A'ight, here we go

[hider=Noah aka Mr. Dumpster Fire][color=silver]
[h3][b][color=#723425]Human[/color] [/b][/h3]

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[color=#723425]Name:[/color] Noah Park

[color=#723425]Age:[/color] 19

[color=#723425]Appearance:[/color] Noah stands at an average 5'9'', though his attitude alone adds a few inches to his perceived height. Failing that, so do his combat boots. He's lean and tan with sharp, narrow facial features, further accentuated by the many piercings and tattoos scattered throughout his body. The most visible one, a large, roaring dragon, runs the length of his back all the way up to his hairline. He has tattoo sleeves on both arms, and tribal tattoos on his knuckles. Noah's eyes are brown, though they are a peculiar shade that teeters on red - or maybe he's just wearing contacts and not telling anyone about it.

Noah's hair, jet black, is styled in a sidecut with a high ponytail at the back. As uncharacteristic as it sounds, Noah is pretty fussy about his appearance - [i]especially [/i]his hair, and hates anyone touching it. He doesn't own a lot of different clothes, but the few pieces he does have tend to be kept neat and stylish, all grey, black and red. Notably, he also wears black nail polish and red eye makeup. He [i]dares [/i]you to talk shit about it.

People tend to say that Noah's face has exactly two expressions: a deep scowl and a shit-eating grin. Those who know him the best know there's a third, elusive option of a smile, reserved only for situations that [i]really [/i]call for it.

[color=#723425]Personality:[/color] The first impression you get from Noah isn't [i]wrong[/i], exactly; he [i]is [/i]just as difficult to approach and prone to anger as one would expect, with no patience for pleasantries and small talk - particularly the deceptive kind. He has a violent streak and a giant chip on his shoulder for most of the general public, with a tendency to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and not stop to apologize for it. He is impatient, flippant and [i]cocky[/i], but much the same way a cat is; strutting around like he owns any given place, yet constantly on the lookout for things that might threaten whatever temporary peace he's clawed out for himself. He's fiercely and stubbornly independent, and has trouble accepting help.

What many don't know however, is that few of his vices are deliberate, and that he's fully aware of his shortcomings - even working on fixing them, little by little. It's not that he doesn't apologize after a rude comment because he doesn't care, it's because he knows he'd just make things [i]worse [/i]if he tried. It's not that he [i]wants [/i]to get mad, but it's just so damn [i]easy[/i]. Much easier than trying to express himself through words. That shit's embarrassing, and if there's something Noah hates, it's being embarrassed.

Luckily, he's had better luck fixing his problems when around his friends - the ones that actually [i]matter [/i]to him. Passionate about things he cares about and loyal to those he feels have deserved it, Noah's a somewhat decent person around his own. With them, many of his extremes mellow out; the fire that so readily burns strangers to a crisp turns into a more pleasant smoulder. Unfortunately for them, being close to Noah and making him feel more at ease also means they're prime targets for him to mess with. But [i]only [/i]for [i]him [/i]to mess with; any outsider trying to start shit with his gang better be ready to pay. 

[color=#723425]History:[/color] It likely comes as no surprise that such a turbulent youth would have a turbulent past to match. Having lost his mother at birth, Noah spent most of his childhood in the care of various relatives. His father, until the man's grief for his wife turned into anger towards the boy who'd "taken her from him"; his grandparents, until they were too old to look after a troublemaking child; an aunt, until she grew too frustrated at the teenager who seemed intent on breaking every rule ever made just for the hell of it, and wanted him out of her house. Noah didn't even wait for her to stop screaming before he slammed the door behind him, never to return. 

He went in an out of foster homes afterwards, and after being arrested for assault - fuck it, he was just defending a friend! - he eventually ended up dropping out of high school. A fact he claims doesn't bother him, but he's never been good at lying. Unfortunately, he hasn't stayed out of trouble since despite his best efforts.

Still, not finishing high school with his friends doesn't mean he can't share one last camping trip with them before they all go out there and [i]live[/i] the way he never could. His various "homes" never made him feel like he belonged, but his tight-knit group of friends always did. Noah couldn't choose his family, but he [i]could [/i]choose his friends - and he's pretty damn sure picking this lot was the only good decision he ever made.

Or would ever make.


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[h3][b][color=#723425]Magic[/color] [/b][/h3]

[color=#723425]Magical Form:[/color] Upon transformation, the most notable change is Noah's hair: not only does it turn a deep, bright red at the roots, it flares up and bursts into flames. The ambiguous red of his eyes likewise turns bright, sometimes even overtaking his sclera when he uses his magic enough. His skin turns more ashen, and he dons a black [url=https://i.imgur.com/6ZjmzpS.jpg]suit[/url] with dragon motifs.

[color=#723425]Weapon:[/color] An ornate [url=https://wiki.guildwars2.com/images/thumb/4/48/Fiery_Dragon_Slayer_Pistol.jpg/640px-Fiery_Dragon_Slayer_Pistol.jpg]pistol[/url] of red and black [s](instead of the white in the picture)[/s]. The fiery bullets it shoots explode upon impact.

[color=#723425]Abilities:[/color] Though not a terribly versatile element, Noah's fire magic is good at what it's designed for: destruction. He can create and manipulate flames at will, provided there is enough oxygen to burn, as well as ignite things and cause explosions; including small ones to propel himself forward at immense speeds. He is also capable of heating and melting things with a touch; the longer he remains in contact with a surface, the hotter it gets. He's impervious to the heat and smoke his abilities generate, and so are his magical form's clothes (thankfully). As a side effect, after first receiving his magic, Noah is always very warm to the touch, even when untransformed.

[h3][b][color=#723425]Companion[/color][/b][/h3]

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[color=#723425]Name:[/color] Muk (short for Dotori-muk, since Noah claims they have the same consistency).

[color=#723425]Appearance:[/color] Muk takes the form of a tiny, dark red dragon about the size (and flexibility) of a cat. 

[color=#723425]Personality:[/color] Once a powerful, ambitious sorcerer capable of transforming into a mighty dragon, Muk retains little of his original personality. Cursed while in his dragon form, his human mind has slowly deteriorated, leaving him more an intelligent beast than an evil sorcerer. With that said, his ambition to take over the world and devour all in his path hasn't dwindled; it's just a lot harder to accomplish in his current body. As such, he's had to settle on devouring each and every edible (and sometimes [i]in[/i]edible) substance in his path, so he might grow big and strong once more.

... But while he's waiting, he likes belly rubs.
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