Venus

Ju-V

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“To our darling Noah:

Our Cherry Bomb. Our Hurricane. Our Bombshell. Our Gingersnaps. Our Wildheart. May your time inside that prison pass by quickly and without incident, so you can come back to raise hell with us as soon as possible! While thousands of miles will separate us, you know you can count on us to be waiting for you right here on the other side. We’ll do our best to make sure your parents and Salem don’t go too crazy without you, and we’ll send you lots of commissary things to make sure you're taken care of. And, of course, we’ll always keep you updated on all the tea that happens around these parts.

We fucking love you, bitch. Knock 'em dead (but not literally).

Oh, and by the way: fuck Howard Sterling. He’ll get his karma, babe. We’ll make sure of that.

Cheers!”

As strong as she had pretended to be in front of her family and friends, there was no hiding the tears that rolled down her cheeks as the tattooed redhead watched her beloved Washington state one last time from the airplane window, flying her away from everything she had ever loved and cared about. The unfairness of the situation Noah Cypress currently found herself in had never been lost on her. When she had first discovered her powers, it hadn’t taken long for the then thirteen year-old to understand just how easily her newly found abilities could be abused, and how dangerous their effects could be if weaponized. Only her parents and her two best friends had been trusted to keep her secret, and had only used it for practical jokes here and there as long as there was a guarantee that they couldn’t be traced back to her. And yet the years she’d spent being as cautious and mindful as possible seemed to mean nothing when, in an act of indignation, humiliation and rage, she’d let her emotions get the best of her and utilized her powers for purposely causing harm.

Noah didn’t just wake up the morning of that fateful day wanting to blow up that old bastard’s car out of the blue. Nobody seemed to care that she had been the real victim in this case. Most even doubted her story and the reasons behind the actions she took. All the prosecutors, witnesses and the university staff could see was a bitter, mentally unstable student that took out her frustrations of a failed class on her helpless professor-- because surely there was no chance that such an acclaimed, esteemed member of the University of Washington Tacoma could be capable of what they were accusing him of, right?

Wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

They were all fucking wrong.

Deep down, Noah knew that holding onto hatred only did more damage than good-- that it would only serve to poison her soul. But there was no way that she would ever forgive that filthy, disgusting, poor excuse of a human being for what he put her through. He’d definitely be seeing her after she was done with this little program-- and that was a promise.

The short plane ride from Seattle to San Francisco had gone on smoothly, made easier by how fast the girl had fallen asleep with her tie-dye blanket, her dark shades on and her earphones blasting. As soon as they’d landed Noah made a beeline to the nearest convenience store for some headache medicine, followed by another stop at Starbucks for a venti caramel iced coffee to down the pills with. The hangover from the night before had returned with a vengeance, and the lack of sleep didn't make things any easier.

With her liquid medicine in one hand and her vape in the other, Noah followed the instructions around the San Francisco airport, and soon found herself standing at the Ju-V program’s designated pickup bus stop. She kept her shades and earphones on all the while, alternating between sips of coffee and pulls of her vape. Eventually, a stunning woman that looked like the blonde version of Xena the warrior princess and an older man in a neatly-pressed suit joined her at the stop. The redhead gave the duo a nod of acknowledgement before turning back to mind her own business, not wanting to gawk or appear nosy. In other circumstances, the woman in the camo pants, combat boots and striped top would be the type she’d approach at a bar with the goal of spending the night together. But considering the fact that this whole “Ju-V” thing was marketed as a “rehabilitation program” for “metahumans”, there was no telling what powers or reasons for joining the rest of the people had. The last thing Noah wanted was to get on the bad side of the wrong person and end up injured or dead, so she settled for a few stolen glances out of the corner of her eyes instead.

It didn’t feel like she’d been waiting long until the bus that would take them to prison the program made its arrival. Noah boarded the vehicle after the blonde goddess did, and she had barely stepped a foot on the last step before the doors closed and the bus was on its way again. Her blue-green eyes quickly scanned the bus for a place to sit, and she found the perfect spot right behind a lanky young man with the coolest hair she’d ever seen. He appeared to be the most reserved out of the current bus occupants, which perfectly suited her desperate need for peace and quiet. Wasting no additional time, Noah waltzed down the aisle and took her seat, placing her suitcase between her legs and wrapping her arms around her guitar case. She rested her head against the cool window and tried to enjoy the sights of San Francisco, using her vape as a way to wrestle with the sleepiness threatening to claim her. Barely fifteen minutes later, and the Tacoma girl was fast asleep, oblivious to the happenings of the world around her.

An Aegis agent’s not-so-gentle shake of her shoulder pulled the sleeping redhead away from DreamLand, and she made her way out of the bus with her belongings still half-asleep. The lethargy, however, was short-lived. When her eyes fell on the group of people around her, Noah realized that her plan of avoiding physical temptations might be easier said than done. The men around her were certainly handsome, but it was the women who had her wiping imaginary drools off her chin. There seemed to be a flavor for every taste: different shades of gorgeous blondes, intriguing brunettes (one with a pair of stunning wings), raven-haired balls of energy… They all piqued the redhead’s interest in different ways (some more than others), and she mentally beat herself up for not putting a little bit more effort into not looking as rough as she felt. Oh, well… So much for making a good first impression.

Her moments of vaping and discreet people-watching were interrupted by the arrival of the second ferry, which took her and the remaining others onto the island. She’d kept her head leaning against a pole in front of her and her eyes closed for the majority of the ride in an earnest attempt to combat the dizziness and nausea threatening to take over her. A late night of craft beers, weed and spicy boneless wings; and a morning of little pretzel snacks and an iced coffee were a guaranteed recipe for disaster. She had tried for the most part to remain calm, doing anything in her power to ignore the way her stomach was turning in her abdomen. Unfortunately for Noah, the war was lost, and she found herself emptying her stomach’s contents overboard halfway through the ride.

A mouthful of Listerine and three cubes of gum later, and the pale, queasy Washington girl was making her way to the investigation station. While her belongings were being examined, a guard scanned for any contraband on her person with a handheld metal detector. The device was quiet for the most part, but it made alerting noises anytime it reached her hands, her ears, and her chest. There was visible confusion on the agent’s face as he tried to think of what could be causing the detector to go off, going as far as to run the device around the area an additional few times. When it finally dawned on him what it was that the detector was probably alerting to, his face turned beet red and he quickly turned away, while Noah’s cackling laughter filled the air around them.

A brief moment of amusement before things finally went downhill.

The young woman watched in annoyance as her iPod and her guitar were taken away for ‘further investigation’-- that she had anticipated. But it was the notification that her vape would be confiscated that sent Noah over the edge.

“Hey-- HEY! What the fuck?!” the redhead cried out as a female agent reached into the pocket of her shorts to retrieve the electronic vape mod and place it inside a transparent ziplock bag. Noah had tried to fight off the woman so bluntly invading her space, but she’d been forcefully restrained by another agent before she could go further than dig her nails into her arm. “The iPod and the guitar were pushing it, but you’re taking my vape on top of that, too?! How am I supposed to keep control of my anxiety?!”

“Your vaporizer is considered contraband by our standards, Miss Cypress. We have to confiscate it.”

“Contraband?” Noah scoffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms in front of her chest like she’d heard the most ridiculous thing ever. “It’s literally vapor that smells and tastes like bubblegum! It has less nicotine than a cigarette! How do you consider something that literally controls my anxiety as ‘contraband’?!” That was probably the dumbest argument she could’ve ever come up with, but nobody ever said Noah was a straight thinker when she was upset.

“We don’t make the rules, miss. We just enforce them.”

“This is fucking bullshit…” the redhead muttered under her breath, tapping an impatient foot on the ground and feeling herself getting more heated by the second. “I have rights, you know! Even federal inmates have access to cigarettes! This is literally a violation of my human rights.”

The guard rolled her eyes at the young woman’s melodramatic antics, choosing to ignore her wild protests and focus on the task at hand. By the end of the examination, the little patience Noah had been blessed with was all but used up, and she chose to take position at the side of the line furthest away from everyone as possible to try and avoid going off on someone.

The new arrivals didn’t have to wait long until a man who identified himself as the institution’s director came out to greet them with a speech. When it had reached its conclusion, the granite man made a comment that earned him the approval of some of the girls and the otter around him. Although she cracked a momentary half-smile, the Cypress girl was quick to purse her lips, conflicting feelings bubbling up inside her. The Noah from Tacoma would’ve roared with laughter at the direct defiance of authority, eager for the chance to join in and see what mischief she could get into with her peers. But the Noah currently standing in the middle of this island prison only wanted to cut her stay as short as possible with good behavior so she could return home as quickly as possible. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

With how wrapped up she was in her own head and because of her position at the other end of the line, the young woman failed to notice any conflict brewing until tasers and pepper spray were being used against them. The redhead quickly snapped back into reality, eyes scanning her surroundings for any potential threats and bracing herself to unleash her powers on anyone who dared approach her with ill intentions. Fortunately for them, Mr. Director was able to control the situation before it turned into a full-blown riot, dismissing the instigators and addressing the group once more. The longer Noah listened to him, the more incensed she became about how unfair the enforcement of these so-called “community protective” policies would be. Her hands balled up into fists at yet another injustice she'd probably have to face, and one singular, aggressive sentence repeated itself over and over inside her head like a broken record:

“Fuck you, Howard Sterling.”

Ju-V

Yay for native representation! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ju-V

@Roman Maybe someone along the lines of Robert Sheehan? I know he's probably kinda old, but that's the first person that came to my mind when I read the sheet lol.

Ju-V

B O M B S H E L L

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^{NOAH JEAN CYPRESS ◼ JANUARY 27th ( 20 ) ◼ FEMALE}

^{...Don't wanna grow up…}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{...I wanna get out…}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5’9”

◼ WEIGHT | 153 lb

◼ BUILD | Slender, Tall & Willowy

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Naturally blonde but dyed red | Straight | Usually worn down in all of its silky glory.

◼ EYE COLOUR | Blue-Green

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | FF6347

◼ OTHER |

▼ STYLE:

◼ Grunge & Alternative, Heavily 2000’s Inspired || T-Shirts of favorite bands, shows and movies | Denim Jeans and Shorts | Button-Down Flannels | Doc Martens | Converse | Vans | Leather Jackets | Windbreakers | Sunglasses | Eyeliner | Cherry Chapstick

▼ TATTOOS

◼ Behind Left Ear | Left Side Arm | Right Front Thigh | Right Side Ribcage | Left Wrist

▼ PIERCINGS

◼ Both Ears | Septum and Nose Ring

//DESCRIPTION:

Noah Cypress is the girl your parents tell you to avoid because she’s a ‘bad influence’, and it may seem that way upon first impressions. Her extroverted demeanor, devil-may-care attitude, and fearless way in which she will stand up against anyone or anything for her loved ones and her beliefs can be intimidating to some. Yet those who get to know her on a personal level will swear to Noah being an incredibly supporting person, loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and just someone you can trust with your life who you can be sure will have your back. Do you need someone to listen to you? She’ll be there. Do you need unfiltered, honest advice? She’ll give it to you with your best interests at heart. Do you need someone to convince you to buy that expensive item you’ve been eyeing for months or go out tonight? She’s got you. Do you need a wingwoman for a night out, a cheerleader and/or someone to fight with you because someone did you wrong? She’s your girl.

Cross her, though? You’d best sleep with one eye open. She believes in getting mad and getting even.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{...Hey, take me away…}

From the day of Noah Jean’s arrival that 31st of January twenty years ago, the first child of Colin and Melania Cypress had been going against any expectations set to her by others. Her wealthy, affluent parents, who had expected a boy, were surprised to find out at birth that they were now parents to an infant girl. When Colin and Melania had expected a soft-spoken, gentle, cuddly lady for a daughter, they got a loud, adventurous, thrill-seeking wild child that pushed the boundaries and tested their limits with her pranks and antics.

Growing up with awareness of her powers and using them for entertainment, Noah’s pranks of making items explode were performed with the only intention of making people laugh, never with malice. But when university professor Howard Sterling purposely failed her from his class in retaliation for her rejection of his lewd, perverted advances, the hot-headed Noah was determined to make him pay. She confronted the man in the campus parking lot as soon as she received the news of her grade, and his arrogant, smug smirk was enough to send her over the edge. With a swift snap of her fingers, Howard’s car exploded, causing damage to the vehicles around it and critically injuring the man.

Unfortunately for the redhead, slimy Howard managed to pull through, and a criminal case was pursued against her. But even with her parents’ influence and the help of the best of lawyers, there was no escaping Noah serving time for her impulsive transgression. However, through some negotiations with the prosecution, they reached a plea deal: Noah would plead guilty to the lowered charges against her, and in exchange she would serve her sentence time at Aegis rather than prison.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{...I want to shout out…}

Noah’s only motivation as it stands is to play the part of the good, well-behaved Aegis resident, pass whatever tests or evaluations are necessary to be considered ‘rehabilitated’, and return to her family and friends in Tacoma and get revenge on that son of a bitch Howard Sterling.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{...Take me away, away, away, away, away…}

//ABILITIES:

◼ EXPLOSION INDUCEMENT| Noah Jean can cause the instant explosion of inanimate objects with the snap of her fingers.

//SKILLS:

◼ PROFICIENT COMBATANT| Noah can, at the very minimum, successfully defend herself in case of physical fights with humans without having to resort to the use of her powers.

◼ MUSICAL EAR| Although she's far from an expert, Noah can pick up on how to play songs on her guitar by ear.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ LIMITED LEVEL| Noah’s explosions are currently limited to that of a medium level. She can cause a cluster of smaller items to explode at once, but in the case of larger items such as bridges, vehicles, buildings, boats, etc, she is limited to only one item per explosion.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ LIMITED RANGE| In order to provoke her explosions, Noah needs to have her selected target within eyesight.

◼ LIMITED DETONATION MECHANISM| As it stands, Noah’s explosions are only triggered by the snap of her fingers, thus rendering her powerless if unable to perform the action.

◼ IMPULSIVITY| Noah tends to act on impulse without really thinking of or evaluating the consequences of her actions.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ Colin & Melania Cypress | Noah’s loving parents, and the ones who fought tooth and nail to keep their beloved daughter from going to prison. They never once doubted Noah’s story about Howard, and are currently working under the shadows to make the man pay for the suffering he caused their family.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | TBD

▼ ENEMIES

◼ Howard Sterling | The perverted, disgusting piece of shit whose fault it is that she’s facing her current predicament.

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ USA| Tacoma, Washington

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ ORANGE VAPE MOD| Bad habits are hard to kick, and this is Noah’s most obnoxious one yet. The device seems to be permanently glued to her hand, and her constant puffing on it leaves a cloud of cherry-scented smoke wherever she goes. She has brought its charger and an assortment of fruity scented/flavored juices for refills.

◼ ORANGE ACOUSTIC GUITAR| Living up to the stereotype of rocker chicks who play guitar and not being ashamed of it in the slightest, Noah has decided to bring her guitar along for the duration of her stay in an attempt to keep her sanity, perfect her craft and learn a few lessons along the way. It's the closest she'll get to her belovws karaoke nights for a little while.

◼ IPOD TOUCH| Noah believes that a life without music is a life not worth living. Because she can’t bring her phone to the facility, she hopes this can be a suitable replacement. She has gone through the grueling process of downloading over two thousand songs to ensure her musical needs are met throughout this process.

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_{...It's the same old shit, never ends…}

✨♡ Venus' Character Storage ♡✨

Bombshell (Ju-V)

B O M B S H E L L

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^{NOAH JEAN CYPRESS ◼ JANUARY 27th ( 20 ) ◼ FEMALE}

^{...Don't wanna grow up…}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{...I wanna get out…}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5’9”

◼ WEIGHT | 153 lb

◼ BUILD | Slender, Tall & Willowy

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Naturally blonde but dyed red | Straight | Usually worn down in all of its silky glory.

◼ EYE COLOUR | Blue-Green

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | FF6347

◼ OTHER |

▼ STYLE:

◼ Grunge & Alternative, Heavily 2000’s Inspired || T-Shirts of favorite bands, shows and movies | Denim Jeans and Shorts | Button-Down Flannels | Doc Martens | Converse | Vans | Leather Jackets | Windbreakers | Sunglasses | Eyeliner | Cherry Chapstick

▼ TATTOOS

◼ Behind Left Ear | Left Side Arm | Right Front Thigh | Right Side Ribcage | Left Wrist

▼ PIERCINGS

◼ Both Ears | Septum and Nose Ring

//DESCRIPTION:

Noah Cypress is the girl your parents tell you to avoid because she’s a ‘bad influence’, and it may seem that way upon first impressions. Her extroverted demeanor, devil-may-care attitude, and fearless way in which she will stand up against anyone or anything for her loved ones and her beliefs can be intimidating to some. Yet those who get to know her on a personal level will swear to Noah being an incredibly supporting person, loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and just someone you can trust with your life who you can be sure will have your back. Do you need someone to listen to you? She’ll be there. Do you need unfiltered, honest advice? She’ll give it to you with your best interests at heart. Do you need someone to convince you to buy that expensive item you’ve been eyeing for months or go out tonight? She’s got you. Do you need a wingwoman for a night out, a cheerleader and/or someone to fight with you because someone did you wrong? She’s your girl.

Cross her, though? You’d best sleep with one eye open. She believes in getting mad and getting even.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{...Hey, take me away…}

From the day of Noah Jean’s arrival that 31st of January twenty years ago, the first child of Colin and Melania Cypress had been going against any expectations set to her by others. Her wealthy, affluent parents, who had expected a boy, were surprised to find out at birth that they were now parents to an infant girl. When Colin and Melania had expected a soft-spoken, gentle, cuddly lady for a daughter, they got a loud, adventurous, thrill-seeking wild child that pushed the boundaries and tested their limits with her pranks and antics.

Growing up with awareness of her powers and using them for entertainment, Noah’s pranks of making items explode were performed with the only intention of making people laugh, never with malice. But when university professor Howard Sterling purposely failed her from his class in retaliation for her rejection of his lewd, perverted advances, the hot-headed Noah was determined to make him pay. She confronted the man in the campus parking lot as soon as she received the news of her grade, and his arrogant, smug smirk was enough to send her over the edge. With a swift snap of her fingers, Howard’s car exploded, causing damage to the vehicles around it and critically injuring the man.

Unfortunately for the redhead, slimy Howard managed to pull through, and a criminal case was pursued against her. But even with her parents’ influence and the help of the best of lawyers, there was no escaping Noah serving time for her impulsive transgression. However, through some negotiations with the prosecution, they reached a plea deal: Noah would plead guilty to the lowered charges against her, and in exchange she would serve her sentence time at Aegis rather than prison.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

---

^{...I want to shout out…}

Noah’s only motivation as it stands is to play the part of the good, well-behaved Aegis resident, pass whatever tests or evaluations are necessary to be considered ‘rehabilitated’, and return to her family and friends in Tacoma and get revenge on that son of a bitch Howard Sterling.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{...Take me away, away, away, away, away…}

//ABILITIES:

◼ EXPLOSION INDUCEMENT| Noah Jean can cause the instant explosion of inanimate objects with the snap of her fingers.

//SKILLS:

◼ PROFICIENT COMBATANT| Although she's far from an expert, Noah can at least successfully defend herself in case of physical fights with humans.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ LIMITED LEVEL| Noah’s explosions are currently limited to that of a medium level. She can cause a cluster of smaller items to explode at once, but in the case of larger items such as bridges, vehicles, buildings, boats, etc, she is limited to only one item per explosion.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ LIMITED RANGE| In order to provoke her explosions, Noah needs to have her selected target within eyesight.

◼ LIMITED LEVEL| As it stands, Noah’s explosions are only triggered by the snap of her fingers, thus rendering her powerless if unable to perform the action.

◼ IMPULSIVITY| Noah tends to act on impulse without really thinking of or evaluating the consequences of her actions.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ Norman & Melania Cypress | Noah’s loving parents, and the ones who fought tooth and nail to keep their beloved daughter from going to prison. They never once doubted Noah’s story about Howard, and are currently working under the shadows to make the man pay for the suffering he caused their family.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | TBD

▼ ENEMIES

◼ Howard Sterling | The perverted, disgusting piece of shit whose fault it is that she’s facing her current predicament.

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ USA| Tacoma, Washington

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ ORANGE VAPE MOD| Bad habits are hard to kick, and this is Noah’s most obnoxious one yet. The device seems to be permanently glued to her hand, and her constant puffing on it leaves a cloud of cherry-scented smoke wherever she goes. She has brought its charger and an assortment of fruity scented/flavored juices for refills.

◼ IPOD TOUCH| Noah believes that a life without music is a life not worth living. Because she can’t bring her phone to the facility, she hopes this can be a suitable replacement. She has gone through the grueling process of downloading over two thousand songs to ensure her musical needs are met throughout this process.

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_{...It's the same old shit, never ends…}

What Are You Listening To?

Ju-V

@Hound55 She's doneeeeeee

Bombshell

B O M B S H E L L

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^{NOAH JEAN CYPRESS ◼ JANUARY 27th ( 20 ) ◼ FEMALE}

^{...Don't wanna grow up…}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{...I wanna get out…}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5’9”

◼ WEIGHT | 153 lb

◼ BUILD | Slender, Tall & Willowy

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Naturally blonde but dyed red | Straight | Usually worn down in all of its silky glory.

◼ EYE COLOUR | Blue-Green

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | FF6347

◼ OTHER |

▼ STYLE:

◼ Grunge & Alternative, Heavily 2000’s Inspired || T-Shirts of favorite bands, shows and movies | Denim Jeans and Shorts | Button-Down Flannels | Doc Martens | Converse | Vans | Leather Jackets | Windbreakers | Sunglasses | Eyeliner | Cherry Chapstick

▼ TATTOOS

◼ Behind Left Ear | Left Side Arm | Right Front Thigh | Right Side Ribcage | Left Wrist

▼ PIERCINGS

◼ Both Ears | Septum and Nose Ring

//DESCRIPTION:

Noah Cypress is the girl your parents tell you to avoid because she’s a ‘bad influence’, and it may seem that way upon first impressions. Her extroverted demeanor, devil-may-care attitude, and fearless way in which she will stand up against anyone or anything for her loved ones and her beliefs can be intimidating to some. Yet those who get to know her on a personal level will swear to Noah being an incredibly supporting person, loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and just someone you can trust with your life who you can be sure will have your back. Do you need someone to listen to you? She’ll be there. Do you need unfiltered, honest advice? She’ll give it to you with your best interests at heart. Do you need someone to convince you to buy that expensive item you’ve been eyeing for months or go out tonight? She’s got you. Do you need a wingwoman for a night out, a cheerleader and/or someone to fight with you because someone did you wrong? She’s your girl.

Cross her, though? You’d best sleep with one eye open. She believes in getting mad and getting even.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

---

^{...Hey, take me away…}

From the day of Noah Jean’s arrival that 31st of January twenty years ago, the first child of Colin and Melania Cypress had been going against any expectations set to her by others. Her wealthy, affluent parents, who had expected a boy, were surprised to find out at birth that they were now parents to an infant girl. When Colin and Melania had expected a soft-spoken, gentle, cuddly lady for a daughter, they got a loud, adventurous, thrill-seeking wild child that pushed the boundaries and tested their limits with her pranks and antics.

Growing up with awareness of her powers and using them for entertainment, Noah’s pranks of making items explode were performed with the only intention of making people laugh, never with malice. But when university professor Howard Sterling purposely failed her from his class in retaliation for her rejection of his lewd, perverted advances, the hot-headed Noah was determined to make him pay. She confronted the man in the campus parking lot as soon as she received the news of her grade, and his arrogant, smug smirk was enough to send her over the edge. With a swift snap of her fingers, Howard’s car exploded, causing damage to the vehicles around it and critically injuring the man.

Unfortunately for the redhead, slimy Howard managed to pull through, and a criminal case was pursued against her. But even with her parents’ influence and the help of the best of lawyers, there was no escaping Noah serving time for her impulsive transgression. However, through some negotiations with the prosecution, they reached a plea deal: Noah would plead guilty to the lowered charges against her, and in exchange she would serve her sentence time at Aegis rather than prison.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

---

^{...I want to shout out…}

Noah’s only motivation as it stands is to play the part of the good, well-behaved Aegis resident, pass whatever tests or evaluations are necessary to be considered ‘rehabilitated’, and return to her family and friends in Tacoma and get revenge on that son of a bitch Howard Sterling.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

---

^{...Take me away, away, away, away, away…}

//ABILITIES:

◼ EXPLOSION INDUCEMENT| Noah Jean can cause the instant explosion of inanimate objects with the snap of her fingers.

//SKILLS:

◼ PROFICIENT COMBATANT| Although she's far from an expert, Noah can at least successfully defend herself in case of physical fights with humans.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ LIMITED LEVEL| Noah’s explosions are currently limited to that of a medium level. She can cause a cluster of smaller items to explode at once, but in the case of larger items such as bridges, vehicles, buildings, boats, etc, she is limited to only one item per explosion.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ LIMITED RANGE| In order to provoke her explosions, Noah needs to have her selected target within eyesight.

◼ LIMITED LEVEL| As it stands, Noah’s explosions are only triggered by the snap of her fingers, thus rendering her powerless if unable to perform the action.

◼ IMPULSIVITY| Noah tends to act on impulse without really thinking of or evaluating the consequences of her actions.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ Colin & Melania Cypress | Noah’s loving parents, and the ones who fought tooth and nail to keep their beloved daughter from going to prison. They never once doubted Noah’s story about Howard, and are currently working under the shadows to make the man pay for the suffering he caused their family.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | TBD

▼ ENEMIES

◼ Howard Sterling | The perverted, disgusting piece of shit whose fault it is that she’s facing her current predicament.

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ USA| Tacoma, Washington

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ ORANGE VAPE MOD| Bad habits are hard to kick, and this is Noah’s most obnoxious one yet. The device seems to be permanently glued to her hand, and her constant puffing on it leaves a cloud of cherry-scented smoke wherever she goes. She has brought its charger and an assortment of fruity scented/flavored juices for refills.

◼ IPOD TOUCH| Noah believes that a life without music is a life not worth living. Because she can’t bring her phone to the facility, she hopes this can be a suitable replacement. She has gone through the grueling process of downloading over two thousand songs to ensure her musical needs are met throughout this process.

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_{...It's the same old shit, never ends…}

Ju-V

@Hound55 HI! I've low-key been keeping my eye on this since the interest check thread lol, is it only limited to the people from the other RP?

Edenridge

_{A @BrutalBx & @Venus Collaboration
Featuring Mr. & Mrs. David & Caitlin O’Hara}

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The faint sounds of a Taylor Swift song could be heard echoing around the large kitchen of a spacious, craftsman style home at the dead-end of a cul-de-sac on East Edenridge. A redheaded young woman in teal shorts and a gray tank top could be seen by the white quartz kitchen island, singing along to the lyrics and transferring beautifully iced mini cupcakes into cardboard boxes with the precision of a surgeon. The countertop was lined up with these small white cardboard boxes, each containing six bite-size delights of assorted flavors. Meanwhile, nestled on her chest, safely tucked inside a beige cotton knit wrap carrier and seemingly unbothered by the music or the movements, was a small infant with hair as red as the woman's.

As she took a moment to watch her daughter sleeping soundly on her chest, Caitlin O’Hara couldn’t help but be filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Ten years ago, she would have never dreamed of having the life she did now. David O’Hara, one of her brother’s best friends, had been her crush since she had figured out the definition of what the word even meant. She had swallowed her feelings for years, suffering in silence as he lived up to his casanova name breaking hearts along the way. She’d tried to push her emotions aside and move on with someone her own age, finding company in a short-lived relationship with soccer star and fellow classmate Marco Brady. But no matter how hard she tried to forget, her heart yearned for the tall, curly-haired basketball star with the charming smile and eyes of the most beautiful shade of blue. That was the only person out there in the world for her.

Her late night confession a few minutes before bringing in the new year and a shared kiss as the clock struck twelve were the catalysts for David and Caitlin’s relationship. The two continued to keep in touch throughout that semester, and officialized their relationship when the O’Hara son returned home for the summer after her junior year. Her parents and her brother had been furious at first, feeling that David had betrayed their trust by what they saw as him ‘romancing’ Cece behind their backs. The O’Haras, on the other hand, were mainly concerned about how things would go considering the four-year age gap between the young couple. And the one thing both families agreed on? That their children were rushing into something they were not really prepared for.

And yet, against all odds, Caitlin and David’s relationship strengthened by the day. The young man respected the boundaries set by the Clearys, and was able to prove to them that his intentions with Cece were serious and genuine. Meanwhile, Cece continued to demonstrate her maturity and level-headedness throughout it all, reassuring her parents that she had unyielding clarity about what she wanted and who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. During the holidays of her senior year, David gave Cece a gift she’d never forget by proposing to her. A month after her high school graduation and his college commencement, the young couple’s lives were forever united in marriage. They began their journey as newlyweds in a small apartment in Westwood, and eventually upgraded to their beautiful Eastbrook home when David scored his first big contract. Three years after their marriage, David and Caitlin had welcomed their first child into the world: John David O’Hara, a beautiful boy who was the spitting image of his father. And a mere twelve weeks ago, they had grown into a family of four with the arrival of the blue-eyed, red-headed princess named Lena Kate.

As idyllic as things could look from the outside, like everything else, some days went better than others. There were plenty of struggles to be had by being a stay at home mother to two little ones under three years of age, with a husband working full-time and going away on business some nights, and trying to fulfill the duties of her small cake business. Sleepless nights, tears of frustration, time spent doubting herself and her parenting choices and wondering whether she was doing enough or even doing a good job in the first place were things the young mama struggled with some days. And yet none of that could sap away Caitlin’s happiness and her thankfulness for everything she had. Becoming a mother to two adorable children that were half her and half the love of her life and spending her days caring for her little family had always been her biggest wish. Nothing made her heart fuller than cuddling up in bed next to David with their daughter cradled peacefully in her arms, listening to her husband read a bedtime story to the sweet little mini-me on his lap.

It was the life she had always dreamed of.

“Listen DeShawn: signing with me and the agency is going to be the best decision you’ve ever made. Trust me, I’m Irish.”

David O’Hara entered the kitchen of his home and immediately lowered his voice as he talked on the phone, not wanting to disturb the sleeping bundle of joy attached to his wife’s chest. Despite only having Len twelve weeks prior, Caitlin’s figure was amazing. She had spent a lot of nights with her cousin Bronagh at the gym working out with that goth girl, Reagan’s sister… Mei, that she went to high school with. Coming up behind his wife, Davey kissed her neck and gave her firm butt a light tap, earning himself a giggle and light swat from her. “Yeah, that’s right: no luck but what we make. I’ll speak to you soon, D. Have a great day.”

After hanging up the phone, David kissed the top of his newborn daughter's head. “I did it, kiddo: Daddy just signed DeShawn Marcus!” He pressed his lips to his wife-- of course she tasted like strawberries, and his heart fluttered lightly. After college, Davey had begun working for his aunt Carise, recruiting athletes and sportsmen for her prestigious school. It allowed him to be home every night whilst still being involved in the sports he loved. On the side he also did some recruiting for a few agencies that would pay him a nice fee. One such agency was desperate to land linebacker DeShawn Marcus on their team, and using as much of the old O’Hara charm as he could muster, David had landed the coveted deal. “That’s our next vacation paid for.” He grinned.

“Maybe in five more years,” Caitlin was quick to joke with a grin of her own, pulling her husband into a tight side hug to avoid squishing their baby in a frontal hug. "I knew you had it in the bag, baby. Congratulations!" she told him sweetly, standing on the tips of her toes to reach up and kiss him on the lips again. "I’m so damn proud of you."

And she meant it. For as far as she could remember, David had always stressed about disappointing not only his parents and her, but most importantly: himself. They'd had plenty of long conversations throughout the years about his fear of not living up to the high expectations set by his father, and the worry of having to settle for always living in the shadow of the pillar of Edenridge society that was Coach John O'Hara. Thankfully, with his talent, hard work and determination, David had managed to build his own path in life, allowing him to shine under his own light. He brought pride to every person that cared about him, and continued to do so every day with his actions. When Cece said she was proud of him, she wasn't just talking about David the athletic talent recruiter. She was talking about David the husband, David the father, and David the man. She couldn't have chosen a better life partner even if she'd tried.

"And to prove that I never doubted you, I made you this." Caitlin declared as she pulled out a small box out of the fridge and placed it on the counter in front of David. "Go ahead. Open it." She instructed her husband, anticipation and excitement painted all over her freckled face.

David did his best to feign surprise but if there was one thing he knew about his wife, is that if she could find a situation to bake, his woman was gonna bake. He flipped open the simple white box that she had handed him and a smile spread across his handsome face like wildfire. “Babe…” Of course she had outdone herself. He wasn’t expecting anything less from Caitlin. The cake was beautifully decorated in white frosting with little green shamrocks, golden pearls and a congratulatory message, and no doubt beneath its breathtaking visage, it would be a mixture of all of his favorite flavors; Madagascan vanilla and fresh strawberry. “This is amazing, kiddo. Thank you.” He kissed CeCe again, pushing a strand of her bright hair behind her ear as he did.

“You’re welcome,” she told him sweetly, letting one of her hands tangle itself in the curls on the back of his head, pulling his head down towards her and locking her lips on his in a slow, deep kiss.

The feeling of movement inside the carrier cut hers and David's kiss short (a common occurrence since having their first child), and Cece peered down at her chest to watch as baby Lena's eyes slowly blinked open. "Hi, baby!" Cece cooed brightly with a soft smile to the squirming little one, planting gentle kisses on her ginger-haired head. "Did you have a good nap? I bet you did: you slept for nearly two whole hours!” she said excitedly, bouncing the baby a few times. “Mama’s very happy about that. And now daddy’s back home to hang out with us! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

David lowered his gaze to his bouncing beautiful baby girl, Lena Kate (named after his favorite cousin) and booped her tiny nose. Seeing his little girl smile from ear to ear warmed his heart like nothing else possibly could. Becoming a father was David’s purpose, it was what he was put on this Earth to do. He had spent much of high school wondering what was next for him, what path was the right path. Being with Cece and having kids with her, becoming a Dad and a Husband: that was everything he ever needed and wanted. “The most exciting thing about growing up, LK, is getting old enough to try one of Mommy’s cakes and then earning one just for yourself when you accomplish something. And I know you will accomplish greatness.” Davey moved his hand stealthily, distracting his stunning wife of nearly six years from his hand grabbing firmly onto her rear. “Speaking of cake…” He teased her. “How goes the baking for Beau’s thing?”

The firm, suggestive pat on her behind brought up a flush of color to Cece’s face, and she quickly retaliated with a smack of her own against her husband’s rear. David being the very physical type had been a quality she’d both loved and absolutely despised in the past. After all, how would anyone feel watching their crush parading around with their hands all over somebody else? Now that she was on the receiving end of it? She couldn’t get enough of it, even if it still made her blush most times.

"I'm actually almost done!" Cece announced proudly, gesturing to the array of open boxes spread out across the kitchen island. "I was packing the cupcakes into the boxes when you walked in, so all I have left to do is finish that up, close them, pack them up and take them over to Beau and Colleen's," she explained. "By the way: remind me to bake two dozen cupcakes this week if you can, please. If it hadn't been for our parents taking JD for the weekend and Lena coming in to help with LK for a few hours yesterday I wouldn't have been able to get anything done."

Marrying into the O’Hara family had come with the blessing of being able to expand on the amount of beautiful individuals who loved and cared about her and her children as if they were their own. From the day Cece found out she was pregnant, both her blood and marriage families had gone out of their way to assist her, David and their kids in any way they could. They made sure they were fed, that their house was clean, that they had time alone for themselves separately and as a couple. Anything they needed, the young couple knew they had a large support system they could count on. When people said it took a village to raise a child, they couldn't be more correct.

“Yes ma’am.” David made his way over to their fridge and picked up a small sharpie that sat on the counter. “I’ll add it to my list.” He began to scribble onto a whiteboard attached to the fridge. “Remind Caitlin to make two dozen cakes.” It was the last in a long line of reminders and other notes that Davey had written for himself; things which included the likes of calling clients, gym time, shooting hoops with Clay, the best times to call Jamie since she was currently teaching in New Zealand. Unfortunately, David O’Hara had the memory of a goldfish, so the list and the board was a necessity in his house.

Returning back to his wife, Davey cupped her pretty face and kissed her softly, watching her beautiful blue eyes flutter at his touch. “People are gonna love these, kiddo. You’ve outdone yourself.” He lowered his hands and retrieved his daughter from her carrier, taking her into his arms as she let out an adorable yawn. “Oooh, big yawn.” He cooed and he rested her over his shoulder.

Her little blue eyes widened as Mongo, the family’s British Bulldog, waddled into the kitchen causing Lena Kate to burst into a giggle. “Mongo, I swear to God: you touch Mom’s cakes, I'm sending you to Sabrina for a ritual sacrifice.” Duke joked with the pooch, making his wife laugh while his daughter cooed at the dog. “It’s gonna be weird seeing everyone without their kids for a change. Clay and Sab without Lilly, JJ and Cameron without Jasmine. Probably give Beau a heart attack, make him feel ancient if we all turned up with the next Elite.”

"Can't say I'd blame him. It makes me feel ancient just thinking about it," Cece replied with a chuckle. It wasn't often that she had time to sit down and think about it, but it was hard to believe that, not too long ago, her, those David had mentioned and others in their circle were all highschoolers worried about relationships, friendships, grades, parties, competitions, getting into the colleges of their dreams... How they were now responsible for caring for and raising little humans and the ways the children had changed them was a remarkable thing to see.

"But you know who'll be making bank today? The babysitters. With how many students Beau has impacted throughout the years that have had at least one child by now, I'm sure every sitter in town's booked for the day." The woman commented, adding as an afterthought, "Thank God for your Pinehurst family, Davey. You know I hate to be away from the babies for a while-- especially with Lena being so little and all. But damn if it doesn't make me feel better that I'm leaving them in good hands." Learning to let go and trusting their support system with the care of their children had been one of the hardest things for Cece to get used to as a mom. With John David, it had taken nearly nine months until she was ready enough to do something as little as go to the grocery store to get baking supplies without him. This go around, with her second baby, it was easier. Today, twelve weeks after birthing her, would be the first time leaving LK under the care of her namesake without Cece being around. With Lena Clearwater's first pregnancy going swimmingly, the blonde was trying to get all the experience and practice she could before bringing her own little cowboy into the world.

“I wouldn’t thank God yet, kiddo.” David raised LK in the air like an airplane and smiled as the little girl belly giggled. His O’Hara blue eyes locked with his daughter's-- a mirror image of his own. “If my auntie Carise is there, then LK is going to end up a multi-gold medal winning Olympian before the end of Beau's party.” Davey’s usually deep voice shifted in tone into one playful and childlike. “Isn’t that right, baby? Auntie Carise is gonna make you a star, that’s right. And when you need representation Daddy will make millions off of you. Yes he will. Oh, yes he will.”

Of course, he was kidding. His mother's youngest sister had mellowed over the years, and wasn’t always trying to force the family into high-stakes sports careers so she could make a fortune now. Instead, she was happy as a grandma to be with Lena and her husband Brad expecting. “I can drop her off in PH by the way.” David returned his attention to his beloved wife. “You focus on the party and catching up with some old faces. I wanna swing by Blue Hill anyway. I heard through the grapevine about some baseball prodigy there and I wanna get in before anybody else.”

Cece could feel her smile dim. “Will you be back in time for the party?” she asked her husband, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. While she was always grateful for his initiative and would never get in the way of his work, she also didn’t want to go to a party without him.

“I absolutely will be.” David smiled brightly as he booped his baby girl's nose again, and she let out the cutest little giggle. “I’m hoping it doesn’t take too long but you never know.” He placed LK down onto her car seat which sat nearby before turning and wrapping his stunning redhead of a wife up in his arms. He picked her up off of the floor before sitting Cece down on the kitchen counter. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll be home before you know it.” Davey placed his hands on either side of Caitlin’s cheeks and offered up a warm look of deep love. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Good. Because Lena said she could take both the kids until tomorrow, and Rhett said he’d take Mongo for the night. So that means we’ll have the house for ourselves as soon as we come back from the party…” she trailed off with a suggestive smirk and raised eyebrows, shooting her husband a mischievous look that spoke volumes about what intentions she’d had when she was making these sleeping arrangements.

“Have I ever told you that I love the way you think, Mrs O’Hara?” David knew exactly what Caitlin was hiding behind both her words and her big blue-green eyes. It had been a while since they had been intimate, nothing new to the parents of two young kids and a fur child. Lena Kate was only twelve weeks old, so there was still an air of sensitivity to their world. If his cousin was willing to take the kids earlier, Davey could get back to the house whilst Caitlin was out and decorate for some romance. He wanted to treat his wife like the Goddess she was, which meant some great cheesy tropes needed to be put in play. Flower petals, candles, some soft rock power ballads. He was sure that her uncle Lance probably had a mix he could borrow.

The redhead chuckled and shrugged her shoulders, her slender arms wrapped around her husband. “I think you might’ve said it in passing before,” she joked, looking up at the man with eyes that mirrored the same amount of deep love and affection that she saw reflected in his.

Smiling, David leaned in for another kiss from his best girl. “I love you, Cece.”

The young woman’s heart melted inside her chest, and tears of happiness momentarily blurred her line of sight. Those words always sounded like music to her ears, lifting her spirits and making her feel nearly invincible. “I love you more, Davey. Always and forever.” She declared fervently before pulling her husband into another kiss.

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