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↘Noir Kristoff Delacorte↙

[ Age ] Twenty-Three --- [ Gender ] Masculine Structure
[ dob ] October Third ; 1:30 am -- [ sexuality ] demisexual
[ pob ] Lycon, France -- [ relationship status ] newly single

dylan o'brien -- brunet -- walnut brown -- 5'6" -- 160 lbs -- moles/lips

[ Weapons ] shotgun, metal baseball bat [ attire ] flannel, jeans, sneakers, beanie [ inventory ] two water bottles, small backpack, three packs of ammunition, nearly dead cellphone

[ sarcastic ; pessimistic ; inventive ; objective ; potentially villainous ]

Noir has always been a sarcastic son of a bitch, and he damn well knows it. Sarcasm is possibly his third language at this point in his life, and he sees it come out more and more with the recent apocalypse. It could be that he's trying to tell it to people straight: they're going to die, but he doesn't really have the heart to. So, he finds ways by being possibly the most pessimistic person in whatever group he might fall into. Yeah, sure, people tend to dislike him for it, but they know better than to think so positively. The world has gone to shit, and nothing is sunshine and gumdrops. He makes them see that, and makes them realize that they should keep their cool if they want to stay alive. Getting overly excited about all the good things these days could get you killed. It might not seem like the best thing in the world to have someone who's such a downer on your side, but it helps to have someone make the obvious that much more obvious: not everyone will make it. You can't save everyone. You could lose yourself at any time, and you'd have no way to stop it.

Aside from being known by his sarcasm and pessimism, he's pretty inventive. He finds solutions to problems, even while focusing on the possibility of failure. Most people are curious as to how that's possible, but it's partly because he's pessimistic that he manages to figure something out. He thinks of every possible way something can fail, and manages to pick something that either doesn't at all, or not too much. His pessimism makes him incredibly objective, which is good in a situation like this. He knows exactly what he needs to do, and what he could do to mess things up for himself and others. That being said, he's always really had the potential to be...villainous. If someone does something that he thinks jeopardizes his safety, he isn't likely to hesitate in eliminating them as a threat altogether. He thinks the worst of people these days, and thus brings out the worst of himself. If he were to have the option of leaving someone behind, he wouldn't hesitate to take it. Though, he often makes comments that have everyone rattled not many people see that potentially disturbed nature of his. Maybe they've all just been waiting for something more viable to believe it.

[ likes ] apples, video games, cola, reading -- [ dislikes ] oranges, clearly zombies, most people, guns -- [ strengths ] decisive, creative, resourceful, objective -- [ weaknesses ] maybe disturbed, pessimistic, a little apathetic

[ Relationships ]
「♦ mother -- Lyvianna -- deceased -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ father -- Andre -- deceased -- love: ▪▪▪▪▫
︱♦ older brother -- Geran -- missing -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ fiancée -- Isabel Bonaparte -- deceased -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪

Noir Delacorte was born to a seemingly exceptional family on a seemingly peaceful day. His mother, Lyvianna, had already moved into the hospital when she went into labor and was quickly moved to be aided by a doctor in the course of her birthing. Things had sailed along smoothly for the woman, and she was said to have been expecting twins. The only problem was, however, that there weren't twins. Just a single child. Everyone wondered what had happened to the other child, until a frightening conclusion was made: the child that had been born had eaten the other within the womb. It made sense in all minds, considering the second child had been in the womb only a month prior. Or, at least when Lyvianna had had her last sonogram. She carried on afterwards as of nothing had happened, and decided to accept the child that she'd birthed, rather than be revolted by the idea of it eating its twin.

From there, Noir had a pretty solid childhood. Nothing too dramatic, or serious, but there was the move to Las Vegas. His father, Andre, had taken a job opportunity within the States, and moved the entire family with him. He couldn't bear to leave his wife and kids alone, or to be alone, really. Lyvianna only came because she wanted to be sure that her husband wouldn't stray away from her. Geran and Noir adjusted well to the new change, taking it in stride for as best a thirteen year old and seven year old could. The two got along very well, so it was rare that they weren't seen in some proximity of one another.

Noir's first crush was a fiery brunette who hailed from New York. She'd come to the city with her mother, who lived a fairly nomadic life up to that point. They got to be incredibly close, and began dating in her second summer there. At seventeen and finally experiencing his first love, he'd felt that he'd marry her. Which exactly what he promised when they graduated. She attended a local college while he went straight to work to get her that diamond ring. He still took online courses, but it meant nothing to him if it stopped him from being able to save money. They moved in together when they turned twenty, and were riding out the long haul--almost to the amount he needed--when shit hit the fan.

The world went to ruin, and the first priority was finding their families. They went all over Las Vegas, teaming up with strangers only to split up due to different goals, and what they found was horrifying. Noir's father and mother had shot each other, to keep from turning. They couldn't allow for that to happen to themselves. Isabel's mother, on the other hand, was eaten alive. They found what was left of her in the kitchen, a knife on the floor beside her. Realizing that they were on their own, they set out to find other survivors. Being alone with just themselves didn't seem safe, and they found it only in numbers.

Isabel, however, didn't make it any group that Noir joined after. She just gave up after a point, standing stock still despite how much he screamed for her to move, to climb the ladder and get off the street. He watched her put the gun in her mouth and shot herself. He was still screaming himself hoarse by the time night had fallen, and stayed in the area for days. He went without eating, and slept little. Until, finally, someone found him that way. Nearly shot him, too. They pulled him into their group, and he's been close to a walking corpse ever since.

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