Post by Noah Caiden on Oct 27, 2022 22:31:05 GMT -5
“The dead should be allowed to rest for all eternity. Were it not for me, they would, but I will gladly sacrifice the dead so that the living may not yet join them. I swear this on my name as the Necromancer.”
-Opening-
Discord/Chatango Username: Zeich, Z, Wolf
Password 1: Kitai’s Debt
Password 2: Sanctus Teamwork
Type: Genius
Squad: 4
Rank: Captain (Challenging)
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-Basic Information-
Name: Noah Caiden, “The Necromancer”
Age of Death: 85
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 998 / 30 Years
Birthday (Month/Day): July 23
Blood Type: O-
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 6’0” / 180 lbs.
Physical Description:
Noah is what most people expect when they see a doctor, at least visually. Long, golden-blonde hair is bound a ponytail that rests along the man’s back, kept tied carefully back so that it does not get into his face and interfere with his vision. A sharp, carefully trimmed beard frames his face, extending down each cheek in a finely-shaved line carved with utmost precision, tracing along the lower jaw and neatly shortened at the chin to give it a look of refinement. It gives him a look of wisdom despite his seeming youth; though he appears younger than he should at his age thanks to his exceptional medical talents, that beard helps contrast that image slightly, giving him a sort of middle-ground look to his features.
Thin-framed glasses sit atop his face, the whole piece surprisingly sturdy for all its seeming frailty. These spectacles are specially commissioned to avoid being damaged in combat, made of a variety of spiritual steel that, while it will not protect the user’s face or eyes, will also ensure that the necessary seeing devices are left unharmed and, should they become broken, will simply regenerate themselves slowly over time. This means that attacks can pierce them in an attempt to aim for the eyes, but that should the glasses not become unnecessary by potential blinding, they will still remain functional shortly after. Even the lenses are crafted from this same refined metal, though it takes a good deal of work to ensure that they have the same optic properties as the lenses on a normal pair of glasses.
Though much is to be said about the glasses, there is just as much to be said about the eyes that dwell behind them. Eyes that are a brilliant blue shimmer in the light, the color of sunlit oceans sparkling in those irises. However, this is not a constant, and a storm can brew to turn those oceans into a tempest. In times of stress or high concentration, those eyes fade to a muted gray-blue that seem to fade in intensity as one looks into them. When angry, however, the storm’s lightning lances across them, and they begin to shift to a more golden-yellow, one that seems to glow with a light of its own, though that may simply be from the sheer intimidating presence of his Reiatsu at that point. Those eyes are always a central feature of his face, however.
That face is shaped into many expressions, but the most common is that of amusement, creating slight lines around the man’s mouth and eyes, adding onto the image of a graceful maturity that seems to only lightly touch Noah’s features. These lines are light, bare impressions upon the smoothness of his skin, yet even when mostly unseen they leave the idea of a laugh hidden in those eyes, concealed in the curve of a smile. The slight curve of his eyebrows and the barest quirk of his brow only enforces this impression, drawing out assumptions of positivity and an almost coyly teasing sense of humor that hides just beneath the surface.
But where there is a sunny smile, there is also a stormy glare. Those lines deepen in times of heavy stress, underlining eyes that have gone as cold as a winter morning. The quirk of a smile on the edge of Noah’s mouth has vanished, replaced by thinned lips pressed together in concentration. Age seems to come with stress and anxiety, creases appearing on that otherwise unmarred forehead as he reaches times of frustration, and those eyebrows that normally indicate so many different subtle cues of pleasant happiness are now drawn low to match eyes narrowed in concentration or anger.
Noah bears lightly tanned skin, darkened thanks to his time spent on the front lines as a combat medic. Despite the expectation that doctors are often found only in their offices or clinics, Noah is quite the opposite, and his time in the field has saved more lives than he could have saved within the confines of the Squad Four barracks. His body is kept immaculate for the sake of reducing the risk of any and all outside infections caused by lack of care, and it shows; neatly trimmed nails, clean and smooth skin, and neatly trimmed beard and hair all indicate the care and caution he takes in ensuring a sterile healing environment.
Like many Captains who still wear the Shinigami uniform, Noah wears his so that it is heavily modified, suited for his role as a combat medic. Though the sleeves are their normal length, they taper at the wrist to avoid creating billowing cloth that could get in the way of delicate procedures. Each wrist also bears a long armband that extends from the base of the palm to halfway up the forearm, containing basic medical tools that can be used in cases of low Reiatsu or delicate situations, like the need to remove a foreign object before using a healing aura to restore the wound, as such an aura often does not deal with removing things like broken shards and other similar materials. Each wristband contains a small scalpel, scissors, a spool of thread with multiple needles, and a thick roll of bandages, all of which can be accessed by opening the right pouch along the wristband.
Noah normally can be seen wearing his Captain’s haori[/u], except in situations where he feels that he is going to be performing extensive surgery or similar operations that could leave it stained or damaged. In such situations, he is prone to removing it and folding it carefully before placing it into a pouch that he wears at his hip, one that is for his haori and nothing else. There is nothing special about this canvas bag, but it has always been set aside exclusively for this use and little else, excepting times of emergency. This bag is secured to the sash that he wears around his waist, holding his jacket closed, and is one of six different pouches that Noah wears on his sash. Each of the others contains basic medicines and salves, treatments that can be used for quick battlefield healing such as mild sedatives, creams to induce numbness in small areas no larger than a palm, coagulants to slow bleeding from normal causes, and salves to sooth non-spiritual burns. All of these are basic tools that have no combat usage; to try to do so would be counterproductive, and exhaust supplies that could be better used to save a life or reduce suffering.
The medic completes his outfit with a pair of long black slacks as opposed to the skirt-like hakama that most Shinigami bear. These pants are comfortable in their fit, but like the wrists of his jacket, they narrow at the ankles, preventing them from creating loose cloth that could interfere in the middle of a serious operation on the battlefield. Like the sleeves, he bears two bindings, one on each leg that extends from the ankle to as far as his mid-calf, but these do not bear the same tools as those on his wrists. These contain small vials, eight in each pouch, that are carefully sealed, as well as syringes used to draw from them. Each of these vials contains blood; there two vials for each type, including positive and negative for a total of sixteen vials. These are used for emergency transfusions, and though they will not restore all of the blood in a patient’s body with such small quantities, they are measured to be enough to provide minimal survivability in critical cases so that a patient may be transported for more urgent care. These are kept at the calves because the central body is often the main target of attacks, and the arms are often used to defend against such, making the legs the safest place to keep such delicate objects.
Aside from the glasses that frame his eyes, Noah only keeps one additional accessory on his frame, tucked away beneath his shirt where few people can see it. A pendant hangs on a silver chain, and the charm at the end of it is a small metal disc with a glass globe set in its center. Sealed within the glass is a single drop of crimson red, the barest amount of blood that hardly discolors the clear surface, yet Noah will guard this object with his life. That blood is the last remaining proof of his dearest friend’s existence, and is the basis for the research that Noah embroils himself in. It is never apart with him, and is worn always, and usually kept hidden.