Noah Wakefield

Scatterbrained tinkerer & disgruntled transplant

Description:

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Physical Profile


Noah Wakefield is a teenage girl of average height, slight frame, gray-green eyes, full lips, and dark–brown hair that typically hangs down in a slightly tangled, shoulder–length bob. An eerily straight line of three, equidistant small moles dot the right side of her face. Her overall features and frame have a superficially anorexic mien, but her daily morning jogs and penchant for collecting and hauling trash and trinkets around have made her slim muscles surprisingly toned. Her oft grease–stained skin is most frequently clothed by a disorderly combination of loose t–shirts, low–hanging knit sweaters, and cargo shorts. The latter’s pockets are always filled with various oddities, half–finished and half–forgotten gadgets, as well as her hand–built and constantly expanding multipurpose toolset.

Demographical Profile


Name: Noah Wakefield
Gender: Female
Race: White
Date of Birth: November 19th, 1982
Age: 15
Height: 5’4"
Weight: 120 lbs
Eye Color: Grey–green
Hair Color: Brownish–black
Complexion: Fair
Bio:

Historical Profile


Born at Fairchild Air Force Base just outside of Spokane, Washington, Noah was raised by her parents, Diana and Thomas Wakefield. For most of Noah’s life, her mother–whose own parents, Esther and Allen Eppler, retired to Witiko Falls in the 60s–was a proud homemaker. Her father, meanwhile, was and remains an Air Force officer who rose to the esteemed rank of lieutenant colonel. As a consequence, Noah and her family moved frequently for short-term assignments at various military bases around the United States, namely Wright-Patterson Air Force Base outside Dayton, OH; Tinker Air Force Base near Oklahoma City; Reese Air Force Base in Lubbock, Texas; and finally Maxwell Air Force Base in Montgomery, Alabama.

With her father often away at strange hours or for extended, unpredictable times and her mother happily involved in domestic chores, luncheons with fellow neighborhood housewives, and participating in local PTA meetings, Noah was an only child with few close or long-term friends. Often bored by her lonely or at least quotidian home–life, Noah found school little better. Gifted with a sharp intellect and rapacious curiosity, Noah swiftly became bored by the sluggish pace of public education and even more frequently found herself distracted by boisterous students, busy classrooms, and the extraneous stimuli of school. Due to her distractibility and increasing avolition, she struggled to maintain the necessary focus to complete her work at home and school. Still, her natural aptitude saved her from repeating any grades–even if her teachers and parents always lamented that “she wasn’t living up to her potential.”

At age 10, Noah’s parents sent her to spend the summer with her maternal grandparents in Witiko Falls. Notwithstanding a few, brief, and barely–remembered visits during Noah’s early childhood, the summer ‘vacation’ of 93 was her first real occasion interacting with her maternal grandparents. She found them odd and tried avoiding them whenever possible. Fortunately, the Epplers lived in a nice two–story, gray–blue house along the Green Lady, right next to the local magistrate’s bait–and–tackle shop. There, she met Dylan, who taught her to fish and helped her cope with her homesickness and general apathy towards the small town.

Her second saving grace was discovering her grandfather’s toolshed. It was filled with innumerable, ineffable half-built apparatus and inventions. Noah found herself irresistibly drawn to the manifold tools and contraptions. Moreover, she discovered she had a keen talent for manual handiwork, electro-mechanics, and engineering. Along with Dylan’s fishing trips, the toolshed became her sanctuary amidst the strangeness of Witiko Falls.

When the summer finally ended, Noah continued to tinker and build. Hoping to spur a productive avocation, her father occasionally brought her engineering manuals, declassified mechanical blueprints, and salvaged materials from failed experimental flight tests and similar sources. Noah insatiably accepted each gift, and over time, her skills and technical acumen grew. So did her curiosity–much to her lament.

One night, her father returned home after his latest urgent, last–minute off–base assignment. Noah roused, and noticed her father carrying a large stack of papers which resembled the USAF blueprints he often gave her. This time, though, he wearily dropped the papers on his private office’s desk and went straight to bed without saying a word to her. Seconds later, Noah was left awake and alone with the sound of her parent’s snoring–and the tantalizing sight of the blueprints sighting on her father’s desk. It didn’t take Noah too long to rationalize breaking into the office: It was an oversight as the blueprints were clearly meant for her…

But they weren’t. They were prolix, depicting something too advanced for her to even fathom. Intrigued as well as irritated by her lack of understanding, Noah began digging through the other papers in hopes of finding some context or clue to understand the arcane designs. Instead, she found a scandalously perfumed, lipstick–pressed napkin–note to her dad from his secretary.

Three years later, she still isn’t sure what she planned to do with the incriminating napkin, but she brought it back to her room and eventually fell asleep. The next morning, her mother arose early to begin her daily housecleaning and found the napkin as she was straightening her still-sleeping teenager’s messy room. Noah awoke to her parents’ yelling at each other–and the yelling hardly stopped even after the ugly divorce a few months later.

Initially, Noah still saw her dad at least once a month, visiting for a week or so before going back to her mom. Then her was reassigned to another base, and visits were replaced by letters that became ever more infrequent and aloof. Meanwhile, her mother–adamant not to accept a dime of child support–became a door–to–door saleswoman for Mary Kay. Despite the long hours her mother worked, the pay was minimal, particularly in comparison to lavish lifestyle the Wakefields had enjoyed. Physically exhausted and financially stressed, her mother’s attention and availability for her daughter ebbed unintentionally, punctuated by bouts of guilt-ridden shopping trips and vacations that left them even more physically exhausted and financially strapped. Noah was forced to take on more and more domestic chores. In short order, Noah became a latch-key kid. As a freshman, she joined the local high school’s robotics club to try to liven things up and make new friends, but she quickly became bored with it, distracted by her own private projects, and increasingly content with working and tinkering in her room alone. She similarly dropped out of track and stopped practicing USAF Combatives, judo, and fire-arm practice, though she kept up her daily morning runs.

But just when Noah and her mother finally seemed to be adjusting (dysfunctionally or not) to their new lifestyle, Witiko Falls ruined things. Again.

Noah’s grandfather died a week after her sophomore year ended. She and her mother drove up to the small town to help with the funeral, only to discover that Noah’s grandmother had stage VI Alzheimer’s slipping into stage VII. With her grandparents’ house and estate in utter disarray, it’s unclear how long she and her mother will remain in Witiko Falls–much to Noah’s chagrin.

Psychological Profile


Noah is someone who gets distracted extremely easily. Hundreds of unfinished crafts and half–built marshmallow guns sit scattered around her room. Diagnosed with Undifferentiated Attention Deficit Disorder (UADD) when she was eight–years–old, she has never taken stimulant medication, in large part due to her parents’ insistence that she just needs to “mentally discipline” herself. Beyond her vagrant attention–which is only compounded due to her incorrigible curiosity and recurrent avocation–Noah isn’t one to skirt around details or fluff things up. She likes getting to the point and saying how she perceives things, as she believes that answers and problems are figured out quicker that way. This habit, however, hasn’t earned her many friends. Moreover, the few friends she has managed to make have been pretty fleeting given her frequent moves as a military base–bouncing child. As an only child and true introvert, Noah has nevertheless grown fond of the silence of loneliness. After all, who needs friends when you have ideas, scrap materials, and a set of tools?

Genealogical Profile


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Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Howard Wakefield (father): USAF LTC of the 1066th Air Intelligence Service Squadron (AISS). Formerly married to Diana Eppler, but divorced three years ago due to extramarital affair.

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Diana Mattilda Eppler (formerly Wakefield) (mother): Former housewife, now divorcee who works as door–to–door saleswoman for Avon and Mary Kay cosmetics and regular host of Tupperware parties. Drives a salmon–colored 1987 Cadillac Cimarron.

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Allen Joseph Eppler (maternal grandfather): Retired scientist with government–military connections who recently died due to a heart–attack.

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Esther S. Eppler (maternal grandmother): Recent widow with stage VI Alzheimer’s disease.


Residential Profile


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At least for the time being, Noah resides with her mother in her maternal grandparents’ home: a two story, A–frame home built right atop the Green Lady River. Nestled between conifers and broadleaf trees, the house has wood-shingle siding atop gray–blue aluminum slats and recently renovated ballistic glass windows. Beyond its gardens and dock–house, the residence also features a bunker–like tool shed built into its downward sloping backyard, which abuts to the Almont’s Anglers, a local bait–and–tackle shop.

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