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Growing up in Bastion, Noah was always held in high regard. He is a Grayson. He comes from money. He comes from breeding. He comes from a name. If he wanted it, he got it. If he wanted a certain type of clothing, he got the best. If he wanted the man or woman of the moment? He found a way to turn their head. Nothing has ever been denied to him and it shows in how he acts. Noah got in a bit of trouble in Bastion. It involved a noblewoman and some bad decisions. He decided he wanted the woman. The woman decided she wanted him. The only problem was that she was already courting his best friend. A small fight broke out and everyone thought it best that Noah go to Arx for a bit of time. Maybe it would give him the actual time to grow up and see there is more to the world than what it offers him.

Standing a few inches above six foot, this man possesses lean muscles of a runner. His hair is a mixture of shades of blondes that almost bleed to browns in a golden color. It is kept short on the sides and longer on the top as it threatens to fall into his blue-gray eyes. There seems to always be some form of boredom to those eyes, as if he's always just slightly disappointed in where he is and when he is there. He has the classic features that mark him as a Grayson through and through. His jawline is firm and squared off and he's more apt to smirk than smile.

Noah has been raised to think he's better than everyone for being a Grayson. He does. He does what he wants and how he wants with little thought to other's feelings but his own. This is not to say that he cannot have a change of heart upon meeting people more. He's prone to smirk and be full of himself, at least in public. Some say if his lips are moving, he's lying. Who he is in private and those close to him? No one is quite certain.