Post by Noah Washington on Oct 14, 2014 8:00:29 GMT -6
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NAME: Noah Evan Washington
NICKNAME: No
AGE: Nineteen
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Local - Musician
FACE CLAIM: Chord Overstreet
POWER: Hydrokinesis - Noah can manipulate water from nearby sources. He can do things like stop the flow of water in a tap or make it run faster. He can lift water out of a lake and send it in other directions. Most notably, he can make it seem as though water appears from nowhere. In reality he can rapidly draw water particles from the air.
Limitations
He cannot create actual water, therefore existing entities are imperative.
He cannot 'lift' a mass of water greater than what he can physically lift.
Side-Effects
It takes a lot of mental stability to focus enough to use his powers, so he often ends up with headaches afterwards.
The concept of complete fluidity when it comes to focusing can leave him with nausea after using this ability.
The pertinent fatigue and idea of mental fluidity brings on frequent spells of vertigo when he's trying to find his balance again.
Post-use of his powers can threaten dehydration when it comes to overuse as his ability naturally draws moisture from his own form. Therefore, he has to drink more water than most.It's not all that interesting anyway.Once, there was a boy, born September 7th, 1995.
First of the Washington children, the blonde haired, bright blue eyed Noah was born into a family of meta-humans; a pair who met in high school, fell in love, and had been together ever since. Shy of a decent amount of money, they worked far too much for far too little, relying on the care of the grandmother who lived next door.
He got a brother when he was eleven. Joshua. His grandmother argued and ranted and raged about bringing another child into a family with barely enough money to support one, but it didn't matter.
He learned that love mattered more.I'll never get rid of it.Once, Noah bought a guitar.
His first guitar. It was an awful piece of instrument machinery; dodgey brand, broken strings, loose screws. Minor things he could work to fix, and over time he did. Whatever spare money he had from the moment he could work went into the first thing he'd ever really saved and bought for himself.
He lashed it out, playing the absolute worst strings of notes imaginable. Then it wasn't so bad. It was still awful, but it wasn't quite as awful. His fingers bled. He build calluses. He created a better ear and a better understanding.
He never gave up, determined to do something good with his first real purchase.
Years later, he's still playing. And he doesn't suck any more.It's still hard to talk about.Once, there was a car accident.
A normal day turned catastrophic. A man is injured because a woman runs a red light. Both cars are totalled. She walked away with a few cuts and a broken arm. He was in place in a medically induced coma in the hopes that his body would heal. However, he never woke up and the life support machines were turned off. He left a family behind. A wife, a mother, and two sons; sixteen and five, respectively.
The wife never recovered from the loss, so the mother moved into the house to help.
It was a huge adjustment. A huge space for sixteen-year-old Noah Washington to try to handle.I broke the shower head.Once, when he was sixteen, Noah was in the shower.
Typical, standard routine for the evening. He had no idea a shower would change his life forever. The water pressure was suddenly a little worse. It was usually pretty awful anyway, but in that particular moment, it was worse than it ever had been before. Then it stopped completely. He did what most people would do; he tried to kick start the pressure again by turning it off and back on. Still absolutely nothing.
Then the pipes started to rumble. He pressed his face against the tiles, his ear to the wall to actually hear the way it trembled. He could feel it in his hands. With a tentative step backwards, he lowered his eyebrows in curiosity.
The shower head burst off the joint with an onslaught of water behind it. The shower head knocked him right in the forehead, and the first thing he did was shout at the top of his lungs. He threw his hands towards the broken shower head to try and stop the flow of water, but it didn't work.
Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and his grandmother rushed in. She climbed in the shower with him and threw her hands up too; his immediately dropped to cover himself. Even if it's hectic and crazy, no one wants to hang out in a shower with their grandmother. Then his mother ran into the room too, his younger brother in tow.
The water just... Stopped. Again. Caught at the edge of the broken joint. He stared at the stagnant block with wide blue eyes, but his were the only ones. Unsurprisingly, they already know what was going on.It's all written in the sky.Once, he took interest in the stars.
Constellations were cool, right. Cooler than his amazing run on the swim team. Cooler than playing baseball for the school. Cooler than that growth spurt that shot him up to 6' even. The fact that these bright lights make up images that are built from stories was pretty awesome.
Hydra. Not to be confused with Hydrus (easily) or even Cetus (not-so-easily).
He liked Hydra because it represented the water snake - the female, specifically. It burned bright, and its brightest star translated to "the solitary one". It sounded deep; it reminded him of himself. He'd never been able to talk about personal issues before. He liked the idea of being a solitary individual. He wished he could always cope that way.
But Hydrus was the "male water snake". It represented the actual creature as opposed to the mythical sense. But the most interesting thing about Hydrus is that it didn't look like anything. Not like its mythical counterpart.
Cetus, sparingly, was the "sea monster". The most imperative thing was its placement; settled around other water-related constellations referred to as "the Sea". Pisces. Cancer. Aquarius-
It got a little boring, yeah? Not to him. Never to him.She didn't want to come on over.Once, Noah sang a song.
Valerie. The Zutons. 2006. It's a great song, but on that particular night his acoustic cover of choice is geared more towards the 2007 cover my Amy Winehouse.
Something about his choice in song had got the attention of this girl. She was on her own, but she was laughing. While she picked a seat right in his sight line, she covered her face with her hands. But he caught the way she looked, and he was instantly hooked. So he looked, grinning while he sang.
Until she shook her head. And she mouthed; no.
Ouch. Still, it wasn't a total deterrent. He replaced a word in the song for her. In the end, he thanked her directly through the microphone, because clearly she was the only one who cared enough to listen. At any rate. She had no intention of coming toward him during his break, so he went over to her. There was banter - some of it clever, some of it not. There was awful pick up lines and jokes. He didn't get her number. Not right away. But they went out after his last set is finished, and it was all uphill from there.
Mostly.It didn't seem like a bad idea.Once, Noah went to Russia with two of his friends.
One of them was a girl. There used to be feelings there, but that was totally done with. Wasn't it? It wasn't. She made a play for him while he was away. Valerie wasn't his girlfriend, but before he left he told her there wasn't anyone else. He told her she had nothing to worry about. When she picked him up from the airport, the idea that she was right fell heavy in his heart, and he told her he had to talk to her. Because hell, he practically promised it would be okay, and he was wrong.
When they get to her place, he told her she was right. She assumed he was leaving her. It felt like someone was leaving someone.
But it turned out completely different. A jealousy-sparked inquiry turned into the thing that really pushed them together. It pushed them to try to talk about what it is they were doing; they were dating, but there was no one else. They were practically a couple, but they weren't.
Until that particular moment in time. The moment that prompted them to talk about it. And after that night, they were.It was never how I planned it.Once, there was a spider.
Said spider lurked in his briefs as he was taking a shower. As he picked them up, said spider appeared out of the fabric and he tensed his jaw to bail on the idea of screaming. It was all good. It was gone. Until he saw it under the fridge. Then right behind the TV. Then it was gone. Until he found it in his shoe the moment he tried to throw them on to leave her place. He screamed. It was high pitched. It was relatively girly. When his girlfriend appeared, he instructed that she should find it and kill it.
Spiders. They weren't his thing.
He climbed on the kitchen counter. She threw a book at it and ran. She missed. How could she miss!
They argue about the nature of the spider. It must have mutant powers. It must have bit him to get said powers. He says he's not ready to be the father of mutant spider babies. She throws a book again and she joined him on the counter. Then, like the man he truly was, he climbed down and professed that he totally had that. Tentatively, he lifted the book up. The spider is dead. But from its remains spills a slew of tiny, tiny baby spiders.
He asked if he should kill them. She told him he should.
You're lucky I love you, he said.
The moment the spiders are dead, he stood still. He stared at her. She stared at him.
I said- He paused; the words are caught in his throat. I love you. You're lucky I love you.
It was the first, second and third time he'd ever said it. And he was pretty sure he ruined it.I'll never regret it.Once, Noah had a difficult choice to make.
Once he graduated, there was a lot to go back to. There was a fragmented family back home waiting for his help. But there was a life he'd been building on his own. Not just for himself, but for the person he was with. He thought about it a lot. He weighed his options and he had to wonder who he was making such a decision for in the first place. So contrary to his prior thoughts and beliefs, he chose to stay in Kalispell.
Because he has a real shot at a real future with someone he really loves.
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