Noah
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Noah: 10 Rift Force | |||||||
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Appearance and conformation
x Conformation | Gypsy Vanner
x Colouring | Golden palomino; splash white makings x Eyes | Sea-green x Height | 17 hands high x Mane | Thick, flaxen; sparse, small ivory feathers down the nape x Tail | Thick, long, flaxen; small ivory feathers to the end of the dock x Markings | As though a bucket of paint has been dropped from above, palomino markings seem to drip down his body from the mid-ridge of his nose, to just above his hocks; drips descend down shoulder to encompass wing joints; few small 'palomino' spots, irregularly placed along the line between colours; a small seahorse shaped spot on his right thigh x Legs | Heavily feathered legs; white x Wings | Enormous; heavily feathered, golden/palomino x Voice | Normally soft, youthful; inexperienced, though earnest x Scent | Briny x Wears | Nothing yet Crafted with brawn and bravado, silver and gold, he moves with billowing strength and unadulterated refinement. The bloodline he bears is long (centuries old) and distinguished, an untainted strain of colour and class; feather and hair. From their lofty vantage, nestled into a face splashed with gold, large, clear, aquamarine eyes consider an ever-turning world; gold descends part way into a clean-white, velvet nose - his skull is small (considering his size), straight and tidy - ’sweet’. The candid expression he owns, is framed by long curtains of silken ivory, and throughout is hidden a charming array of small, same-hued feathers; occasionally they peek through. In much the same fashion, mane cascades down from his crest like a glistening waterfall, shrouding the gilt, painted muscular neck below; this, in turn, dives beneath well-rounded withers, between large sloping shoulders, above a broad, burly chest - drizzled above with colour. A ragged golden line divides the top and bottom of his barrel; it traces symmetrically enough on either side, down the healthy curve of well-sprung ribs to engulf the joint of his wings. Irregular golden flakes dot the perimeter. Extensive white feathering plunges from knee and hock to enclose canons and four pastel hooves. From shoulders right and left, grow magnificently vast appendages; eagle-type wings, bountifully feathered (even fluffy in appearance), with glossy palomino tone. His back is short coupled, hindquarters brawny, and what they lack in agility, speed, they assume almost double the strength. A rich, sun-kissed rump sprouts tail-hair (and feathers), identical to his mane; it is thick, luscious and sweeps the earth below. |
Strengths and weaknesses
x Manly | having or denoting those good qualities traditionally associated with men, such as courage, strength, and spirit.
x Personable | having an agreeable or pleasing personality; affable; amiable; sociable x Artful | showing creative skill or taste. x Caring | displaying kindness and concern for others. x Unconventional | not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed. x Genuine | free of deceit; truthful and sincere. x High-minded | having or showing intelligence and a strong moral character. x Moral | concerned with the principles of right and wrong behaviour. x Pensive | engaged in, involving, or reflecting deep or serious thought. x Hasty | acting with excessive speed or insufficient consideration; quick-tempered. x Messy | untidy or dirty. x Intolerant | not tolerant of views, beliefs, or behaviour that differ from one's own. x Sceptical | not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations; suspicious. x Stubborn | having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good reasons to do so. x Restive | unwilling to be controlled or be patient. x Self-Conscious | feeling undue awareness of oneself, one's appearance, or one's actions. x Transparent | easy to perceive or detect. x Overprotective | having a tendency to protect someone, especially a child, excessively; jealous. A quirky character with strong opinions and even fiercer values, the eagle struggles at times to see the world beyond his narrow perspective. His temper is swift to flare in the face of adversity or behaviour he deems to be ‘unfair’, and he will not be tethered - his loyalties do sway unless there is an ethical affinity or benefit - or yield to the dictatorial hand; perhaps this is volatility that comes with his age. Noah’s moral compass and principles far outweigh the youthful insecurities of his growing character, and his brazen, bold heart can be brash and surly as a defence mechanism. In contrast, however, he is a warm, protective (even obsessive), and benevolent soul with a personable and amicable exterior. Attending to his personal appearance is low on the list of priorities, bathing and grooming are done once or twice a week (if he remembers) - though he does strive to stay toned and trim by way of dawn and dusk training. Naturally, he appreciates aesthetic quality in the fairer gender, and will not hesitate to flaunt and flatter when in such company; other males, however, are viewed with a competitive edge making true friendship hard to maintain (there is a jealous streak in his nature). Those who have won his affection he treats with esteem and tenderness, and such bonds are nearly unbreakable; the eagle can be possessive and smothering in his care, however not to excess. The stallion has some obvious and involuntary compulsive behaviours. When comfortable, relaxed, he stands with his skull lifted as though in anticipation with ears tall and pitched forward. Noah follows paths wherever possible out of habit; he is not the secretive, stealthy sort, and fails miserably at discretion. Also, he only sleeps where he can view water - whether a body, puddle or dribble - the eagle has an intrinsic love for the element favoured and respected by his kin. {to be developed} |
Likes and dislikes
x Sun, warm climates
x The ocean; taste and smell of brine x Fruit x Females in general x Flying; the open air x Snow and cold weather x Heavy-handedness x Immorality; iniquity x Isolation; also being tethered x Enclosed spaces - forests, caves Head canons
x Follows trails and paths wherever possible
x Always sleeps with water views x Rises before dawn to exercise; does the same after dusk x Kisses Nora on the paler cheek whenever he leaves her; brings her flowers every morning x When relaxed, stands with his head lifted and ears fixed forward; looks to be anticipating x Fails at discretion; naturally heavy steps and usually rowdy movement (unless he is trying) x Seldom bathes more than once or twice a week; prefers the ocean and will soak in it for long stretches |
Homeland and heritage
x Birth Land | 'Manangatang Island'
x Tribe | Moonbai x Tongues | Native Moonbai, common Helovian, common Novian, vague French x Religion | Moonbai Mythology (worship of the Moon and Sea; tribute to the earth-mother, Pella) x Latitude | Mid x Landscape | Reef, beach and wet sclerophyll forest cloaking a dormant volcano I was born on a remote, sun-soaked tropical island in the mid-Lorien hemisphere. Manangatang, named by my ancestors, was paradise. Pristine, white-sandy beaches sank beneath quiet, clam ocean-blue; the exquisite Wayamba reef throve in the mild waters all around, curving a comfortable path against the island’s rolling contours. Great, green turtles skated beneath glittering waves, sea cows grazed on vast meadows of swaying sea-grass, and a rainbow assortment of fish darted hither and thither, between flourishing coral formations. Inland, dense rainforest blanketed the rambling, rugged landscape, growing lazily toward the dormant, volcanic peak of Pella – she’d slumbered soundly for countless generations. Such a serene and isolated environment produced an iconic culture within our indigenous population - flaxen, golden, sun-kissed appearance and a dawdling, slang manner of speech (vibrant, unique words and expressions). We were winged, pegasus, and legend suggested that it was by flight that the first of our kind arrived on Manangatang. Our herd, though ultimately laid back, always followed a deep-rooted structure and perhaps it was because of this widely accepted pattern that corruption never flared from within. A council of elders several-strong stood very loosely as our leading body; should the need ever have arisen, they would’ve been called upon to make joint, unbiased decisions. Beneath them sat an assembly of qualified individuals, trained by expert parents who were taught in turn by their own, and again – their abilities were almost inborn; a Soothsayer liaised with the Moon and the Sea (humming always to the sleeping volcano, Pella), while a Witchdoctor mixed herbs and prayers to remedy ailments; Warriors defended with both weight and wisdom against the natural world, while Lore-makers protected our culture and nurtured the minds of the newest generations. A dozen others who were affectionately called ‘Gromets’, lived idly, blithely, without accountability, and young, foals, experienced a sound, nurtured, learned upbringing, free of neglect and suffering. Law was as unknown and unnecessary as hierarchy. Deep down, I knew I’d never be a warrior – it was in my blood, sure, but I couldn’t feel it in my heart. No one before me had ever challenged tradition, and I felt overwhelming shame about my inability to accept the destiny dealt to me. Born early-summer to an honourable Warrior couple, my life, unbeknownst to me, had been predetermined. Even as a young foal, this body seemed stereotypically thick, brawny, and back then my heart was bold – it was a predictably flawless and cherished combination of qualities. My parents loved me dearly, nurtured and encouraged as they should, yet I struggled to grow comfortable in my class. At the end of my first year, I was expectedly sparring with my peers in play, and learning the early arts of defence, both wisdom and strength – and I was determined to please, to fit the mould. I was obedient, if not motivated or inspired. Often my thoughts would turn to the other classes, the Witchdoctors and their practicing apprentices, blending and chanting, healing those of my own strain who’d been cut or bruised during service. These marvelling eyes would pick the silhouettes of the Soothsayer and her curious disciples as they wove, single-file through the dank, dark rainforest, away, towards old Bulln-Bulln; perhaps to learn the lullaby that might see her sleep for another hundred suns. My focus would return, time and time again, only to find my unwavering patrol partner far ahead. As I approached the age of three, the age of graduation (and onset of adulthood), too drew near. Spring marked the beginning of a customary beach celebration, within which those of the same age would demonstrate their long practiced abilities through means of an elder-assigned test – a year or two prior, I remember the hauntingly melodic hymn both written and performed by one filly, in honour of the Sea. That song was so loved by the Council, that it had been learned thereafter by youth still upcoming. How I would’ve liked to be so acknowledged – it inspired courage within me. Desperation… The day came quickly and my task was set before an accomplished, expectant and conformist crowd. No one had failed before. Seek a new altitude, highways therein; come back with rich spoils as proof you have been. Your loot is well fabled, but here never born; only a warrior’s resolve can attain you the torn.” The riddle had struck my heart with the effect of twenty thousand wasp needles, yet I had saluted the speaker with all of the bravery I’d been able to muster, and smiled stiffly in turn to devoted parents in the crowd. A long while after had been spent considering the first line given, altitudes and highways, until I was certain the path lead offshore – far away, I imagined grimly, from my paradise home. Helovia Tallsun Eightx Afterlife | Arrives in the Threshold, meets Nora and fights a tiger; Toulouse, Amaris, Vitani (her filly foal), Tilney and an assortment of companions offer aid.x Lilac Wine | Toulouse leads them (he and Nora), to Hidden Falls where they sip healing waters. x Thieves Landing | Before arriving in Aurora Basin, they are met by Roland, Lord Rikyn and Lena. x Shining, Shivering | Nora emerges from her cave. x Basin blunder | Meets Akumi (of World's Edge). x Are you going to stay the night | Akumi seeks him again, the same night. x Where is my mind | Almost meets Rhodoc (of Aurora Basin). x Don’t rush, no pressure… | Leaves Aurora Basin to explore. x Birds of a feather | Arrives in Hidden Falls with Nora. Orangemoon Eightx !! Collide | Meets Noxia in Thistle Meadow.x Our souls turn into a boat of dreams | Travels to The Veins of the Gods with Nora. x All sorts of Yayness inside | Travels to the Heart Caves with Nora; passion ignites and a child is conceived. x Visitors | Finds Halcyon Flats with Nora. x Windblown | Intending to return the the Basin, they fall upon the Threshold and come across Canaan and Sansa (and the canine he follows her). Strange Beloved arrives and introduces the power of her Master, Kaos. x Two lovers, hand in hand, eye to eye. Two parts of a loving whole | At last they make it back to the Basin and Nora has a secret to reveal. x New to town | Noah's first true task as a Basin member is to recruit, so he finds Zona in the Threshold. x Blind leading the blind | After leading Zona back, Nora and Lord Rikyn are there to welcome their arrival. x Playful pups | Noah seeks out Zona to see how she is settling. He finds her observing a wolf pack. THE MIGRATION FROM HELOVIA TO NOVUS Novus |
Family tree
x Father | Darwin - traditionally, he is a palomino pintaloosa pegasus with gypsy vanner conformation. The stallion descends from a long family of warriors
x Mother | Adelaide - she too, falls from the clean island bloodline - painted palomino pegasus with gypsy vanner conformation. x Siblings | It isn’t customary on the island of Manangatang to have multiple offspring. x Sweetheart | Nora x Children | Miette |
Relationships
Acquaintances
Vitani (helovia)
Roland (helovia) Lord Rikyn (helovia) Lena (helovia) Amaris (helovia) Akumi (helovia) Canaan (helovia) Sansa (helovia) Beloved (helovia) Zona (helovia) Victorina (helovia/novus) Noxia (helovia/novus) Rostislav (novus) Loyalties
No one yet
Bad Blood
Toulouse (helovia)
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Treasures and tales
x Plaited leather surcingle with a sheath beneath the right wing and a pouch on the left
x Sharpened Swordfish bill FutureThe rise and fall of Leviathan At some point during Noah’s life, the fearsome mythical monster Leviathan will rise from the depths and confront him. A battle will ensue, after which (if he rises from the ashes victorious), a set of resilient, impenetrable armour amor will be forged - the coverage of which is still to be confirmed… x {Small Item | \'Tooth of Leviathan\' on a braided kelp necklace} x {Large Item | \'Hide of Leviathan\' - impenetrable body armour (face, forequarters, breast, wing-arms, lower legs (tbc)} x {Medium Item | \'Tine of Leviathan\' - 30cm sharpened section of rib} |
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» An Unexpected Party | The Pinnacle | Rift Presence, Roscorro, Hertz, Ruwin, K'yarie, Zahra, Eira, Virga, Rixen, Savera, Amarantha, Valkyrie, Galahad, Rexanna, Kiada, Seiji, Korri, Nora, Noah, Waker, Mauja, Taivas, Aedion, Arithena, Sansa, Sapphira, Calypso, Peregrine, Yves |
08-02-2018 by Seiji |
The blue pill, or the red pill? | Halyven | Noah, Nora |
07-20-2018 by Nora |
Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am. | The Portal | Noah, Rift Presence, Nora |
07-11-2018 by Nora |
Hidden doors to the unknown | Rainforest Cliffs | Nora, Noah |
07-11-2018 by Nora |
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- Seawater pools beneath his hooves, increasing the longer he stands still.
- Edge of golden markings appear to ooze and drip down his body like liquid without making visible progress.
- Leaves gold dust where he steps.
- Babysit a foal and take them on an adventure.
- Steal a young Kalofin from its mother.
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