Post by NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN on Dec 22, 2011 17:46:15 GMT -5
noah bennett goldstein.
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The name's Noah Bennett Goldstein, you may have heard of him before. Yes, the guy who will pick a fight with just about anyone. He's been gracing the earth with his presence for twenty-two years now, marked by 19 September 1989. He's a California native and is a slumming away for minimum wage shelving books as a student librarian, but is moving on to bigger and better things, he'll assure you.
Most recognize Noah as the kid with the occasional black eye. Unfortunately people seem to land a few more punches on him than he does them, but that doesn't stop him from trying. More than the majority of the time he is sporting some sort of injury. Not even the cuts and bruises give him much of an intimidation factor, though. Noah's a lanky guy who looks like he couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. Add on a mess of disorganized curls and light blue eyes, he hasn't got the most threatening appearance around, but don't let that fool you. He dresses casually, like every day is laundry day, pretty much just picking out whatever he can find that at least smells clean. Appearance isn't exactly his top priority.
personality.
Noah is an aggressive person. That's that. He resorts to a right hook instead of attempting to talk out a problem. He has always been a bit on the violent side, but it's only gotten worse since coming to LCU. Arriving at the realization that he isn't as great as he thought he was angered him. His temper is not one to be tried and his patience is minimal. Known for snapping at people for something trivial, Noah enjoys confrontation and will pick a fight with just about anyone, and he starts it's hard to stop him.
His ego doesn't help matters any. Noah still believes he's better than people and isn't afraid to say that. Obviously telling people they're idiots doesn't exactly go over well. He is arrogant and thinks others are beneath him. He expects to be put on a pedestal and have things go his way, which hasn't been working out lately. Cocky and prideful to a fault, Noah won't admit that he might not be the best at everything. He's incredibly stubborn and doesn't want to feel like he needs anyone.
When it comes to dealing with people, Noah's half and half. He can be extremely persuasive when he wants to be. Years on his high school debate team made him smooth with words. When it comes to women he's a bit of a flirt, though due to his arrogant attitude, his attempts are usually unsuccessful. He dislikes the majority of his peers and hates dealing with them, and might be considered a tad antisocial. However, as much as he detests the company of others, he will use it to his advantage if it benefits him. Noah's manipulative and there are few people that he likes genuinely. Despite being fairly convincing and good with words in matters that benefit him, when it comes to polite conversation, he's terrible. Awkward and blunt, he's not one for meaningless chatter. When Noah talks with someone, it's to accomplish something, and after that's done he's gone. Shooting the breeze is not an activity he enjoys. His sarcastic remarks don't make him the most friendly conversation partner.
His marks might leave much to be desired, but that doesn't mean Noah's stupid. He's not an untouchable genius like he was in his high school class, but is still fairly intelligent. It's just applying himself that's the problem. The boy would find his effort and energy much better spent on other things than math equations. Still, if and when he cracks down, he would do well. Noah is very determined and tenacious, so once he sets his mind to something he doesn't stop. If only that focus could be shifted to school work.
Friends are few and far between for Noah. He has acquaintances that he uses to better himself, but not many people he truly trusts. He has a hard time opening himself up to anyone and hates to feel vulnerable. He has no problem with making enemies, though. Between being rude, cocky, and aggressive, he's not the most popular guy at LCU, even though he longs to be. It's just easier to hate people than to let them get to know you. That's Noah's view, and he's sticking to it.
history.
Noah had a very normal childhood, almost painfully boring. His life was just... average, nothing extraordinary or disasterous that is worth noting. He grew up in a small town, the type where neighbors actually know each other's names and people greet you when they pass you on the street. Mr. Goldstein was an insurance agent, and Mrs. Goldstein a kindergarten teacher. They weren't the wealthiest family around, but his parents had respectable careers and they got by one way or another. He grew up with his younger sister Katie, with whom he squabbled with but would go to the end of the world for. Things were good for Noah, he couldn't complain.
His school years were nothing special. Always the quiet one in the back of the class, he didn't have a whole lot of friends to his name. He wasn't shy, though. More too arrogant to believe anyone was good enough for him. He did have somewhat of a basis for those thoughts. Noah was first in his class, skating through lessons without much of an effort. He could lay claim to being first chair saxophone in band and captain of the debate team. Things came easily for him, opportunities falling at his feet without a whole lot of hard work put in.
Going to college had been a rude awakening. After applying to Stanford University and not being accepted -- a foreign concept for Noah -- he had settled for Litton-Colwell. Once arriving, it wasn't exactly what he had expected or anticipated. The professors weren't as easy to schmooze as the half-deaf old lady who had taught him calculus in high school. The classes were harder, the homework more plentiful, and after so long taking the easy route and being fairly successful, he found himself drowning in the first semester. He was failing tests in subjects he thought he was the best in, while the kid sitting next to him was passing with flying colors. Noah was not in Kansas anymore, so to speak. A small town high school and university life were completely different.
That wasn't what bothered him the most, though. He could deal with getting the first C in his life. He could handle a late grade on an assignment. What Noah hated was that no one gave him a second glance. No one knew who he was and no one cared. He was accustomed to star pupil treatment, and now he wasn't even sure if his professors knew his name. He grew frustrated, more with himself than anything, though he wouldn't admit that. Instead of trying to deal with those feelings in a different way, Noah instead lashed out at pretty much everyone he could. Which involved getting in several fights. His ego and pride outweighed his brain and reason.
Rushing KIΓ was probably the best decision Noah could have made. Initially it was just to piss off his parents, who were telling him to mind his studies and not cause trouble -- you can see how well that worked out. They were a rag tag group, but with so many misfits together there was no mold to fit, and Noah almost felt like he belonged. He could have a drunken argument with a brother one day and the next it was like nothing happened. He actually managed to make a few acquaintances, and enemies of course, but that's a given. Making up for the disappointment in himself he would use his fists to compensate, and of course that doesn't always set well with people. But he managed.
Coming into his junior year, Noah has risen among the ranks to social chair for the fraternity. In his view, all it consists of is planning things, which isn't exactly rocket science. He might not be the smartest kid around anymore, but he can handle organizing something. Noah likes the newfound power, but isn't sure if he's suited to the responsibility that comes with it. He hates his job, and pretty much everything at the moment. His classes are going are poorly as usual, and though he's majoring in math, but is in way over his head. On a whim he signed up for a sociology class, even though he hates people. He thought he had his major set, but now he's having some doubts. It's Noah's third year already, but that hasn't quite sunk in yet and he isn't taking school as seriously as he should be. Still lacking a girlfriend or even just someone to sleep around with, his goals for the school year are not all that admirable. But what can you do. Even as a junior, he's still a little hazed and confused.
hey, so i'm liz the lizard. i've been roleplaying for forever now. as well as this character, i also play n/a. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found HAZED AND CONFUSED by / on / from some long winded search that i can't really recall and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:
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Weaving through the immense crowd of idiots was easier said than done, and it had taken a good deal of restraint not to just push people out of her way. Really, did they not know the meaning of 'excuse me?' The whole dance was a fire hazard as far as she was concerned. Maybe setting flame to the place would get that message across. Though the bit of cautiousness Sitara had preserved over the years told her that would not be such a bright idea, as entertaining as it sounded. Even though sparking the immense amount of pink decorations would be extremely rewarding, dealing with the aftermath was not something she was too fond of. It was only after finally finding someone worth talking to that the thoughts of burning the Great Hall down subsided. And in true Seb fashion, he started out with one of his remarks. She shouldn't have expected anything less.
"Shut up! I brush my hair," the Ravenclaw shouted, mockingly shoving him in the shoulder. Well, if she was being honest, sometimes it was a bit of rats nest of thick curls, but Sitara wasn't the type to worry about it all that much. "Sickening, huh? Well I guess I'll take what I can get," she replied with a smirk. Compliments from Seb weren't exactly easy to come by, but at least when there was the occasional one thrown out you knew it was somewhat genuine. Her interest peaked when he began to explain that he was indeed waiting for someone. "Oh my god, who is it?" Sitara questioned, giving him a you-had-better-tell-me-right-now sort of stare down. "Oh come on Seb, you can't just say that and not give me any details," she practically whined. That was probably the girliest thing she had ever said, but she had to find out the Ravenclaw's mystery date, even if he insisted it was only a dare. Yeah right, she knew better than to believe that.
They stood there awkwardly for just a second before the sixth year grabbed her wrist and pretty much dragged her across the room. Letting out a small yelp in the process, she had to steady herself from falling over. In the flurry of it all, Sitara saw Riley waltz in on the arm of some bloke who would officially be on her hit list now. The protest that was about to come out of her mouth got stuck in her throat as she scowled in the general direction of where she had seen the blonde, but at this point they were long gone and almost to the Entrance Hall. His sudden outburst of anger had been unexpected, but he wore the tell tale redness of rage and she knew that couldn't be a good sign. "What the hell is going on?" Sitara questioned, trying to take in the words that were flying out of his mouth. "I'm sure you could do something..." she said quietly, nodding in agreement. Laxatives in toast, that was classic. She assumed that whomever he had arranged to meet was the cause of all this. Seb actually did care, but the girl bit her lip from saying anything like that. The sixth year was still ranting when something abruptly cut him off, that something being someone colliding into the Ravenclaw. Sitara groaned under her breath, this wasn't going to be pretty. She had closed her eyes and was prepared to wince when the lack of response made her glance around fleetingly.
Seb's attitude had changed in a millisecond it seemed, and now they were standing before a Hufflepuff boy she vaguely recognized. His voice softer and the anger that had been there before quickly replaced by something else entirely. Sitara might not have been the most book smart in the bunch, but she wasn't stupid and could see what was going on in front of her. Huffle kid -- she hadn't caught his name -- must have been the one Seb had been waiting for earlier. The other Ravenclaw introduced his friend, Liam. "Hey," she said, raising a hand in greeting. The slight nudge Seb gave her made her turn towards the boy, and she quirked a dark eyebrow at him. As in a 'when did this happen?' sort of deal. "Ah, little Sebastian all grown up," Sitara teased. She reached up to ruffle his hair and pinch his cheeks for good measure. The opportunity to embarrass his was presenting itself time and time again. "Get it, Mr. Belby," she muttered under her breath, a smirk forming. Merlin, this was great. He would probably kill her afterwards, but it was worth it. What were friends for, after all?
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[/justify]template credit to JACK of H&C.
