Noodle

Basic Info

Appearance
A former member of the raiding undead, Noodle es wir Volaerys, or Noodle for short, is difficult to describe. The most accurate depiction can only be stated as a sort of amorphous skeleton, with a cute hat and eerie skeletal grin.

Personality
After his death, Noodle was a new person. Constantly thirsting for war, Noodle had been found selling highly dangerous goods for illicit gain, and using his funds to fight alongside Rathnir's most deadly warriors in the pursuit of glory and infamy. Now, he is a humble blacksmith, who owns and operates the Blacksmith Guild. Noodle likes to organize gladiator tournaments, but will occasionally fight on behalf of his people and friends.

Acquaintances and Allies

 * Family: Llyre, Aerin, Rhaelys
 * Friends: Shohen, Hiiro, Zynphie, Caseload, Jericho, Fleefo, Norskhone, Sebby, Havoc, Astr0, Capna, Duke, CrazyHjonk, Imperius, ErrorL, Berd, Reefwon, Shojiro, Intant, Firecoin (RIP), MrGoodAsian, Inverse, Choochie, Endshade, Loic (RIP)

Life
Noodle's coming to Rathnir was an interesting introduction to the beginning of an interesting story. He washed up mysteriously on the shore of Serafaint, a quaint town on the northwestern tip of Tovarisha. No matter how hard Noodle tried, he could not remember any of his past, nor how he came to find himself in Rathnir. Luckily for Noodle, he was found by a kind soul, James mo sen Volaerys, lord of the struggling House Volaerys. Noodle began adapting to Rathnir, picking up odd jobs to support his new family and making friends with others from the realm. As the months passed, House Volaerys was unable to save itself from the haunting poverty that had menacingly loomed for the past years. Noodle was desperate to save his family, and in his despair he decided to raid the manor of Theistian, Lord of House Crimsone, an elemental half-dragon of strange origins. Noodle broke through the back window of the manor breaking part of the wall in the process, and began his plundering. Unfortunately, Noodle was caught by Theistian, and was immediately incarcerated for his crime. After an unjust trial riddled with bribes, Noodle was found guilty of treason swiftly executed for his acts against Theistian and House Crimsone.

Death
Void. Darkness. Noodle came to know these two very well. Years Noodle spent in the eternal night with nothing but pure rage flowing through his veins. Years of injustice exploded into thievery, and in the culminating moment Noodle was ruthlessly ended by his oppressor.

In this state Noodle sat for over 200 years, fury consuming his being. He never had hope, but was beginning to lose the anger that had fueled him. But suddenly, Noodle did something he hadn't since his time began in the void. He heard. Voices, floating through the dark, reaching his conscious. As he listened, he came to a realization: he could escape. The voices, as he heard them, belonged to the Undead Council of the void, servants of the Undead God. Noodle began to scream with all the rage he could muster to capture their attention, and capture it he did. Startled by his rage, they fled back to their king, taking Noodle with them. Granted an audience before a king he never knew about, all Noodle could think of was how they had left him to rot in shadows, and unleashed the true bulk of his fury in a vehement tirade, a nasty amalgamation of sound and light penetrating the omnipotent void.

Fearful of the power Noodle displayed, the Undead God made a simple choice. He offered Noodle what he most desperately wanted: a chance at revenge. In exchange, Noodle would be endebted to the God, and would join his elite band of warriors known only as Osseus. Noodle, thirsting for Crimsone blood, immediately agreed, and was cast back to Rathnir with a newfound confidence. The confidence... to kill.

Resurrection
Deadset on his new task, Noodle reappeared in a decrepit graveyard along the outskirts of his old home. He wandered back into the now bustling town, and was surprised to hear a familiar name being spoken - "Volaerys." As delighted as he was to hear of his old friend's legacy living on, he had a job to do, and nothing would steer him from his course. However, Noodle needed gear and weaponry with which he could dispose of his nemesis. As he wandered around, obviously a newcomer to the area, a friendly voice called out. It was Aerin mo sen Volaerys, the grandson of his long time friend. He invited him to join House Volaerys as an employee in their newly constructed brewery, and Noodle happily took the opportunity. After working alongside Aerin and his half-brother Llyre, who were suspiciously close, the eventually adopted Noodle into the family.

With his newfound family so graciously taking him in, Noodle felt obligated to share his true purpose. As he spoke, the faces of House Volaerys lit up with evil grins: they too hated the tyranical House Crimsone, and were already plotting against it. Upon learning of Noodle's plot, they deviously agreed to assist him in whatever means necessary, and began packing up their belongings to relocate to a new land, Thalassii. Sneaking out stealthily in the dark of night, they arrived with their most precious possessions in the new nation, and Noodle was free to proceed with his plan. His family safely residing across the world, Noodle returned to Serafaint to fulfill his ultimate revenge.

Raindrops pattered, the world was almost as silent as the void from whence he had came. As Noodle docked his small boat in the harbor, not a soul was out as thunder roared overhead. He stalked towards Crimsone Manner, armed to the nines, ready for slaughter. Smashing through the same window that he had made his entrance over 200 years ago, he called out the Xelrianni's, challening him to a duel for his honor. To his surprise, a youthful half-dragon answered his call - Xelrianni's son, Exarian L. Crimsone. Roaring to the challenge, Exarian demanded they fight like true men, unarmed, with their fists. The two stepped outside of the manor, face-to-face, ten paces apart. They stood like this for an eternity, honor and revenge, staring each other in the eyes. Suddenly, Exarian exploded forwards, and the duel began. As the two exchanged blows, Noodle thought of the wrongs subjugated upon him by all of his oppressors, and rage overtook him. His combat prowess shone through, and he beat down Exarian until the Crimsone heir was battered and broken. Demanding he yield, Noodle stared into his enemies bloodied eyes, and finally felt justice.

Combat
With his revenge completed, Noodle resumed his task from the Undead God. He began his rise in solitude, creating an expansive potato farm to fund his warrior ventures. As he grew his business, Noodle met many unsavory types, known to backstab and betray at a moments notice. Although he knew he must join the legion of the undead, he first had to prepare. After a visit to a popular marketplace, Noodle struck up a conversation with an elite mercenary known under the alias Fleefo. Through Fleefo, Noodle learned of the Viesten Order, a noble group of skilled warriors that exchanged their services for monetary gain. Noodle knew this was the right path, and spoke to the Order's leadership, securing himself a trial by combat for entry. Although he possessed only raw undead strength, Noodle managed to impress the Knights, and was inducted to the Order as their newest member. Here he trained tirelessly, day in and day out, stopping at nothing to improve. He rapidly climbed the ranks, until one day he felt ready to join the Undead God's warriors.

Following his intuition, Noodle travelled long and far to find his undead brethren. Although the God had cast him back to Rathnir, he provided no help to Noodle. Venturing for weeks on end, Noodle was soon to give up and return to the void, when he felt them. Screams, spine rattling screams, an aura of fear enveloped him. He pushed onwards, and soon a chilling, bone grey wall struck out from the horizon. He had arrived. Stalking through the gates, Noodle brazenly announced himself as Osseus's newest member. He impressed the undead legion with his talent, the raw rage that coursed through him fueled his prowess. Noodle continued to train, sparring with the greatest fighters of Rathnir to improve his own skills. Conflict came, and conflict went, and Noodle became a fearsome combatant.

To this day, a skeletal grin haunts Noodle's shockingly pale face. While many debate its purpose, one fact is known for certain: incomprehensible horrors are hidden underneath.

Chaos
Noodle, under his new liege with shockingly powerful allies, became a true menace to society. He became fast friends with the leadership of Osseus, Hiiro, Shohen, and Zynphie, and Norskhone. As he spent increasingly more time among these potent shadows, he became one of them, dealing in world politics and nation-rending wars. One of these wars ushered in a new era for Noodle, one of true world dominance. After a chance meeting with Loic, Noodle quickly became his buddy, and they began causing chaos. Within the hour, Noodle had declared a civil war upon his current king, Chorboi. The New Viodoxan Army swept the capital, and Chorboi was left quivering in his boots. After a "bit of pisstake," Chorboi was never seen again, and it is speculated Noodle ended his career. Afterwards, Almmore declared its independence, joining the Imperial Archonal Union, and Noodle attempted diplomacy.

Unfortunately, Noodle was and is very, very bad at diplomacy. After threating Lunaris, Mudrok, Rohel, Buktenfjall, and Freeport, they all allied against Noodle and the IAU. This, however, would turn out to be an extremely poor decision.

After uniting all of Northern Sparwood against his cause, Noodle prepared for total war. When the IAU marched into Viodoxa, all Noodle's enemies were there, and they were not ready for the storm approaching. Noodle ended that day after having felled 7 lives, gaining acclaim and wealth on his rapid rise to infamy. Soon after, the Second Battle for Viodoxa took place, and it was Viodoxa's final desperate stand. The full force of the IAU bore down upon the already-ravaged city, and made sure no one left alive. The battle was swift and vicious. IAU forces swept through the city, ripping apart any who stood in their path. The battle climaxed with the death of Hazel, the treacherous Viodoxan Archon, and with it the victory was had. Tragically, Loic was struck down by the nature gods, souring the victory, but changing Noodle's future. That day, Noodle took 9 lives, claiming their souls for his Undead King and making Osseus proud.

Freedom
With Loic dead, and the war done, there was a clamor as the future of the IAU was decided. Allies asked for land, former warriors struggled for power, and former friends turned against each other. With the internal scramble mounting, there was pressure for the heir to be chosen, and quickly.

Fortunately, Hiiro dem Semphisticae was Loic's adopted son, and had proven himself as a competent leader in the War for Viodoxa. He was instated as the Archon of the IAU, and stability came to the the land. As the days wore on, the region began to prosper, and the IAU became much greater than old Viodoxa had ever been. The nation became a powerhouse, developing an incredible mining industry and conquering all its opponents in a string of wars.

While the nation was thriving, a shock suddenly struck all of the raiding undead: the Undead God was dead, and their bonds were shattered. They were no longer bound by the chains of their master, no longer forced to slaughter in the name of their God. They were, by all meanings of the word, free.