Noah Edwige | Ghost / Demon

NOah  Edwige,

this is gospel for the fallen ones

This has proven to be an increasingly difficult subject to pin down. Who this soul was upon his most recent death, who he became after wandering, and now taking into account the demonizing process, it's difficult to claim any one trait that it is unequivically "him". So for the purpose of being most accurate, there is going to be three sub-categories describing this soul's personality.


Joseph Clarke
Last completed life before refusing to be reborn.
Words.

Wandering Soul
Most dominate traits as a ghost.
Words.

Demonizing
How the soul has changed due to the demon turning process. These will most likely show randomly/at times of high stress/when angered.
Words.

Human Body

The shell our soul has possessed is the body of a child. The seven year old boy is of average weight and height for an Ethean youth of that age. A mere fifty pounds and forty-eight inches (four feet), Noah is anything but intimidating. One could dare say, adorable.

Paler skin complimented harshly with black hair, it is not strange for concerned passerby's to mistake his appearance to be sickly. Which doesn't come as much a surprise. The demon living within the body isn't the most observant to the mortal shell it lives in anymore due to reasons explained in the personality section. So there will more often than not be scars, scrapes, burns that all happened without his being aware. This also refers to dark circles appearing under his eyes due to the body not getting enough sleep.

The child's eyes are a natural dark brown. However during heated moments of emotions they have been seen shading into an intense shade of red, a hue that even glows in the dark. Other than all the above, the child appears to be an average normal human boy.

Ghost / Demon Form

However the soul's true natural appearance is drastically different from its shell. Unfortunately the soul doesn't even appear very humanoid anymore. After so many centuries outside of the cycle the ghost has begun contorting and evolving into something that most would consider disturbing. Perhaps, demonic. Hm? (nudge nudge)

The demon's form is continuously expanding and shrinking. It's easiest to compare it to a liquid that fills whatever shape it fills. However when outside of a form, it becomes spread out, formless and shifting, never quite in the same shape for very long. He's been told he now resembles a black nothingness with multiple appendages that "slither and goop". Upon these coming and going tendrils numerous eyes have been known to blink open upon them, as have different mouths. They feature varying sizes.

In quieter moments the concoction of blackness can join together to vaguely appear humanoid but this never lasts long. Due to the ghost transitioning into a demon, this sort of composure is more difficult to maintain. The above continuously shifting form mentioned is what will be averagely witnessed when coming face to face with the contorting soul.


Average normal clothing for a middle class child. If someone ever tries to push him to wear girl's clothes he won't reject the idea. The demon possessing the kid's body has more on his thoughts than what type of clothing he's wearing. Plus, he tends to get more compliments when wearing cutesy skirts and dresses. Hey, even a demon likes to hear nice words once in a while. 

Parents
Mother: Forgotten. (Deceased over 200 years ago)
Father: Forgotten (Deceased over 200 years ago)

Siblings
Forgotten. (Deceased over 200 years ago if they existed)

Extended Family
Love Interest: Aria Bloom (Deceased over 200 years ago)
Daughter: Harper Bloom (Deceased over 200 years ago)
Daughter: Madeline Bloom (Deceased over 200 years ago)


Joseph Clarke.

Centuries ago there was a young man named Joseph Clarke. He was born to a middle class family and lived a pleasant enough childhood. It was absent of any major trauma. He went by Joey all the way up through High School mostly. He had been an above average student, a few B's littered here and there, but a hard worker due to the wonderful example his parents set for him. He played sports and even tried out for the Ethean Olympic men's gymnastics team. Though he didn't quite make the final cut compared to others trying out that year, he'd gotten close.

In all honesty, that seemed to be a theme of his life. In all due respects, Joseph was above average in his studies and physical abilities. But when it came to rising to the cream of the crop, he always seemed to fall just short of greatness. He wasn't straight A's. He wasn't breaking records. He was good but just never good enough. This would be a frustration he'd share with those close to him at the time up until the day he received a letter in the mail. A letter he didn't think he'd get after the recent denials he'd gotten in the recent months.

Joseph had been accepted to the Runic University.

The eighteen year old had stared wide eyed at the words for hours. Literal hours. It was the most exclusive establishment in the world. Every where else he'd turned to had turned him away in some way or another it felt like, including his girlfriend of two years once shortly after they'd graduated from high school. And here he'd not only been accepted into the college but he'd been granted financial aid that made it actually plausible. Joseph had never been so overjoyed up until that moment in his life. It was a large light in a world that had told him he was good but not good enough.

So it came to pass that Joseph would kiss his pridefully crying mother goodbye and shook his father's hand. Off he went to college. So swiftly was he swept up in the promises of a financially stable life filled with success and happiness. His professors not only encouraged him but inspired him. It was half way through Joseph's first semester at the University that he'd chosen his career choice. Runic professor. It was a badge of pride. You were the best of the best. To be able to do for others what they'd done for him, it was a goal that was not only possible with his passion for study, but made perfect as his financial assistance skyrocketed to cover all possible expenses.

These were the happiest years of his life. Hands down. Life was finally noticing his hard work and was rewarding it. Joseph would also meet a young woman during this time. Vibrant. Beautiful. Kind. Even her flaws he somehow saw as positives. She was clumsy which he found adorable. The stutter she was so ashamed of he found endearing and her social anxieties just meant to him that they could spend more time together alone. Which he was perfectly fine with.

Her name was Aria Bloom. There were cultural differences between the two, him being human and her being raised in a religiously adhering magi household. Yes, she was magi. And though Joseph hadn't run into too many back in his smaller town where the diversity was 97% human, they'd gotten along swimmingly right from the start. They enjoyed the same authors. The musical artists he didn't know of he'd enjoyed after she'd introduced them. Even after dating both families had introduced their child's love interest with hugs and smiles.

Marriage and engagement Joseph planned on accomplishing after he graduated. They were warmly in love and in his Senior year of schooling Aria would inform him their love had blessed them with pregnancy. A few excited trips to the doctors later and they were daydreaming of baby girl names. After he graduated they'd both agreed upon. For now all finances need to be focused on their daughter. Once those matters were settled, purchasing baby supplies and an apartment together, then Joseph would purchase her the ring and wedding Aria deserved. As a professor finances would be a worry of the past. Just a little while longer.

Graduation and the birth of his first born daughter happened shortly one after the other. His happiness just multiplied exponentially with every passing minute. His parents couldn't be prouder. He head over heels in love with a wonderful woman. And in his arms every night he could be found holding the apple of his eye, his little girl, Harper. A magi of like minded element as her mother. Life could only get brighter from this moment.

Is what he foolishly believed.

As most that fall for the University's trap, the moment the tattoo was completed upon his back, what he'd always seen as a badge of honor and brilliance, quickly soured. That was putting it lightly. The man's first panic attack in his life occurred the first time the tattoo had demanded of him to take a knee before his new master. A blood vessel in his right eye burst that night from his struggle against the suffocating force that so mercilessly controlled his every motion. For a life filled with light and joy, it was a violent jerk in the opposite direction.

Joseph would stay within the University's walls that first full night. Late into the next morning until the man had exhausted himself of fighting against the crippling runic ink within his skin. By the time he was allowed relief, he was prostrate on the ground staring at the tassled black shoe of the headmaster. 'Yes, sir's were leaving his lips as the streams down his cheeks were drying. This was only the beginning. The headmaster had made it extremely clear what the rest of his life was going to entail. Joseph belonged to him now.

By the time he was allowed to walk it had lost its confident posture. Blood from the burst vein in his right eye had left him with a bright red eye that his wife couldn't help but notice when he got home. Worry and fear filled her when he finally made his way home from 'working all night'. Forbidden to speak of anything that had transpired Joseph did his best to lessen her concern. As the months continued and Joseph remained incredibly depressed due to his new life of magically enforced slavery, Aria grew further and further fearful for the love of her life.

It was the night he'd returned home to her asking quietly if he'd fallen out of love for her, if she was the reason for his unhappiness, that Joseph realized that he had to drastically change himself. Yes, his dream life wasn't what he'd hoped for. But on a technical level, it was still salvable. He was still making enough money for his family. He was making enough to buy his love the ring of her dreams and the wedding she deserved. It was that evening, embracing a crying Aria, that he'd decided to live with the cards he'd been dealt as well as he could. Not for himself, but for his soon-to-be wife.

Joseph began to smile more often. He spent as much of the free time he could manage to get from the heavy work load demanded of him with his loved ones. Sure enough, in the next few weeks he'd ask for Aria's hand in marriage and what would come to pass was nice. Yes, there was always the heavy dark cloud of his enslavement lingering over him, but he wasn't going to allow it to ruin all chances at happiness. That was what he had chosen for himself. Their honeymoon would unintentionally gift them another pregnancy and the newly weds were enjoying their lives together.

Until the headmaster discovered it that is. Was there a problem with him being married in general? No. But married to a magi? That. That was ... useful. Ordered to invite his wife to take a tour of his work, Joseph watched in horror as his body obeyed. His mouth spoke the words he didn't wish to. His hand led his pregnant wife to the building that generally had refused her race to even enter the grounds. When asked softly why his hand was trembling his mouth could only say "because I'm a little nervous. My office isn't exactly as large as I may have made it sound."

What would come to pass was ... horror. Terrible terrible horror. The things he was ordered to do ... Downers may have not been invented yet but Aria had never been one to specialize in self defense, even in her magical abilities. Her new home had become a cell in the lower catacombs of the University. One that housed numerous other magi. But she was special. She was pregnant. She was useful as a specimen. To this day he remembers those weeks, those months. Outside of work, his wife had gone missing and a police investigation was underway. Inside work, he visited her to more often than not be the one himself to perform painful procedures on her. He never really slept again. Not really. Sleep evades you harshly after you enter a room one day to see your unborn daughter floating in a glass container.

His eldest daughter at the age of two would be ordered of him. By then his wife had passed on. He'd been in the room at the time to see her go but not allowed to say a single word. Harper would undergo a similar experience to her mother within the damned walls of the University. He was so thoroughly broken. There was no light anymore. There was nothing. The ink literally forced him to go on living. He'd had it his way, he'd have killed himself long ago. Years passed on, grey hair came early. Eventually the stress and misery would be merciful in itself, coupled with the cigarettes he smoked constantly.

Death would come. Not soon enough. But it did eventually. And upon death came something he hadn't felt in a long long time. That forceful evil that had run through his veins, that damn runic ink, it wasn't there. He could cry. And he could be hatefully livid, with facial features that were allowed to show it. He knew what the runic university was. He knew what the headmaster was. And by gods, was he going to make them pay. He didn't know how. As a ghost it was difficult enough to have the living even have awareness of your presence. But he damn well knew he didn't wish to be reborn with no memory of the wrong that had been committed.

Joseph couldn't just allow himself to be reborn and forget this life. It was so seared into his soul, he remained a wandering soul, never lingering to far away from those he wished to destroy. Joseph would spend the next decades, centuries even, successfully avoiding the followers of Tatara. He learned abilities in this new form. How to influence those in the living plane and how to enter them when needed. Joseph saw this time period as training. Strengthening. He could destroy those that had destroyed him. And he would gods dammit.

Three years ago from present day Joseph's soul would have come across a child's body whom housed no soul. It would seem either the god Tatara had not placed a soul within the host in time or it had been sold away by the mother while it still remained within her womb. Joseph didn't very much care. If it was an unoccupied home, he'd call it home. And so he did. Within this body he's remained, leaving only during brief amounts of time and successfully fighting off any other soul that dared attempt to steal it away.

However, even with being so close to his goal, Joseph has changed over his years outside of the rebirthing cycle. He no longer remembers his name. He goes by the name of the boy whose body he inhabits. He doesn't remember his parents. All he remembers is Aria, his daughter Harper, and his little one who hadn't even been given a chance, his other daughter whom they'd chosen at an earlier time to name Madeline. Joseph remembers them. The good times in moments of quiet. But mostly the terrifying times that had eaten him from the inside out. His goal is still the same. The University and the damn soul that runs it must be destroyed.

Poltergeist I: The ability to move a single item within a limited and humble proportion, such as a piece of chalk, a paper, a small paperback book, a shoe, etc. If unsure please ask a member of the site's team.

Possession I: You are capable of temporarily inhabiting an item. In lore the most popular choice for a Soul to possess is a doll but, eh. You do you. (Often asked being answered: Yes. You can possess an uninhabited android body. Yes, it does tire you out after a while because it's similar to dragging a body along with you everywhere.)

Aura: Similar to a Zero Magi's Empathy abilities, you can project a certain emotion onto one other living being. The emotions obviously vary from a sense of dread to sadness to anger.



Poltergeist II: (Upgrade of Poltergeist I) The ability to move multiple items within a wider range of motion. Obviously, this is a very draining practice.

Poltergeist III: (Upgrade of Poltergeist II) Telekinetic movement has little strain, you can even throw humans across the room. the ability grows stronger with your emotions.

Possession II: (Upgrade of Possession I) You are capable of temporarily inhabiting an animal's body. The smaller the body the less difficult it is. Noteworthy, now that you're continuously battling the original animal's mind for control, this is very draining.

Possession III: (Upgrade of Possession II) You are capable of temporarily inhabiting a mortal's body. You will still hear the voice of the original soul most likely giving some sort of sass in the mind's "backseat". Obviously, this is an even more draining task. Wither the host is strong enough to kick you out or not should be kept realistic and exorcism is always an option for the host as well.

MASTERY Possession IV: You can inhabit a hollow shell without any fatigue (similar to simply wearing clothes). Whether that's an inanimate object, cyborg body or a human body that has no soul living within it. If the body has a soul it takes a much more self-aware soul (tending to mean they own regression abilities) to be able to push this ghost out. Lesser exorcisms and lesser holy items are no longer damaging to the ghost either. An exorcist needs to have all three exorcism abilities purchased just to have a chance of forcing this ghost out of whatever it is inhabiting.



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[b]Fullmetal Alchemist, Selim Bradley / Pride[/b] as [i]Noah Edwige[/i]