HUGHES, NOAH WILLIAM

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 485px; background-color: #EDEDED; border: #A39480 5px solid; padding: 10px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 2px;]NOAH WILLIAM HUGHES ADVANCED CHEMISTRY • TEACHER • TAYLOR KITSCH [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]personal profile full name NOAH WILLIAM HUGHES nickname(s) GUILLAUME birthday & age FEBRUARY 7TH TWENTY-SEVEN gender MALE sexual orientation HETEROSEXUAL personality profile interests BEING A FATHER WORKING SPENDING TIME WITH HIS FAMILY HIKING, CAMPING, OR BEING OUTDOORS IN GENERAL SEEING HIS STUDENTS SUCCEED AND EXCEL MAKING OTHERS HAPPY dislikes HAVING TO FAIL ANY OF HIS STUDENTS BEING AROUND HIS MOTHER ALCOHOLISM IMMATURITY UPTIGHT PEOPLE hobbies RIDING HORSES TRAVELING CAMPING SPENDING TIME WITH HIS FAMILY PLAYING SPORTS OF ANY KIND fears & secrets HIS MOTHERS AN ALCOHOLIC AND HE HATES IT AND HIDES IT FROM JUST ABOUT EVERYONE EXCEPT HIS WIFE. HE FEARS LOSING HIS CURRENT FINANCIAL STABILITY, HIS JOB, OR HIS FAMILY personality NOAH'S GENERALLY AN EASY GOING GUY. HE TRIES HIS BEST TO KEEP THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM UPLIFTED AND MOTIVATED LIKE HIMSELF. HE'S ALWAYS BEEN THE TYPE TO BE VERY FRIENDLY AND OUTGOING, WHICH MAKES IT EASY FOR HIM TO GET ALONG WITH JUST ABOUT ANYONE. HE'S NO ALL FUN AND GAMES THOUGH. ASIDE FROM BEING FUN-LOVING HE'S ALSO VERY DEDICATED TO DOING WHAT HE BELIEVES HE DOES BEST: TEACHING AND BEING A LOVING AND PROVIDING FATHER AND HUSBAND. THERE ISN''T A WHOLE LOT TO NOAH OTHER THAN WHAT YOU GET AT FACE VALUE. HE REALLY IS A BIG-HEARTED, HARD-WORKING SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN AND TREAT JUST ABOUT EVERYONE WITH DIGNITY AND RESPECT, EVEN THOSE WHO MAY NOT BE DESERVING OF IT. AS MENTIONED HE'S DEDICATED, WHICH IN TURN MADE HIM VERY FAMILY ORIENTED. MOST OF THE TIME YOU CAN HARDLY GET HIM TO SHUT UP ABOUT HIS WIFE, DAUGHTER, AND FATHER. HIS MAIN GOAL IN LIFE IS TO MAKE SURE THEY'RE ALWAYS CARED FOR AND HAVE A STABLE HOME. [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]history & family education TEXAS CHRITIAN UNIVERSITY MAJORING IN EDUCATION AND CHEMICAL ENGINEERING parents JACKSON HUGHES • RANCH AND VINEYARD OWNER • LIVING ANSLEY PAX • RETIRED MODEL • LIVING siblings NONE significant other MARRIED TO NOEMI HUGHES • FRENCH TEACHER DAUGHTER IS AMELIE HUGHES • TWO history Noah was born early February to, then, Jackson and Ansley Hughes in Freeport, TX. He was used to an honest and loving childhood where both of his parents were there to tuck him in every night and he went to church every Sunday and he wasn’t allowed play until all of his homework was done and the ranch was tended to. His family was pretty well off, but humble about what they had. Where his dad could have had a Ferrari he put a muddy old pick-up truck. But Noah’s mother wanted bigger opportunities and to put those big savings to better use. Things began changing for Noah around age 10 when his mother demanded a move to San Diego. Noah’s father left his ranch in the hands of his family and agreed to come back every couple months to do his share of maintenance. Ansley always said a smelly Texan ranch was no place for a high fashion model like her and threw herself right to the top in California. While his dad worked hard at the vineyard they had invested in Ansley became increasingly greedy, power hungry, and unstable. She was over-dramatic, demanding, and abusive. But one good thing came from her career. With all of the weird hours Jackson had to work on the vineyard, Noah often landed at a shoot with his mother. And that’s how 11-year-old Noah met his sweet future best friend and wife Noemi, age 8. The only unfortunate thing was that Mrs. Hunter, a fellow model, was Ansley’s biggest competition and her son befriending Hélène’s daughter did not sit well with her. Noah and Noemi spent as much time together as they could as children but as they got older and Ansley’s wrath got fiercer Noah found himself seeing less and less of Noemi. No more phone calls, play-dates…nothing. The last time they spoke he was 17, and his home situation was gaining downhill momentum. Living in a vineyard had definitely been a bad idea, as with his mother frivolous spending came a sudden taste for expensive bottles of wine his dad spent days cranking out. Noah’s mother was digging away and his father’s saving and drinking them into bankruptcy. Finally, when Noah was 18, Jackson filed for divorce and and hauled ass back to Texas with Noah. They kept the vineyard but made sure Ansley didn’t have a key to a single door. Through the turbulent years of his life Noah had thrown himself into being the poster boy for the American dream, excelling athletically and academically. After graduating top 3 in his class Noah went on to study for his masters in chemical engineering but never stopped working hard for what he was given. In the recent years Noah had been still working on his father’s ranch travelling between there and the vineyard and working part time as an engineer at a Texas lab. He and Noemi reconnected one day in an airport when he was coming from California and it was as if times had never changed. A year later they married and were graced with a beautiful baby girl. After marrying they decided to take up a permanent residence LA and both found teaching jobs at Brentwood. the puppeteer your alias LEXXY time rping 4-5 YEARS how did you find us THROUGH TSGO entrance word -ADMIN EDIT- rp sample “What am I doing here? What the fuck am I doing here?” was all V could say to herself. She wasn’t sure why she ever thought this was a good idea. It wasn’t as if seeing her again would magically change Two-Bit or make the fact that she was in reaper territory any less dangerous. She remembered the good old days of being tossed around and intimidated and beat and fucked until all she could do was cower. She did owe her resilience to her past experiences though. He had made a monster of her, and she preferred it that way. Now she didn’t have to cry, she didn’t have to be afraid or take anything from anyone. She was almost never vulnerable. But even still, for some damn reason, despite how much she loved who she was now the person she used to be was so damn imported. This was the one thing that frustrated her, how she could never put her finger on anything. Why did she feel the need to know? Why Quinn’s face haunt her? Where did she come from? She knew she didn’t appear vulnerable very often but it was question like these that tore her from the inside out and sure as hell made her feel vulnerable. Right now, on the inside, she was feeling pretty shit. Here she was in the big vast wasteland with no one to care about her and love her, without even the reassurance that she once had that. Really somewhere deep down she wished that she, at least at one point, had people who cared for her and looked after her and just loved her. It was hard to be in a world where you didn’t feel loved. It was hard to be in a world where you felt like nothing but an object. No one gave you the time of day to speak, no one would give you a second look if you fell out dead, and no one gave two shits about you. But this was the kind of world she was living in, and this was the kind of world that created her. So would she open her mouth? No. She wouldn’t utter a word of this ever. In a world like this you didn’t have room for the error of being vulnerable. You didn’t get to tell people how you felt or that you were scared or sad of lonely. Because here being scared sad and lonely got you nowhere but face down on the ground with a bullet in the back of your head. This world had built V into a monster machine. It was like she didn’t have to eat sleep or feel. She just had to fuck and keep her mouth shut. It was what she was good at. Everyone had their “thing” but everyone almost seemed the same to her. All the people around her knew how to do anymore was intimidate, murder, lie, and sneak their way through everything. She was no different. So she’d do what she could today, despite her stupidity of coming to Two instead of making him come to her. She crossed the room to him, snaking her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, speaking slowly, letting her words simply blanket him rather than put him in a chokehold. “Come on, I know we don’t get along, but remember how much fun we used to have? Don’t you miss me even a little sometimes?” She'd hold off on letting him know she wanted a favour of him. He’d hold that over her the whole time and would take that as having an advantage over her. She wouldn’t give him that power. She’d had enough of him having power over her. It was her turn to have the upper hand. [/style] [/style]

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