Post by Red Queen on Mar 1, 2011 2:11:47 GMT -5
Name: Noah Lecompte
Alias: Noah
Celebrity Used: Jensen Ackles
D.O.B.: April 2nd, 1979
Age: 31
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Mariatal Status: Widowed
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 204 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gray/Silver
Religion: Wiccan
Languages: English, Cajun French and English.
Vehicle(s): Beat up Jeep
Weapon(s): A few blades and various talisman.
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): A random assortment of scars, nothing overly dramatic or disfiguring.
Powers:
History:
Noah was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. He had a strong willed, righteous father, loving mother, and a beautiful older sister who simply adored him. Brought up as an innocent and trusting young man, public schools quickly became less than a safe haven for him. Noah was a meek child, shorter than the other kids and thin for his age. He was routinely bullied, laughed at, ostracized, and made fun of for his gaunt appearance. Be it through mere chance or constant worry, a gift began unraveling itself within Noah’s mind. Day after day, he woke up in dread of going back to school, but his strong willed, proud father would have “no son of his” cowering from the public. His mother played a more submissive role, seldom intervening but giving the poor boy days off when she could. Noah quickly found himself being able to predict the course of each day, not all at once, but in fuzzy, hinting fragments. He knew which kids were going to beat him up, when, and sometimes even what they were going to say right before said it. Whether it was strong intuition, or the gift or precognition remained to be seen. Puzzled about these visions, he sought guidance from his mother and father who had none for him, telling the boy it was merely his overactive imagination. His sister, however, witnessed him dodge objects thrown at him from behind on various occasions, and had her doubts about mother and father‘s simple explanation. She was two years older than her sibling, and lived a life of popularity and respect Noah envied. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was respected and loved. He was jealous.
By the time he was in junior high, Noah was just starting puberty, and his sister had ventured forth into high school, continuing her easy life of glamour. His face was prone to harsh acne, and he started growing abnormally tall for his age, but not broad. Long and gangly, the other children continued to victimize Noah routinely, or exclude him from their activities. He would often return home from school, locking himself away in his room to cry. His sister, though popular, loved him dearly. However, their age difference separated them, making it impossible for her to protect Noah at school. She would often seek him out in his room to offer him her console. Sometimes Noah would let her in, and other times he would not.
Seventh and eighth grade were rough, but Noah did make one friend. The girl’s name was Rista. She was an odd child and heavy for her age. Like Noah, the other children often made fun of her. Only instead of mocking Rista for being overly gaunt, they lashed out at her for her obesity. Both open minded, or fearful not to be from being so heavily excluded, they quickly became great friends and readily accepted each other in their hunger for companionship. Rista had a strong fixation on witchcraft, but a roaming imagination. While she herself favored earth and charm magic, and routinely practiced it without success-- Noah demonstrated a disturbing interest in the dark arts. Rista explained it to Noah as being very mysterious, but without a doubt dangerously powerful and corruptive. The words mysterious, dangerous, and powerful stuck out the most to Noah. Hounding Rista for details, she reluctantly told him what she knew, if only to preserve his interest in her as a friend. During the mid-year of eighth grade, after school, Noah and Rista met in their usual place, an abandoned house on eastern side of town. It was there Noah and she practiced their witchcraft together. She worked the elements of earth without progress or success, perhaps entertaining a lonely, ridiculed child’s dream to be special, while Noah practiced the dark meditative techniques Rista had seen “Wicked Witches” use in her novels, books, and studies. For the longest time it was all fun and games, children exploring the depths of their imaginations and feeling special as they explored ‘super natural’ forces. Only one day, Noah really did explore a supernatural force, twisting it to his will, or so he thought. Perhaps it twisted him to its own. In a violent outburst, the boy slammed his fist into a brick wall, cracking the stone. The rage from his blow was palpable on the air, paranormally strong and chilling to the bone. Rista witnessed the whole thing, momentarily petrified, and then excited. Tentatively, she wandered forward, reached out to touch his arm. Noah smiled and turned to her, proud of himself despite the bruise on his knuckle. Thrilled to finally be witnessing real magic, she began looking up to Noah as not only her friend, but her role model.
Through their years in high school together, Noah continued to grow in his dark abilities, keeping them a well nurtured secret with Rista, who was eager to help him advance in every way she could. Still ugly and gangly, she obese and dark haired, Noah and Rista grew into lovers, exploring their physical curiosities with one another. Now when Noah came home, his sister worried for him, feeling something dark inside him that no one else seemed convinced was there. She brought it to his attention, once, and they argued heatedly for half an hour before the fight ended in a slamming door, Noah leaving the house to get some air.
His days in high school became easier and easier to get through, even as an outcast. While not pretty, and still regularly mocked, chastised, and threatened, Noah found himself able to tap into power that made him dangerously stronger than the other children. In a fit of anger, he once hurled the star football player of the high school team through the class room, knocking him windless when he hit the chalk board. Thankfully, nothing was broken, and Noah was let off easy, suspended from school for several days. As he grew stronger in dark magic, the young man grew more and more convinced he was gifted, better than everyone else. His previously overlooked precognition became a focal point in his life, dead set in his mind it was there and that he could use it to further his ambitions. Alone, Noah honed his mind, teaching it to reach out into the future, and quiet it enough to allow the future to flow in at a moment’s notice. His premonitions became more and more frequent, until they were almost second nature to him. The predictions just started rolling in. Punches were dodged with ease, objects thrown from behind avoided, and people starting to look more and more like insects to him. Slow. Predictable. Weak. However, rather than destroy them, Noah saw fit to manipulate them, using his foresight to predict what would happen based upon what courses of action he contemplated. This gift would work to his advantage for years to come, and by adult hood, his precognitive senses would be powerfully honed.
His practice of the dark arts, however, was much more gradual. But certainly no less gripping. Near the end of his senior year, Noah stumbled upon a ritual that involved the betrayal of a close friend in exchange for power. Setting up a series of wicked looking glyphs in the abandoned house on the eastern side of town he and Rista frequently went to--he later called her there one night, telling her he wished to profess his love and explore her body for a while. Thrilled, especially since Noah had been growing increasingly attractive, Rista rushed off to meet him there. He held her, they kissed, she said she loved him more than anyone in the world, talked about he had always been more to him than a friend--and Noah just listened, letting it all come out. She said he had always been someone she could confide in, who accepted her for the way she looked and thought. Noah nodded, holding her lovingly until every tender, thankful, happy little word left her lips. Once she was done, he spilled her blood all over the floor, gutting her with a knife before dragging her corpse over each glyph. The demonic markings quickly drank of her blood, glowing an ethereal red that filled Noah with raw, tainted power. And he loved it. . . He would later dispose of Rista’s corpse, and the poor, heavy set girl would never be heard from again. Though Noah tried the same ritual many times after that, it never worked for him again. He later realized it was because Rista was the only true friend he had ever made.
After graduating from high school, Noah used his advancing precognitive abilities to predict the stock market, quickly racking up his millions. With time, his body had grown increasingly beautiful, and by the age of twenty five, he was a drop dead knock out, just like he always wanted. Everything he wanted, he got. Satisfying himself would always be his largest endeavor, be it for good looks, money, or women.
Through high school, he had never experienced the glories and flatteries of having women attracted to him, so when it became abundantly clear he could have them, Noah went through them in excess, breaking hearts, having one night stands, and lots of casual sex. Far from a fool, and looking to expand his ambitions beyond the simple accumulation of a comfortable living, Noah created a charm for himself that masked the nature of his power with another kind, effectively hiding his dark nature. With this done, he went on get employed within a well off pharmaceutical. Relying heavily on his charm and precognitive abilities, he climbed the cooperate ladder until he was close to the CEO/owner of the company. He was an old man, weeks away from his demise. Noah saw this and immediately moved to marry his daughter, charming her with ease. The company was willed to him, and his wife ‘disappeared’ months later. Nobody knows what happened to her, only that Noah was left a grieving widow.
It was around that time that karma came back at him and his luck turned sour. The uncle of his late wife managed to talk the stock owners into switch their attention away from Noah and he was eventually booted out of the company without a cent. Soon enough his possessions were repossessed by the bank and he hit rock bottom in a big way. Guilt seemed to creep up on him as the power he’d once called on refused to answer and he was left broken and homeless.
Starving and living on the streets he ran into a Celt that went by the name “Aden” with no last name and it was through him that Noah gained some perspective and balance. The two became friends and Aden let the younger man live with him as long as Noah agreed to rid himself of the taint that was weighing down his soul. Without dark magic Noah became a different person entirely and while the same dark impulses were still there he repressed them in favor of bettering himself. It was as if the mist had lifted or perhaps it was the demonic power that had been clinging to him that was dispelled after hours of hard work to cleanse himself.
With Aden’s help he found he had a special affinity to fire, both creating it and scrying with it and his precognition returned slowly, allowing him to see brief glimpses of the future rather than full scale scenarios of what was to come. He also learned to craft enchanted items that could boost such things as memory, strength and so forth when worn. As well as summoning small creatures, warding houses and areas and binding creatures from harming him. It was during one of his crafting projects that a large raven flew in through the window, knocking down a picture on the wall and startling Noah nearly to death. The huge onyx colored bird landed on the workbench in front of Noah and when their eyes locked it seemed as if the world stood still. He’d never felt such a powerful connection with an animal before and he was unable to look away.
Hours or maybe just minutes passed, as the pair stared at each other and finally Noah reached out to touch the bird. An electric current crept over his skin as his fingers made contact with the glossy feathers and the world seemed to shift as he found himself inside the bird’s head. Seeing himself from the raven’s eyes. He also found he could hear the bird’s thoughts as if they were his own and when he pulled back the bird didn’t move. It continued to watch him as he nervously reached out this time with his mind and connected again with the bird. He found out the bird was female named Delilah and after a long ‘discussion’ he found she’d been cursed into being a bird for her wicked actions. Which struck something deep inside him.
Going to Aden he was told the curse couldn’t be lifted, even Aden wasn’t that powerful, but given her and Noah’s strong connection she latched onto him and become his familiar of sorts. With her added power his witchcraft became easier to control, however, he also found he could raise the dead.
He found out quite by accident one day as he was picking herbs in a cemetery with Delilah perched on his shoulder and the grave he was ground he was standing on started to tremble. The soil and grass seemed to move like water as the body birthed itself from the grave and he came face to face with a rotting zombie staring at him with one eye ball lulling from the socket. Terrified he yelled for Aden who helped him put the body back in the grave. Unfortunately Aden wasn’t all that well acquainted with zombies and he could do little for Noah so he made a few calls and found a woman well versed in it. The only catch was that the woman was located in Kansas City.
Alias: Noah
Celebrity Used: Jensen Ackles
D.O.B.: April 2nd, 1979
Age: 31
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Mariatal Status: Widowed
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 204 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gray/Silver
Religion: Wiccan
Languages: English, Cajun French and English.
Vehicle(s): Beat up Jeep
Weapon(s): A few blades and various talisman.
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): A random assortment of scars, nothing overly dramatic or disfiguring.
Powers:
- Novice Level 2 Precognitive: He can see brief flashes of the future that are vague at best.
- Master Level 1 Witch: Talisman creation, summoning, warding, binding, healing, elemental creation/manipulation(Fire, he can create small amounts of fire and manipulate it at will.) and scrying(Fire).
- Novice Level 1 Necromancy: So far all he can do is raise a corpse and put it back(And not well.)
History:
Noah was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. He had a strong willed, righteous father, loving mother, and a beautiful older sister who simply adored him. Brought up as an innocent and trusting young man, public schools quickly became less than a safe haven for him. Noah was a meek child, shorter than the other kids and thin for his age. He was routinely bullied, laughed at, ostracized, and made fun of for his gaunt appearance. Be it through mere chance or constant worry, a gift began unraveling itself within Noah’s mind. Day after day, he woke up in dread of going back to school, but his strong willed, proud father would have “no son of his” cowering from the public. His mother played a more submissive role, seldom intervening but giving the poor boy days off when she could. Noah quickly found himself being able to predict the course of each day, not all at once, but in fuzzy, hinting fragments. He knew which kids were going to beat him up, when, and sometimes even what they were going to say right before said it. Whether it was strong intuition, or the gift or precognition remained to be seen. Puzzled about these visions, he sought guidance from his mother and father who had none for him, telling the boy it was merely his overactive imagination. His sister, however, witnessed him dodge objects thrown at him from behind on various occasions, and had her doubts about mother and father‘s simple explanation. She was two years older than her sibling, and lived a life of popularity and respect Noah envied. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was respected and loved. He was jealous.
By the time he was in junior high, Noah was just starting puberty, and his sister had ventured forth into high school, continuing her easy life of glamour. His face was prone to harsh acne, and he started growing abnormally tall for his age, but not broad. Long and gangly, the other children continued to victimize Noah routinely, or exclude him from their activities. He would often return home from school, locking himself away in his room to cry. His sister, though popular, loved him dearly. However, their age difference separated them, making it impossible for her to protect Noah at school. She would often seek him out in his room to offer him her console. Sometimes Noah would let her in, and other times he would not.
Seventh and eighth grade were rough, but Noah did make one friend. The girl’s name was Rista. She was an odd child and heavy for her age. Like Noah, the other children often made fun of her. Only instead of mocking Rista for being overly gaunt, they lashed out at her for her obesity. Both open minded, or fearful not to be from being so heavily excluded, they quickly became great friends and readily accepted each other in their hunger for companionship. Rista had a strong fixation on witchcraft, but a roaming imagination. While she herself favored earth and charm magic, and routinely practiced it without success-- Noah demonstrated a disturbing interest in the dark arts. Rista explained it to Noah as being very mysterious, but without a doubt dangerously powerful and corruptive. The words mysterious, dangerous, and powerful stuck out the most to Noah. Hounding Rista for details, she reluctantly told him what she knew, if only to preserve his interest in her as a friend. During the mid-year of eighth grade, after school, Noah and Rista met in their usual place, an abandoned house on eastern side of town. It was there Noah and she practiced their witchcraft together. She worked the elements of earth without progress or success, perhaps entertaining a lonely, ridiculed child’s dream to be special, while Noah practiced the dark meditative techniques Rista had seen “Wicked Witches” use in her novels, books, and studies. For the longest time it was all fun and games, children exploring the depths of their imaginations and feeling special as they explored ‘super natural’ forces. Only one day, Noah really did explore a supernatural force, twisting it to his will, or so he thought. Perhaps it twisted him to its own. In a violent outburst, the boy slammed his fist into a brick wall, cracking the stone. The rage from his blow was palpable on the air, paranormally strong and chilling to the bone. Rista witnessed the whole thing, momentarily petrified, and then excited. Tentatively, she wandered forward, reached out to touch his arm. Noah smiled and turned to her, proud of himself despite the bruise on his knuckle. Thrilled to finally be witnessing real magic, she began looking up to Noah as not only her friend, but her role model.
Through their years in high school together, Noah continued to grow in his dark abilities, keeping them a well nurtured secret with Rista, who was eager to help him advance in every way she could. Still ugly and gangly, she obese and dark haired, Noah and Rista grew into lovers, exploring their physical curiosities with one another. Now when Noah came home, his sister worried for him, feeling something dark inside him that no one else seemed convinced was there. She brought it to his attention, once, and they argued heatedly for half an hour before the fight ended in a slamming door, Noah leaving the house to get some air.
His days in high school became easier and easier to get through, even as an outcast. While not pretty, and still regularly mocked, chastised, and threatened, Noah found himself able to tap into power that made him dangerously stronger than the other children. In a fit of anger, he once hurled the star football player of the high school team through the class room, knocking him windless when he hit the chalk board. Thankfully, nothing was broken, and Noah was let off easy, suspended from school for several days. As he grew stronger in dark magic, the young man grew more and more convinced he was gifted, better than everyone else. His previously overlooked precognition became a focal point in his life, dead set in his mind it was there and that he could use it to further his ambitions. Alone, Noah honed his mind, teaching it to reach out into the future, and quiet it enough to allow the future to flow in at a moment’s notice. His premonitions became more and more frequent, until they were almost second nature to him. The predictions just started rolling in. Punches were dodged with ease, objects thrown from behind avoided, and people starting to look more and more like insects to him. Slow. Predictable. Weak. However, rather than destroy them, Noah saw fit to manipulate them, using his foresight to predict what would happen based upon what courses of action he contemplated. This gift would work to his advantage for years to come, and by adult hood, his precognitive senses would be powerfully honed.
His practice of the dark arts, however, was much more gradual. But certainly no less gripping. Near the end of his senior year, Noah stumbled upon a ritual that involved the betrayal of a close friend in exchange for power. Setting up a series of wicked looking glyphs in the abandoned house on the eastern side of town he and Rista frequently went to--he later called her there one night, telling her he wished to profess his love and explore her body for a while. Thrilled, especially since Noah had been growing increasingly attractive, Rista rushed off to meet him there. He held her, they kissed, she said she loved him more than anyone in the world, talked about he had always been more to him than a friend--and Noah just listened, letting it all come out. She said he had always been someone she could confide in, who accepted her for the way she looked and thought. Noah nodded, holding her lovingly until every tender, thankful, happy little word left her lips. Once she was done, he spilled her blood all over the floor, gutting her with a knife before dragging her corpse over each glyph. The demonic markings quickly drank of her blood, glowing an ethereal red that filled Noah with raw, tainted power. And he loved it. . . He would later dispose of Rista’s corpse, and the poor, heavy set girl would never be heard from again. Though Noah tried the same ritual many times after that, it never worked for him again. He later realized it was because Rista was the only true friend he had ever made.
After graduating from high school, Noah used his advancing precognitive abilities to predict the stock market, quickly racking up his millions. With time, his body had grown increasingly beautiful, and by the age of twenty five, he was a drop dead knock out, just like he always wanted. Everything he wanted, he got. Satisfying himself would always be his largest endeavor, be it for good looks, money, or women.
Through high school, he had never experienced the glories and flatteries of having women attracted to him, so when it became abundantly clear he could have them, Noah went through them in excess, breaking hearts, having one night stands, and lots of casual sex. Far from a fool, and looking to expand his ambitions beyond the simple accumulation of a comfortable living, Noah created a charm for himself that masked the nature of his power with another kind, effectively hiding his dark nature. With this done, he went on get employed within a well off pharmaceutical. Relying heavily on his charm and precognitive abilities, he climbed the cooperate ladder until he was close to the CEO/owner of the company. He was an old man, weeks away from his demise. Noah saw this and immediately moved to marry his daughter, charming her with ease. The company was willed to him, and his wife ‘disappeared’ months later. Nobody knows what happened to her, only that Noah was left a grieving widow.
It was around that time that karma came back at him and his luck turned sour. The uncle of his late wife managed to talk the stock owners into switch their attention away from Noah and he was eventually booted out of the company without a cent. Soon enough his possessions were repossessed by the bank and he hit rock bottom in a big way. Guilt seemed to creep up on him as the power he’d once called on refused to answer and he was left broken and homeless.
Starving and living on the streets he ran into a Celt that went by the name “Aden” with no last name and it was through him that Noah gained some perspective and balance. The two became friends and Aden let the younger man live with him as long as Noah agreed to rid himself of the taint that was weighing down his soul. Without dark magic Noah became a different person entirely and while the same dark impulses were still there he repressed them in favor of bettering himself. It was as if the mist had lifted or perhaps it was the demonic power that had been clinging to him that was dispelled after hours of hard work to cleanse himself.
With Aden’s help he found he had a special affinity to fire, both creating it and scrying with it and his precognition returned slowly, allowing him to see brief glimpses of the future rather than full scale scenarios of what was to come. He also learned to craft enchanted items that could boost such things as memory, strength and so forth when worn. As well as summoning small creatures, warding houses and areas and binding creatures from harming him. It was during one of his crafting projects that a large raven flew in through the window, knocking down a picture on the wall and startling Noah nearly to death. The huge onyx colored bird landed on the workbench in front of Noah and when their eyes locked it seemed as if the world stood still. He’d never felt such a powerful connection with an animal before and he was unable to look away.
Hours or maybe just minutes passed, as the pair stared at each other and finally Noah reached out to touch the bird. An electric current crept over his skin as his fingers made contact with the glossy feathers and the world seemed to shift as he found himself inside the bird’s head. Seeing himself from the raven’s eyes. He also found he could hear the bird’s thoughts as if they were his own and when he pulled back the bird didn’t move. It continued to watch him as he nervously reached out this time with his mind and connected again with the bird. He found out the bird was female named Delilah and after a long ‘discussion’ he found she’d been cursed into being a bird for her wicked actions. Which struck something deep inside him.
Going to Aden he was told the curse couldn’t be lifted, even Aden wasn’t that powerful, but given her and Noah’s strong connection she latched onto him and become his familiar of sorts. With her added power his witchcraft became easier to control, however, he also found he could raise the dead.
He found out quite by accident one day as he was picking herbs in a cemetery with Delilah perched on his shoulder and the grave he was ground he was standing on started to tremble. The soil and grass seemed to move like water as the body birthed itself from the grave and he came face to face with a rotting zombie staring at him with one eye ball lulling from the socket. Terrified he yelled for Aden who helped him put the body back in the grave. Unfortunately Aden wasn’t all that well acquainted with zombies and he could do little for Noah so he made a few calls and found a woman well versed in it. The only catch was that the woman was located in Kansas City.
