was something about the young man that screamed: I want everyone to love me. Kyle immediately hated him, but he had an odd feeling that all the girls would swoon over him like he was the prize stallion in a horse race (and other euphemisms of that sort). “Like that guy. Looks like a dick. Probably doesn’t have one. You can scissor your lady bits together during intimate times.” It was then he flashed the brightest smile he owned. It was the Prom King smile, the Head Quarterback smile, it was the My Father is an Important person grin. Kyle was both as translucent as glass, and opaque as a London fog. It was apparent that he was used to being the center of attention, but it was hard to tell really how he managed to win that affection over with that attitude.
He was the sort of person that you either loved or loved to hate. Or maybe you just hated him, but he wouldn’t disappear- and considering his power it would be quite some time before one would be without his visage.

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Noah Jones Torvedia

“You may be strong, but are you as fierce as thunder?”

Image “Like that guy. Looks like a dick. Probably doesn’t have one. You can scissor your lady bits together during intimate times.”

Noah was not even fazed. Nor was he positive the male was talking about him. A quick glance out of the corner of his eye allowed him to see that the male was in fact talking about Noah. A smile creased his lips. He listened to the girl’s response. “So I’m cute, eh?” Noah turned abruptly, facing them. He was about twenty feet away, so he practically shouted it. A lot of people stopped and murmured, giggled arising. Noah chuckled. They must not have known about his super senses. Well, now they do. He flashed a smirk and a wink at the girl, completely ignoring the other male. After that, he turned on one foot, and seemed to strut off in the other direction.

I promised my sister I would be less of a jerk this year
 meh
 maybe I’ll start tomorrow
 Noah mentally inferred, when he suddenly saw an interesting scene.

Never mind, the scene wasn’t even interesting. It was clichĂ©. A group of bullies picking on the small, insignificant new bee. And that immediately set Noah off. He placed his bag down, and walked over, hands in his pockets. It was a girl, probably the youngest age admitted into the school, and three seniors teasing her, by the looks of it. “Hey! That’s enough!” Noah yelled when he saw that things were about to go violent. They hadn’t heard him. His gaze hardened. He reached his hand into his left pocket, and flipped on the little generator attached to his hip. It whirred to life, and Noah put it on low. This would be over quickly.

Noah thrust his wings open and pushed off the ground quickly, soaring over the crowd’s heads. With his raptor vision, he saw one of the bullies cock his hand back for a blow. “I said, THAT IS ENOUGH!” Noah dive-bombed towards the group. His hands crackled with electricity as he took two fingers and made it look like he was pointing a literal hand gun. His shouting had caught their attention, and stopped them from hitting the girl. He could hear them laughing.

“Are we supposed to be afraid of that?!” They erupted into laughter once more. While they were momentarily distracted, the victim slunk away, escaping. Noah was happy now.

“Why yes. Be very afraid.” Noah stopped and hovered above them and pointed his hand at the ‘main’ bully. A loud crack pierced the air, followed by some shrill male screaming. They ran off with Noah laughing, firing small electrical blasts at their feet. None of them hit them, except one last one as they ran into the safety of the main building. It shocked one right in the ass, and he jumped, screaming like a little school girl. The winged boy was still laughing. He flapped back down to the ground, huffing in his breaths from laughing so hard.

There was a sudden, small tug on his jacket. Noah turned his head to see the girl he had just rescued from those evil bullies’ clutches.

“T-thank y-you for helping me.” The girl stuttered as she spoke. She was nervous. Noah looked at her. She was small, about a foot shorter than him, and thin, with light brown hair and vibrant green eyes.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. It was literally nothing.” When Noah was absolutely sure those bullies weren’t coming back, he flipped off the generator. “I’m Noah. What’s your name?”

“M-my name’s Katie.” Katie responded.

“If those douchbags ever bother you again, just holler. I’ll hear you.” Noah flashed a reassuring smile, and Katie nodded, walking off without a goodbye. “I remember when I was like that. I wonder what happened
” Noah laced his fingers together and put his hands behind his head as he walked back to where he put down him stuff.

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The blonde boy was- well- annoying at best. Kyle gave him as much attention as he gave him, and offered a petite eye roll before barely even acknowledging that he said anything. It was more than apparent that he thought he was amazing, and Kyle was more than welcome to allow him that opinion. It only drove his point home more.
“Most hot guys are jerks. Sort of how we roll. If we weren’t then all the ugly kids would never get any love. Just think of it as a public service to the fuglies.” Kyle admitted somewhat forwardly. He knew he was a jerk and he damn well didn’t care if others thought that as well. Yet the blond was being somewhat entertaining in that respect- the ‘saying what was on her mind’ respect. If he was to give a guess on what sort of power she held in her petite form- he would have to say a lot. It was as if not he was saying she didn’t have any self-confidence, and her entire cockiness was based on the fact that she was a mutant; but considering the fact that she was lumped in here with people that could do amazing feats of unreality it was fair to say that wouldn’t could be too assured of themselves without backing it up.


“Awe egotistic- how sweet of you.” It was then Kyle stretched- his shirt riding up and offering a slight sliver of his tanned flesh. “Anyway Goldilocks- it has been fun, but I need to go see to making sure my shit is still in my room. And that is the boys’ dorms. Which from my understanding is off limits to you and your kind.” Kyle meant women but he was trying to infer as heavily as he could that she wasn’t allowed for possibly being a mutant. It was a playful joke, but he offered no other smiles or pleasant camaraderie to his exit. Well he did offer one thing, but no one would be surprised at more brutal sarcasm pouring from his lips. “Don’t let ‘Mister Cute’ get the best of you. He did just prove my theory about hot guys being egotistical jerks.” With that a nonchalant whistle escaped his lips and he headed in the direction of the dorms. That was one and a half people met- and one of them might be called to be an ally and the other could probably ‘go suck a dick’ in his opinion.

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It was apparent Dixie wasn't going to be able to throw in any type of sentence. Kyle had obviously made up his mind and was leaving. Heck he hadn't even asked her name and there he went strutting his stuff as he departed the room. All Dixie could do was laugh playfully and shake her head. She did like Kyle he was sweet... In a... I'm out of your league... don't even try it... I'm too hot for my skin way but hey, he hadn't made fun of her and hurt her like he could. Nor did he leave her, well until now... that is. "I'm sure my species hasn't stopped you from getting into the girls dorm a couple of times." Her voice traveled as if the words knew they had to reach his ears, and she needed to give him something as a parting laugh so she had.

"Now as for the blonde kid, do I talk to him or ignore him?" Dixie felt an urge to follow Kyle's warning, but at the same time that urge was coming from the darker part of her mind. The part she was afraid of. The part she didn't want to let out. But Dixie did listen to half of that urge, because she actually hadn't seen where Noah had went so she headed outside, only to be blinded by the sun which caused her to huddle down in pain. She didn't understand why the sun hated her so much. She loved the light and the heat but it just caused pain and really bad sun burns. Dixie stayed there in pain, quite vulnerable while she tried to let her eyes adjust so she could see where a shady spot was.