Noah Hulley

 


Name: Noah Hulley
Nickname/Alias: Noah
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Rank: Military
Play-by: Filippo Melloni

Personality: What can be said about Noah? He is a quiet individual who prefers to sit back and listen before adding his two cents into any equation. He is astute, keen and always paying attention to his surroundings, even when it appears he is not. His appearance can be rather intimidating and mostly he is left alone but if pushed into the direction of violence, Noah is not above putting another man into his place. He has high moral scruples and abides by those fiercely, and although he prefers to keep his nose clean he will not hesitate to interfere if the situation forces him too. He has been referred to before as both ‘big’ and ‘dumb’ but Noah is quite educated, he just prefers to keep that knowledge to himself. Noah trained for many years to be as active and athletic as he is, and knows his way around a fight. He can throw a punch with the rest of him but his large stature does make him slower than your average human.

Noah likes to read the room in silence before speaking, allowing the proper words to be chosen before his starts to flap his tongue. He is both calculated and planned, rarely leaving things to chance and likes to have a back-up plan in place for nearly everything in his life. He is neither married nor has children and has no plans to do so in the future. Noah is perfectly happy alone and has no plans to change that about his life. The man can be quite witty and often sarcastic, garnering himself a lot of negative attention from folks who are not keen on that kind of attitude. He is kind to both women and animals but is not very fond of children, often going out of his way to avoid them.

There is little more to be said about Noah’s character. He will always make an attempt to remain kind and respectful, is loyal to a fault and protective over those he calls friends, which at this point is very few. He has a fondness for liquor, not so much an addiction but definitely the proclivity is there. He enjoys solitude and quiet just as much as the ruckus at the local bars and can be found there most nights after a long, hard day at work.

Noah can be slightly obsessed with the idea of being better and stronger, to obtain the image of the man whom he met all those years ago who inspired him to join the military. He drive to become stronger has driven him to some rather...perverse methods.

History: Noah was born and raised in Moten, his Father having a hand in the ship building in and around the dock area. Noah, who had a pension for getting into trouble, would often sneak into the shipyard at night taking joy in seeing the ships being made, the process of their skeletons on display. His Father was a strict man, with a firm and calloused hand and being that his Mother died when he was very young, strictness was all Noah knew. That, however, did not keep him out of trouble. Noah ran with the street rats of Moten during the day. He would steal wherever possible, sneak into private areas with the others as often as he could and saw the other side of the law on many occasions. His Father’s harsh words on comeuppance were taken light-heartedly and it wasn’t until Noah hit the age of sixteen did he truly begin to understand the consequences for his actions.

Noah’s father grew tired of scolding the boy and the military grew tired of his antics. It was a quiet day in Moten and Noah was up to his usual. The streets were nearly empty as he rushed through the alleyways, looking for another victim to pickpocket. The boy rushed down the alleys, taking care to stick to the shadows, his hair wild about his head, his eyes ever moving. He had found his victim, a wealthy looking lady who hovered near the entrance of the alleyway, watching her husband as he missed about. A sly grin appeared upon his face as he moved to slid his hand inside her pockets but his wrist was caught and his arm was yanked backwards. Noah let out a cry and turned to face the man. His breath was hitched inside of his throat, his heart hammering against his breastbone.

“What do you think you are doing?” The booming voice that came from the soldier had Noah shivering from head to toe, vibrations sliding all across his spine. He went to stammer a response by the man leaned down toward him, never letting go of his wrist but eyeing softly. It was an eerie contrast to the physical hold he had on his arm, rough and unyielding and yet his eyes were so kind.

“I know what you are all about, boy.” The man began. He looked regal in his garb, dressed in the colours of the city. Noah was awestruck before him, unable to look away even if he wanted too.

“I know where this life leads and it isn’t pretty. Where is your Father?” The man asked, break their eye contact for only a moment to look around the plaza.

Noah shook his head slowly.

“At the Dock Yards...he...he makes the ships.” Noah stammered out a reply as best his could but hated how weak his voice sounded in the presence of this man. He was clearly someone to be respected, as commanded by the deep tones that slid from his mouth and the strong, straight posture.

The man grunted a reply and stood up straight, letting go of Noah’s wrist.

“If you keep this up you will see nothing but the darkness of a jail cell and that is a promise, boy.”

Those words are etched into the back of Noah’s brain, for it was the first time he had seen such a man, such a ferocious figure in society.

It was then that Noah decided he had to get his life together. Education became his priority. He found a boy willing to teach him how to fight, how to defend himself and it was from then onward that Noah knew exactly what he wanted to be. As a human in a world full of other creatures he had to work twice as hard to gain the respect he deserved, sacrifice so much to get him to where he wanted to be but in the end it paid off. When old enough to do so Noah moved to Taras, taking of residence there and enlisting in the military. It is here that he begins to take pride in his work, in protecting the citizens and maybe, just maybe, helping a lost boy find his place in the world.