Noa Clarke

[Noa Clarke]

The Basics
Name: Noa Clarke
Age: 23
Sex: F
Species: Human
Date Of Birth: 4-27-1988
Nationality: British
Hometown Blackpool
Occupation: Striving fashion designer
Alignment: Good
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Outer Stuff
Face Claim: Jenna-Louise Coleman
Height: 506
Weight 103
Hair color: BRO
Hair style: Long, to just a bit past her shoulders with some curls at length.  Covers parts of her forehead and curling around to frame the sides of her face.  She likes keeping it around this length, hating shorter or tied or anything.  She can go longer, but likes this length and way to wear it.
Eye color: Hazel
Skin color: Tanned C
Posture: Rather casually
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings:
Accessories: She usually wears a cross necklace nestled close to her throat, or a scarf (red).  Occasional trilby.
Clothes: Noa’s wardrobe continues to change with her tastes.  Being someone interested in fashion she keeps getting new clothes and using new combinations.  Currently she favors either boots that rise to around her knees with buckles around the length of the leg, with a skirt, leggings, and longsleeved thin shirts with tasteful cuts, usually in purple, red or white.  Other times she favors basically sundresses of the same colors, preferring to wear a scarf with it, and wearing short heels.  She's started things like these.
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Inner Stuff
Likes:

• Fashion
  
• Sketching and drawing outfits
  
• People asking her for fashion advice
  

Dislikes:

• When people ask for her help, then get mad at her when she throws things around from their closet to find combinations and clothes to use
  
• Poor dress decisions
  
• When her dreams start to come up short, and she has to struggle to find a new option with her passion
  

Strengths:

• She’s intelligent
  
• Charming
  
• She’s perceptive
  

Weaknesses:

• She’s not a good fighter in the least
  
• She doesn’t have a good grasp on technology
  
• She has an attachment to the past and memories, so will sometimes pick up discarded objects if they catch her interest.  Any time this can happen at, even in the middle of an assignment
  

Goal(s):

• Get out of Division 42 and become a fashion designer
  

Habits/ Quirks:

• The same as her weakness; her attachment to sentimentality, and picking up and carrying discarded objects
  

Relationships:

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Overview:
Noa is a young woman with a dream to be a fashion designer.  This is the only dream that she has, and it’s one that she wants to succeed.  She doesn’t know what she would do with her life otherwise, so that means she has to do this.  Admittedly she knows this isn’t good, that she has no other plans.  But she’s dug herself into this hole, so she’ll live with it.

She’s a smart girl and did well in school.  She can do things with her life, but is too blinded by her passion.  She’s devoted too much to abandon it; she’s spent years in school to learn, she’s developed skills as an artist for the sake of drawing and sketching designs, and she’s told herself this is what she’ll do.  Mentally this is all she’s prepared to do, but she hasn’t realized that she’s dug herself into this specific hole, mentally.  She doesn’t realize this.

She spends her time working on new combinations of outfits and on new ideas.  She especially likes it when people ask for her advice, so that she can see new options from what they have and further her ideas.  However, being asked usually means going into someone’s closet and tossing their clothes around in an attempt to find combinations.  People usually don’t like that, but she can’t see why.  It disappoints her when they make her stop or leave after this.

She believes that people should help each other.  That’s what she sees herself as doing; helping others.  That’s why she has problems understanding people making her leave, for one.  But even with the belief that people should help each other, she’s a bit self-centered.  She hasn’t had a stable relationship at all because she can’t handle one due to that innate self-centeredness.  She has troubles caring for people and helping them or being with them on an emotional level.  She does realize this, and hopes to break away soon.

She has an attachment to memories and sentimentality.  If she sees something that looks like it was once important to someone, she’ll go to it and take it, whatever it is.  How long she carries it depends on what it is, however.  Usually things like jewelry or shinier things is what she takes, rather than things like gifts from one to another (like books or things like that).  She just carries them around with her in memory, and so that she knows to appreciate items.  She also hopes to try to understand people this way, should she ever meet someone in question through recognition of the object.  Because she wants to help others.

She's pretty worthless in a battle, but is trying to learn so she can stay alive.  Her marksmanship and close quarters are laughably bad.  Her understanding of technology is pretty bad as well; ranging from trouble getting an internet connection to the advanced and alien technology of Division 42.

Even if she doesn't want to be a part of the Division, she wants to be a hero for people, but still wants to finish her own goals, preferring that over the danger.

Other Equipment:

• She carries a satchel with her, sometimes for carrying objects she finds, most of the time for her sketchbook and materials.
  

History

Noa was born as the youngest of three children, her oldest brother (Joseph) being three years older, and her older sister (Mary) being one year older than her.  Her father was a politician, her mother was a doctor.  Her early life has little of note until she was five years old.

When she turned five, Joseph was killed in a car accident.  Her father left his work and turned to drinking, eventually committing suicide three years later.  Her mother was alone, working hard in her depression and almost ignoring Mary and Noa.  Mary took care of both of them, despite only being one year older.  She helped them both through school as best as she could.

Noa loved Mary dearly, and even only being one year younger, looked to her practically as a mother figure.  Mary returned this view almost in turn due to her responsibilities being as such.  But due to her own problems with her own life, and taking care of Noa, along with the continued knowledge of Joseph and their father in the back of her head, and the mother that practically abandoned them, Mary ran away from home, finding it hard to do.  Noa never understood how she could, with their relationship.  But she had, leaving Noa alone at the age of twelve.

Noa’s mother took notice, and started to take more care of Noa.  Noa noted that she never did anything about Mary, and talked as if she were dead, which upset and angered Noa.  She did her best to do well with just her mother, and to ignore the talk, but she couldn’t.  It caused her nothing but trouble in her life, causing her to cry very often at home, and have hard times at school.

She turned to drawing, though she wasn’t good.  She never knew what to draw, however, so she often drew people.  She always had trouble with facial features and the like, so she often focused more on clothes, doing poor jobs in her drawing.  But that was to be expected; she had no skill.

Over time, as people saw and liked her (admittedly poor) drawings, she started to get inspired, choosing to go into fashion.  When she became sixteen she began to experiment more with clothes, starting to come out of her old thoughts about her family and choosing to move forward.  This was the path she decided for herself, as it let her forget herself, and it was what brought her out of her depression and tears in the past.

After graduating from high school, she chose to go into university for fashion design.  This was also when she started to pick up discarded objects, but she didn’t know why.  She spent four years there, practicing what she was learning by using different clothes on herself and on others who would take her advice or listen to her.  She also developed more art skills in this time, so she could actually draw.  Her sense of taste continued to develop and become more refined in the sense of clothing.

After she got out of the university, she was ready to work, but couldn’t find any.  Even any internships or anything like that.  Depressed, she continued to just work with people who would take her help, and tried to get in anywhere she could.  She couldn’t.  She began to work harder and draw more, mailing designs to fashion houses and the like, looking for anyone to recognize her work as good and reach out to her.

She was able to use this time to look back at her life and begin to realize that her younger years had changed her, and how they were still affecting her from the loss of loved ones.  But she couldn’t do anything about it, even though she tried.  She also learned why she picked up discarded objects; because of her own problematic life, and that people should have their things back, and their sentimentality, to remind them of happiness of the past.

Recently she ended up finding a discarded object and kept it; a belt.  One night, while sketching, a strange creature appeared in her flat.  She fled, still with the belt in her bag, and ran into a Division agent named Michael.  Michael used an alien weapon to kill the creature and took Noa in to be questioned about the belt and what she was doing.  She told them that she didn't know anything, and that she had just found the mysterious belt.

Noa wasn't able to provide them any real information, but she had seen too much.  She was forced into Division 42 and is undergoing training to become a field agent.  She took this option over the alternative; death.

OOC Stuff
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OOC Name: Grey
Name Color DC143C
Number Of Stars 5
Color Of Stars Red
Sample RP:

Jerome and Noa went to his room and his closet to look through his clothes, at Noa’s insistence.  He had asked for help, after all.

    “I like what you have,” she said, going through and tossing things around, such as back and onto his bed.

    “I would like them to remain straight…,” he said.

    “I would too, but this is my way,” Noa answered him.

    He got hit when she threw something out.  He pulled it off of his face and threw it onto the bed, walking over, “Noa, stop,” he said, grabbing her shoulder.

    She turned around, holding a shirt in hand.  She tossed it past him onto the bed.

    “I said stop!” he told her, standing noticeably a head higher than her, being so close.  She looked up at him and smiled, causing him to blush a little and realize their proximity.   She managed not to, not quite understanding.  She turned around and went back to it.

“Come on!” he complained.

She sighed, “Fine,” she said, “I think I can find enough over there,” she waved her hand towards the pile on the bed.

“Fine,” he sighed, stepping back, “Just…just don’t make a mess.”

She nodded, “I try not to.”

“…you fail at it,” he deadpanned.

She didn’t listen to him and simply got to work.