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Noir Stone

Overall;
Noir, like her name, isn't a typical seventeen year old female. Her name came form her Mother before she passed away after giving birth to her, the middle aged woman wanting her child's name to be something special... Her Father wasn't the greatest parent, after her Mother died, he had turned into the worst kind of Dad a child could want. He grew more attached to his alcohol bottle then his two kids; Noir, and her older Brother Damien. Ever since Damien could walk, he had looked out for Noir, considering she couldn't do it for herself as well he could've.

Growing up without her Father's help wasn't the easiest thing, but it wasn't impossible. She never had to do the whole boyfriend thing with him, considering she didn't have the time for the males when she lived in New York City. Sure, some of them were interesting to her, but she'd never open up to give them a chance. What was she supposed to tell them, that they couldn't meet her Father because he was to busy babying his bottle of Whiskey? It made it easier not to get involved in males. Not to mention, her Brother would end up looking into the guy before she even had a change to get her first kiss.

When she was seven, Noir and her Brother were invited up to a small town to visit their Uncle for a couple of weeks in the summer. Her Uncle Mark had decided it would give the kids a chance to get away from their Father, and have their Father get a chance to be away from his kids. All three accepted, Damien and Noir both eager to meet their Uncle for the first time. Since their Mother's death, they hadn't met anyone that was on her side of the family, it would be a good change.

He lived in a cozy house in a town called Gravehedge. Smaller then New York City, that was for sure. But, it wasn't the smallest of places either. One High school, one Elementary school. Their 'down town' wasn't much of a down town, either. Their shops were friendly, and you didn't have to cover your head every time you heard some shouting going on, scared that a bullet would bounce off of something and end up pegging you in the shoulder. Here, things were nice, and peaceful. No drugs, rarely alcohol... it was a perfect place to have kids and raise them.

The two enjoyed their visit extremely well, and promised to come down the next summer.

Years passed, unable to visit their Uncle Mark because of their Father's orders, and Noir was soon sixteen. Her birthday would be coming up in the passing week or so, though it wouldn't matter much. Damien – who was now seventeen - was the only one to realize. The fighting had started again between the three, their Father ganging up on them and pointing his fingers. The two had had enough of him, this was madness! Threatening to leave, he sent them packing. He didn't have a care in the world, to be honest. Watching his two young leave, he seemed to be quite happy with himself.

They had no where to go in New York, no family members from her Mother's side, or her Father's. So, they both decided to go to the one place that they knew they were welcome at. Their Uncle's. It took them a while to get down there, having to back pack and hitchhike most of the way so they wouldn't grow cold, or over work themselves. Few people allowed them inside their house for the night, or gave them food. But, it was kindness like that that kept the two going.

After a week, and celebrating Noir's birthday on a Greyhound bus, they had reached her Uncle's friendly house. He welcomed them with open arms, and allowed them to stay, knowing their Mother would've suggested the same if she were still alive. After all, it was her Brother. Noir got the basement, Damien got the other room, and her Uncle kept his own room. It wasn't a big house, but it would keep the two on their feet until they moved out.

Appearance;
Noir has a stunning face, her features completely gorgeous. Of course, she hides most of it with her raven black hair, though she's been told it's still there through the strands of darkness. Her eyes are a piercing gray, her pale skin making the shade stand out more among her face. It's rare for her to wear make up, though the odd occasion, she'll wear a thin rim of black eyeliner around the edges of her eyes.
Her right eyebrow and the left side of her nose are pierced, a hoop in her nose and a small stud in her eyebrow. Surprisingly enough, she doesn't look like a piercing junkie, though it gives her more edge and makes people think twice about messing with her.

Usually, she wears 'normal' clothing, at least it's normal to her. Nothing that bad, really. A pair of ripped jeans, a tight T shirt, and a zip up hoody. Easy to throw on, easy to get comfortable in. Though, there is the odd day that she wears a tang top, or muscle shirt. A pair of red converse are usually worn on her feet, unless it's a special occasion, then she simply wears a pair of black strapped high heels. Though it's rare you'll catch her in anything fancy, like a dress or skirt.

Around her neck with a chain chocker, the letter N handing between a chain's link, black ink painted over it so it stands out from the silver chain. Hanging down into her breasts was a cross made from small skull heads. She wasn't religious, though the jewelry had caught her eye when her and Damien were traveling. Her right middle finger holds a ring that her Mother had wanted to give to her when she came of the age to be responsible for it. Instead, she had found it in their Mother's jewelry box before her and her Brother left, and took it with her for safe keeping. Her wrists held black gel bracelets, and sweatbands. Simple things, nothing to bad. Plain black with white out on it, designs she made when she got bored.

Her body is in shape, not to fit, but not to non fit. Her legs were silm, and shaped nicely. She had curves, even. An 'hour – shaped glass' body, as one of the Cheerleaders would've exclaimed back in New York. Noir's stomach was flat, her skin smooth to the touch. No matter where you looked, she was completely pale. Not a ghost shade of pale, though pale enough to stand out among her new high school and towns folk. Her bust was completely fair, and a reasonable size, even if she didn't want extra attention for it. On top of that, her bottom wasn't all that flat, either. It's nicely rounded, but not to noticeable. All around, her height wasn't the tallest, but taller then most of the female's who she had seen. Five six for her height, average size for a seventeen year old female.


Family;
Noir's family isn't the greatest, but hey, who's is? She didn't know many of her family members, or had contact with them as much as she would've wished to have. Nonetheless, here's the more important persons that have changed her life.

She has one Brother named Damien, who's a year older then her. He had protected her from most of harms way when they had been living in New York City, watching her back and making sure she was alright. Now, however, he's let himself loose a little and started more on the annoying strand then protective.

Her Father, named Kevin, is a rather large drunk and doesn't take well to being told so. She's unsure as to how old he is at the moment, never being told when she was younger. Half the reason as to why he hates Noir, from what her and Damien think, is because it was 'her fault' according to him that his wife died.

The Mother who had died at giving birth to Noir, at least it was an hour after she had given life to a new baby. Her name was Elizabeth, and at the age of twenty two when she passed away in the hospital. Noir didn't know much about her, other then that she was beautiful and she had gotten her Mother's eyes.

Uncle Mark was thirty four, currently. His birthday was unaware to the two children. Mark was a nice guy, hardly raised hell with Noir and her Brother, and he only asked that they stayed safe in the town. He'd always remind Noir to walk with both shoes on the right feet, knowing how she was when she was younger for her clumsiness.