Noel Corbeau

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: Nonbinary

𝙰𝙶𝙴: Eternally 18

𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 5'8" (172cm)

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: Forget Me Not Angel (#497)

𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈: Open for RP

𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁: N/A

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃: True Neutral

𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Demisexual

𝙳𝙰𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽: Ateles geoffroyi ♀

• Noel is biologically male.
  
• Their wings are pure white! They look greyish in the reference image because of the angle + shading. Columbine, honeysuckle, and flowering almonds grow from the base of their wings, around their ears and scattered in their hair and on their wings.
• Noel's hair gradates from cerulean to blue-violet! Please reference this for their hair color.
• Their clothes are a hoodie (alt ver.), a black scarf with stars printed on one side, jeans, and galaxy converses. Star socks are optional; if not drawn, the gold cuffs on their ankles must be visible. They can be wearing a different outfit if specified in the commission form. They may also be holding a plush whale.
• The shape of Noel's wings is based off of a Red-crowned Crane's. Please do NOT draw them with anime or baby wings. The ends should touch the ground when folded (if a fullbody image). Here are some poses you can reference when drawing their wings.

Columbine: folly, desertion. I cannot give thee up.

• By touching certain objects or places and concentrating, Noel can sense events that happened from the perspective of the object. The stronger Noel's personal connection to the object or place, the greater their understanding; in addition, they can feel places with intense emotional or spiritual energy (as with the birth of new FMNs) from some distance away. At their most effective Noel can describe a scene like they've been there, but usually they can only explain what happened in vague terms (i.e. "I think people were fighting here"). Still, this makes them a natural at tracking down other FMNs.
  

Honeysuckle: Generous and devoted affection, fidelity.

• People who first meet Noel tend to be favorably predisposed towards them; they also have a stronger lasting presence than most FMNs, even a memorable one depending on the interaction. This doesn't affect their general aura - Noel is just as easily brushed over as any other FMN in public (that is, when they are visible: their wings are out enough that they're usually not) but people are generally more willing to open up to Noel than they would normally be to a stranger on the street.
  

Flowering almonds: thoughtlessness, indiscretion, hope.

• Noel tends to have strong premonitions of other peoples' impulsive behavior (usually but not always in conjunction with bad decisions) which they're instinctively drawn to, from a few minutes to an hour in advance. They'll meander over to a bridge and pull down a would-be suicide victim down as they're trying to jump, or duck into a bar on a rainy night only to witness one man smashing a bottle against another's head. Noel regularly wandered into dangerous situations unintentionally when they were alone, which is why (though they haven't consciously realised it) they've let Chira lead ever since they met her.
  

'Cause you're a sky full of stars
I'm gonna give you my heart

Noel’s eleven when they see someone scaling the branches to their treehouse as they're walking home from Saturday practice. Well, it's not really "their" treehouse, they amend to themselves guiltily - they'd discovered it last year, exploring the abandoned lots where families hadn't moved in yet, but they'd spent a month saving up to buy nails and plywood boards from the supply store and another painstakingly repairing the empty spaces where the floor had rotten and broken free from the boughs. Tucking their bag under their arm, they run across to the fence and squeeze themselves through the gap.

Before they can climb up the tree, though, they're met by an unfamiliar girl's face poking out from the treehouse's main entrance, flushed a little with exertion and framed with brown ringlets. Noel likes her immediately; if they had to say why, they might mention the girl’s twinkling eyes, the easy way she’d climbed the tree (it took them weeks to figure out how to get to the treehouse without a ladder) or even the red-and-white dress she’s wearing, which suits her very well.

"Hello!" they call out. "I'm Noel. Are you new here? What's your name?"

"Theia Keighley!" is the quick reply. "I'm not from here, I'm just here to visit my grandparents for the summer."

"Oh," Noel says, a little disappointed. They'd been looking forward to making a new friend, maybe even greeting her as a classmate when school starts up. "Do you want to share this treehouse with me?" they call. To their surprise, the girl recoils, the floorboards creaking as she pulls something behind her. "Don't come up here!" she shouts.

"Why not?" they shout back, but there's no reply. Confused, Noel hesitates for half a second before clambering up the tree. They're met with the sight of Theia frantically trying to hide a stack of... hardback books?

"Harry Potter?" they ask, and the girl glances at them with a sense of foreboding. "...Yeah." she says. "I love Harry Potter too!" Noel says excitedly, unconscious of Theia's expression changing as they continue, "Do you own the entire series? That's amazing! Have you read all of them? I've finished Prisoner of Azkaban, I wanted to read the next one but Miss López, she's the librarian, told me they were all checked out..."

"You can borrow mine!" Theia says, picking up a book from the pile and thrusting it into their hands. "I've just finished it. You won't believe what happens to- " She's cut short by Noel's yelp of "No spoilers!" "Sorry - Prisoner of Azkaban is still my favorite, though. Harry's stag patronus is so cool." Her expression becomes a little sheepish, and she motions to Noel to lean in, which they do. "I hope mine's a swan. They're my favorite."

"A swan patronus would be amazing." Noel says earnestly. "I'm not sure what mine would be, though... oh!" Their phone vibrates, and they pick it up. "It's probably my grandma's friend. Oh - I forgot I told her I was coming home early today. Theia, where do you live? I'll come visit you tomorrow, she won't mind."

"The house over the hill." Theia says, and Noel blinks in surprise for a second before remembering that right, Theia isn't moving in. It's a huge house, with a paved white road leading up to it in the middle of a immaculate garden. "Is it okay if I leave the books here? My granddad doesn't like 'magic stories'." She growls out the words in an old man's timbre, startling a laugh out of Noel. "Sure," they answer, grinning. "I'll meet you here tomorrow then?"

"Sure!" says Theia. "I'll buy you lunch."

"Only if you let me buy next time. I know the best places to eat around here," they add, puffing out their chest. Theia smiles at them, and Noel knows they're matching it as they slide down the tree after her. It stays long after she waves goodbye.

As I start to move forward today, like I do every day,
I can no longer hear the voice from outside the door.

Noel falls in love with a girl like sunshine, with all the head-over-heels recklessness of young infatuation. They're fifteen and a couple of months into their first growth spurt, long enough for them to have gotten used to their height but still trip over their too-long limbs. They'd be self-conscious if there was anyone their age around to compare themselves to — but they're not, and they don’t. They spend their next birthday teaching the afternoon classes just the same as always, and nothing much changes at all.

Every year, a couple of kids from the nearest private high school comes over to volunteer at their orphanage. A few are awkward, but all of them are eager to learn. Even the ones that look to Noel for guidance at first settle in quickly, and after the first few chaotic weeks both the student volunteers and the rowdy children spend the rest of the summer months in a easy routine. Between the schoolwork to assign and the squabbles to sort out Noel's always busy, and after learning the volunteers’ names none of them really cross their mind for long, except for her.

So it goes like that for a while, Chira staying after classes are over helping them clean. Every single day, Noel scrubs away doodles on desks on their knees with her kneeling right beside them, sweeping floors and wiping off windowpanes with her shadowing them not three feet away. Chira stays silent at first, apparently determined to be as quiet as possible, but it's not like Noel to work in silence; after she answers their questions with a few one-word answers, they start singing to themselves, little ditties they've strung together from department-store music and the comforting stanzas of childhood poetry. When she asks Noel about them not three days after they start, they can answer quite easily, mentally pumping a fist in triumph.

They learn, over time, what subjects to avoid with Chira. Her parents, her home life - she gets as far as telling them that she has four brothers, two older, two younger, before clamming up entirely - but she’s happy enough to talk about school itself, and after promising to bring them sample tests for the upcoming night classes she starts talking about her extracurriculars. "I play the harp," Chira tells them, "I'm in the school orchestra." "What’s that like?" Noel asks, listening spellbound and a little shell-shocked as she launches into a inexplicable torrent of explanation. She finishes with, "— so that's what I'm doing, what do you think?" looking at them expectantly.

In general Noel is far more talkative than Chira is, but for once she's rendered them speechless. They've never played an instrument in their life; they wouldn't be able to recall half of what she said if someone was holding them at gunpoint. As they try to find words, she looks at them with the dawning self-consciousness of someone who's just told their life story to a stranger for the first time. Noel thinks wryly that she talks so little about herself that that might not be too far off the mark, and the right answer strikes them with the force of a lightning bolt. They look at the color rising high in her cheeks, and say, "You know, that’s pretty amazing."