WALKER, noah søren

[Noah Søren‎ Walker]

I go by (slenderman), and my time zone is (eastern). I found this site by (lurking). You can contact me (aim or pm).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Noah Søren‎ Walker

AGE:

32; born in 1634, died in 1666.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Demon; crossroads demon.

NATIONALITY:

American now; European (German) ancestry.

OCCUPATION:

Prison Warden & Football player.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

My skin is… I dunno, normal? That’s a good way to put it. Normal and a little bit on the tanned side. I do go outside quite often so the sun does, you know, shine on this body and darken it up a little bit. Anyways… Normal, average tanned skin… Normal, average teal eyes - as if my eyes couldn’t decide whether to be green or blue… Normal, average light-brown hair. Sometimes darker, it just depends on the lighting. Lucky me, right? Hmm, let’s see… I’m in my thirties so, you know, my prime is… Starting to diminish. Starting to get crows-feet from stress and well… Thank god my hairline is the same. Doubt anything will change because now I’m un-aging… So these pearly white teeth? Yeah, they’re staying. This muscular eight-pack athletic build? Also staying… At least, I hope those things stay.

CELEB CLAIM:

David Beckham.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

I’m still that kid from way back when. The shy-acting, reserved, minding his own business kid… Most of the time. I will admit, after I died I grew a little opinioned bug and a persistence one. When I wanted something I set forth and tied to obtain it. Sometimes it made me seem like a jackass while other’s just bossy or annoying. I’m not a virgin anymore though I almost was that 40 Year Old one from the movies, heh. Now I don’t really care. Everyone deserves some sort of pleasure and relaxation. Hmm, let’s see… Oh! I have a mouth on me. I may be reserved here and there but when I’m not you darn well know it! I will cuss you out, shove so much truth down your throat you’d choke… I have a very profound backbone… When I’m in those moods. However, despite my rough-looking persona I can be a sweetie-pie. Need something? I’ll get it. Need a shoulder to cry on? I’m there. I’d say I’m the average guy… Right in the middle of being rude and loud to conservative and polite. I have my moments, let’s say. It’s simple as that. I can be your best friend or worst enemy… It just depends on how you treat me.

LIKES:

KFootball. Being an authoritative figure. Money. Donating. Sleeping with women. Food - I eat my own body weight almost every day (I guess it’s a downfall to my species or something). Animals though I don’t own any. Video games. Movies. Pop - like soda and other caffeinated beverages. Being alone most of the time. Reading and being an intelligent individual who can hold a conversation.

DISLIKES:

When people sass me; I get mean. Taxes - they’re annoying. When I get dissed on the field/game. Falling in love with someone only to have them cheat on me - I’m starting to hate being in any sort of relationship. The smell of farts. Waiting an hour for food to cook. Democratic idiots. When people don’t use their brain. Working overtime - I quite like relaxing. Weather that cuts my power of wi-fi. Being paranoid that something might break.

SECRETS:

I was a virgin until I turned thirty-three. Sad, right? What I am is a secret unless you’re a supernatural creature. Hmm… I’m a famous football star? Though almost everyone who pays attention to the sport knows that.

FEARS:

Dying and staying in Hell… Or even Heaven. Not having a family - maybe I’m infertile? Who knows. Being cheated on again… The prison being closed down; though that won’t happen anytime soon.

DREAMS:

To have a family one day. I don’t see this happening anytime soon but… It would be nice to have something to live for rather than for fame and helping criminals learn their place… Ya’know?

STRENGTHS:

Protective. Compassionate. Strength itself. Very strong and sturdy back-bone. Rich. Powers of the supernatural.

WEAKNESSES:

Highly opinioned - has a mouth to him. Bark and bite. Appearances are deceiving. Reserved in a sense. Lustful.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Believe it or not, I’m European. Want to be more specific? German. I was born there until my family and I went over the pond to London and stayed there for the rest of our lives. However, we did visit our ‘motherland’ Germany and the families that remained there from time to time. It wasn’t much. Maybe once or twice a year. We mainly stayed in London. My father was a noble man that made an honest wage as a detective for London, while my mother was more or less a housewife, but she did do some sewing on the site in her home for some extra change. I was their only child, sadly. They tried multiple times for children but they always were miscarriages. I was lucky number seven.

I grew up the normal childhood. I was loved and adored, though when I misbehaved I learned my place. At first I was the outgoing child that loved to make friends, though as the years passed on and on, I slowly started to be more withdrawn and kept to myself. Don’t get me wrong I did try to convene and converse but in the end it just didn’t seem worth it, you know? I was ‘unpopular’ and ‘just there’. Child to teen, and finally into adulthood at the age of sixteen; I still was the more reserved character. Trust issues were there yet I yearned to be accepted. Call it a double standard and hypercritical but that’s me. I’m weird and I accept that.

I managed to get a girlfriend at twenty-four, though that didn’t work out well. I was cheated on. The second girlfriend I had, she was dating another man while claiming to love me. She was engaged a month before I broke up with her due to negligence. After that woman, I just decided to give up on the dating life. Maybe it was because I didn’t have sex until I felt like I could trust them completely? I don’t know… But soon enough I hit the number thirty-two. Still a virgin. Did I care? No… Life was worth living and working to the grind then you die. Like my father before me, I was a detective myself. I was helping solve crimes and pin-point the culprits. I loved my job, it was fun and rewarding but very stress-orientated. Despite not having much friends due to my trust issues and reserved nature, I lived life like the normal Brit. I was happy in a sense… Until one day.

In 1666, there was a fire that broke out by the water. Sadly, I was stuck in the fire due to a job and didn’t want to get out until I got all the evidence. See that? Determination. Though when I exited the building I then saw it; the most terrifying sight ever. People were burning alive, screaming, running down the street… It was horrible. I tried to escape myself with my bag of evidence. But buildings were falling down left and right. I was stuck inside for a while until I escaped. Though when I looked back I saw a child… In the third story window, the flames in the second and the surrounding buildings. A part of me wanted to run away but my chest burned to save the child. Putting down the bag by some stairs in a safe location, I ran back to the fiery city and ran into the building. My body was burned… Blood seeped out of my skin as I ran to the third floor from the fire. Grabbing the child and holding onto her, I ran downstairs.

I fell a few times and hurt her, but I got back up, picked her and her teddy bear up and ran outside with the worst limp ever. Her mother was outside crying and being dragged by a neighbor when she saw me… A man with red skin. I gave the child to her though when that transaction happened, the buildings roof caved in and fell forward… Landing on us all. I died that day…

Heaven, I saw it… Though it was just out of arms reach before my whole world went black and then back to where I was. Thought he people, the ashes, the fire… It was as if time stood still. And my wounds, the blisters and torn skin from the fire… The blood… It was all gone. Getting up, I walked around confused before a small group of black figures appeared before me. One of them reached out and held my head, causing me to feel immense pain before getting back on my knees. The person told me that I had a purpose… Instead of being a solider in Heaven doing nothing; I had a job here on Earth. I had no choice but to accept the deal… And I have to say; who I was both physically and mentally was twisted. I am still kind but now I have just a little bit of that ‘no care’ persona…

A crossroads demon… That was what I was. I was considered bad, but Heaven allowed it. So this was my retribution? Seemed unfair but I accepted it. I got falsified documents and lived most of my life in the UK; moving around every ten to twenty years. When the 1800’s hit, I soon got on a boat and went overseas to try life there. Though when I got there the myth of the souls demons transferred over. I still had a job and it was getting to be rather annoying. Death was not an option for me… For it happened once and I was brought back again. So this was my purpose? Making deals with people for their soul? I believe I deserve something better than this!

In the 1970’s, I continued my detective work even before that time, but on that date I got an inspiration for something else. The bad people… They needed a better supervisor, so I became that supervisor. I was an officer of the law in prison. Soon I grew up the ladder and owned the prison itself. I was now a prison Warden. Though I wasn’t alone. I felt the need to have a tridad system. Three people in charge but I was the head man that made the final say. I wanted people to have more employment and such… Though it cost me a bit, it seemed worth it in the end. I got nerw ideas from different viewpoints and the prison grew.

In the 2000’s when I was playing with an ex-lover and her boyfriend (who I was friends with) we were playing football. She wasn’t so amused by it but she played with us though most of the time watched us. A scouter was not too far off and I didn’t know before I kicked the ball. It went from one side of the field past the other. It was a remarkable touchdown kick. The man saw that, came up to me, and asked me to do more ‘moves’. I did and the man liked what I saw. He told me to come in for an interview on the sixteenth and I did. It was training with some other ‘decent players’. It lasted for a few days; seeing the stamina and will-power of the contestants before they decided on me. I was more bulky and I delivered a mean kick. Plus when I had the ball and people jumped on me, I bent my legs and kept my body up; I didn’t necessarily went down easy. I didn’t run as fast as the other men, but I was called ‘the tank’ and didn’t go down without a fight.

With that in mind, I tried to co-relate both jobs. I was still in charge of the prison in Essex, New Jersey, where I lived and resided, but I seemed to work there in the fall and winter months while I reserved the spring and summer for training and seasonal football games. Though sometimes we do train in the winter and a handful of times I work in the prison in the summer, but overall; I made sure I could do both jobs just fine. Sad to say… I have so much money I don’t know what to do with it…

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother and father are long dead. I am all alone.

OTHER:

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