KISLER, Walker Noah

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(NOAH WALKER KISLER)

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Name:

Noah Walker Kisler

Nicknames:

N

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Position:

Local

Occupation:

Vocalist/Guitarist

Canon or Original:

Original

Sexual Orientation:

Straight

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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e

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Height:

177.8 centimeters [ 5 feet 10 inches ]

Weight:

60.78 kilograms [ 134 pounds ]

Hair Color/Style:

Noah has a bright color of green in his hair. His hair is just about spread out a bit but still layered to look fluffy.

Face Claim:

N ; Pokemon Black/White

Brief Overview:

Noah was slightly shorter than his fellow family members. Actually he was probably one of the shortest. His family were all six foot and taller. He was only five foot and ten inches. They had a nickname for him but they stop calling him that after he finally snapped and punched someone in the nose because of it. That boy didn't get up for a good five minutes. He is almost the leanest of the family. Though despite the way his body was made, he is still relatively strong and quick. And his weight helps with his speed since he is really light.

He has bright green hair that is just everywhere but still in place that shapes is his head. It is also quite fluffy. Did I mention that? Well I just did so yeah it is fluffy. After he turned ten, he started to grow his hair out at great lengths and only got his dead ends trimmed so it would continue to grow longer. Right now it is right on his rear and that is as far as it's gotten. He normally pulls it up but it only raises it just a bit. Not really noticeable I know but he finds it more comfortable.

He has green eyes of the same same brightness as his hair. They show his emotions whenever he is down or excited. Or if he is just plain pissed off.

He usually wears the same thing or similar colors to his clothes. He is usually found wearing a white jacket where the sleeves fall just a few inches above his wrist. He wears a black long sleeve or short sleeve shirt underneath and the long sleeve normally is seen past his jacket sleeve a bit. He has a black wrist band on his right wrist with white dashes around it. He is also seen wearing a black cap with a white strip on the front. He has a sphere necklaces with two rings around it that orbit around the sphere. He usually wears tan colored pants with black and green converse.

When is he wanting to more formal for a meeting or for an interview, he will wear a black suit with a white shirt and a green tie with pants and polished black shoes. He tries to look as professional as he can to draw people's attention to his long green hair.

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- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y

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Likes:

❤ Music
❤ Singing
❤ Writing Lyrics
❤ Cooking
❤ Stuffed Animals
❤ Playing his Guitar

Dislikes:

⁈ Ignorant People
⁈ People who pick fights
⁈ Lip Syncing
⁈ Losing
⁈ Making mistakes in front of a crowd
⁈ Losing to his other self

Strengths:

✧ Language
✧ Singing
✧ Writing
✧ Playing the Guitar

Weaknesses:

✦ Blistering his fingers
✦ Dual Personality
✦ Fire
✦ Cream Soda

Overview:

Noah is a child of abuse and mistrust. He was raised in a horrible environment and didn't really heal properly. So now he is dealing with dissociative identity disorder. He keeps it secret from everyone and when he feels him trying to creep to the surface, he runs and finds a place to hide. He hates to show weakness. Now that I have this out of the way let's talk about Noah.

Noah is a bit music fan and likes almost any kind of music. He learned that he could sing when he was five and started singing one of his favorite songs up to now "Under My Skin" by Skillet. The music played by this band seemed to help him get through life. He also likes to write his own lyrics that he hopes to one day make a career from. He loves to cook and tends to be the one cooking for his family. At least he never burnt anything right? In his childhood, he took a liking to stuffed animals and he didn't really let go of this even at his age.He is overly attached to them like he used to but he likes them still. He is also a natural at playing the guitar. He found one next to a neighbor's garbage can and he decided to fix it up. He began to play it at age eleven and after two years he could play it like he born to play.

A few things that he just hates is ignorance in people. People who think his tastes are dumb before trying it makes his blood boil. And he really hates people who try to get him into a fight. It's always the same routine every day. People trying to get him to fight them only to get themselves beat up. Noah normally doesn't hold back in a fight unless it was planned in a good way. Like training someone to fight better or something. He really dislikes people who lip sync. I mean yeah it's okay for YOU to sing the song but to just keep your mouth moving with nothing coming out is just a waste of breath. If you want to sing, actually sing. Another thing he dislikes is losing at anything. If he loses, he gets really down and it takes him a week or two to get over it. Another thing he hates is making a mistake when playing his guitar for people. It embarrasses him to no end and prays that no one heard it and continues to play. But the one thing he hates the most is losing his mind to the other him who he has named, Zero.

His strengths are pretty small but a larger list than some. He is really good at learning other languages. He is very fluent in English and Japanese. He is excellent at singing like I said before. He is also really good at writing short stories as well as his lyrics. And lastly he is exceptional with the guitar.

A few weaknesses he has is getting blisters on his fingers when playing. You have no idea how much it hurts to play with blistered fingers. He also has two personalities, himself and Zero. Zero is a side created by his father who raised him horribly. He is also terrified of fire so when the fire shoots up when he's cooking he tends to freak out a little too much. But the only thing that isn't bad is his obsession for Cream Soda. If you have a bottle, expect him to ask for a sip and when he says sip he means "give me the bottle I want it". Don't be fooled my friends for he will trick you!

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- - - - - -the h i s t o r y

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Mother:

Mary Ann Kisler; 39

Father:

Derick William Kisler[Aslin]; 42

Siblings:

N/A

Home town:

Twilight Town

Overview:

Noah was raised in a horrible environment at a young age. But it wasn't always like this. At one point, he and his parents were happy. They never had disagreement and lived great. But that was until his father lost his job and all went to heck. He picked up alcohol the first day of being unemployed and after that became an alcoholic. This all happened around a few months after Noah's fifth birthday.

After a few months after he started drinking, he started to get aggressive due to the alcohol. Whenever something was wrong, he'd either blame him or his mother. It was always their fault and not his. He believe that everything he did was right and nothing was wrong about him. This really started to get out of hand when Noah went to dad to show himself and then just frown at it and throw it at his face. Nothing like that should be done to a child. It crushes their heart to pieces. But he did it anyways and continued on what he was doing.

Then after another couple of months of this endless nightmare, he start to resort to beatings when he believe Noah did something wrong. It was always a beating with him. He would leave bruises on him and when he went to school he would crash in his desk and be out like a light. Nothing seemed to wake up except a loud thud by his head. He could easily tell someone there about everything but he was afraid that his father would be angry and would hit him even more. Eventually, the father and the mother were having a big argument and he stood there as he slapped her in the face with full force. He hid wide eyed with tears running down his face. That was the most violent thing he had ever done was slap his own mother.

The next morning around three in the morning, his mother woke up with bags packed and told him they were leaving. She had written a note to his father and they left in the car and drove away. They quickly drove to the police station to request that he be put in jail and to ask all the neighbors about it. They knew it was happening but they were also afraid of him. His father was a scary man when he was drunk. It also didn't help that he had guns in the house that he knew how to use.

They said they would get to it soon and she left and they drove off to her parent's house to stay for a while. After a year, the bruises were gone but scars were made that never disappeared. But the memories would never disappear. They continues to cycle through his mind over and over until he couldn't take it anymore. Then he started to hear a chuckle. He looked around and saw nothing. Then he heard it again. Where was it coming from? Then a voice started talking in his head saying things that he didn't like.

A few years later, he started listening to his music and "Under My Skin" by Skillet started playing. Then his mouth opened and began to sing the song and his voice synced with the voice on the song in his own way. When it got louder his head started to move and then a tear came down his face. After the song ended and he curled up and sat by his bed. He missed his life of happiness. He hated everything that happened.

Later, he walked outside to take the garbage out and saw a electric guitar sitting by a neighbor's trash and looking like he wasn't too banged up. He asked if he could have it and they let him. He took it and started to clean it. He then started to fix the strings back to rhythm and started to play it. He felt a connection and continued to practice. He then noticed a few things wrong and asked his mom if she could help repair it. Since he never really asked for anything all too much except stuffed animals, she agreed and helped him fix the guitar back to how it should be. He then played it and noticed a big difference.

After a couple of years, he started to play as if he was a complete natural. Of course he kinda was a natural. Normally it'd take some longer. It was Noah's fifteenth birthday when he was give an amp and headphone to hook into it so he didn't disturb anyone. He immediately got used to the noise of the amp increasing the sound and beat and began to try making his own songs. It didn't take him long but he kept them a secret.

A month later, he thought of trying to play for some quick money and stood at a corner in town and played a few songs on an acoustic he bought and played many songs by Skillet. He managed to get about $50 from it which wasn't bad and left it at that. On his free time when not practicing, he watched and helped his mom cook for everyone and eventually started to cook every now and then. He was an excellent cook and even spiced some of the recipes and made them better. Everything he did made him happy again.

Then after a year passed, he came across his father again who finally agreed on the divorce four years ago. He stared at him and he just looked so innocent. He noticed that he had an orange vest on with a bag of trash. He must be doing community service or it's part of prison. He really didn't care, the man deserve whatever punishment for what he did to him and his mother. His father reached his hand out to call his name but he turned and his hair blew the the side behind him as he left him there. He hoped that it hurt him. It should. Noah wasn't one for revenge but this was an exception.

He finally graduated high school a few months later, and then he saw his father again. He had a small smile on his face as he waved him over. His mother put her hand on his shoulder and nodded for him to talk to his father. He gritted his teeth at the sight of him. He hated him so much for what he did. But he walked over and stood there. Then he spoke and said "I'm sorry son". He looked at him as he continued to speak. "I'm sorry that I was a horrible role model for you. I never expected my life to crash down on me and I had no way to handle it. Though it doesn't make up for all the hell I gave you for nothing at all. I wish I was able to make up for it and see you grow up to the man you've become. I wish I could turn the wheels of time back again and change it all and maybe I'd keep you with me and we could had lived happy still. But that is something that can't happen and won't. But it doesn't mean that I can't help you now. For all the child support that I owed you for the years that I missed...here". He pulled an envelope out with a check of $2,200 worth of child support. Noah took the envelope and really wanted to hit him. Not for trying to win him back. But because he has wanted to do it ever since he saw him hit his mother.

And he did. He clenched his other hand and punched him in the jaw. His mother gasped as did everyone else. He stumbled and his cheek began to bruise. He then got his balance back and then looked back at him. "I have hated you for all the years I haven't seen you. I hated you even more when I saw you that day. But today I don't even know. What am I supposed to say to this? What the heck am I supposed to say!" Tears started to run down his face and then stained the ground. He fell to his knees and continued to cry. His father then got down and did something he never expected. He wrapped his arms around him and gave him a hug. His eyes opened wide when he felt his arms around him. The warmth from it was from before. Before all this ever happened. He then started to wrap his own arms around him and the tears kept flowing.

After his graduation, he and his father shook hands and promised that he'd try to be more available for him when he needed him. A few months later, he got a letter from his mother when he was living with a friend. The letter was dreadful. The day that he saw his father on his graduation, he had been diagnosed with leukemia. After a few months, it finally ended and he died. He dropped the letter and couldn't even speak. His eyes were wide open and began to look at his hands which he used to punch him right in the face. Then the voice came back and started laughing in his head. He ran out of his apartment and ran to the graveyard. It was an hour away but he made it in thirty minutes. He arrived at the graveyard and found his grave stone. He fell on his knees and held his head tight as tears ran down his face. After that day, he made it part of is schedule to go by his grave and put flowers down. He started playing at a local bar and got a good amount of money that he hoped to use for college. Pray for this one's soul.

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- - - - - -the p l a y e r

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Age:

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