millar, noah

[NOAH ASHTON MILLAR]

noah ashton millar !

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noah is joining us from manhatten. this 21 year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on December sixth. he's usually very introverted, mature and interesting and is really quite good at courtship. their problem is with himself. tsk tsk. welcome to walk like a gentleman, hun.

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full name: noah ashton millar
celeb face: ed westwick
member group: college student
age: twenty one
likes: women, money, businesses, knowledge, alcohol.
dislikes:imbusils, bad cinema, ugly people, mistakes, remembering his past.

personality:

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[/li][li] BI-POLAR » this word might not be the best way to explain how Noah behaves, but it’s the only thing I could think of that came close enough. His moods arent always changing, but certain things really piss him off. he’ll snap at the smallest things so people often have to be pretty careful with what they say when they’re talking to him. If he doesn’t have a reason to get mad though, he wont be. he’s not completely terrible.
[/li][li] TRUSTWORTHY » Noah has never been someone to go around gossiping about every little thing he’s heard from others. he’s an especially good secret keeper, and even his worst enemies might tell him something they don’t want the rest of the world to hear and he’s most likely to keep it to himself. he’s just a strong believer in the fact that everyone’s business is just their own and people shouldn’t bee snooping around other’s lives.
[/li][li] AGGRESSIVE » Noah’s always been one to fight for what he believes is right. he’s never really let things slide before in his life so don’t expect him to let you off easy if you step out of line around him. Also, he’s always been the one to try and get with the guys or girls, not vice versa. It’s not that they aren’t attracted to him, he just doesn’t have the patience to wait for a male or female to come up to him so he goes in for the kill himself. he’s very dominant and has a strong personality, so he’s argumentative. If you can deal with all that, there’s no doubt that you’ll be his best friend.
[/li][li] BRUTALLY HONEST » If there’s something wrong with the way you smell, your outfit, or attitude Noah’s not someone that’ll be scared to speak out on how he feels about it. Often the things he says can be offensive to most people and they get fed up with him easily, but he has a strong belief that people need to be more honest with each other. he likes to think he’s doing people a favor when he critiques their wardrobe and whatnot as then they wont go walking around in an ugly ass skirt. he’s not completely heartless.
[/li][li] SARCASTIC » many people don’t believe that Noah has a sense of humor, and sometimes it can even be a mature one at that. he often gets a real kick out of watching people squirm when he says things that make their comments seem stupid. It’s probably a cruel way to have his fun, but he never cares much. What’s one more bitch on the other side, right?
[/li][li] WHORE » ever since he was just a teeny-bopper in the ninth grade, Noah has really known his way around members of the opposite gender. he’s never been afraid to try new things or to do fun things for and with sex. People often look at this as a bad quality in him but he quite enjoys it and is very open with his sexuality[/blockquote]

history:

ill do this. Someday.

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hello! my name is dakota! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about sseven years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are none yet. my time zone is eastern. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:

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[/color] that seemed to be the only observation that Noah could make about that particular August evening. The streetlights glittered joyously in their casings and a boy dressed in dark clothing made his way down the dimly lit street. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and to passers-by, he probably looked like nothing special. Just another human being floating aimlessly through Manhattan, looking for a reason to be alive. That however was not the case for Noah. He didn’t need a reason or an answer, he was the answer. Or at least, in his own eyes he was. His tough exterior radiated malicious cockiness, any ounce of sensitivity engulfed by his ego. Many hated him for that very fact, the way he strutted through situations with his head held high, throwing insults without a thought or a care in the world. Fuck them, though. That was his frame of mind. They didn’t have to like it if they didn’t want to. As long as he kept people at arm’s length, he would never get hurt. He would never have to be vulnerable and scared. Those feelings were nothing but past memories, bad dreams that kept him awake at night. A slight sigh left his lips as his mind wandered, back to the past which he’d much rather keep in the past. It wasn’t that he’d had a bad childhood at all, he just found that it was full of empty promises and goodbyes. That was why he never promised anyone anything anymore, he didn’t want to let them down the way he’d been let down so many times. The people that mattered the most in his life, his parents, had never seemed to have enough time for their only son. He’d given up trying to make them proud long ago, forgetting the sports teams and trying in school. He discovered he was much better at something else; marketing himself. It wasn’t long before everyone knew his name, whatever the reason may be. The constant socializing and throwing his name into conversation gave him little time to worry about how many glasses of champagne mother had, or how long it would be before dad would get back from another business trip. His friends became much more important, and enemies seemed to rule over his family life as well. Now that he resided in New York, he had nothing but friends, enemies and his sisters. Oh, and his mother’s platinum visa, of course. It wasn’t like she’d notice his constant spending at all, his family had nothing to worry about financially. A few group therapy courses might help release some tension, but other then that they looked externally stable. Maybe his resentment with his parents would never go away, maybe he’d never have a chance to truly put them out in the open, and to be honest at this point the didn’t really care. It wasn’t like they’d made any effort to contact him or even check and make sure he was doing alright in his new life at all, so why would he waste his time on two people that stopped caring about him when he reached toddler status? As long as he didn’t have to see them until Christmas rolled around, he would be fine. His sisters were always around to stabilize him, and that was all the support he really needed. No one had to know how he stayed up at night and worried, how he wondered what he was going to do with himself. Those things were well kept secrets that he intended to keep it that way. Another sigh. The boy’s eyes raised slightly as a black car drove slowly by. It wasn’t like he looked homeless at all, treading through the upper east side like some sort of animal. Why was it that he hadn’t called at least a cab? Town seemed so far away in the night, and the temperature seemed to be dropping by the minute. At least he’d worn a coat. His blackberry vibrated in his pocket and he reached in to wrap his fingers around the expensive mechanical object. The screen told him that someone named Stefanie had been calling him, but he didn’t see any point in answering. A booty call wouldn’t be enough to cheer him up on that particular evening. He needed the smooth, deep beats of club music pulsing through his veins. He needed the burning sensation of a shot searing down his throat. He needed an escape. Alcohol was always the best way to get away from anything bothering him. He’d learned that one from his mother.

THE street started to open up as he made his way along, and soon the houses turned into darkened stores with closed signs in their windows. Noah reached up slowly and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair, glancing impatiently from side to side. People pushed back his dark figure, girls dressed in skimpy ensembles, hoping to get noticed by guys like him. They weren’t premium though. They weren’t what he was used to. Generally, Noah knew what he wanted, and he usually had to work for the best girls in Manhattan. For some reason though, that was what he liked the most. Chasing around girls who wouldn’t usually be interested in him. It made the product, the lay, much more satisfying. That was what he felt differentiated him from the rest of the man whores around, he actually had standards. A small smirk crossed his thin lips as he scrolled through his contacts on his phone, bumping into the odd person shuffling by and failing to apologize. Hundreds of female names were splayed out before him, and he wondered what each of them were doing at that very moment. Did they remember him? Of course they did. Girls seemed to remember anything, good or bad, and most of their experiences with him definitely were not bad. Love was never an aspect of any of Noah’s sexual experiences. He’d never really been in love before, and didn’t see how he could ever love a woman. They were far too disrespectful to themselves, far too dense, to ever be of any interest to him in the form of a long term relationship. To put it simply, they were easy to figure out and even easier to play. Not once had he met a girl who didn’t fall for at least one of his simplest tricks. That bothered him, because he imagined himself with someone just as tricky as he was. Just as secure, or insecure, depending on how you looked at it. Someone with a lust for life that could put the past in the past and move forward at rocket speed. The likeliness of him finding a gem such as that was incredibly low however, so he’d basically given up looking and simply got with as many girls as he could instead. It was a lot easier, as it kept him happy without tying him down in a situation he wasn’t into. Of course through high school Noah had girlfriends. Plenty, actually. He just never stayed with them long, because his eyes and mind were quick to wander. To be completely blunt, he got bored with them far too easily and the young girls hardly ever put out. He realized quickly that he was better then them, that he could do better with them. After that, for a long time he dated older, more mature women. Mistresses, you could call them. They wore sophisticated clothing and spoke in sensual tongues. He missed those days, mysterious and exciting meetings in luxurious penthouse sweets while Ms. Jones’s husband was out of town. Now, he stuck to the younger, more naïve girls. There was less danger involved, and it was just a whole lot easier for him. They almost never got upset when he didn’t call back, and if you got enough drinks in them they would hardly remember anyways. That was the beauty of the game, no strings attached. It wasn’t like Noah had become this way overnight however, he’d always been a ladies man. Even as a very young teenager, ten or eleven years old, he’d always admired women’s bodies. The way they curved and flowed was so appealing to his deep hazel eyes, and since then he’d been longing to feel them, to hold one of these strange and mysterious beasts. And that was what he’d been doing since. Raising his eyes he flashed a charming smile at a girl with dark hair and makeup, her long legs exposed due to the short nature of her dress. She blushed and smiled back but continued to walk with her less than stunning friends, her black pumps clicking on the tidy new york pavement. He wondered briefly where she would be staying that night, who’s car she’d be going home in. Perhaps it would be his. He laughed to himself and rolled his blackberry around in the palm of his hand. It vibrated every few minutes to signal a text message being received, but he’d decided long before that moment that he wasn’t too interested in checking his texts that evening. Technology was quite possibly the best thing that had happened to the world, however it got in the way a lot of the time. He hated the way it looked when people sat around in social situations and all they did was text people at other locations on their fancy phones. The only time you would ever find him doing such a thing was when he needed somewhere to go, or was at home on his own doing absolutely nothing, and that actually didn’t happen very often anyways. He always had something to do, somewhere to be. That was his life.

THE club approached fast, a brightly-lit sign exposing it’s name to the street below. There was a considerably long line waiting outside its door, girls dressed in skimpy outfits hugging themselves against the cold. Instead of moving to the back of the line however, Noah simply rolled his eyes and shuffled past the bouncer who smiled at him and clapped him on the back. It was a surprise to the boy that the man remembered him at all, as it’d been several weeks before that when he’d talked his way past the midnight rush crowd. A little bit of cash didn’t hurt, either. Loud music and heavy base immediately began drumming in his ears, and he could feel his body walking more to a beat through the masses of people before the large marble bar in the center of the establishment. A young woman with considerable amounts of cleavage peaking out of her sweetheart neckline smiled at him, asking him what it was that he’d like. Chewing his lip just for a moment, he replied quickly. “I think I’ll have a scotch on the rocks, Tayla.” He’d done nothing but read her name off of her nametag and use it in his response, but the girl blushed as if she was flattered that he knew her name and proceeded to make his drink. In the meantime, he leaned against the cool bar, his elbows resting on the hard surface. He took this opportunity to check out this tayla creature, her shorts exposing a fair amount of her ass when she bent over to grab a glass. His eyebrows raised and she pushed a lock of curly blonde hair from her eyes, flashing him a radiant smile. Her teeth stood in perfect rows, whiter then Canadian snow. She was actually stunning, and her excessive bubbly nature amused him to no end. So he asked her when she finished work, and when she replied that she’d be done in thirty minutes he told her to find him in the club. She agreed, and he walked away with a drink feeling pretty good about himself. A few people recognised him as he made his way through the crowd to one of the overstuffed couches on the opposite end of the room in the lounge area, and he stopped to make mindless small talk with a few of them. Most of them were faces he’d only seen several time, and he didn’t remember the majority of their names. It amused him that for so many people, he was an image stuck in their head, however he couldn’t even begin to remember half the people he met in his lifetime. Lowering himself onto a couch he allowed himself to scan the gyrating cloud, strobe lights and colourful beams passing over their heads. He took a sip of his scotch and the liquid burned down his throat, a sweet feeling that made him feel better then he had earlier that evening. The air was thick and humid inside the club as well, and he slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders and placed it neatly next to him. It sat lifelessly on the couch, crumpled. He yawned and leaned back against the back cushion, sinking into the material. How was it possible that he was this bored in such a place?[/quote]

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