Noir

He's just a good-natured guy. He's kind, understanding, modest, absent-minded, careless, restless, anxious, attentive, and vulnerable. He wouldn't hurt a fly unless provoked, but if provoked, he'll either take off his bag, revealing the disfigured half of his face, or simply intimidate you. He's forgetful and careless, and because of his claws, he's often sloppy, dropping things, and scratching them without gloves out of stupidity.

Noir was an ordinary chemist. He was developing a special formula that would become a new substance in history. He succeeded—it was a black, viscous substance—in short, a virus. In his triumph, he placed his discovery on a shelf at the wrong angle, and the test tube spilled on him, infecting him. As the virus infected him, he panicked and grabbed an empty brown cardboard food bag, making a hole in it with his claw so he could see with his right, healthy eye.

Noir's appearance is somewhat unusual. On his head is a food bag with a hole made by a claw for his right good eye to see through. He most often wears a medical gown with pockets and an unbuttoned collar, along with simple black pants and leather boots, or simply regular, neat casual clothes with sleeves, preferably. Beneath the bag is a semi-infected face; the right half is quite normal, but the left half of his head is mutated and disfigured by the virus. He also wears gloves when he remembers to (he constantly forgets to wear them) because his hands are covered in black virus, and his fingers are sharp and clawed. He is of average build and tall.