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Noah
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IC Information
Full Name: Noah Hawthorne
Gender: Male
Age: 27 (October 30)
Hometown: ?
Hair Colour: Brown
Class: Troublemaking Relic Hunter
Role: Drifter
Bounty: 0
OOC Information
Theme: Original Character
Groups: Adventurer's Guild (?)
Player: soph


Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to unfasten your belt and look for a fight. -- Nikos Kazantzakis


Like many drifters Noah Hawthorne appears to have a past that dwindles into inexistence if one traces his name back far enough. Is it probable that 'Noah Hawthorne' isn't his name? Sure. Does it really matter, though..? Arguably not. Drifters exist to fill a need, and when it comes to chasing obscure lore in the pursuit of ancient mysteries few do it better -- or with greater style, he would argue -- than Noah. Underneath that rakish facade, if one can look past his predilection for causing mayhem at every available opportunity they'll find that there exists a razor-sharp wit and a shockingly intellectual disposition, wrapped around the soul of an academic. Granted, it's very difficult to look past the troublemaking, if only because it's so god-damned difficult to see through chain explosions and angry mobs.

He isn't the type to go looking for violent trouble, but rumor has it he's better with that pair of gunblades he wears than his wisecracking, take-nothing-seriously attitude might imply. Good enough, maybe, to suggest there are more interesting things in his past than broken hearts and burning buildings.



Background


More mystery than history, if anyone bothers to try looking -- and why would they? Like most of his ilk Noah seems to have come into sudden and fully-formed existence no more than two or three years ago. Determined hunting may turn up an alias or two, rumors of exploits and towns where his name appears on a blacklist of persona non grata as a result of some wild or difficult-to-believe incident, but Filgaia is wide and scoundrels many: rooting around in his past is a supremely unrewarding activity.



A Very Particular Set of Skills


  • ARMs Duelist: He carries a pair, one on each hip, and they do several different things, none of them very nice. He claims that most of the people who've seen them in use are dead -- a convenient story, if a man were setting out to build a legend around himself. It is verifiably true, though, that he isn't quick to draw them.
  • Well-Educated: In spite of his penchant for causing a ruckus wherever he goes and a palate that appreciates the taste of mischief and mayhem, Noah is a veritable font of information, most notably in the areas of history and culture. In the right company and for the right reasons, he can expound at length about even the most esoteric of subjects, shockingly academic when the mood strikes. Related to this...
  • Relic-Savvy: ...he has a remarkable, extensive knowledge of ancient artifacts, relics, and ARMs, as one might expect from a man who makes a living by trading on that very same quality. He has no interest in setting up shop or embracing anything even remotely like a respectable job, but if he ever abandoned his reckless lifestyle he could probably make a fine living doing appraisals and fencing other people's finds. There are few complex machines he's incapable of fixing, given the proper resources and enough time.
  • Well-Traveled: He seems to have been everywhere worth visiting and most places that aren't, and brought back with him stories enough to keep him in free drinks at saloons the world over.
  • Polyglot: Languages. Lots of them. All of them, very possibly. His own accent is difficult to place, less the product of one region than a hybrid of countless places, his speech indelibly stained by what has presumably been a lifetime of travel.
  • Sleight-of-Hand: Mandatory know-how for any scoundrel worth their salt.
  • Horsemanship: Life on the road requires a good horse if a man wants to avoid sore feet. Noah's developed a hell of a seat for the saddle, and he's as comfortable in combat from the back of a horse as he is on his own two feet.
  • Bottomless Charisma: He's got a silver tongue and the tendency to lay the charm on thick. Some love it, some loathe it, but nobody can deny that he's got
  • Adrenaline Junkie: Any moment spent doing anything other than squeezing every last drop of excitement out of the life he's living is one he considers wasted.
  • Womanizing: He does it. A lot. He tends not to stick around after the fact.
  • Friends in Low Places: Well...not all of them are in low places, to be fair, but Noah knows people -- lots of people. He's been places, seen and done things. Some of the faces he's run into have been worth keeping around, even to a man with a deep-seated dislike of commitment.



The Search for Fact, Not Truth


  • There's a longstanding rumor in Aveh that Noah Hawthorne is linked in some way to the character at the center of a dreadful series of books -- Jack Dove. They're horribly written things, borderline bodice-rippers, and so of course they sell like mad. Then again, recent rumor says that the character is based on one Vin Barrett, whose face lately graces the lurid covers. Who can say which is true?
  • It wasn't more than a day after Noah arrived in eastern Ignas before the Mamma Mia riverboat casino sank straight to the bottom of a canyon river.
  • He appears to have taken up traveling with a ferret. He never wanted a ferret, but he doesn't seem to have the heart to get rid of it after it was foisted on him -- on his face, specifically -- by a blonde in a tragic dress.



He Chose...Poorly


(Relationships coming soon!)



Music for Mayhem
Run boy run! This world is not made for you
Run boy run! They're trying to catch you
Run boy run! Running is a victory
Run boy run! Beauty lies behind the hills
Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you
Run boy run! They're dying to stop you
Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society
Tomorrow is another day
And you won't have to hide away
You'll be a man, boy!
But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!


A.R. Rahman - Mumbai Theme Tune

Instrumental

Harry Gregson-Williams - Light of Life (Ibelin Reprise)

Instrumental

Rodrigo y Gabriela - Diablo Rojo

Instrumental

Darren Korb - Bastion OST'

Instrumental


Noah

It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
A lifetime of yesterdays
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
And fades in the wind
Crossing lines, small crimes
Taking back what is mine
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me
I'm a fortunate son of a fortunate son
Living large on the wrong side of town
Too many friends and the fun never ends
Drinking and hanging around
I wanna rule the world wanna swallow it whole
At least I could kick it all down
I wanna kick it all down
I, I'm a one-way motorway
I'm a road that drives away and follows you back home
I, I'm a street light shining
I'm a white light blinding bright and burning off and on
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these, time and time again
I, I'm a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky to hang the stars upon tonight
I, I'm a little divided
Do I stay or run away and leave it all behind?
I've been through the darkest of caves and suffered
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Paint it with passion my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when this story gets old
We could be free
We could be free
Finally
We could be free
I ain't at home
Home's where I'm going
I close my eyes to see
I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain
And make myself a king
What does it matter to ya?
When you got a job to do you gotta do it well
You got to give the other fella Hell
  • Barns Courtney - Fire
Oh, a thousand faces staring at me
Thousand times I've fallen
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
And my mother told me son let it be
Sold my soul to the calling
Sold my soul to a sweet melody
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Oh gimme that fire
Burn, burn, burn
The sun may never rise again
The question ain't if but when
The sea will mourn, the sky will fall
The sun may never rise again
The silent war has begun
We're staring down loaded gun
No refuge found no solid ground
Assuming race can't be won
Don't wait to say goodbye, you're running out of time
Whatever you believe, it's easy to see
The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb
The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb
So keep your calm and carry on
The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb
And it's about to explode
I said the joker is a wanted man
He makes his way all across the land
See him sifting through the sand
So I'll tell you all the story 'bout the joker and the thief of the night


Love Songs For Ladies

The more you ignore me, the closer I get
You're wasting your time
Beware, I bear more grudges
Than lonely high court judges
When you sleep, I will creep into your thoughts
Like a bad debt that you can't pay
Take the easy way and give in
Yeah, and let me in
Like broken glass under my feet
I can lose my mind in this heat
Lookin' for the prize but I don't want blood
Order one drink then I drink the flood
You can come inside but your friends can't come
Ninety-nine problems and a ***** ain't one
So long, so long and on to the next one
Go on, and it won't be too soon
I'm gone, I'm gone, bet you saw this one coming
So long, and I won't be back soon
I am a back door man
I am a back door man
Well, the men don't know
But the little girls understand
When everybody's tryin' to sleep
I'm somewhere making my midnight creep
Yeah, in the morning the rooster crow
Something tell me I got to go
My mind has changed my body's frame, but god I like it
My heart's aflame, my body's strained, but god I like it
Charge me your day rate
I'll turn you out in kind
When the moon is round and full
Gonna teach you tricks that will blow your mongrel mind


Dedications
Take it and take it and take it and take it and take it all
Take it and take it and take it until you take us all
Smash it and crash it and thrash it and trash it
They're only toys
Try it you'll like it don't hide it don't fight it, just let it out
Steal it and shoot it and kill it, or take another route
Take it and take it and take it
You know they're only toys
Devour, devour
Suffocate your own empire
Devour, devour
It's your final hour
Devour, devour
Stolen like a foreign soul
Devour, devour
What a way to go
Evil men like to swim without water
The truth to the piety
They cheer and toast to the holy ghost
But just won't let me be
I will burn your kingdom down if you try to conquer me and mine
Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She's out to get you
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatin
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try
He knows why.


Logs and Cutscenes

Chapter 1 Logs

Chapter 1 Cutscenes