Noah Ainsley Hawthorne

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Character Name: Noah Ainsley Hawthorne
Nickname(s): No-No
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Senior
Sexuality: Other
Clique: Hipster
Weight: 130lbs
Height: 5'8"
Appearence:

Average pretty much describes it, dress wise. Noah wears skinny jeans constantly and tshirts that are usually equally as tight. He isn't a very large guy, standing at 5'8" and weighing in at only one hundred and thirty pounds. All around, he's pretty small. The thing that makes him stand out, however, is his backside. Noah was graced with a very female figure and was blessed with his mothers hips, which is the reason he can only usually wear womens jeans.

Bright colored clothing is certainly his forte. He'll usually wear black skinny jeans, accentuated with a bright red tshirt, red high top nikes and his cherry red framed glasses. Noah is quite anal about his appearance and loves for his outfits to match. When he isn't wearing obnoxious shades of colors, he's dressing up like gentleman. He'll wear white button-ups and suspenders and trade in his childish glasses for larger, black framed ones. His hair is always straightened and styled to what he deems perfection and just every so often, he'll line his eyes in eyeliner.

Speaking of his eyes, they're huge. Noah has awfully large, chocolate brown eyes accentuated by his thick, long black eyelashes. His nose is just a little too wide for his face and his has a slight bump in it from where his fathers fist landed on it when he was kicked out of his home. On his forearm, there is a semi-large tattoo on piano keys coming out of his skin. Surrounding the piano keys are brightly colored flowers, in homage to his hawaian ancenstry. Noah has no piercings and no other majorly distinguishing features.

Personality:

Noah absolutely loves playing piano, red bull, vodka, beer, marlboro reds, singing, singing people to sleep, snuggling, sweatpants, watching disney movies, skinny jeans, boxer briefs, boys that are taller than him, girls that are shorter than him, kittens, fluffy socks, holding hands, eskimo kisses and playing guitar. He despises anything brown, sushi, people who drink too much, people who do any drugs but weed and coke, medication, being sick, having no one to hold him, the dark, thunderstorms, the rain, being cold.

His strengths are his musical capabilities, his loyalty to anyone he cares about, hiding his emotions and faking a smile. Everyone has their weaknesses, though, and Noahs are falling in 'love' too easily, being hurt by peoples words more than he should, peoples opinions of him mean more than they should. He has a few bad habits such as smoking, biting his nails, tugging on his hair when hes nervous, drinking when he's upset. He isn't always butterflies and sunshine though, he has a few skeletons in his closet, like the fact that he's had a pretty nasty cocaine habit that he's kicked for now, he keeps his family history hidden from nearly everyone and is petrified of the day it leaks out.

Trying to describe Noah's personality is a little difficult, depending on who you ask. If you asked him, he'd say he was just a normal boy, a hopeless romantic that kept to himself and giggled at everything. Ask any of his friends or bandmates and he's this bubbly, little ball of energy who is constantly around to cheer you up and invade your personal space. Noah has no problem butting into conversations and situations that don't involve him. People that don't know Noah very well would probably say he's the annoyingly happy, pocket full of sunshine dork that they see singing up and down the hallways of school, even though no one really wants to listen to him. Noah has too many aspects of his personality. He's the best friend, the snuggle buddy, the guy with the great advice, the shoulder to cry on. Noah doesn't ever, ever discuss his home life. He would prefer everyone, even his close friends to think that everything was perfect in the Hawthorne household. Underneath his smiley exterior is a world of hurt, his mother and father disowned him when he was seventeen years old and quickly after that, his world fell apart. He's poor, which if you've ever entered his apartment, you would instantly know. Noah has two sisters, which probably explains his more feminine, romantic side pretty well.

History:

The baby of the family is always supposed to be the spoiled one, the one that is supposed to make their parents proud and show up all their other siblings, right? Noah very clearly never got that memo. Growing up, he always did his best in school to at least try and impress his family. Never got in trouble, always went to church when he was supposed to and sung beautifully in choir and never missed a homework assignment. Never was he treated with respect. Noah was always...different. The rest of his family were straight-laced yuppies, aside from he and his eldest sister, Shaelyn.

They were the dreamers, the out-casts of their picture perfect family. Coming from a very religious background, Noah's parents were insanely strict about everything and when they found out Shaelyn had developed a cocaine addiction, she was black-listed from the family, cut out of family photos and when people at church would ask Noahs mother how her children were, she no longer even included Shaelyn in the family. Like she never even existed. Although upset, Noah stuck by his family and only in secret would interact with his sister who had become clean and tried to mend her relationship with the Hawthorne family, but to no avail. As time went on and Noah grew older, he himself began to experiment with drugs, alcohol and sex like every normal teenager.

Noah began taking it too far, coming home drunk more often than he should have, wired on cocaine and his grades in school began to slip. He started skipping choir practice, started missing church completely. Noah didn't think much of it, saw it as normal teenage rebellion until he came home from school one afternoon to find all of his belongings, clothes and all, packed into boxes on the front steps of his house. Crying and confused, Noah had burst through the door to find a his sobbing mother and his belligerant father screaming at him, calling him a worthless excuse for a son, a horrible person and worst of all, a faggot. A swift punch to the face that broke his nose was the last thing Noah remembered about that night.

Noah had been exiled, just like his sister. Now, when people asked his parents how many children they had, it went from three to one. Noah and Shaelyn no longer existed.

Sample Rp:

The whole reason why Brendon picked this apartment when he started making enough money was because of the sound proof walls. Brendon liked to sing and play his various collection of musical instruments and he liked to be as loud as he possibly could. When Brendon was playing or singing, it was like the entire world around him dissapeared and the only thing that got his focus was the task at hand. The twenty-seven year old had been diagnosed with ADHD when he was just a little kid and it was very apparent to everyone that he needed medication. For years, Brendon would calm himself down with Adderol and Ritalin and any other experimental drug they could pump into him. It wasn't until he found his passion for music that the boy finally found a way to calm himself down.

Ryans beautiful, honey eyes open slowly and Brendon instantly wants to throw up, wants to continue apologizing to the younger boy. Just the sight of Ryans perfect face, barely awake is something so perfect, so amazing that Brendon just feels like he's not good enough, like Ryan should be with someone ten times better than him.

He's pulled out of his self-loathing by a sleepy voice he knows so well and a nickname he both loves and loathes. When it comes out of Ryans mouth, it's beautiful and sweet and loving. Brendon had always thought that when Shane said it, it was with the same emotions. After yesterday, the loving nickname came out of the film-makers mouth with jealousy and rage and a sickeningly sweet tone that made Brendon cringe just thinking about it. Brendon can feel Ryan move forward, feels him pressing their bodies together in comfort, feels Ryans warm hands reach up to touch his cheeks and he doesn't protest. He lies there, allowing and welcoming Ryans soft, calming kisses all across his face. By the time his lips reach Brendons, the older boy is tearing up again and he tries harder than ever to will the tears away.

Embarrassment didn't even begin to describe how he was feeling today. Brendon was a complete and utter mess over a boy that wasn't worth it, that should mean next to nothing to him. Last night, Brendon had confessed all of his sins to Ryan and the most embarassing wasn't the fact that he was kicked out of his home for being gay or that all of his siblings, aside from one, hated him and none of his family chose to even acknowledge his existance. No, the most embarrassing part of it all was having to admit to Ryan that he wasn't the amazing guy that his boyfriend thought he was. He didn't have it all together, all figured out like Brendon tried so hard to seem. He was, in fact, a complete screw up that had blown more lines than any decent human being should. Brendon had to admit that had it not been for the one other person in the world that cared about him, he would probably be dead right now because he was too stupid to get himself out a bad situation himself.

Listening to Ryans soft voice, Brendon shrugs softly. "I don't think so. I don't remember." his voice is hoarse from screaming the night before, groggy with exhaustion and laced with misery.

He allows himself to be pulled against Ryan and with all the strength he has left in his exhausted body, he does his best to squeeze his boyfriend as tight as he can, hoping to show just how much he appreciates the fact that Ryan is still here.

Ryans hand reaches up to brush away a few wild stramds of Brendons dark hair and he wants to smile, tries to even but he can't force the corners of his mouth upwards and it drives him crazy. His brain feels like it's on fire and his body just feels completely paralyzed if he tries to show any sort of emotion. Brendon catches the younger boys lips with his own, kissing back with as much emotion as he can muster up because fuck, he loves this kid more than anything in the entire world. Ryan is completely, utterly perfect in ever sense of the word. Brendon closes his eyes for a moment and they burn behind his eyelids as he shakes his head.

"No, no, Don't worry about me, Ry. You've done more than enough for me already." he whispers, throat raw and sore after all the lurching and puking and sceaming he had done all night.

After he speaks, Ryans face gets hard and serious and Brendon just wants to burst into tears because he's afraid, afraid of what Ryan wants to say to him because if the the beautiful boy he's currently snuggled up to leaves his side right now, Brendon is sure he'll die. The younger boys lips part and the words that come out sent a shiver of panic down his spine because he can't handle this right now, can't handle Ryan telling him that he can't be with him anymore. That he's nothing but a junkie.

"Once a fuck up, always a fuck up, Brendon."

Brendons mind is racing and his breathing is shallow because he's so, so afraid of the next thing the younger boy is about to say. When the words don't come out hurtful or in a demeaning tone, Brendon relaxes just a little, taking a deep breath as Ryan runs his fingers through his hair. He listens intently to the younger boys words and the heart he thought had stopped working swells in his chest because Ryan really isn't leaving, really isn't going to tell him he can't do this. Ryan can handle this and as bad as Brendon wants to tell him that he shouldn't have to tolerate the mess that Brendon Urie is, he can't. So, he lies there and listens and for a brief moment, a smile graces his pale, chapped lips because this really is love. This is the real thing.

"I love you, Ryan Ross. I hope you know just how much you mean to me." Brendon starts, gnawing on his lower lip for a moment, thinking hard about what he wants to say. "I-I just..I'm sorry you have to deal with me like this. I hate it. When he showed up yesterday, I thought I could handle it, I thought that I could be stronger than I was five years ago..but I couldn't. He just..he's so sick, Ry." Brendon sighs, lifting a shaking hand up to run through his own hair. "Shane knows he hurts me, that's why he does what he does. He just, he can't get over the fact that he doesn't own me anymore. You should have seen me back then, Ryan. God, I was so fucked up." he shakes his head, eyes closing tight as he tightens his grip on his black locks.

"No one has ever been proud of me before. When I got out of rehab, no one told me they were proud of me. My sister was still pissed and I don't even know if the rest of my family even knew I was in the hospital. If they did, they didn't care." Brendon whispers, rolling his eyes for effect. Brendon always tried to let on that his family disowning him never really bothered him, didn't hurt him in the least but it did. Brendon was absolutely crushed about it and still was, try as me might to hide it. "I fucked up. I fucked up a lot but shit, no one even cared that I was in the hospital, that I was trying to get better. Even Shane wouldn't come see me. That was the last time I saw him..the night before I was admitted." Brendon swallows, tears threatening to spill over.

"None of that matters now." he shakes his head, large brown eyes looking up to lock them with gorgeous, soft honey ones. "You're the only thing that matters."

Celeb:

Brendon Urie

Out Of Character:

Trashley, 21, 8 years, aim: xgirlanachronizm

[( shannon )]

"Noah was graced with a very female figure and was blessed with his mothers hips, which is the reason he can only usually wear women's jeans." The fact that you used this to describe Brendon Urie makes me love you already! The only comment really is to watch that you don't forget apostrophes when something is possessive. I really loved his bubbly and overly happy personality. The history, however, was my favorite part. I love how unique it was with the religious strictness and how both him and his sister were exiled. I also like how it ended with almost a cliff hanger and now you get to write the rest through rp-ing. Great application! Accepted!