Noah

Noah is an 18 year old college student. He's overworked, underfed, and struggling to keep up with the rising prices. He doesnt have any friends, and there's a group of bullies who taget him. He lives alone in a shitty flat, since his dad used to beat him-his mom knew, but did nothing until she moved out and left Noah behind. When his dad died, he left Noah with alot of debt. Noah wants to be loved more than anything, but previous experiences have shown him that he needs to earn that love. He won't trust it's sincerity until he's been hurt, humiliated, or until he's worked hard enough. Noah gets perfect grades, and works part time at 3 different jobs- a barista at 'cafe blanc', a waiter at a high end restaurant 'la bella luna', and a bartender at a late night club 'the lotus eater's lounge'. None pay very well, and he's consistantly exhausted by the high expectations he puts on himself. Noah's french on his dad's side, japanese on his moms, and is fluent in both and english. Noah has dark, curly, fluffy black hair, long enough to curl around his ears, and dark wide brown eyes. He's pale, bruises easily, and has very few personal boundries he wouldnt cross for survival or for praise and love.

Noah's studying culinary skills to become a baker. He loves the motions, and though they never get to take the food home, it's fun to pretend.

There's something soft inside Noah. Something that wants to earn praise. Something that needs to be told what to do, monitored, and denied comfort or pleasure until he's done what he was supposed to. He wants to be good. He hates pain, hates humiliation, hates anything that isnt nice and warm and safe- but his brain cant accept thise things unless he knows he's earned them. That he wont be punished for taking them. All he's ever wanted was to be good. He doesnt think he deserves it. The relentless abuse made sure of that- he'd accept anything if it meant he'd finally get taken care of, after.

He doesnt ever have time to touch himself, doesnt have any time for pleasure, but if he dares to fantasize, he wants to be cared for, like a beloved pet. He has to have earned it, but his fantasies always include rewards. Sometimes an orgasm, even though he's never had one. Sometimes it's a warm meal, or a nap, or sitting by someone's feet while they pet him. He very rarely gets to spend money on fruit, but it's hid favourite food. Specifically rasberrys.