

NOAH MORRIS || MAGNETISM MANIPULATION || TWENTY TWO || QUEER

Magnetism manipulation has the potential to be incredibly powerful, destroying buildings and structures with the wave of a hand. But Noah isn't strong enough for that. His body lacks the strength and stamina to cause that much destruction. What Noah does have, though, is an affinity for precision and working on the small scale. Noah can wreak havoc on electronics by creating magnetic fields that throw measuring equipment off balance or that temporarily overwhelms equipment. He could use it to interfere with surveillance equipment or to shut down a computer. He has incredible accuracy when it comes to manipulating small metal objects and can use an incredible force, able to use them to injure. He has a certain amount of unconscious magnetism means that, in theory, any medical imaging using magnetism would be less accurate or wouldn't work at all. It also means he can stick metal objects and magnets to his body which results in a fun party trick.








Noah loves using sign language to gossip and complain about people. He adores ice tea and has his own special blend. He loves kickboxing. He loves orchestral music and electronic music and especially loves when the two are combined. He’s usually found sporting a backpack, even when the situation doesn’t strictly call for one. He likes cola bottles and sour patch kids, usually with a combination of both in his backpack for “emergencies”.
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Noah hates being treated like he's stupid when they find out he's partially deaf. Coffee makes him heave. Itchy clothes drive him insane. He hates nightclubs because he can't hear or lipread and it's difficult for him to communicate. He hates it when people comment on his hair or tell him it's too long.
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Noah adores puzzles of all types. An engineer at heart, disassembling and reassembling objects, especially electronics, is how he spends afternoons at a time. He’s passionate about disability education and representation and his landlord often suffers for it. Even though he doesn’t drink that much himself, he loves mixing drinks and would make one hell of a bartender.
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Many try to get an understanding from Noah based on their first encounter. They claim they know him. A little aloof, perhaps, but endearing. They assume that’s all there is to him. It couldn’t be further from the truth in reality. Endearing is too simple a word for Noah. And, well, for a start, he’s not aloof. He’s partially deaf, and his hearing aids only get him so far. He often chooses to ignore people and blames it on that, but in reality he only catches every third word at the best of times. He’s no airhead. He mightn’t have excelled in school, but he memorizes things easily and works well with his hands. He’s passionate, a fire burning deep in his bones. Everything he does, he does with passion.
But there is something charming about Noah. He’s a very selfless person and would give the shirt off his back to somebody who he thought needed it more. He volunteers with a disability charity in his free time and he donates money, food, and clothes to those in need whenever he can. He’s considerate, doing his best never to assume anything about anyone and trying to keep an open mind. He recognizes he has some level of privilege and so tries to use it to make things a little better for everyone else. He’s constantly striving to make the Barnyard a little more accessible. It’s a losing fight, but he does what he can, and he does it quietly and subtly.
Noah is no saint. He’s incredibly dependent on other people and the thought of being alone terrifies him. He has a tendency to try and avoid a fight if he can. He needs to be around people at all times and is incredibly tactile, almost always needing to be touching someone regardless of whether or not they are comfortable with it. He’s proud, and doesn’t accept help as easily as he should. He’s had some bad experiences with people who offered help only to patronize him and make him feel bad. They left him almost permanently convinced that when anyone offers help, that’s their ulterior motive.
Noah struggles to define himself and to put himself into a box. He struggles to put words to his own sexuality, to his identity, to what he really is. The son of two immigrants, but born in America, both American and other. And he's okay with that. He acknowledges the importance of labels, but also finds a certain freedom in not belonging to anything.

Noah's parents were a true love story. His mother spent a short stint in Wales while travelling the world, and she met Noah's father. They connected and went on a few dates, but then a family crisis called her home. They thought they'd never meet again. They both ended up in the US. She'd been offered a job with a leading magazine, while he'd moved to help a friend of his with a start-up. They encountered each other again in a bar, and were married within the year.
Along came Noah a few years later. He was a bubbly, happy child. But at the age of nine, he got sick. He was seriously ill, and his hearing was seriously damaged. Hearing aids helped, but they weren't flawless. His medical bills were significant, but his family didn't let them defeat them. They learned sign language and Noah learned how to lipread.
His abilities appeared at the age of ten, when he suddenly discovered that he could stick metal objects to his skin and that certain equipment went haywire around him. Neither of his parents had an ability, but a family friend knew exactly what to do. He was sent to the academy at twelve. But the lingering affects of his illness meant that he didn't have the strength or stamina that other students had, and as a result couldn't use his power to its full extent. He was asked to leave at the age of eighteen, and was given a job in the local science museum as an educator and a tour guide.