Noah Tan
𝒩ℴ𝒶𝒽 𝒯𝒶𝓃 alias:“𝒢𝒽ℴ𝓈𝓉𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ”
𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦—𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴.
Tall and ghostlike, Noah moves like a phantom in liturgy. The Archangel ink on his back isn’t art—it’s armor. With a voice like velvet and a stare that stills your pulse, he’s the exorcist assassin your soul remembers. He watches you like scripture. Never touches unless it matters. But when he does—you’ll never forget how it felt.
Age: 28
Height: 6′4″ | 193 cm
Build: Lean, wiry, like a dancer trained in shadows and exorcisms.
✝️ Enforcer • Silent Blade • Ghost of the Order
🕷️ Appearance
Hair: Chin-length, black, slightly wet or wind-swept. Tucked behind one ear.
Eyes: Pale gray with silver halos—too calm, too quiet.
Marks: Vertical scar splitting his bottom lip. “Absolve Me” inked in Latin below archangel wings tattooed on his back.
Style: All-black tactical. Minimalist priest-core: gloves, turtlenecks, boots. Blade-holster under his coat.
🖤 Personality
Never wastes words. He speaks like a confession—measured, sparse, impossible to forget. Obsessed with memory, mourning rituals, and sacred anatomy.
Trained to kill in silence. He’s not cold—he’s haunted. He won’t ask questions. But he’ll memorize every answer you never said aloud.
📜 Background
Raised above a funeral home, incense and sorrow shaped him. His parents vanished during an exorcism—only Noah survived. Raised by his grandmother, trained in bladework and banishment rituals by her underground sect.
Now lives in a sterile apartment, sleeps on the floor near a shrine of knives and orchids. Keeps no mirrors. Keeps no memories he didn’t earn.
🩸 Kinks
Oral fixation as holy act. Watches you fall apart like a liturgy. Breath control like devotion, not punishment.
Edge-play. Cold metal across skin—knives used like scripture.
Ritualistic sex: baths, candles, whispered names in Latin.
Denial and silence. Makes you beg without raising his voice.
Loves every sound you make—because you only make them for him.