— GOD OF MISFORTUNE.

Noah did not want to disturb the peace, he wanted to keep everything the way it was while he dove deep into the truth of what his family’s life in Marseilles had been like. He swung easily over the stone wall, a perfect landing on the unkempt lawn. There was a driveway from the gate up to the main house, back in the 90′s that must have been impressive for every single person that visited the estate. 

Not even in his dream could he imagine that he could have lived here with his family, parents and his two siblings. A normal but kinda privileged family. Damn...he would have grown up speaking French. That’s something he really couldn’t see happening. But as everyone knew the story didn’t go like that, he never had a chance to see this place filled with life and happiness, even if he knew better.

Fingertips ran along dusty furniture, surfaces that already were a bit sticky due to never being cleaned, the floor making small sounds as Noah made his way from room to room. Luckily one of the windows had still been slightly opened, his way in was easy. The main house was like a labyrinth to him, a small room following another small room, almost never ending. And yet he couldn’t find anything that would hint at his family ever living here. No pictures on the walls, no personal items that would hint at the residents. It made Noah grind his teeth the slightest bit.

With a little research he had found trivial information about his parents, a young couple that had happily lived in the luxurious mansion with their young son and daughter, bureaucrat father, stay at home mother. They were apparently living the dream back then. Noah knew from Leon’s stories that his clan wanted to erase their existence, the traitor that had gone against the code he swore his life upon. Might be the reason why he couldn’t find anything. They probably confiscated all evidences and items that had once belonged to his mother and father.

A deep breath left his lips, his shoulders hanging lower than normally. Did he really take the effort of going all the way here to find nothing, an empty building that couldn’t even tell one little story of life inside it’s walls? It couldn’t end like that. Not when he had put in all this effort. The man rolled his shoulders, as if that would refuel his engine. There had to be something. Use your brains, Noah, it’s the strongest weapon you have. Trying to remember as much of the bits and pieces he had read as well as the few stories Leon had told him. Even the few memories Juliette had from her time here. 

He scanned through every room again, making sure to mentally label each for its apparent use. He went past his late father’s study, nothing would ever really make him want to learn what kind of person he was. Too close to how Mori wanted Noah to become, too close to the person he was when he was in charge of the mafia in Seoul. 

The last room. This should have been the living room, where his mother would keep his siblings, shield them from everything that was going on otherwise, make sure they had a somewhat normal childhood. Juliette had been lucky...Leon hadn’t. Noah stepped inside, scanning the walls thoroughly, checking for anything that seemed off. He was hoping for something, a memento of sorts. His hand places against the wall, there was no chance of a loose board. That would have been too easy. It had to be something clever...or maybe so simple no one would expect it to be true. 

Long steps took him over the table, his hand reached underneath fumbling to find what he was looking for, a remnant of older times. His finders touched something stuck to the lower side of the table, carefully tugging it off: A photograph. Slowly Noah turned to see what the picture was showing, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. A woman smiling, holding a young child in on arm with a little boy standing next to her, trying to clutch onto her other arm. His mother, Moon Areum, along with his siblings when they were still young. He could tell it was Leon almost immediately. That frown could only belong to his twin.

It was the first time Noah saw a proper picture of his mother smiling genuinely. She looked youthful, a real beauty. Juliette already sporting her signature light blonde hair compared to Leon’s raven head and frowny face. The two really haven’t changed. 

With his back against the wall Noah slid down to the ground still holding the picture. He didn’t expect much but why was he so overwhelmed at this moment? These memories didn’t belong to him, this family really wasn’t his, he never even knew his parents to begin with. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his mobile phone, calling the first number on speed dial.

So, lets begin with the basics: I was born into a family of Frenchies (not the dogs) and basically casted away all the way from Marseille to Oxford by my very own father. The whole thing is followed by growing up in an orphanage, not knowing my real identity of course, quiet kid, mostly staying by myself. Childhood drama one would say, I can’t really remember to be honest, seemed chill. Suddenly a middle aged man comes in and takes me and some other kid (that I would grow to hate) as his wards, moving our ‘home’ to Seoul, South Korea. I was like six, I didn’t know him, I didn’t know how life in Korea worked, I didn’t even know how to speak Korean for God’s sake. 

Anyways, fast forward through the time when I was raised to be in the mafia, growing up among death and weapons never seemed more normal to me, home schooled in selected subjects like diplomacy and warfare, very children appropriate. 

So you have to understand, I have a certain gift. If I touch a person with an ability it will stop working. Boring? Yeah, that’s what I thought too until I was sent on my first big mission. Remember the kid that became a ward along with me? He went fucking nuts, killing people left and right with his ability. Knocked him out with a single blow to the head, kid had nothing on me. Sleeping Beauty vanished for quite some years. My first big success, mafia ran in my blood was what they said. I kept working, thinking it would become my purpose in life. Right-hand-man, the youngest Executive in the Port Mafia history. They even said that the misfortune of my enemies was to be my enemy. That’s how highly they thought of me, 50% of all their profits did come from me after all.

I never thought of it like that though. Of course I knew what I did and who I was, not like I’m some kind of crazy dude. I did everything knowing damn well about the laws of our country. Did I care? Not really. It was a game, place yourself close to raw emotions to be able to finally feel something again and to find yourself a purpose.

Another time skip, I’m eighteen and the only person I have really considered a friend until that point has just died in my arms. He died at the hands of my former guardian, indirectly but still. He’s a heartless person, a single lost life doesn’t matter to him. I’m enraged but calm. “Help people, become a good man if you have the choice.” The words he left for me. 

Two weeks later I am gone from the mafia and meeting a secretary from the Government’s special ability unit, asking him for a way to save people. “Lay low” he says “Two years! If your name doesn’t come up within that time and you stay clean I’ll grant you a blank slate and a possibility to help this city.”

A welcoming offer, I get back to him once I’m twenty and I start working at the well-known Armed Detective Agency, those guys who do all the jobs even the military police can’t handle. I wouldn’t call myself the best office worker, papers bore me, submitting reports always ends up being a worse fight with my partner than being out in the city hunting criminals. But I am appreciated here, my knowledge as a strategist of even a large group of people and my ability to think like a criminal have helped me to become one of the top detectives. 

I would say I have actually been a good person the past three years, despite all the trouble we have been thought the past months (after all Seoul was almost completely annihilated, our boss almost died and one of the worst ever criminals was let loose). I have saved many people, my methods might still be in the grey zone but I have many times denied my former Boss’s request for me to join his side again.

Pick two songs that describe your character at two different points of their life, and explain why you chose them.

First one would be Hollywood Undead’s “Bullet”. Its a song with lyrics describing the various ways of killing oneself. Noah is a person who thinks that only when he’s dead he will finally find some peace with himself. It’s a song that matches Noah ever since he has become an Executive in the mafia (starting at the age of roughly 16) until now even.

A song that definitely describes him at the moment is All Time Low’s Weightless. He has finally found something that might be worth living for and now he doesn’t want to watch the rest of his life simply passing by without him actually enjoying or ‘living’ it.

If your character’s life was a genre, what would it be?

ANGST! So much angst he’s the personification of angst if that was possible.

How does your character smell? Do they wear perfume or cologne?

If your character could time travel, where would they go?

Noah would go back to the time when he was 18. He would turn back time to save his friend from being sent on a suicide mission, he’d want to save his life and leave the mafia together with him. It wouldn’t matter to him if the rival organisation (Mimic) would still be in Seoul, nothing would matter more than getting his friend out of that alive.

Is your character superstitious? 

Yeah, kinda. While he is very calculated and knows very well that there’s no such thing as zodiac signs and horoscopes telling your future and personality it’s still something he’s interested in. The occult especially, with his brother being part of an occult organisation, always keeps his mind working and asking questions.

What might your character’s ideal romantic partner be?

A person? Noah isn’t really romantic and he believes that everything he wants would be taken from him the moment he obtained it. That’s the reason he stays away from anything that could be considered romance. It’s also hard to even get close to the core of his being. The only thing he says repeatedly is that he is looking for a beautiful woman to do a double suicide with.

Describe your character’s hands. Are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby?

How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?

He’s always up to date when it comes to technology since it’s one of his big interests. He’s not too invested since there’s more important things than his own hobby but he does try to keep up with everything as much as he can.

What does your character’s bed look like when he/she wakes up? Are the covers off on one side of the bed, are they all curled around a pillow, sprawled everywhere? In what position might they sleep?

Noah’s sleep is honestly very chaotic. He moves and changes his position in his sleep a lot. He lays in a starfish position, on his side, on his stomach, it changes throughout the night. His cat usually tries to sleep in his bed as well but when his moving gets really bad even Bubbles would give up and just leave.

How does your character react to temperature changes such as extreme heat and cold?

Noah really hates summer, it’s too warm for his liking and he basically becomes a statue somewhere in the shadows. He’s fine with winter and very cold temperatures though, he’ll be a bit more lively when it’s getting colder and he’ll even consider going out for a walk in autumn.

Is your character an early morning bird or a night owl? 

He hates early mornings because sleeping is his second favourite thing to do after eating and drinking. He can work through a whole night until morning and not be exhausted but he’ll be a mess if he had to get up early in the morning just for work.

Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative? 

Noah had never known any of his close relatives and he was only introduced to his twin brother when he was about sixteen. Leon and their younger sister, Juliette, are the only relatives he knows personally even though Juliette isn’t aware that Noah is her brother. He knows that they also have an aunt that lives in Seoul but he hasn’t had the chance to meet her yet.

What’s your character’s desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy?

He’s so messy, dear god. Even though he hates mess and things not being in their place he’s quite messy and ends up with a whole chaos on his desk if he actually does start working on it. Honestly, he isn’t much of a office worker, he hates that part of his work so much. He likes to be in action, going out on missions and solving the cases given to him but he hates everything that comes afterwards like writing reports.

Is your character a good cook? What’s their favourite recipe, whether they’re good or not? (Microwave mac-and-cheese applies.)

Surprisingly he’s quite a good cook. He’s been living mostly alone ever since he was very young. He had to pick up on these ‘survival skills’ quickly because there was never a real caretaker in the mafia for him. He has since then developed his skills so that he’s able to cook quite a few things blindly. His favourite meal is probably marinated crab, fried chicken and pancakes.

What’s your character’s preferred means of travel? 

He actually enjoys walking if he has the time to. Even though he has a license himself no one would ever trust him to get people or even himself safely from one spot to another since he’s basically...fast and furious. If he has to get somewhere quickly he’d just go there by taxi.

Does your character have any irrational fears?

How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive? 

Vain would be the wrong word. Noah knows that by the society’s standards he is considered ‘handsome’, ‘good-looking’ and ‘attractive’. He is very satisfied with his appearance and does (in a way) take care of his visuals, mostly for the sake of the agency though. He does sometimes act vain but it’s for a comedic nature.

What’s your character’s ranking on the Kinsey Scale?

His ranking is Non-Sexual.

Describe your character’s happiest memory.

Probably his favourite memory was the moment he made up with his brother after pushing him away for many years. Growing up without anything close to an actual family the fact that his biological twin brother accepted him as the person he is and as part of his family was like a weight lifting off his shoulders.

Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?

The death of his first ever friend.

Day of Favourites! What’s your character’s favourite ice cream flavory? Color? Song? Flower?

His favourite ice cream flavour is and will always be chocolate. His favourite color is black. He doesn’t have a favourite song. His favourite flowers are anemones.

Who does your character trust?

Noah does not trust a lot of people, even if it seems like he does. Among the few people he trusts is his twin brother, Mel, some of his older colleagues from the agency. He doesn’t trust them enough to let them in on his schemes.

 Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable.