Post by Noah Diamond on Jan 3, 2009 13:11:17 GMT -6
NOAH RYAN DIAMOND !
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hey there ! my name is eefa, and yeah, i'm a girl. i know, crazy right ?! anyway, i've been gracing you with my presence for nearly fourteen years, and i love this place; thanks to randomly looking through ads on other forums xD for leading me here. you can also find me at pm or msn, ask for it plzkthnx, or through no one else yet. let's let the fun begin[/font]
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well, my full name is Noah Ryan Diamond, but i like to be called just Noah. my full name means expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, and the joy of living; probably because of some voodoo nuts. i'm nineteen years old, yeah; i'm barely legal - and a boy, thank you very much. you can find me on the original list, where it'll say i'm a senior(held back) year. oh, and i almost forgot, my birthday is on august 2nd, wanna throw me a party ?! i knew it[/font]
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i'm damn good looking, wouldn't you say? i've been told that i look like Ian Watkins, but everyone knows i'm way sexier. don't even lie ! what, you didn't think that picture was flattering? well i have naturally brown, sometimes dyed black hair; sort of like an emo kids hair, but wayyy cooler. and my eyes - they're two pools of brown; you could say they're pretty. at least, that's what i've been told. i'm such a beast, almost 6“1 feet, can you believe it? yeah, i take after my dad. and not that it's any of your business, but i weigh 155 pounds, and have a adverage body type. i know, i know; i should make an exercise video. i stay this way by not eating much, going crazy on stage and cigarettes, it's a lot harder than it sounds. you can usually find me wearing jeans and a t-shirt, though i'm notorious for crazier things. oh trust me bby, you ain't seen nothing yet[/font]
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jeez ! some people just piss me off. it's like they don't get that i like music, alcohol, parties, being out with friends, dogs, sex, guitars, weekends, nighttime, being on stage, cameras, nice clothes, converse allstars, money, breaking the rules, rain, making people laugh, meeting new people, cigarettes and finding someone that touches my heart, and hate school, being stuck inside the house, homework, being sick, losing friends, cats, rodents, the police, politics, racism, religion (though I go by Catholic, I’m actually an atheist), people who worry too much and my name ! is it really that hard to remember ?! but really, my pet peeves list could go on and on, i'll try and narrow it down so you don't fall asleep. i mean, racists, really hot weather and boring people are just grotesque, don't you think? i'll admit i have some bad habits of my own, though; namely being prejudice, being overly confident and not caring enough, and my quirks include talking to complete randomers when I’m bored. but i swear i'm a really loud, confident, charming, positive and fun-loving person. i have some weaknesses, which besides chocolate are alcohol, open minded people, confidence in other people. but i have great points too - outgoing, creative and musical. ssh, can you keep a secret ?! of course you can; i knew i could trust you. well, don't spread this on the bathroom wall, but I really, really want to fall in love. oh i feel so much better now.
Noah Diamond lives for today. He can’t change what happened yesterday, and fuck tomorrow; he’ll decide what to do then. After the death of Harriet, though it was a slow process, Noah taught himself over time to seize every day, and not to dwell on anything negative, things are always sorted out eventually. And if seizing every day was to be achieved by under age drinking, having sex with someone he didn’t know, or having fun instead of doing homework, than that’s exactly what Noah will do. All in all, he’s a very positive person - if something bad goes wrong today, there’s always tomorrow, and if something happens tomorrow, there’s always the next day, but he sure as hell won‘t worry about it.
Noah has potential to be the modern day Prince Charming. He could charm a cat out of a tree even ten vicious dogs growling at the end. He was born with a way with words, even if he does get terrible grades. And Noah knows it- there aren’t many who don’t sway at this charm, although often, his cockiness gets in the way. But, what with his love for music and performing, he would need to be sure of himself, though it’s not a rare happening for Noah to come across as overly-confident. And he is; he’s sure of nearly every aspect of his life, even if often he is proven wrong, it doesn’t sway his confidence.
More than anything, Noah is carefree and outgoing. He’s generally friendly, but if he says something that offends you, he wont have sleepless nights worrying if he hurt your feelings, he’ll simply laugh it off. Parties and gigs is what Noah lives for, making him a young and reckless, but what do you expect of seniors these day, eh?
The above paragraphs would apply to Noah around his friends, in school or in town, but at home, there's a completely different side of Noah that hardly anyone gets to see, not including his parents. While he's very happy-go-lucky and fun-loving outside, at home, Noah's contrary and irritable, and very very quiet. This behavior, of course is due to the depressed atmosphere that hangs around the house, and it effects his parents too. There is hardly laughter or witty banter in the Diamonds', and most Noah ends up locking himself in his room.
And what does Noah do in his room? No, not read porn, think again. He takes his guitar and embraces in his musical self. Sometimes Noah'll play his favorite songs on his guitar and sing the lyrics himself, making acoustic covers, and sometimes he'll put pen to paper and write his own music, as he has a natural gift of creativity that he was thankful for. While Noah hates being stuck inside the house, the time he spends in those walls are spent with his guitar, perparing himself for when he gets outside the house to go and be crazy and energetic on stage[/font]
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i was born and raised in a small town in Montana but now live with my parents in Adeline. i've had a crazy life, but i'm alright. my biological parents are Ryan and Georgia Diamond, and the people who raised me are the same. i have some rascal flats too, my sibling: Harriet, my younger sister, though she died.. i also have a great little pet, Norris, a black Labrador. yeah, i know you're jealous. i got him in the freezer aisle. but seriously, my life is important. the happiest memory of my life was probably when pretty much my whole childhood, before Harriet was born; i know, i almost cried i was so thrilled. but then there's the worst - jeez i hate thinking about it. When Harriet got killed when se was hit by a car when she was three yeas old.. sigh, i've had a hard knock life.
Sometimes, things are so good, you’re just waiting for something bad to happen.
This certainly was the case with Ryan and Georgia Diamond. Happily married, in their late twenties, and no worries financial wise, things kept on getting better when Georgia found out she was pregnant. The couple was over the moon, as were their friends and family, and as luck had it, the pregnancy went perfectly and nine short months passed before young Noah Diamond was born. Living in a small town in Montana, Noah had a pleasant childhood, with no drastic twists of tales of sorrow and tragedy. Noah grew to be a very likeable young boy who had many friends, a good personality, and not too bad grades.
When Noah was fourteen years old and a freshman in high school, Georgia gave birth to a baby girl, whom was named Harriet. Of course, this was beyond wonderful news to his parents, but despite the love Noah was supposed to feel for his sister, Noah couldn’t help but resent her a little. Six months after she was born, Noah couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper night sleep, what with being woken up to the sounds of a screeching baby at least three times a night. The teen also couldn’t stand how any adult that came to the house cooed and awed over the infant, especially as Noah couldn’t see what was so cute about the baby - her face was normally crumpled up and red from crying, and she had no hair.
Noah, being on his last nerve, tried desperately to find a distraction away from his little sister who was slowly driving him insane. At first, he tried studying; which didn’t work, considering his general background noise was a child screaming her head off. So, Noah figured he needed something to drone out that noise, and the only thing that was fitted for that job was music. After a bit of rummaging around, Noah found what he needed at the back of his wardrobe; and pulled out a guitar and a teach-yourself-guitar book his parents bought him for his twelfth birthday, but he was sure that he’d never use. Sure enough, music turned into Noahs vice, and it wasn’t long until he wasn’t only playing guitar, he was writing music and singing as well.
Even with music, however, when Noah was at school nothing could stop Harriet from sneaking into his room and ‘playing’ with his possessions. It became a regular thing for Noah to return home and find his clothes and cds scattered all over the floor. Noah was having enough- whenever he complained about the brat to anyone, they just laughed and said “You love her really, she‘s your sister!” But how could anyone feel love for a pest that brought nothing but noise, havoc and sleepless nights into their life?
That feeling all changed one Sunday afternoon.
It was the last day summer, last day of freedom for another school year, according to a group of teens. Noah was eighteen, had a license, failing in school, in a band playing rhythm guitar and singing lead vocals, and of course he and his friends were not looking forward to the next day. After a day in town with the gang, Noah got a lift home with his friends. Sitting in the back of the car with two of his other friends, the teens discussed the summer that was soon to be behind them, and jokes and laughter from recalling memories created a buzz in the backseat. The driver, an average friend of Noahs, often tried to join in on the fun, but he found it difficult to do so and keep his eyes on the road at the same time. As he arrived at the front of the Diamonds house, the fun and laughter was silenced with a thud. Fearing the worst, Noah scrabbled out of the back of the vehicle and ran to see what the driver had hit. And his fears were reality.
Lying lifelessly on the road, was a small girl, of three years old, blood cascading out of a large cut on the of her head that was hidden with her mass of dark curls. Her neck was twisted at an awkward angle to make it obvious that her neck was broken. Her arm was sticking out oddly too, leading Noah to think it was broken. Her pretty face was unscratched though, her eyes closed and her features peaceful, as if she was sleeping. Though normally little girls breath in their sleep. It was evident this little girl would be asleep for a very, very long time.
Noah stared at this lifeless little girl in horror. A little girl who answered to the name Harriet Diamond.
The next few months were a horrifying blur. Noah felt overwhelmed with grief for his sister who lost her life at such a young age, and even more overwhelmed with guilt - the lack of affection he showed towards Harriet her whole life, and he was the loudest in that car that day, he couldn’t help but think he was the reason the driver got distracted and hit his sister. Noah felt detached from the rest of the world, and refused to return to school until after a painful Christmas. After a few more weeks, the pain became less and less, until he could function properly again, though it was another story for his parents. They’d lost their only daughter, their son was behind in his last year of high school, so during the month of May they moved to Adeline, in Florida. Noah didn’t protest when he was told they were moving, because even though he was more or less fine again, he too wished to get away from the town- start again, start fresh, he’d have to repeat his Senior year but he didn’t care. He wanted to be a new person - to have a new life.
And that‘s exactly what he got, but will he be happy?[/font]
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so i've been role playing for almost four years. i know, i'm practically a veteran. i'd consider myself to be a intermediate roleplayer; i like playing anyone, I don‘t have a preference. whaat, you want some proof ?! well, here you go.
The school bell went as Penelope walked through the front door to the school. “Fuck!” she said under her breath. “Not again!” As she power-walked down the hallway, she dug her hand into one of the few bags she was carrying and pulled out a slightly ripped sheet of paper which had her timetable printed on it. Penelope stopped for a moment so that she could focus properly on the paper. She sighed to herself when she saw her first subject. French. Penelope had innocently gone out for a few drinks last night, as any woman in her early-30’s would, and already had a slight hangover as it was. The last thing she needed was a bunch of teenagers speaking a foreign language she still often got confused with herself, despite having studied it for many years in college. Penelope swore silently to herself as she shoved the timetable back into her bag before she continued pacing quickly down the hallway.
Hm, Penelope thought, as she walked down empty hallway. Looks like the babies decided to be on time for class today. When she passed the girls’ bathroom, she figured that it’d be worth going in to check her appearance, just to double-check that in her mad rush getting ready this morning, she managed to pull herself together enough so that she looked half-presentable. As she pushed open the door, Penelope heard the voices of two teenage girls coming from inside the bathroom: ‘Fuck, I’m dying for a fag.’ ‘Well, don’t. If we get caught skipping class, we’re dead, so if we’re caught smoking, I wouldn’t like to imagine-’ ‘Well, I say it’s worth the…’ the girl’s voice trailed off as she saw Penelope enter the room. Penelope searched her head for a second, trying to recognise the girls’ faces. Then she remembered. “Donna! Sarah! What the HELL do you think you’re DOING?!?!” Penelope screamed at the girls. Donna had her mouth open to lie, when Penelope interrupted her. “And DON’T even BOTHER lie about it, I heard the whole conversation! Do you actually THINK that you’d get away with skipping class? Not while I’M still bloody working here! Now, GET BACK TO CLASS!!” ‘Yes, Ms. Brown. Sorry, Ms. Brown,’ the girls stuttered as they quickly made their way out of the bathroom and into class. “And DON’T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!!!” Penelope screamed after the two girls. Though students normally acted like they couldn’t care less, Penelope could be a fucking scary bitch when she wanted. Penelope quickly glanced at herself in the mirror, and satisfied with her appearance, continued out of the bathroom and back on her way to class.
She was about 10 minutes late when she eventually arrived in the classroom. “Bonjour,” Penelope said as she paced into the classroom and dumped her bags behind the teachers desk. “Bonjour, madam,” was the reply that came from about four people in the class. Penelope paused, then looked up at the class. “BACK INTO YOUR SEATS!!!” she shouted at the class, who were all sitting in groups on the chairs, desks, and even the ground. Immediately, the boys and girls rearranged themselves into their proper seats. “Okay,” Penelope said, with a filthy look on her face. “Lets try AGAIN. Bonjour, babies.” “Bonjour, madam,” came the reply from every student in the class. A smile spread across her face. “Much better.” Penelope took out a large black folder and several books out of her bag before sitting down in the teachers chair. “Now, said Penelope, very calmly. “Sortez vos livres, s'il vous plaît.” Upon seeing the blank look on the students faces, Penelope sighed and shook her head. She had said the same thing every single French class since she stated teaching, and the students still couldn’t remember what she meant. “Take out your books,” she snapped at the students. While the students were doing so, Penelope opened up the folder she had taken out, which contained basically everything she needed for teaching. She turned to a certain page and checked to see what work she had prepared for today’s class. Hmm. Fuck. She didn’t. She normally did it out the night beforehand, but, of course, she was out last night. Nice one, Penelope, she thought, as she looked through the French book. She then came across a page with just revision work on it. Perfect, they had covered everything on the page. “Alright... just revision today. Do all of page 57,” Penelope turned over to the next page. ”And down to question 5 on page 58.”
Now that’s out of the way, what else do I need to cover? Penelope thought. Ah, I need to take note of whoever’s absent, she remembered. She went back to her folder and turned to another page. ”Okay, babies, who’s not in?” Penelope asked the class.
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