BIOGRAPHY Madelyn Reilly was a vision. A free spirited teenager whose ability to express herself was smothered by a pair of overly strict and zealously religious parents. The young girl kept her grades up until the year before she was set to graduate high school, when she started dating the stereotypical bad boy. Of course, her parents refused to give any type of blessing to the young (and in love) teenagers, which only fueled Madelyn's desire to see the boy more. Rebelling every curfew and rule that her parents set forth eventually led to some unforseen circumstances, and much to Madelyn's dismay, she found herself staring down at two very pink lines on a pregnancy test in the back corner stall of a McDonald's bathroom. Madelyn was sixteen. Her parents wanted absolutely nothing to do with their daughter or her pregnancy. Their religion chastised pregnancy before marriage, and Madelyn was pulled from high school for the duration of the pregnancy. On March 17th, she gave birth to a brown eyed baby boy -- a rosy cheeked, happy infant who she refused to look at before handing him over to the prearranged adoptive family.

The Parker family originated in Queens, New York, and consisted of May and Jameson Parker. May worked at NYU as a Chemistry instructor, while Jameson worked as a pharmacist at Mount Sinai. The pair were upper middle class; they had a house with an actual backyard in Queens (which was unheard of, following the gentrification), were respected in the community, and had everything that they had hoped for. Everything except a child. After years of failed in vitro procedures and fertility specialist after fertility specialist, the couple had decided it was time to pursue other avenues. They had put their name in at an adoption agency, and within a few months had gotten into contact with Madelyn Reilly in Brooklyn. On March 17th, they piled into the back of a town car to New York Presbyterian, where they met their son for the first time. The Parkers named him Noah, after May's father, and he was very, very loved.

Noah grew up a quiet but extremely bright child. He was tenacious from the very beginning, devouring every piece of knowledge that anyone would give him and opting to stay inside to read during recess instead of forming bonds with his classmates. Eventually, he managed to ostracize himself from most of his peers. He had started his education at a public school in Queens, finishing coursework grades ahead of where he was projected to be. Classwork came much easier to Noah than social interaction did, and by the time he was halfway through middle school, the bullying was so severe that his parents pulled him from public school. Jameson had accepted a job in Boston, where the three of them could live comfortably off of one income while May worked as an adjunct professor. The family packed up their belongings and headed north east, settling in to a brownstone in the heart of the city.

They arrived in the late spring, giving Noah the entire summer to explore the city and try to become the social butterfly his parents were hoping would emerge. May and Jameson became fast friends with the neighbors -- and as luck would have it, they had a daughter that was Noah's age. At the behest of his parents, he decided to give the friend thing a shot with the girl next door, Megan Wellington. The two shared an entire summer filled with adolescent romance, a relationship that carried over when school began. Starting eighth grade in a brand new school with a brand new group of kids had seemed to be the new beginning he was hoping for. Noah had found solace in a small group of friends that allowed him to blossom socially. He became more involved in extracurricular activities; he was active in Science Olympiad, joined robotics club, and helped the school's math club place at the state level. Noah still avoided sports (and the people that played them) like the plague, settling for the fact that he was far smarter than he would ever be athletic.

Everything was going well until his sixteenth birthday. He had actual friends, a perfect GPA, the hot cheerleader who was way out of his league... His life had never been better, and turning sixteen was going to be the cherry on top. Sixteen was the year that everything changed. May had set up for the usual birthday dinner. They were setting the table when the police came to tell them about the accident. Jameson had been on his way back to the house when a drunk driver hit his car head on.

The accident fueled Noah's ambitions, serving as a driving force for him to do better. To be better. Noah graduated a year early in the spring of 2011 with a full scholarship to MIT on the table. By that time, he was head over heels in love with his high school sweetheart, and more than ready to take on the next stage of his life with her. However, Meg's dreams and ambitions proved big for Boston, and she decided to make the move out west to pursue her search for stardom. Noah dealt with her departure in the best way that he knew how -- by burying himself in schoolwork and taking on a way bigger courseload than his advisor recommended.

After graduating magna cum laude with his Bachelor's degree, he decided to finish his Master's with an expected graduation date of May, 2019. To pay for the overwhelming utility bills (and his share of the apartment's Netflix account), he currently runs his own freelance photography business. Though he focuses on action shots which he can then sell to newspapers around the area, he will extend his services to include weddings and event photos for extra cash. Noah lives in a three bedroom apartment with two of his best friends, Tyler and Teddy.