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⚔️ NOEL of ROMANCING SAGA
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A heavily headcanon-based Noel with influences from the games and stage show. Many creative liberties have been taken and will continue to be!
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Clad in ebony and fiery hues, a man donning a horned mask, highly ornamented, wanders into the 🌹 All Hallow's Eve Ball 🌹 as well.
Towering over the number which surrounds him, crimson flames peer out from beneath his masquerade; if looks could kill, his most certainly (and ?unintentionally?) would.
skibidi
what does that even mean
Worry not, he is searching for a definition. If such a definition exists.
Headcanon that Noel is 110% a protein guy and likely makes strange dietary choices from time to time for the sake of health and fitness.("Strange dietary choices" being ingesting commendable amounts of eggs, meats and the weirdest smoothies you've ever seen. And more!)
There is likely guidance from Orieve and Wagnas in the early days, but then... there is Noel ✨ learning ✨ and trying things on his own...
Courtesy of Yoshiro Ambe, I would now like to present the complete Noel trilogy; the unholy trinity of:
Noel (past)
Noel (present) and...
Noel (also present, but extra spicy)
⚔️ Noel Headcanons Forever growing... just like him!
Recently, I decided that I like to imagine Noel absorbs his targets akin to how the Dovahkiin absorbs dragon souls in Skyrim.
Only in Noel's case, he makes direct contact (ideally, places his hand on the subject) and that smoky, fiery burning effect spreads from his palm (feels very apt when you have a move called Heat Hand,) consumes the body and bada bing, bada boom, your soul is his.
The bones likely won't remain - he'll take it all - but you may still glimpse different layers of the flesh and bone during that process. 🔥
It had not been his intention this day, but... from a distance...
He is now eying some particular hand holding very scrupulously.
That face when he finally sees her again. It's a Christmas miracle!
🎄 ✨ 🌠
A domino effect in which Kzinssie trips over himself that, in turn, pushes Noel over and suddenly— ✨ Accidental Kabedon ✨
:: KABEDON :: accepting
The world seemed to move in slow motion.
Kzinssie tripping over nothing was par for the course, but Noel stumbling? That was another matter entirely. Wagnas had no doubt he was still out of sorts, and the exact reason did not elude him.
The scrolls Wagnas carried fell, abandoned in favor of an attempt to catch his friend. But before either could regain their footing, the wall behind them intervened with an unyielding finality, catching first Noel, and then Wagnas, pinning them awkwardly together.
Under any other circumstance, the resulting tangle of limbs might have been violently awkward. But Wagnas, ever unbothered, was far too adept at invading the personal space of those he was fond of. And, much to Noel's luck (or lack of it depending how empty or full ones glass was), there were none among them Wagnas was fonder of than he.
"Are you alright?" Wagnas asked, his tone gentle as he took Noel by the shoulders, ostensibly to steady him. In practice, it only served to bring him closer, his forehead pressing lightly against Noel's in a gesture so intimate it teetered and threatened to fall beyond the fine line of 'familial'.
"…Hmn. No fever," he murmured thoughtfully, as though he hadn't just closed the distance between them to a breath. "Is it the lack of sleep that has you so off balance? Pushing yourself will not bring her back any faster, Noel..."
Kzinssie, who was rolling around in the background lamenting his two twisted ankles, was soundly ignored.
It was as if he had been in a daze, walking in his sleep before suddenly being awoken by what may or may not have been the universe's efforts to slap a sandwich of lads together haphazardly upon a plate that was the nearest edifice.
What just happened...
Noel had narrowly managed to catch himself with a single palm now plastered upon the wall, face to face with Wagnas as well as his own shortcomings.
They were brothers in arms - of many years. Many. Taking this into consideration along with Wagnas... well, being Wagnas, these gestures he extended to him were not completely unfounded; these were very close quarters for even the closest of companions, however...
"I'm fine," he stated, taking the social encroachment in stride. Somewhat. "It was but a misstep. Forgive my ineptitude."
He often carried himself with great fortification - like a wall of a man himself - nigh unyielding to the likes of a stumbling comrade, but today was... different. Deplorably so. Even the strength of his voice wavered, the rumble it carried now reduced to vocal sediment. And at the mention of her, his distress only rose. He pulled away.
Placing a more appropriate distance between himself, his friend and the wall that gathered them here today, he was another thread freed from the knot - as was Kzinssie, who appeared to have successfully wormed his way out of the maladroit mess of human-shaped wreckage amidst conversation... with two twisted ankles.
As Noel moved to carry on - and with a simple recommendation of "ice and elevation" given to Kzinssie in passing - he managed only a short stretch of the way before coming to a halt. He hesitated.
His ruby gaze, weighted with frustration and weariness of equal measure, landed upon the floor. "... I cannot rest for not knowing where she is anyway..."
⚔️ Noel
Profile
Name: Noel
Sex: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Physical Age: 21 ᶠⁱˣᵉᵈ
Actual Age: Old
Species: Ancient
Attributes: Assimilation
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 242lbs
Skin tone: Golden
Eye color: Once gold, now red
Hair color: Sky blue
Overview
Honorable, Loyal, Intense —⠀Personality In Three Words
Noel is one of the Seven Heroes and one of its founding members alongside Wagnas. While Wagnas is the leader of the group, he acts as a mediator between its members, having recruited (and accepted) many of them such as Dantarg, Kzinssie and his sister Rocbouquet. Despite being a powerful swordsman, he prefers to solve conflicts with diplomacy instead of violence.
Seeking knowledge throughout the cosmos, Noel aims to assimilate masters of trades and may come off as one of the pickiest "eaters" of the group. In his later years, most if not all of his targets are given ample time to showcase their forms of strength and intelligence so that he may assess them. He will test their might before their souls are his.
The Seven Heroes
A millennia ago, the world was threatened by the Dread Queen and her relentless army of Termites. In the face of certain doom, Wagnas, a devout priest, and Noel, a formidable and skilled fighter, summoned the finest warriors from across the lands to battle.
To combat the overwhelming army of the Dread Queen, the Seven Heroes resorted to forbidden magic, a power which allowed them to merge with the souls of other creatures, absorbing their strength. Owed to this magic, the Seven Heroes emerged victorious, securing the salvation of the world.
However, the very power that had saved the world soon became a source of apprehension among the other ancients. Fearful of the assimilation abilities wielded by the Seven Heroes, they soon became convinced that the Seven would someday turn their potent abilities against those they once saved. They sealed the Seven Heroes away in another dimension, condemning them to an existence beyond the realms of time and space. The heroes, betrayed by the very people they had saved, vowed to one day return and exact vengeance upon the world that had shunned them.
One thousand years later, the Seven Heroes rose again, more powerful than before. Defeat was meaningless– their true bodies remained concealed in the dimensional rift. Until their genuine forms were vanquished, they would persist in their cycle of reincarnation.
Bound by a blood oath, the last remaining hero among them would fiercely guard their true bodies to the bitter end.
Extras
Birthday: December 7th ᴱᵃʳᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡᵉⁿᵈᵃʳ
Assimilation Targets: All who are masters in their fields/trades
Past Occupations: Soldier
Past Objectives: To contribute new knowledge to the human race
Current Objectives: To acquire all knowledge in the universe
Skills: Many, but is particularly skilled in various forms of combat
Hobbies: Astronomical observation, reading, martial arts
Favorite Colors: Shades of red, orange and gold
Favorite Consumables: Mangoes, sticky rice, golden milk
Fears: Losing loved ones, particularly Rocbouquet
Trivia
Noel has been listed as having an official maximum speed of 30 m/s.
He is a character of loyalty and honor by default, but it could be theorized that his loyalty to Wagnas and the other heroes is bred in part by guilt. He was the one to promote assimilation magic and feels a need to take responsibility.
Noel's pursuit of knowledge is a double-edged sword; he strives to obtain knowledge largely through assimilation, but the act of assimilation affects his faculties in turn. Intelligent as he is, he is just as marred as his methods and subject to error even still.
His sanity dwindles much like any other hero's; however, it could be said that some of his additional clarity is due in part to the parasitism of Etherealism as it itself has grown within him, robbing his body of some assimilated "nutrition," so to speak.
There are instances in which the Etherealism may cause his eyes to shift to a bright blue. This shift is often accompanied by a change of temperament as well.
References
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Glancing between his fellow companions, they were received with warmth. A literal one. Too literal, perhaps. It seemed to only grow in magnitude as Bokhohn enlightened him, relaying this suggestion of his.
Yes, any form of advantage they could find should rightfully be taken into account. It was within reason. This was a sensible enough request...
Yet, there was something about the notion of Bokhohn consuming this ever personal and precious article of his sister's that felt... amiss. Even derogatory.
Unintended as it may have been, he weighed the prospect in his mind, staring holes into the strategist that surely felt akin to a laser boring its way through wood. He reminded himself that this was indeed logical, however. This made sense. This was fine.
"… If it must be done, then so be it." An answer was finally given. "I will retrieve one of her flowers immediately."
Soon after, he placed his back to the three, marching away once more to locate and retrieve one of these beloved blossoms... his best efforts extended towards not thinking too deeply upon its harrowing fate.
Any chance Kzinssie had to insert himself into the conversation was snatched away before it could even materialize. He could hop, flail, or wave his arms as much as he liked, but Noel didn't pay so much as a glance in his direction.
What was he? Chopped liver!? Again??
"Wait! Noel!" he blurted as soon as his back was turned, shoving his way between Bokhohn and Wagnas in effort to follow after him. "Let me help you-- I-- look, you know I'm not one to brag, but I was an expert flower picker back in my old town! They called me Kzinssie the… uh… Kzinssie the… really good flower guy, or something, I don't remember, but anyway, I--!"
Alas, the scene cut to a commercial break before he could finish, causing him to trip over a wrinkle in the carpet and fail to make any impact on Noel's departure.
After the Avalon commercial concluded, Bokhohn's shoulders relaxed. The heat still unforgiving and weighing heavily upon his robes just as Noel's eyes previously had, but he had no doubts about the commander's understanding. It was the tempered emotions which were of concern.
Ignoring Kzinssie, the puppeteer thanked their leader nonetheless. "Despite the mute inferno, it seems the conversation went much better than I anticipated. However, best we retain this secret amongst us," he urged. "I dared not relay to Noel that this maneuver may also present opportunities of us learning information of each other should we assimilate the appropriate attachments."
Not that Noel couldn't figure such out himself, but... one less trigger to worry about. If any they could worry themselves with, it is the accident sprawled upon the floor.
It was then that he finally returned... But at what cost?
Minding his step, Noel navigated around Kzinssie, who was now sprawled out across his path (he was fine.) A brilliant amber blossom swayed in his grasp with every footfall. Thankfully, it was able to tolerate the heat rather well as his blood felt to boil, the air growing hot once more in the face of going through with this prospect.
Surely, it must be done, however... He tired of no leads. He tired of these wildly unsuccessful searches. He was tired.
The lines of a clenched jaw marked his face, claret irises aflame. One final glance was given to the radiant bloom before handing it off to Bokhohn.
"Do as you will."
Noel, on the outside: Fine.
Noel, on the inside:
He is listening to his favorite holiday hit. 🎄
Hands him a mango as if it's a Snickers. 🥭 Because he's not the same when he's hungry. And can't find his sister anywhere.
"And what, pray tell, may invoke such hostilities?"
In the wake of Bohkohn's latter lines, it was then that he appeared. It could not be ascertained where he came from, be it by pure chance of turning the corner amidst conversation or having intentionally strode into this place; nevertheless, he was once again present. And there was a palpable heat to the air.
"What would you ask of me?"
Capable of maintaining an even (enough) tone, he maintained civility, but there was no denying the burning sense of concern that only grew with every passing minute his sister could not be located.
His context was limited. As was his patience.
Kzinssie was one thing, but even he had failed to notice Noel's presence until now. The moment he stepped into the room, Wagnas felt the subtle yet unmistakable rise in temperature, the air thickening with a heat that had nothing to do with the weather.
He could only hope Noel had missed Bokhohn's pointed remark about family mementos.
"Noel," Wagnas greeted smoothly, he gestured toward Bokhohn. "I had thought Bokhohn might aid us in our search. It seems he has a suggestion we've yet to consider."
He paused, glancing briefly toward Bokhohn. He would let him speak; after all, it was his lead. But Wagnas wasn't going anywhere. At least not until the air stopped searing with the unspoken tension Noel carried into the room.
Seems treading upon dangerous fields was inevitable today. First Wagnas, now Noel, Bokhohn cleared his throat dismissing any creeping concerns. They were a reasonable sort after all, and this was logically sound test of their capabilities regardless.
It was after all, merely a flower.
"Yes... It stands to reason this could be nothing more than grasping at straws as it were, yielding a heading or leaving us with minimal results of an experimental gambit. Given my preferences on dining, would that I assimilate an all too real ancient flower of Rocbouquet's, I may provide more insight thereafter," he explained matter of factly.
Glancing between his fellow companions, they were received with warmth. A literal one. Too literal, perhaps. It seemed to only grow in magnitude as Bokhohn enlightened him, relaying this suggestion of his.
Yes, any form of advantage they could find should rightfully be taken into account. It was within reason. This was a sensible enough request...
Yet, there was something about the notion of Bokhohn consuming this ever personal and precious article of his sister's that felt... amiss. Even derogatory.
Unintended as it may have been, he weighed the prospect in his mind, staring holes into the strategist that surely felt akin to a laser boring its way through wood. He reminded himself that this was indeed logical, however. This made sense. This was fine.
"… If it must be done, then so be it." An answer was finally given. "I will retrieve one of her flowers immediately."
Soon after, he placed his back to the three, marching away once more to locate and retrieve one of these beloved blossoms... his best efforts extended towards not thinking too deeply upon its harrowing fate.
As expected, Bokhohn seemed to have caught onto something almost immediately. "I suppose he might." Noel's habit of indulging Rocbouquet at every opportunity was well known. It stood to reason that he might have a hidden supply of her favorite flowers tucked away. "I shall ask him. What are you planning?"
Before Bokhohn could respond, a scuffle and the faint sound of stumbling footsteps broke through the quiet. Kzinssie could no longer keep himself pressed to the wall where he had been eavesdropping.
Why was Wagnas asking Bokhohn-- of all people-- who couldn't even stand Rocbouquet? He, Kzinssie, was clearly the most concerned for her safety of them all! He'd wager more so than even Noel!
"Wait!" Kzinssie blurted, staggering into the foyer before them, his urgency undeniable. "Let me do it! Let me help!" It wasn't quite the moving speech he'd wanted to implore them with, but desperate times called for desperation. And none were better at desperation than Kzinssie.
The critical eye returned. Help in the same way his blundering led to a chain of targeted attacks upon all heroes. Disproval ever more evident, there wasn't a chance of him allowing Kzinssie have a hand in such delicate matters. "You've warranted the wrong attention far too many times for my carefully crafted plans to operate smoothly. But if you wish to incur Noel's fierce disappointment handling familial mementos, be my guest."
The puppet master stood as if not to be swayed otherwise. "I'll inquire with Noel myself. Wagnas," he inclined dutifully, "I can think of none immediate alternative. You should also be present to allay possible hostilities.
"What is learn, we may act independently upon..." At least he'd allow their begging member that much.
"And what, pray tell, may invoke such hostilities?"
In the wake of Bohkohn's latter lines, it was then that he appeared. It could not be ascertained where he came from, be it by pure chance of turning the corner amidst conversation or having intentionally strode into this place; nevertheless, he was once again present. And there was a palpable heat to the air.
"What would you ask of me?"
Capable of maintaining an even (enough) tone, he maintained civility, but there was no denying the burning sense of concern that only grew with every passing minute his sister could not be located.
His context was limited. As was his patience.
Where is she.
