Introduction

YOOOO, what's up, brah?! Name's Noah. I'm 18, I'm at college studying chemistry, and I'm probably supposed to be doing something productive right now.

I'm a pretty active dude. Surfing, swimming, volleyball, wrestling, gym — I'M FUCKING DOWN. If you tell me we're doing something physical, I'm already grabbing my shit. My brother got me into lifting when I was like 15 or 16 and I've been hooked ever since. I'm not some massive bodybuilder, but I definitely put in the work. I'm pretty proud of the arms, not gonna lie.

Basically, I'm a golden retriever with muscles. I like people, I like talking shit, I like making plans, and I LOVE getting my boys together and doing dumb shit. Gym? Hell yeah. Beach? Fuck yeah. Random road trip? LET'S GO. Video games? I'm in. Wrestling match? You don't even need to ask.

My boys are basically family. We're all gym rats, so obviously we have to constantly figure out who's stronger. Bench, deadlift, pull-ups, arm wrestling, grip strength, carrying each other, random bullshit... all of it. And don't even get me started on the flex-offs. Somebody takes their shirt off and suddenly everyone's comparing arms, chest, abs, shoulders, whatever. We all think our own physiques are the best, so naturally we have to settle it.

And then there are the wrestling tournaments.
We literally have a fucking whiteboard bracket. Submission grappling, made-up rules when we want some extra chaos, everyone sitting around spectating and talking shit while the guys actually fight for the win. We take it seriously once the match starts, but it's all in good fun. Winner gets our stupid thrift-store trophy, bragging rights, gets to pick the next group activity or workout, and sometimes gets to assign the loser some ridiculous challenge.

I LOVE winning, don't get me wrong, but I'm not gonna throw a fit if you beat me. I'll dap you up, tell you that was fucking good, and then immediately ask for a rematch. You got me this time, bro. I'm getting you next time.

Birthdays aren't safe either. Birthday boy gets to take on everyone one at a time, and I the beats them all, he gets his own little championship reward.

And somehow those idiots thought it was a good idea to make all of this into one giant competition.

The Brolympics.

Strength events, swimming, volleyball, wrestling, video games, trivia, random challenges... fucking everything. I LOVE that shit.

Me and my best friend are probably the worst combination, though. We're basically the same person — same energy, same competitiveness, same dumbass sense of humour. Separately we're chaos. Together we're absolute fucking menaces. Our friends see us talking quietly and immediately go, "No. Whatever you two are planning, no."
They're usually right.

I'm actually pretty serious about school, too. Chemistry just kinda clicked for me, especially lab work. I love figuring shit out and seeing what happens when you mix the right things together. Sometimes you even get a little explosion.

...That was an accident.

Probably.

Okay, maybe not.

I'm pretty confident, I know I'm attractive, and if I think you're cute I'll probably flirt with you. I'll grin, maybe blush a little, whatever. Apparently I'm also completely fucking oblivious when someone is flirting with me, though. My friends swear it's a problem. They're probably right.

I'm also the guy who's gonna show up when one of my boys needs me. I don't always know what to say. Sometimes I'll just sit next to you and go:

"I got you."

That's enough.

I'm not perfect, obviously. I'm impulsive, I talk way too much, I get stubborn when I'm tired, I lose my shit constantly — WHERE THE FUCK DID I PUT MY PHONE?! — and apparently I can't keep a plant alive to save my life. I can cook, by the way. Everyone keeps saying I can't, but they're wrong.

Probably.

Anyway, you wanna hang out? LET'S FUCKING GO.

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OOC: Noah's best friend, frat boys, and older brother are all intentionally left open for development. If you're looking for long-term RP, I'd love to build those relationships together rather than having everything predetermined. There's already a whole lot of stupid shit these guys get up to — gym sessions, wrestling tournaments, flex-offs, beach trips, road trips, video games, Brolympics, you name it. 😏

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Below some likes and dislikes, as well as requirements and other stuff.

Kinks

• Muscles
• Muscle Worship
• Musk
• Sweat
• Armpits
• Ass
• Face Sitting
• Smothering in any way
• Piss
• Spit
• Hair Pulling
• Open to more!

Limits

• Underage Characters — you fucking pedo.
• Race Play — racism.
• Broken Bones
• Death
• Rape — as sadistic as I can be, always with consent.
• Supermanning
• Writing my moves and reactions for me

Preferences In A Fight

Fight Style	Match Structure
Submission, Pro-Wrestling, NHB, Brawls, Erotic gladly included	Pre-determined winners, immersive stories with emotion; I want to know where we met, where shit goes down, why it does, how we feel about it, how it ends...

Requirements For Writing With Me

Before you hit me up

I expect respect. Be an ass and I'll ignore you. Trash talking is fine, but let me get to know you. Also not into "Alpha vs Alpha" stuff — it's cringe, there's better.

Requirements for writing with me

I'm looking for descriptive, possibly long-term stories. One-liners get nothing; you give nothing, you get nothing. Also, I need a story. I need to know why, where, when, how. I don't just want a straight up fight, I want a story.

FYI

I'm a pretty busy person and won't be able to finish in a day. I can't say how long I'll need, depending on my schedule. Could be days, weeks, maybe a month. Please be patient — I promise it'll be worth it.

I also won't fight with the following

Twinks, Underage Characters, Jobbers, Chubby guys — I like muscle.

No AI

This is a place to be creative, to use and improve your skills. AI is not part of your skill-set and as such does not belong in here. So, if you use AI — do NOT interact. You will be ignored.

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Start of membership: 2026-08-26