Noodle

Basic Info

Appearance
A 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 skeleteon, with a cute hat and eerie skeletal grin.

Personality
After his death, Noodle hasn't been the same. Constantly thirsting for war, Noodle has 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.

Life
Noodle's coming to Rathnir was an interesting introduction to the beginning of an interesting story. He wash ed 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 theivery, 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 concious. 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, Thelassii. 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 Theistian, challening him to a duel for his honor. To his surprise, a youthful half-dragon answered his call - Theistian's son Exarian. 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.

Trivia
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