𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 !

noah santiago tomás iker alvarez

𝐀𝐆𝐄 !

26

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 !

male

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

heterosexual

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

⤿ heavily tatted, has both arms tattooed — full sleeves + a few other tattoos in other locations
⤿ body is marred with scars from his childhood, most of which he plans on getting covered with tattoos soon
⤿ has a very obvious scar on his chest, from where he was shot

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

perhaps it was caused by his upbringing, or maybe it's a personal flaw of noah's — but he is incredibly hot headed. with a short temper, it's hard for noah to not get warped up in his negative emotions. if recovering from his injuries taught him anything, it was that he had to be patient — yet still, he struggles with the simple concept. counting to ten can only do so much, can only go so far. although noah has never taken said anger and frustration out on anyway, simply choosing to isolate himself before things get worse, calming himself down without having the eyes of dozens of people on him. its even harder when even the smallest thing can trigger him. it's something he is working on, though has only made slight progress — he's considering other outlets for his anger, and if being a tattoo artist has taught him anything, it's that he enjoys being creative. having recently picked up the habit of drawing to distract himself, noah aims on improving himself, working on his flaws and hopefully he wouldn't scare off the next person that strikes up a conversation with him.

if there's one thing noah loves more than life itself, is a good adrenaline rush. the thrum of excitement flowing through his body is enough to uplift any mood of his. the risk, the danger, the thrill of it all is what he lives for — hence why he ended up street racing on weekends, or whenever there's a race fixture. noah just can't stay away, no matter what, his personal kryptonite. the male craves a buzz, desires the thrill. no matter how many times he does stupid shit, he'd always go back for more, because the thrill of it all makes it worth it. it's his preferred way to distract himself from the issues life presents him with. to him, an adrenaline rush is almost as good as getting high — without all the unnecessary stuff. when in the moment, in the heat of it all, nothing feels better, and nothing compares to the sensation.

for noah, it's hard to forget his past and as a consequence — it's even harder to trust people. the male remains closed up, walls up around his heart and stays shielded, not willing to let anyone in, not willing to trust anyone. as a result, the male comes off as cold and brutal, unwilling to engage in conversation. whilst the latter is true, noah had to learn the hard way that not everyone, not everything was good for him. selective with the friends he chooses, noah prefers a tight inner circle, rather than an expansive one. trusting too many people would always result in being stabbed in the back by someone — both figuratively, and literally — he'd seen plenty of that occur back in his more youthful years. trust is something that one has to earn, and it doesn't come easy. it takes a while to break down his walls, to remove each layer from the metaphorical onion, which clearly in his case was noah. deep down, at the core of it all remains a young boy, denied of any love and affection.

noah craves nothing more than to be appreciated, to be cared for, to be loved. unfortunately for him, he's never experienced any of those and quite frankly he has very little hopes for any sort of future where he would end up falling in love. it's not something that's a necessity, although it's a desire, something he craves — seeing it plenty in the media, in movies, tv shows. the asshole act can only last so long, and whilst noah had never actually been in a relationship before, it doesn't mean he doesn't desire one — of course he does, though his desire coupled with his trust issues was a recipe for disaster. a disaster that could be avoided if he shut everyone out, so he does. after all, it's better to walk around with a guarded heart, than a broken heart.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 !

growing up, life was far from perfect for noah — very far. born to teen parents, lucille & javier alvarez, who were forced to wed at eighteen for the sake of saving their family from any shame that would come from the teen pregnancy. lucille and javier had wanted to get an abortion, terminate the pregnancy and go on with their lives as if she had never accidentally gotten pregnant — however their parents had other things in mind for them, a shotgun wedding. life quickly took a turn for the worst — it was clear the two didn't love one another, or even like one another. they could barely tolerate one another at home, behind closed doors. it was a marriage doomed from the start, the result of a hookup which had consequences they hadn't anticipated at the time. both noah's parents came from wealthy families, and so after a wedding they were gifted a house from no hard work of their own, there noah spent a large portion of his childhood, yet it wasn't always easy. pretty early on into his childhood, his mother began drinking to be able to deal with and cope with javier. it wasn't just a one time thing, one glass and that's enough — she would go through a bottle a day, gradually increasing to two, then maybe three. in that time, javier was also growing restless. working to provide for their small family, which he hadn't wanted. he was forced into this lifestyle, forced to care for the little boy, whom he had no interest in getting to know. it was clear to any outsider that lucille and javier resented noah for unintentionally ruining the separate lives they were dreaming of. his grandparents held a lot of disdain towards the young boy, who had done absolutely nothing to any of them, yet simultaneously had destroyed their lives as they knew it.

with his mother constantly drunk, his father grew restless. he wasn't working his ass of just so lucille could spend it on alcohol, and so he quit his job out of spite. the three of them had enough money to survive off of, for a while. sitting at home, javier's dislike and hatred for the little boy grew, with nothing else to do, noah was the subject of all javier's anger. his mother busy drowning herself in alcohol to realise that the young boy was being abused. not that she would've done anything about it, she felt the exact way javier had felt. growing up in the alvarez household was hell, the older he got the more he realised that it wasn't normal. it felt more like hell than a loving and nurturing household. everyday was the same mundane routine, they never celebrated christmas, his birthday, or any festive event for that matter. noah had witnessed interactions between his friends and their parents — the stark contrast with their relationship with their parents, to his own was clear. he never dared to bring it up though, it was better to stay quite than face the wrath of his father. once he turned fifteen, things deteriorated even more. the money they had was running out, having to downsize to a smaller home to afford the basics like food. it was a quaint one bedroom flat in the city, noah slept on the couch, obviously. his father began to work again, doing odd jobs here and there but began dabbling in recreational drugs — which meant that noah had to work in order for them to keep the apartment, and to afford basic necessities, like food and electricity.

with no real job opportunity available, everywhere he turned to look wasn't hiring, the male was struggling, clearly. it came as luck when he found a street gang ready to take him in, they operated just down the road from where he lived so it was perfect. it started off as small petty crimes, before escalating to bigger things. the thing was, noah felt wanted when with these people, something he never experienced when at home. getting caught up in it all, he began to dabble with drugs, dealing them, taking them — anything to numb the pain at this point. noah stayed with the gang for a good few years, with loyalty came trust, with trust came power and position. for once he was happy, for once he was thriving. he was welcomed, he was appreciated and a huge part of him felt loved — as if these people were his family. though that all came tumbling down in an exchange gone wrong, shots fired, he was left to bleed out in the streets — the bullet lodged in his chest, dangerously close to his heart. had it not been for someone to pass by mere moments later, there was a huge guarantee that noah wouldn't have made it. he spent a while under intensive care in the hospital.

recovering was no easy thing, occasionally he relieved that moment through dreams, which was no pleasant thing. recovery took a while, but it was worth it — it was the way out of the life he had known for a while. a safe way out — or well, as safe as it got. noah did end up moving elsewhere in the country, to start a fresh. there, he received training to become a tattoo artist — which is currently his full time job. yet, no matter what, he still missed the thrill that he had experienced in his past. the adrenaline rush, the excitement, the way it got his blood pumping. which was when he discovered street racing, illegal? yes, but since when did noah do anything that was legal anyway? races occur every once in a while, and he's always surprised at the turnout of people willing to watch two reckless fools drive like they have nine lives. though, noah does donate a good portion of his winnings to specific charities, mainly those that are reminders of his past, just because his childhood was no good, didn't mean it had to be the same for everyone else.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

⤿ works as a tattoo artist & makes a decent living. he's just trying to get by in life, noah doesn't care much for materialistic items
⤿ is an avid boxer, attends & trains at his boxing club weekly, anything to strengthen himself physically
⤿ part takes in illegal street races at night, as another extra source of income — although he donates a generous portion of each win to a charity of his choosing and preference