LOCKHART, noah easton

[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

NOAH EASTON LOCKHART !?

'call me a traitor'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"Currently, I’m known as Noah Easton Lockhart, though that has changed many times over the years. No nicknames. I swear if you try to call me “Noo Noo”, I’ll kill you on the spot. I’m an original demon and I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m aligned with the dark side. What kind of demon would I be otherwise? Those be man parts down there and I’m a hundred percent straight, thank you. Don’t even ask how old I am. I’m not sure. If you want a ballpark estimate, I was born around 2,000 years ago – give or take – and died when I was 29."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"People have said I look a lot like Misha Collins and while he’s one handsome son of a gun, I far surpass him in looks. My hair is dark brown – sometimes described as black in certain lighting – and typically short, straight, and spiked. Many have called my eyes an angelic bright blue, though say that there’s a light in them that no angel would have. Just as well, considering I’m not an angel. Though I do have pretty mean puppy dog eyes. As far as body type goes, I’d say that I’m damn sexy. Need a better description? Fine. Average body type that borders on athletic, 6’ even, and I weigh around 155 lbs. I have various scars plus the ones from my wings. No tattoos. Those are just gross. As far as my personal style, I like to look nice. Collared shirts, nice slacks, tie. Though not to say I won’t be found in just a t-shirt and jeans when I feel like it. I like to mix things up."

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about yourself, can't wait to hear it!

"Like a dating site? I’m an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women…oh wait.We’re going to make this snappy. I might be immortal, but I don’t have the time to waste on you.

LIKES

• Alcohol, even if I can't get drunk
  
• Causing and being in fights
  
• Human representations of evil and the devil - they're quite comical
  
• Candy, sugar, anything sweet - it's the only good thing that has come from humans
  
• Motorcycles, danger, anything that can give a thrill, considering that I can't actually harm myself
  
• Tricking, lying, scamming and completely getting away with it
  

DISLIKES

• Heaven, angels, all that is bright and shiny and good
  
• People who compromise their own beliefs for something else
  
• Hypocrites - especially those who preach about doing good and then turning around and being awful. Admit to what you are.
  
• Chia pets - weird little creatures
  
• Bananas. They're just gross. Period.
  

Well, in case you couldn’t tell, I’ve got a bit of a warped sense of humor and I am rather sarcastic and somewhat cynical if you want to get right down to it. People have said I have quite the sharp tongue, but I can't help the fact that I don't sugarcoat things. I give my brutally honest opinion, which can be a strength and a weakness, depending on how you look at it. It's not unusual for me to offend people and it doesn't really bother me. I guess that's a weakness as well - I tend to keep people at a distance. I don't need to trust anyone. And I guess ya'll want a final weakness. In case you couldn't tell, I'm quite impatient. Apparently patience isn't a skill you gain through immortality. Cocky? I guess people have called me that. As well as hot-headed, argumentative and maybe a tad aggressive. Those are just negative ways to say that I'm self confident and have strong beliefs that I'm willing to defend.

I'm very good at lying, cheating, and manipulating. It comes with the territory I guess. But I’ve become very good at pretending, which I guess you could say is a strength. When I put on a façade, you’d have no clue that that wasn’t really me. Honestly. I’ve convinced people before that I am nothing but an honest, God-loving human. Yeah. I’m that good. Though it's mostly led me to the reputation of being a tough guy, simply because I've been able to hide my own emotions that well.

Many have classified me as rebellious (attempted revolution of heaven, case and point), but in all realty, I am loyal. Not loyal to people. They don't deserve it. But I'm loyal to myself and my morals. Not once have I compromised my own beliefs and if that makes me a traitor, then so be it. Though to be completely fair to those who want to call me a traitor for turning my back on heaven, I've never been really good at listening to authority. I'd much rather do my own thing. And I guess it seems a little ironic, but I am rather honorable. Doesn't seem to fit with the whole "lying manipulative cheat" sort of thing, but it's true. If I make you a promise (rare, but it happens), you damn well better expect me to make good on it. Same with a deal or a threat. I'm dependable in that way, even if it's a little twisted.

None of that interests you, does it? You little vultures want the juicy stuff. The dark little secrets and desires and the little part of me that says "oh, he really isn't all that bad." Ha. Well keep waiting for those. I don't have any fears. Unless you want to count the one where I don't like to let people get close to me because I'm afraid every time I've cared about someone they've been ripped away from me. And failing. That's a worry that has always lurked at the back of my mind. It happened more than once and I'm not sure I can take much more of it. But don't you dare think that just because I have fears means I'm weak. If you do, I'll gladly put that little theory to the test.

You greedy things still want more. I can see that. Fine. You want my deepest, darkest secret? I still have stupid angel tendencies whispering in my ear. I don't have one. Tough luck. And I think my greatest desire should be pretty obvious: conquer heaven and get revenge in the process. If the human race gets wiped out in the process, then so be it. I refuse to let myself care about them again."

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"LIST OF PEOPLE Marca Atius Cato, Mother (Deceased) | Gaius Caecilius Cato, Father (Deceased) | Titus Caecilius Cato, Older Brother (Deceased) | Aula Equitius Cato, Wife (Deceased) | Vibia Caecilus Cato, Daughter (Deceased) | Ackley and Raleigh Sherwood, Described in history (Deceased)

I was born Lucius Caecilius Cato in what you all call Britain about ten or so years after the Roman conquest of the area. I was happy then, generally carefree. Despite the fact that my family was not Roman born, we had earned citizenship and lived a rather comfortable life. I married a beautiful Roman girl, had a beautiful baby girl, and was about to have a beautiful baby boy. Until the Roman army called on my brother’s and my assistance for an invasion and we were dragged away from our family.

We both died in that battle. Honestly, we hadn’t stood a chance. Neither of us were trained soldiers and in all reality, we really weren’t meant to survive that long. Just fodder for the war – something to keep the opposing warriors busy and distracted while the actual big guns got to work.

I’ll never understood why I became a guardian angel and Titus didn’t. We were both young, both had wives and kids, both were good people. And yet, he got the short stick. It’s fair to say I was a bit bitter about that. But I also knew what my job was; protecting humans. And as angry as I was, I couldn’t turn my back on that.

I was a damn good angel too. Always making sure my charge stayed safe, never falling in love with a human, always doing the job to the greatest extent. Until I was assigned to Ackley Sherwood, that is. And, by extension, I started keeping an eye on his brother, Raleigh. They were, for lack of a better term, danger magnets. And hunters.

At first, I wasn’t sure why I was assigned to them. What business did a guardian angel have watching hunters? But I soon found the reason – they had been going after the horribly evil supernatural, the ones that tortured and maimed and murdered humans. And despite the fact that these two were highly trained, they were also dumb, impulsive and reckless, often getting themselves into situations that they couldn’t get themselves out of. Since they were unknowingly doing the angels’ dirty work, the decision was made to keep an eye on them and help them out when needed. Lucky me, right?

Except, they certainly weren’t what I thought they’d be like. They were passionate about what they did, caring about the humans they protected, determined to help the world. And I found that they were actually good guys. It was only a matter of time until I revealed myself to them. The brothers had been skeptical of me at first, but soon learned to accept what I was and my help.

I grew fond of them. Many would say too fond. They were like brothers to me, family. And I’d like to believe that I was that to them. And since I cared about them in such a manner, I pulled a couple of strings with some local witches and granted the brothers with…gifts. Speed, strength, almost complete invulnerability. I worried about them, like one might worry about a sibling, and I was afraid that even I couldn’t keep them a hundred percent safe. It didn’t even have anything to do with the possibility of losing my wings, which is what would happen if they did die. No. I would’ve willing lost my wings had the worst happened to them. I wouldn’t be able to take the pain of them dying.

But apparently, I had been messing with the balance of nature by choosing favorites. The big boss had had this huge plan for them and I had derailed the whole thing. Upset, I was ordered to “clean up” the mess that I had created. I couldn’t do it. It was unthinkable. So I was entirely prepared to blatantly disobey orders, but MILLIGAN had been stirring up his rebellion at this time, so I joined his ranks instead.

It was no surprised to me that I’d fall. What more could be expected? It was going to happen whether I went with the rebellion or disregarded orders. And I decided that I’d much rather go down with a fight. Besides, my ideals – everything that I stood for – had been compromised. The old system was corrupt, so why not replace it? And – most importantly – the Sherwood brothers would live.

Ultimately, MILLIGAN failed and he along with the rest of his followers (me included) fell. It wouldn’t have been all that awful, since I had already been expecting it, but the worst had happened. While I had been distracted with the whole rebellion, some other angel had gone ahead and killed the Sherwoods.

I’ve never felt pain like that. Pain that quickly transformed into anger. And for the past couple of centuries, that’s entirely what I’ve been running on. I’ve remained loyal to MILLIGAN, figuring that he’s giving me my best chance at revenge. I don’t care what happens to me or the world. As long as I get revenge, I’ll be content."

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"Holy poop. Do I really have to list them all? So Asher and Darby Ellis, Ellie Alston, Cade Salvatore, Sam Holbrook, and Jude McElhaney. Um…random fact. My mind doesn’t shut off. Ever. So if you need a character idea, I’m most likely your gal. Oh, by the way…this gal=Kel."

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I. LOVE. HIM.
don't forget the sexy claims!