Synopsis
Why be negative? Isn't there enough pain in this world without you adding to it?
Description
Name: Noah Corin Vastabulin
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Eye Color: Teal
Hair Color: Usually blonde
Height: 5 foot, 9 inches
Weight: 130 lbs
Personality
You Can't Touch This!
Noah isn't what you would expect from a devourer or one of the few with the abilities to sense demons, or to see into people's hearts for that matter. For what she has gone through in her lifetime, she is upbeat and not afraid to torment you with information she may have accidentally acquired.
She's the type to enjoy the warm summer breeze and laughing with friends, even in the worst of times. Though her bright outlook can often be seen as a nuisance with such gloomy times and those that just wish to be depressed. The blonde isn't one to see someone sad or down and loves to be around people, so much so that her sense of a personal bubble just doesn't exist.
Even with her abundant energy, it tends to backfire on her as she is very much a klutz as no matter the size of said object, real or imaginary, on the ground, she will trip over it. On top of that, when it comes to chores and delegated duties she is lazy beyond belief and will try to find ways to pawn her tasks on to other people.
Equipment / Abilities
To Devour
She can devour the souls of demons or the living that have been corrupted by them. Her eyes tend to turn to the color of the element in which she possess upon consumption. While she has used the ability once or twice before, she has yet to learn how to control it; it usual kicks in, in times of stress or in which emotions are really high, though even that isn't guaranteed.
To See
To see demons, to see into the hearts and minds of others; or so that was what the old hermit lady had told her she may be able to touch into if she were to exercise those powers. Much like her powers to devour, he powers in sight are still untamed and decide to kick in at random. Like her devouring powers, her sight powers tend to show in the changing of her hair color based on what she is seeing or particular emotion.
Dances with Knives
When it comes to weaponry, Noah prefers a single katana. She was never trained on how to use the weapon, but that lack of knowledge seems to be just as frightening to those on the receiving end. It's not uncommon for her to pull the weapon out and casually handle it as though it wouldn't harm someone. Though she lacks the skill and training of the blade, she has gone through many years of training in the form of martial arts.
History
Imma Lean, Mean, Fighting Machine because my Mommy Told Me to Be!
Noah, ironically enough, was the only child to a couple that watched over and protected a temple and dojo. While her parents were often busy with their own duties, the elderly women that helped care for the property would watch after the young rebellious girl. She would run off for hours, throwing the poor women into a panic that was sure to bring them to a near heart attack, only to be found hiding in a closet in the dojo, copying those that were training.
When the young girl would actually follow the women around, and on the even more rare occasion, help them, they would tell her stories of fantasy; they would tell her ancient stories of heroes and demons, wars that were fought over beautiful maidens. Of course, hearing such things did nothing to help her in school as she would often find herself in detention for taking justice into her own hands. The sports teams, on the other hand, they adored her energy and her constantly on-the-go attitude and she found herself juggling much more than any sane person could handle.
Storms at the temple where her family lived were her favorites; she could swear that she could see the very wars, demons, and heroes that the elderly women were talking about taking place right before her eyes. She would sit, each storm, in her sweats, leaning against the window sill and just watch those fights. Each storm though, they seemed to creep closer and closer to the protective wards that surrounded the property until one night, a particularly powerful storm seemed to pull them from their hanging places and toss them carelessly into the wind.
The temple staff became worried about that, the few that stayed on the property with her family grabbing the ceremonial katanas and taking post that night. Her parents willed her to stay with family in the city, saying that it wasn't safe for her to be there any longer, but Noah didn't listen. Who would though? It was her home and it was just a storm, there was nothing to be worried about. At least, that was what she thought until the fighting she had thought she was fantasizing for so long entered the building that served as her family's home.
Screams filled the air that night, piercing even beyond the cracks of thunder and pounding rain. Feet slamming on the floor, the still middle school aged child was greeted to a scene of blood as one staff member seemed to be eating the corpse of another. His attention quickly flew to the new prey that had entered the room and the young girl's eyes fell to a pitch black as her skin became ghostly white.
A staring contest commenced between the two as the male moved towards her, his steps inhumane as he reached for her. In series of movements she had picked up from finally being allowed to join the dojo trainers, Noah evaded the possessed male though a new noise at the door held his attention. Her mother was standing, sword poised, though the child could never recall the woman using one. The beast lunged towards the older woman, the girl grabbed a discarded katana and pointing it at the beast as she hollered at it. The weapon would be deemed useless, for as the beast knocked the blade her mother held away, his claws easily ripping through the fabric of her night gown, a breeze picked up in the enclosed room.
The room filled with the darkness of evil and when it faded, a once blonde haired girl lay on the floor, breathing ragged, her hair the color of blood. The man that had attacked her mother lay dead on the floor as her mother lay on the floor, having passed out from the sheer shock of it all.
When Noah awoke, the rest of the temple had fallen to shambles, her father and many of the guards having not survived the night. The inherently gifted child was sent to stay with family, her mother not wanting to hear any argument as she stayed behind to futility try to rebuild what was destroyed that night.
Extra
Fears and Ambitions
She no longer trusts the thunder as it takes away more than the good it brings.
She trembles at the sight of eyes so crazed with lunacy.
The quiet brings no solace, nor solitude with peace.
A hope for a happy ending for an on going nightmare is what she hopes to see.
People happy and united with loved ones that had left so long ago.
The freedom that comes with running, fighting, swimming or just being free.
That feeling of safety and love from a loved one's warm embrace.
The Fun Bits and Pieces
At one of the temple festivals as a child, Noah befriended all small boy, one whom had backed her up when some trouble kids were tarnishing the temple grounds. He won a ring that night and told her that he would marry her one day and together they would protect the sacred land. She wears that ring to this day and still believes in what he said oh so many years ago.
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