Post by Noah Masuno on May 10, 2014 14:33:18 GMT -7
NOAH MASUNO
Noah Masuno Seventeen Noble Noh-Noh/Noah Sacrifice Palmon - Lalamon - Floramon FACE CLAIM: Renzou Shima ANIMANGA: Ao No Exorcist GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5 feet 8 inches WEIGHT: 146 Pounds APPEARANCE The first thing you’ll notice about Noah would probably be his really soft pastel pink hair. His eyes are also a mystery; they have a really strange dark tint in them, most would say they are brown or silver as they change depending on the lighting. His nose and mouth are nothing special quite petit and simple-looking, actually. He is really pale, and while he doesn’t mind going around under the sun-light his skin never get’s any tan at all, if anything he gets a pinkish sun-burn he doesn’t favor at all. His cheeks and lips, however, retain the pinkish tint from his hair. One would assume that is his trademark color. When it comes to clothing he prefers to look out for interesting clothing pieces. He prefers shorts and a comfy shirt and maybe a hoodie or two, whatever that doesn’t make him too warm and sweaty. His preferred to wear is green, and he is almost never seen with anything red on him. Red and pink just do not go well together do they? Besides, red is not a color that could describe his interests or anything so it just doesn’t fit him at all. He wears some rings in his hands and he has two black circular earrings than from a distance might look like he has ear expansions. He also has a school-looking yellow smiley-face decorated back bag hanging from him almost at all times. LIKES
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So… How it happened you ask? Well it wasn’t a different that than the others. Noah being the middle kid, could do what he pleased. He was the invisible one, and while they cared about him, there was not the same pressure on him than on either of his siblings who were watched almost 24/7. It was expected that they wouldn’t find out. And Noah did know it was not going to be a normal day at all. His cellular phone had stopped working earlier that morning, for some odd reason, and the only thing the screen would show was a small message. It had something to say with Digital stuff, something that, as a teen he knew a lot about but still he hadn’t being able to figure what the hell was wrong with his phone. He could access internet as ever, but the page would glitch every now and then, and every page he searched had this small glitch patches on them. Weird, maybe it was just some connection error? But dialing the phone didn’t help either, hmmm… It wouldn’t even ring. But then it happened when he took the laptop outside (hoping he would find some proper Wi-Fi connection)…. He dropped the Computer. But who would dare to get mad at him? He had one of the monsters people would start talking about in a few days. He now had a Digimon, a living creature who simply came out of the computer…as weird as it sounds. MEMBER NAME: Doomy AGE: Seventeen OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Lori placed her hand on the apartment door, slowly pushing it to make her way inside. The same hand traveled through her brunette locks as she used her free hand to push the door to the opposite direction, to close it shut. The day was finally over, and as relatable as it did sound: she was too glad for her own well-being. Since the second she had seen the first ray of sun of the day she just had this feeling it was not going to be good, and while she kept a positive attitude through it she had to give in and accept that she simply could not deny they day was moving into the wrong direction since the very start. She was still not used to the big Metropolis, feeling like a foreigner and she had almost nobody to talk to, she was like a dependable lost puppy trying to find her home. She had felt dizzy the whole day, and her lips were all broken and had little cuts with clothed blood visible in them. Her skin was also a bit flakey and felt a bit dry to the touch. The side effects of her living in the dryness of her newly found home were not that abrasive but still annoying for the seventeen years old Mermaid. She should have known best than just using the shower part of her bathroom those days, it was not enough to completely turn her back and she had not dispelled the magic either. She had kept her human form indefinitely for almost a complete week and she had to let it rest and get some underwater time to regain strength. Thanks god she had her glass made-of tube or tank in which she could fill with water and take a bath. The girl looked at her owns elf in the mirror, she didn’t understood why humans dared to use so many products on their faces. Her lips had this pink tint to them and her eyelashes covered in the back fluid they called mascara. She tried to minimize the use of the oh so called make up though. It was comparable to the Atlanteans who chose to mask themselves with differently tinted colorful tribal patterns on their body’s or Atlantean women’s replacement of make up which were made of natural ocean ingredients and scientifically fabricated, she guessed it was somewhat similar. But her patterns didn’t really ever wear either, nor did they expose her to those type of things…oh her parents, they were almost just an illusion now, she could only wonder how they were doing at the moment. “I hope they are doing fine…” she said in a low tone, just for herself. She untied her hair and unbuttoned her shirt and took every other piece of clothing and accessory. As she placed her first leg in, some small shiny scales started to flicked from her skin, and as she placed her other feet and submerged herself the whole spell was nullified. Her lower body and breasts were covered in scales, just as some parts of her lower back and even her arms had these shiny scales. Her fingers were now just a bit webbed, enough to make it easier to swim and her legs were replaced by a long tale with a big and powerful fin. The mermaid embraced herself underwater and fell asleep aiming to recover from her dehydration and exhaustion. |
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