( TONI MAHFUD, MALE, HE/HIM) â ⧠that looks like NOAH JAMES ROGERS! theyâre the TWENTY EIGHT YEAR OLD SON of STEVE ROGERS (ADOPTED). [ they are also a GRAPHIC DESIGNER at paragon. ] i hear theyâre CHARMING & INTUITIVE, but tend to be MANIPULATIVE & CYNICAL. his file says that his power is ENHANCED VISION, ADVANCED COMBAT & WEAPONRY, SKILLED ASSASSIN, GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT. [ avaâs shield kids wc, roryâs league of assassins members wc, Cooperâs fellow single parents wc, kate bishopâs clients wcs, makena thurmanâs accidental victim wc, aeronwy gwynnâs parents club wc, laura kinneyâs friend/partner/ally wc, gaiaâs artist to her muse wc, wyatt gardnerâs fight club wc, lars cobblepotâs friend-ish wc ]
tw death & murder below
Age: 28 DOB: genuine DOB unknown, recorded DOB 17/09/1990 (date of adoption, year of their birth) Hair colour: Dark Brown Eye colour: Blue Height: 6â1 Sexuality: Pansexual Father: Steve Rogers (adoptive) Mother: Unknown Powers: Enhanced vision, advanced weaponry & combat, skilled assassin
HISTORY ;;
You donât remember being stolen away. You donât remember your parents screaming, mother crying desperately as she scrambled to reach for you, you donât remember her cries of agony when they move to silence her. You donât remember seeing your father already dead on the floor from his attempt to protect you both.
Sometimes you swear you hear her screams in your nightmares, but you canât be sure. You were barely a year old when it happened.
Youâre never told why they chose you. Why they stole you. Why you. And they certainly didnât raise you to ask anything of them.
You were forged in blood and fire, tools for murder in your hand before you were three years old. Your life was not one of loving arms or sweet words, no mother to hold you and no father to care for you. You had matrons, nannies, instructors. People to turn you cold, turn you hard. Turn you into a living weapon yourself.
As you grow, they learn you were made for this life. Your instincts are sharp, youâre intuitive, you learn things in the blink of an eye. It makes you arrogant, cocky, but hungry for more. Hungry to continue learning, to continue proving yourself, to make sure they know they will not find better.
You are six when Taliaâs prodigal son leaves, you are determined to prove yourself. To show that blood is nothing compared to skill, to ability to dedication and loyalty. To make sure Talia knows that her son cannot possibly compare - how can he? He was not chosen, he is what Talia was forced to mould. You were hand-picked, you can prove your worth a hundred times over, and a hundred times more than him.
At eight years old your ability manifests. You can see further than anyone, you can pinpoint targets from across the city, first tens of miles away but with practice tens turn into hundreds. You can see in the dark as though the sun was high in the sky. Your eyes are a gift anyone in your world, the fact that you have been granted with vision that other assassins could only dream to have only feeds your arrogance, your conviction that you are, in fact, the best the League will ever see.
At ten you are made an instructor yourself, left to deal with the younger recruits, the children whose hands need to be hardened to the handles of weapons they are too small to weild. And train them you do, determined to prove those like him are more, are better than blood. You would be lying if you said you didnât feel protective of them, that they werenât what you would imagine to be younger siblings. But such connections are not encouraged, and while you do your best for them, you know you need to be careful.
You work, you train, you fight until youâre beaten and bloody, hands raw and shaking. You prove yourself time and time again, you handle all missions with an efficiency, power, and anonymity of an assassin more so than the others. You are skilled, more so than the prodigy who abandoned his mother, but by twelve it is apparent the recognition youâve worked towards is never going to be given.
So, you begin planning. If they will not let you take it, you will find it elsewhere.
It takes 2 years for you to find a way out, to meticulously plan your escape, to leave the League of Assassins. To do so without being killed is practically unheard of, but you find a way. You escape, you disappear into the world youâve been trained to separate yourself from, you choose a new name and form a new identity, and against all odds.. They do not find you.
Itâs a year before he does.
You know who he is before he even speaks, youâve studied all possible threats you may have needed to eliminate, you know who you are facing. Captain America is an icon, a symbol of everything you were never given the opportunity to know. By all rights, he should take you away, lock you up, make you pay for your crimes, if he knew just who you were.
Instead he takes you home, he gives you a soft bed and warm food, offers you comfort youâve never experienced before. It takes three months before he can attempt to touch you without you flinching, your mind immediately assuming itâs a threat, another fight to be won, another chance to prove yourself. Another two for you to allow him to hug you - a motion so foreign to you, but so comforting. Comfort you could not possibly deserve, but youâre selfish and Steveâs kindness makes you realise how touch starved you truly are.
His world is bright and pure and full of hope. So different to the world for which you were forged. You are darkness and shadows, sharp edges and secrets. You learn to accept the kindness of a man who should hate you. You learn to make nice with those he calls friends, teammates. Other children your age, children who have grown up with these lives, grown up in the light.
You wonder if this is the life you were meant to have before you were taken. You wonder if this is how things shouldâve been. So you try. You love your new father, the man who makes horrible dad jokes and seems to have the patience of a saint. He is the kind of father you could never deserve, but you want to be the good he sees in you. You learn to smile, to joke, to laugh, to live a normal life.
You didnât expect an aptitude for art, for creating something with your hands, rather than destroying. Youâre coming into it a little old, and you know it, but your natural determination to be the best at everything you do drives you, and with Steveâs help you find a comfort in art you never expected. And youâre good at it - maybe not as good as your father, but you work and you practice and you learn, you learn that your hands can be used for more than killing.
School is easy, your education so far advanced that you breeze through the classes that should challenge you. Itâs more of a chance to meet others, to learn the vast differences of others in the world. To see more than just the dark, the shadows, the art of being nothing and no one. You should see it as a chance you never had before to make new friends, but instead you learn to manipulate, to charm. Survival of the fittest is so deeply ingrained in you that itâs easier to adapt to survive than to risk something.. new.
Steve trains you, recognises the restlessness in you, knows if he does not you will find the challenge somewhere else. He challenges you, forces you to push yourself, never quite enough to beat him - but maybe itâs because youâre holding back. Because you canât bring yourself to risk hurting the man who gave you this life.
Itâs not enough.
Someone suggests your skills would be suited for SHIELD, the agency you would have worked to dismantle were you still with the League. Your intelligence is no issue - the League never skimped on education, your schooling was compressed and delivered in its entirety before you turned ten, college studies had followed soon after, even as youâd planned your escape. SHIELD should be easy.
Training programs for the agency were a breeze. Your skillset is almost perfectly suited, designed for the espionage-style of work of SHIELD. But there is a requirement for restraint, for mercy, for dedication to a team. And whilst a select few are worth your consideration, perhaps even your care - at large, itâs still not enough.
Itâs not you. While SHIELD may not work in the spotlight as your father, they are not in the shadows as you should be. As you were made for.
But you try. For your father, you try. You try to be better. To walk in the light as he does, as he wants for you, but youâre 22 when you take your first life in seven years, and the rush you feel.. As though breathing life into you, reviving you from death, and you know this life will never be enough.
Leaving is much more difficult this time, but necessary. Your ties here can be severed, your friends will replace you with ease, your family - well, you are not really theirs, they will fill the gap with another youâre sure. Youâre careful to leave before you can see fatherâs disappointment at your disregard for life, at your bloodlust. You take what you need and you disappear without a trace, without a word, and without a note.
Youâre careful to lie low while he searches, and you have on doubt he hopes to find you but you know him. You know his tactics, his methods, you know just how he will approach this and when he is likely to give up. And when you are sure itâs safe to do so, you make your way into the shadows again.
Your name gains you access to rooms you never expected, poses a challenge - being a Rogers, adopted or otherwise, is enough to get anyoneâs attention and once youâre in itâs just a matter of proving what you are. It doesnât take long for word to spread of the new assassin for hire, efficient and skilled beyond measure.
You expected it to be easy, to fall into your new life. You expected to fall back into the business of killing without a hitch. But you didnât expect to fall in love.
Youâve never felt this before, you have no idea what it feels like and for a moment you donât recognise the swooping in your stomach, the lightheaded feeling, the fact that nothing else in the room matters but her.
You didnât expect her to steal your heart with a smirk and a kiss you canât forget. You didnât expect to chase her halfway across Siberia for another. You didnât expect to find someone whoâs made of rough edges just like you, but those edges fit like pieces in a jigsaw puzzles. You didnât expect it, but once you had it you couldnât consider your life without it.
She gives you the greatest gift you could imagine. A baby boy with his motherâs smile and your bright blue eyes, and you never knew you could love anything or anyone like this. He steals your heart and you just know there is nothing in the world you wouldnât do for him, and no one will ever lay a hand on him. Xander Stephen Rogers, you call him.
It all seems to be going to plan until sheâs taken from you. In the middle of the night, they come for your family, they come for your child - whether they plan to steal him as you were stolen, or to take him as leverage against you, youâll never know. She doesnât let them find out. The crying bundle is settled in your arms and youâre pushed out the door, hushed words to seal a promise that you will protect him from whatever may come and then youâre gone.
She stays behind to fight. You were both ready for this, both of you dreaded it would come but you were prepared. Weapons line your home, a bomb lies in the basement, and youâre barely clear when it goes off, your home and your love going up in flames and.. For the first time, you feel truly powerless.
This is a trip you never intended to make, but you need to lie low until you know your son is safe. Heâs barely a year old, and you know you need to protect him at all costs, even if it means leaving your life behind. You take your fortune from murder, your favoured equipment, and you head to Paragon. If for no other reason than because you know one man there who will help you keep your son safe.
PERSONALITY ;;
Noah is arrogant, flippant, and very much a survivor - he will put himself before absolutely everyone with one single exception of his son.
Heâs not a good guy - heâs not cruel but heâs not kind. He left the Rogers family for a reason, because he knows heâs not a good person at heart. Heâs the kind of person who enjoys killing, whoâs an assassin not just because heâs good at it (though thereâs that too) but because itâs fun, because it gives him a rush, because itâs part of who he is.
Heâs the kind of guy who will be ridiculously soft with his son one moment and turn around and snap at you the next moment if you bother him unnecessarily so be mindful of that. Being soft with Xander doesnât guarantee a good mood.
There are a few people who can get past his very carefully built walls of arrogance like Steve, Kurt, and Lars
Despite his general lack of care for other people, he is very interested in what he can gain from people and when he wants something from you he will be as charming as you can imagine
He absolutely hates the League and wants nothing to do with them so definitely be careful mentioning them to him
Connections ;;
League of Assassin kids (Rory & Amara & others): Noah spent time training them both when they were still small, and did his best to take care of them as best as is possible in an environment such as the Leagueâs. They didnât promote attachment or emotional connections, but Noah definitely felt protective of them, and choosing to leave them wasnât easy
Steve Rogers: Despite having left, part of Noah will always see Steve as his father - Steve gave him a name, a home, the chance at a new life. Without Steve, thereâs no knowing what wouldâve become of him, and while he may have buried it deep down, part of Noah will always feel guilty for not being able to be the son Steve deserved.
Kurt Rogers: The first real sibling Noah had, and while it took some time for them to navigate exactly what their relationship was like, Noah does care about him. He doesnât say it and often didnât show it the way he should have - and certainly doesnât now - but if anyone tried to hurt Kurt they would have to deal with Noah.
Wanted Connections ;;
The Love of his Life: Okay so I know I said she died, but no one really ever actually dies, right? Weâre talking about the woman he fell in love with, the mother of his bouncing baby boy, the one Noah would do anything for. He assumed she died in the explosion and thanks to the people chasing him and Xander he never had a chance to find out. Maybe she survived, maybe she died and was brought back and isnât quite the same, maybe some weird combination of the two? Who knows. All Noah knows is when he sees her again, itâs going to be absolutely overwhelming and relieving and he will want nothing more than to hold her and never let go.
Best and most rotten friend: Any friendship with Noah is bound to be rough and dramatic, but his best friend would take the cake. The two of them are probably pretty even in their behaviour, both have enough bloodlust to enjoy their line of work, maybe even mirrored twisted pasts in some way. Just someone who understands Noah is not a good person and is totally okay with that, because theyâre  not either.
Assassin associates: people who have worked with him, who are associated with him via jobs, who are assassins/have been assassins themselves and therefore they wouldâve run in the same circles.
Former clients: People who have hired him in the past 6 years. He remembers everyone heâs worked for, he researched each of them before taking a job so he definitely knows a little bit about them. He might choose to extort them to keep the secret that they had someone killed, or he might just be amused to cross their path again.
High school & college friends: People who knew him before he disappeared, either early on when he was still adjusting to his new life or later when he was already charming and charismatic and a bit too manipulative for his own good. Maybe they always knew something was a little off with him, or maybe they were completely fooled by his charm and were left shocked when he left.
iâll think of more but pls hmu for plots !
