1. First off, Firebrand can be highly manipulative and a jack ass. Because of this, I have to put a very strict mun =/= muse law here. Noah and Firebrand, depending on the timeline, have been socially isolated and aren’t all there. This makes all relationships he enters kind of toxic.

2. Gore can and will be expected here. Due to the nature of TribeTwelve, it's natural for death and other sensitive subjects to be given out like candy. Also, NSFW themes will not be roleplayed here, rather they'll be partaken in on discord(most of the time, anyway). Know that I won't rp smut with just anyone. You have to be over 18. (duh)

3. Firebrand and Noah don't take well to insults. If you insult him, you have to be fully aware he can and probably will try and hurt you.

4. I don't have any triggers, but I will try and list triggers if asked. I tag triggers as 'tw: (trigger)

5. I don't mind doubles, and I don't do exclusives. I'm very open minded when it comes to interacting with others, and as long as I can read your posts, I'll roleplay with you.

6. I’m 19, and while this blog isn’t 18+, I do expect everyone who interacts to at least be old enough to be on Tumblr. I will read rules, and I do put in passwords. I’m Artemus, and if you have any questions, please, don’t be afraid to ask.

7. I know about the scum that is the creator. However, I’m choosing to separate the art from the artist. TT is very near and dear to me. It got me through some rough times.

8. Sometimes I’ll have test muses. These will come and go depending on my mood. Noah is the only certainty. 

These will be updated with time.

About:

https://tribetwelve.fandom.com/wiki/Noah_Maxwell

Here’s most of the information.

Headcanons:

My Noah is genderfluid.

He also has Aspergers, although very mild.

He is pansexual, and will punch your teeth in if you make any jokes about it.

His pronouns are he/she/they.

Test Muses:

Chris Hartley from Until Dawn

Honestly, I wouldn't have even bothered with this post if they'd just blocked me. Bit rude, but hey, who the fuck am I to ask for politeness?

A cruel smile spread across Fletcher's face as he looked at the other. "Where would you like me to start?" He snarled. "How about we start with I'm a siren with a broken song. I reveal in violence. I kill for fun. How about when I open my mouth I cause anger and violence and love every moment of it." The words rolled off so easily now from the amount of times people had asked him what was wrong. "maybe we could say what is wrong because I love fighting. I live for the chaos that I cause with no regard to what it does to those affected." He lit a cigarette and began to take a smoke. "Or you could say what is wrong is that i merely exist. That I am the monster they warn you about."

    Noah sighed. “Well, I was scared, but now you ruined it. You talked too much. Ugh.” He shook his head, frowning.

   He perked up a little when he saw the cigarette. “Hey, don’t suppose you’d be willing to share, huh? I don’t normally smoke, but I’m starting to realize I may need one to continue talking to you.”

    Someone was in Steph’s house. Someone in the kitchen. Someone very...familiar sounding. Raiding her fridge.

   “Mmmmm. Oh my god. I don’t even care that this isn’t kosher. This is orgasmic. Holy fuck. Oh god, food. Delicious food. Oh food, I’ll never take you for granted ever again! Oh my god, I’m literally gonna die.”

   Beep! Beep! Beep!

   Firebrand groaned, running a hand over his face. Everything was so foggy. His head...God, had he stayed a little too long in his possession of Noah again? If he did that, the alcohol would typically set in, cross over to his consciousness. He clutched the pillow, burying his face in it.

  And then the bed disappeared out from under him.  

   “Ow! Fuck!” He cursed, still holding on to the fluffy head rest. Finally taking the chance to open his eyes, he glanced around.

   Yeah, he was definitely drunk.

   The room was barren save for an alarm blaring red from the ceiling, presumably the cause of the beeping. Grey. He looked back at the wall where his bed had once been, fists tightening around the pillow. 

   “Shit.”

   His head still hazy, he didn’t give much of a fight when the wall pushed him out. He landed on his face, stumbling over himself. It was not his proudest moment.

   “Uh- Hey?” He called, his voice raspy from having inhaled the fumes of the house fire that had made him who he was. He held the pillow at the ready to attack someone, whether by melee or throwing it. It should give him enough time to-

To what?

   “Noah...first off I am gonna have to ask you to slow your damn roll. The FBI does not need  you questioning what has been a staple of life. Secondly holy shit you are right and now I am going to need to research this to death and most likely get in trouble for not sleeping for days because I need to know this too.”

   Noah cackled. “Slow my roll, huh? My ROLL?” He giggled. “Oh my god, that’s great.” He mumbled, still snickering a bit.

   “The FBI needs to get their priorities straight.” He remarked in response to Tony. His grin only widened when Tony added the second point.