𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 stalking its prey, Noel stands over a pond with rapt attention, watching a fish glide through its waters. The dance of the fish's fins are tantalizing. The Nedian almost looks hypnotized, entranced like he is. If he's quick, he could reach in and...

Zzzzpt—! A reel zips past him, plunking into the water. Noel glances back to where it came from and spots a man with feline ears. Part of him finds amusement in that, considering his shared interest in fishing. The other half is more concerned with: ❝ Ah. Is fishing permitted here? ❞ @innerbeast — yknow. just curious.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 out the inherent struggle of being saddled with not one but two dragons so quickly, Noel can't help but be a bit humored. If only the rest of their little ragtag group had been as perceptive to Ashton's plight as this madam here. Perhaps he would not have been so sullen. ❝ You're not kidding. The two of them are quite the characters. ❞ If Ashton is on the island by any chance, at least it'll make him easy to pick out from a crowd.

His gaze then takes him upward somewhat, beholding the wyvern's nonnegligible size. Most people would be intimidated; Noel, not being most people, battles the brief temptation to pet them. He settles for offering his hand out for a sniff, should the creature choose. ❝ Is that so? If that's the case, they should be happy to know they easily caught mine. ❞ The saddle on the dragon's back is of interest to him, too. Noel tips his head her way, pairing it with an easygoing smile. ❝ Are you their rider? I noticed they have a mount on their back. ❞

"Two of them? He must've had his work cut out for him..." T

here were times Camilla felt dealing with one wyvern was a hassle and now someone out there in the world could handle two. Either they had nerves of steel or a heart of gold when it came to communicating with creatures like this.

"And don't apologize, anyone would've stared at a creature this big. Truth be told I'd be more worried if you didn't. They may not seem like it but they are a sucker for attention."

❝ Was I staring? ❞ He rubs the nape of his neck sheepishly, the fuzzy tips of his ears twitching slightly under her notice. The embarrassment appears to be only small, not enough to hinder how easily he grins. Noel is nothing if not good-humored, his demeanor like the most mellow of breezes. ❝ On second thought, it seems I was. Sorry. ❞ The hand behind his neck drifts forward, taking the shape of a casual point as he gestures to not to her, but the creature in her company. ❝ Your companion caught my eye. I was reminded of a friend of mine—he had two of them, a lot like yours. ❞ @nohrsrose — hi, has anyone told u that ur dragon is rly cool?

𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 the need for Gods. For billions of years, they played the role themselves by adjusting the world around them to their benefit. The sheer advancement of their own technology had made them capable deities in a sandbox, the part of mere mortals at the mercy of nature long forgotten over the course of their existence. What place would Gods have among beings that possessed the power to artificially prolong their survival for eons? To create themselves a man-made planet that best suited their needs, and seal it away from rest of the universe before the most modern of societies within it had even figured out the stars? Noel had thought it interesting, to hear the Expellians speak of their Goddess, Tria. How they marveled her might instead of their own. And though their trials and tribulations had yet to make him religious, he cannot help but wonder as he sets foot on a third planet in the span of 48 hours, having only just lost his, whether there are Gods, as they must have a unique sense of humor. Noel has many thoughts, and even more questions, as he gazes into the abyssal crater he has been dropped off beside. And as he ventures away from it with neither a destination nor home, there is one feeling that echoes louder than the rest: He is tired. He has injuries that are still fresh, their pain still sharp, yet to fully scab. What harm is there in resting? It's not as though he will magically come into possession of a destination or a home by resisting exhaustion, foolhardily pushing ahead to get to the bottom of things. Nede will not come back, even if he sleeps. The countless ghosts of his kin will continue to reside there, faceless and silent behind his eyelids, whether he is awake or not. And he will have still survived, despite it all. Noel slows his steps, lowering onto a bench, and smothers a small yawn behind his hand.

He drifts off almost too quickly, oblivious to those who walk past him in the few hours to come, as well as the familiar shadow that later looms over him as the sun begins to settle over the horizon. @streunerhund — nothing to see here, just eepy.

( OOC. ) starter call time, y'all! definitely coming to ur dashboards from Not The Queue! these will be non-event and proooobably capped at 3, castmate ( hee hee ) exempt!

𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 — 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦. — emilie lygren.

noel chandler from star ocean: the second story r. affiliated with isola radiale. contains themes of survivor's guilt and persisting as a relict of one's people. penned by diz.

a zoologist with a pacifist's heart. noel uses his compassion for animals to single-handedly operate the endangered species protection zone while advocating for wildlife conservation and environmental sustainability.

despite being a master of symbology and said to possess a "mean left hook," noel is gentle and easygoing. he despises fighting and laments the need for it.

a nedian from energy nede. it's not a planet, at least not anymore. having destroyed itself many billions of years ago, it is now an artificial planet encased in a high energy field, isolated from the rest of the universe.

he seems to have a genetic mutation that results in more feline-like features when compared to his nedian kin. it's one of several reasons he feels as though he doesn't seamlessly fit in with the rest of nedian society, but he doesn't let it get him down.

really wants to know if he can pet your dog.

has a habit of sleeping in. it's tough out there for a guy who wants a nap.

where do you go after the end of the world? how will you fill those shoes, as a bastion of your kind?

application. | rules. | stats.

hello! without further ado, i'd like to app noel chandler from star ocean: the second story r! his application is under /app. thank you!

Welcome to icy Isola Radiale, Noel!

You'll be staying in HOUSE 116.

You'll retain your Cure Light ability to heal minor wounds up to five times a day.

You'll also be given a pair of brass knuckles.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod solaris

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 formatting. Yup! This is a formatting test. Don't mind me, I'm just trying to see how it looks all together. Yuppers, you're absolutely right. It's filler text. There is nothing of substance here. I might add some bold though. Maybe some italics, too? Look at that flavor. ❝ Oh, right. And we can't forget the dialogue. ❞