Post by Noel on Aug 21, 2010 16:58:09 GMT -5
Name: Noel Pierre Myeong
Age: 26
Occupation: Assassin of the Bertrand famliy, and Bartholemieu's personal Bodygaurd/"Pitbull"
Affiliation: Bertrand Family/Mafia
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Despite standing at a height of six-foot-two Noel prefers to slouch considerably to make himself seem shorter than he really is, combined with his lean, almost unhealthy appaerance, most underestimate his talents and abilities as a hitman. Which is what he usually aims for. His gait is laid back and he takes his time while walking, but he still holds a certain amount of catlike grace in his balance.
Like most asians Noel's skin tone is a pale olive shade, he has a thin slightly pointed face with arched eyebrows, emerald colored eyes and a well defined nose to go along with soft almost feminine lips.
His hair is a light brown that is parted on the side of his head and lays neatly on either side that curls inward slightly, framing his thin cheeks. Rarely does his hair ever become messy or disheveled.
Unlike most assassins, Noel prefers to wear as little clothing as possible. On the job, his most common fasion is merely a pair a leather pants and a belt sheath for his knives and gun. He views clothing as constricting, and while he will cover up a little more slightly when the need arises with a fur lined coat, he prefers to be able to breathe better without the restriction of clothing.
Personality: It's rather hard to pinpoint exactly Noel's true personality and intentions, for they change whenever he is in the mood for something different. To some he will come off as arrogant, laid back, and cock sure of himself because he usually is, but when he wishes to make things more interesting he can become quite the sociopath creating an image and personality to play along with for a person just to screw with them, which happens to be his favorite of pastimes when he isn't on a job. The french-korean is infatuated with the darkside that one tries to mask and hide from the rest of the world, so he sees it as a game to try and find what makes different people tick, and it is his aim to force one to let that mask slip revealing to the world how ugly they are inside, in the least amount of time.
Around Bartholemieu though, Noel dons a sort of twisted innocence with the young heir. Happy-go-lucky, and eager to please, Noel is famously known as Bartholemieu's "Pitbull" for his unwavering loyalty and faith, very much resembling that of a dog who waits patiently at his master's heel, ready to serve Barhtomelieu's every whim happily and without hesitation.
Background: Marie Pierre Reinard was the youngest daughter of a wealthy business man, and even though she played the part of daddy's little girl exceptionally well, she had an unsatiable crave for danger, where she met Jung-Hwa Myeong, who, despite the meaning of his name, was far from Righteous and honest.
Jung-Hwa was your typical bad boy. Rebellious and untamed, his lifestyle was enticing to Marie, whose good looks and money were fairly enticing to Jung-hwa himself. When she became pregnant, Marie's father payed Jung-Hwa a large amount of money to marry his daughter instead of abandoning her and the baby, but as soon as Marie went into labor her husband was nowhere to be found. Marie Pierre died eighteen hours later in childbirth, And the baby was named Noel Pierre after her. His grandfather, stricken by grief, considered killing the child who shared the blood of the bastard who left his daughter to die, but Marie's older and closest sister refused to let him do so, and because she had no children of her own she offered to take the baby as her own.
Growing up, Noel was given plenty of love that every child needs, but his aunt was determined to never let him make the mistakes that his mother did, and in her attepts to protect him, he spent his entire childhood sheltered and oblivious to the world around him.
When he was seven, Noel's aunt gave birth after everyone believed her to be barren. It was suddenly as if Noel ceased to exist, for now the family had the beautiful boy that they always dreamed of and he still remained the bastard child who killed his mother. At the age of 15 he had the mindset to match his younger brother's own. Noel was pleased to finally have a playmate, but he never quite understood why Francis was allowed to leave the house. He was allowed to go to something called a school, and grandfather would take him on hunting trips.
One day Francis looked at Noel with excitement in his eyes. "Would you like to see grandpapa's guns?" He asked tugging playfully at his older brother's hands like he always did when he wanted to show Noel something new that the other didn't know. Noel had been about to decline Francis' offer, for he knew he wasn't allowed to go anywhere outside of the manor, but then childish curiosity got the best of him. He had heard so many stories from the younger about how grandfather let his hold his prized rifle, and Noel had never even seen a gun in his life, other than the pictures that Francis would draw for him which weren't very detailed because the little boy hadn't exactly been graced with the artistic abilities that other's had.
Noel eagerly followed his younger brother as they snuck past the eyes of the servants.
Upon finally arriving to their grandfather's home, Francis left Noel out in the woods where the boy and grandfather would practice together. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity Francis returned with a small pistol under his shirt. "Bang! Bang!" He would shout as he pointed the gun at Noel playfully, pleased with the curiosity and amazement that was apparent in his older brother's eyes. The gun was heavier than he had imagined it would be but it fit perfectly in his hands compared to Francis' tiny little fingers. Noel smiled and mimicked his brother pointing the gun at Francis, "Bang! Bang!" He yelled. Noel laughed when the younger fell to the ground in feigned death. When he was done with his mirth, he went over to his brother to shake him and told him he could get up now, but Francis wouldn't open his eyes. It was then that Noel saw the blood seeping from the smaller boy's head, and he realized that he must have pulled the trigger on accident. Taken over by a brief wave of panic, with the gun still in his hand, Noel ran.
Instead of feeling shame for what he had done to his brother Noel found himself in awe. He had actually done that with just a small handgun.
Over the next several years, Noel became obsessed with death. What started out as messy uncoordinated murders soon became more skilled and he learned different techniques and began to make a living from it when he was hired as an assassin.
Eventually he was tracked down by the Bertrand family and soon became the personal bodygaurd to the young heir Bartholemieu.
Noel's childhood all came suddenly rushing back to him upon the first time meeting the heir, because he very much resembled his younger brother that he had killed so many years ago.
Despite being the arrogant and closed off killer that came with being a hired killer. As he spent more time with Bartholemieu, he quickly began reverting back to when he was a child, he became very fond of this new man who reminded him of Francis, has become somewhat protective of the young heir, faithfully seving him to this very day.
Extra: Because Noel never actaully experienced anything sexual, he has no sexual desires towards males or females, but if Bartholemieu ordered him to have sex with someone he would do it.
Also, he makes cute pet names for the people that he's fond of (Ex. Barom, Kazzy)
Age: 26
Occupation: Assassin of the Bertrand famliy, and Bartholemieu's personal Bodygaurd/"Pitbull"
Affiliation: Bertrand Family/Mafia
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Despite standing at a height of six-foot-two Noel prefers to slouch considerably to make himself seem shorter than he really is, combined with his lean, almost unhealthy appaerance, most underestimate his talents and abilities as a hitman. Which is what he usually aims for. His gait is laid back and he takes his time while walking, but he still holds a certain amount of catlike grace in his balance.
Like most asians Noel's skin tone is a pale olive shade, he has a thin slightly pointed face with arched eyebrows, emerald colored eyes and a well defined nose to go along with soft almost feminine lips.
His hair is a light brown that is parted on the side of his head and lays neatly on either side that curls inward slightly, framing his thin cheeks. Rarely does his hair ever become messy or disheveled.
Unlike most assassins, Noel prefers to wear as little clothing as possible. On the job, his most common fasion is merely a pair a leather pants and a belt sheath for his knives and gun. He views clothing as constricting, and while he will cover up a little more slightly when the need arises with a fur lined coat, he prefers to be able to breathe better without the restriction of clothing.
Personality: It's rather hard to pinpoint exactly Noel's true personality and intentions, for they change whenever he is in the mood for something different. To some he will come off as arrogant, laid back, and cock sure of himself because he usually is, but when he wishes to make things more interesting he can become quite the sociopath creating an image and personality to play along with for a person just to screw with them, which happens to be his favorite of pastimes when he isn't on a job. The french-korean is infatuated with the darkside that one tries to mask and hide from the rest of the world, so he sees it as a game to try and find what makes different people tick, and it is his aim to force one to let that mask slip revealing to the world how ugly they are inside, in the least amount of time.
Around Bartholemieu though, Noel dons a sort of twisted innocence with the young heir. Happy-go-lucky, and eager to please, Noel is famously known as Bartholemieu's "Pitbull" for his unwavering loyalty and faith, very much resembling that of a dog who waits patiently at his master's heel, ready to serve Barhtomelieu's every whim happily and without hesitation.
Background: Marie Pierre Reinard was the youngest daughter of a wealthy business man, and even though she played the part of daddy's little girl exceptionally well, she had an unsatiable crave for danger, where she met Jung-Hwa Myeong, who, despite the meaning of his name, was far from Righteous and honest.
Jung-Hwa was your typical bad boy. Rebellious and untamed, his lifestyle was enticing to Marie, whose good looks and money were fairly enticing to Jung-hwa himself. When she became pregnant, Marie's father payed Jung-Hwa a large amount of money to marry his daughter instead of abandoning her and the baby, but as soon as Marie went into labor her husband was nowhere to be found. Marie Pierre died eighteen hours later in childbirth, And the baby was named Noel Pierre after her. His grandfather, stricken by grief, considered killing the child who shared the blood of the bastard who left his daughter to die, but Marie's older and closest sister refused to let him do so, and because she had no children of her own she offered to take the baby as her own.
Growing up, Noel was given plenty of love that every child needs, but his aunt was determined to never let him make the mistakes that his mother did, and in her attepts to protect him, he spent his entire childhood sheltered and oblivious to the world around him.
When he was seven, Noel's aunt gave birth after everyone believed her to be barren. It was suddenly as if Noel ceased to exist, for now the family had the beautiful boy that they always dreamed of and he still remained the bastard child who killed his mother. At the age of 15 he had the mindset to match his younger brother's own. Noel was pleased to finally have a playmate, but he never quite understood why Francis was allowed to leave the house. He was allowed to go to something called a school, and grandfather would take him on hunting trips.
One day Francis looked at Noel with excitement in his eyes. "Would you like to see grandpapa's guns?" He asked tugging playfully at his older brother's hands like he always did when he wanted to show Noel something new that the other didn't know. Noel had been about to decline Francis' offer, for he knew he wasn't allowed to go anywhere outside of the manor, but then childish curiosity got the best of him. He had heard so many stories from the younger about how grandfather let his hold his prized rifle, and Noel had never even seen a gun in his life, other than the pictures that Francis would draw for him which weren't very detailed because the little boy hadn't exactly been graced with the artistic abilities that other's had.
Noel eagerly followed his younger brother as they snuck past the eyes of the servants.
Upon finally arriving to their grandfather's home, Francis left Noel out in the woods where the boy and grandfather would practice together. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity Francis returned with a small pistol under his shirt. "Bang! Bang!" He would shout as he pointed the gun at Noel playfully, pleased with the curiosity and amazement that was apparent in his older brother's eyes. The gun was heavier than he had imagined it would be but it fit perfectly in his hands compared to Francis' tiny little fingers. Noel smiled and mimicked his brother pointing the gun at Francis, "Bang! Bang!" He yelled. Noel laughed when the younger fell to the ground in feigned death. When he was done with his mirth, he went over to his brother to shake him and told him he could get up now, but Francis wouldn't open his eyes. It was then that Noel saw the blood seeping from the smaller boy's head, and he realized that he must have pulled the trigger on accident. Taken over by a brief wave of panic, with the gun still in his hand, Noel ran.
Instead of feeling shame for what he had done to his brother Noel found himself in awe. He had actually done that with just a small handgun.
Over the next several years, Noel became obsessed with death. What started out as messy uncoordinated murders soon became more skilled and he learned different techniques and began to make a living from it when he was hired as an assassin.
Eventually he was tracked down by the Bertrand family and soon became the personal bodygaurd to the young heir Bartholemieu.
Noel's childhood all came suddenly rushing back to him upon the first time meeting the heir, because he very much resembled his younger brother that he had killed so many years ago.
Despite being the arrogant and closed off killer that came with being a hired killer. As he spent more time with Bartholemieu, he quickly began reverting back to when he was a child, he became very fond of this new man who reminded him of Francis, has become somewhat protective of the young heir, faithfully seving him to this very day.
Extra: Because Noel never actaully experienced anything sexual, he has no sexual desires towards males or females, but if Bartholemieu ordered him to have sex with someone he would do it.
Also, he makes cute pet names for the people that he's fond of (Ex. Barom, Kazzy)
