Name: Noah Yaworski
Though relatively young, Noah has grown into a bear of a man, standing at approximately 6'7". He's extremely well-built, with broad shoulders, toned arms and legs, and (despite all odds) not the faintest hint of a distended stomach. To attempt to hide this, however, he tends to wear long-sleeved white shirts to hide the state of his upper torso, and a black bomber jacket over that. Baggy jeans to obscure his legs. Most of his shoes are white runners, as he does a lot of exercise. He carries his PET in a small holster on the side of his black belt, and is never without his favorite notebook; a black leather-bound book full of his own etchings. His hair is dark brown, short, and invariably messy, though he will sometimes choose to cover it with a very distinctive black Sharoan ushanka. A five-o-clock shadow perpetually dominates his face, no matter how often he tries to shave it off. As if to counteract all this rather intimidating appearance, Noah's eyes are bright blue and appear soft and gentle; there is not a trace of malevolent intent in them. A near-constant shy smile helps to hammer home the appearance of a gentle giant.
The term 'gentle giant' could hardly be more accurate. While Noah looks very intimidating physically, he is, in fact, very soft-spoken. Very shy and very gentle, Noah has an immeasurable love for the arts, with music being his favorite of them all. In his spare time he can often be found either listening to music, sketching on his PET tablet, or writing in his notebook. Noah also enjoys tasting new dishes, and has a ludicrous appetite; it is no small wonder that he can eat as much as he usually does, without turning into a blimp. He resides in flat in a quiet corner of ACDC Town, living off the royalties he collected from whatever he got published, be it music, paintings, drawings, or stories. It's a lonely life without many real friends, but Noah manages to stay sane; ironically, with the help of Composer.
Noah's PET is an azure and white Link model, complete with the usual holographic projections. He has also managed to create a holographic tablet for him to draw in, as well as a music projection program that adds background music to the immediate area around
Normally, Composer (or 'Comp' as he prefers to be referred to as) bears the appearance of an impeccably dressed young man. He looks about the same age as Noah, but completely different. He's clean-shaven, with honey-blond hair pulled back into a short ponytail. His eyes are bright blue and glint with whimsical mischief; this is accompanied with his usual relaxed grin. He wears a three-piece suit that looks freshly-pressed, with an electric blue vest under a midnight blue tailcoat, and matching midnight dress pants. Shiny black shoes and a white dress shirt top off the look of a well-dressed youth. He doesn't walk, but instead chooses to float about a foot off the ground instead. He's never without his conductor's baton, which appears freshly polished. There are plenty of pens in his pockets for him to write with, and he never seems to run out of pieces of paper to write on. Where he gets the paper isn't really clear.
When Composer loses control, his appearance changes rather drastically. His once-impeccable suit wears and tatters until it looks as though he's worn nothing else for years. His conductor's baton shatters, leaving him to gesture with his hands. The largest change, though, besides the change in attire or personality, is his state of what appears to be decomposition. In truth, it's simply him venting out excess data, but it looks a tad more sinister than that. Every orifice on his face; his eyes, his ears, his nose, his mouth, all start expelling light in streams, and it doesn't stop there. Large patches in his skin open up and stream out the white lights; where the skin's not visible, such as under his clothes, the streams just appear to be coming out of nowhere.
Usually, Composer is extremely whimsical. He can recognize when the situation calls for being serious, but mostly he just lets life happen and goes with whatever happens to be happening at the time. He's also rather outgoing; in this aspect he acts as a sort of foil for Noah, who's extremely shy. Noah actually programmed him this way, as he'd wanted somebody that would be able to speak for him in case he were feeling too embarrassed to speak his mind. He couldn't seem to get the codes right, though, and knew that his Navi was lacked the extra zing that would set it apart in his eyes.
That's where the 'loss of control' personality comes in. One day, in a fit of frustration, Noah decided to just forget the programming and pop open a bottle (or two) of high-quality Sharo vodka. After a while, he ended up absolutely hammered, and decided in his drunken state that he'd give programming Composer another go. Something along the line, he managed to irreparably bug the hell out of Composer, resulting in massive power build-ups generating, and escaping through the shell of the Navi. It also heavily damaged the personality; when Composer loses control of the power build-ups and one escapes, he slides down the slippery slope into insanity. It builds up the longer it takes for the excess energy to disperse, ending with Composer completely losing any semblance of composure and being reduced to a gibbering crazy. However, neither the energy build-ups nor the insane alter-ego seemed to affect his battle routines or any vital systems beyond a few minor glitches, Noah decided against scrapping Composer, and kept him the way he is.
When Composer is completely under control, he'll tend to stick to using his conductor's baton. In the case of the baton, moving it can conjure undulating music staffs in time to whatever happens to be playing at the time, and those can be used in a manner similar to whips or spears. Once he's started to lose control and the streams start to appear, the streams themselves can be used as weapons in whatever manner Composer might feel like.
Signature Attack: Irrational Meter
Composer starts waving his baton frantically, as if he were conducting something completely out of time. Heavily distorted music starts playing in the background, coalescing into a brightly-glowing, wavering music staff. With a final gesture with the conductor's baton and a cymbal crash, the music staff flies at and into the foe, resulting in a painful shock and a few interfering code lines messing with the opponent from the inside.
Effects: 60 Elec Damage, Glitch. 2-turn CD.
(I be takin' the Set Metal.)