|| Noodles face is a bit chubby and childish looking, with freckles all over his body. Noodle always wears… Well, Noodles on top of his head. He specifically moves them to be over his left eye, but out of his face besides that. He's usually wearing short sleeved shirts and shorts, specifically cargo shorts. He always keeps his backpack and lights up shoes on him, too. Under the oodles of noodles covering his eye is a scar. Spanning from his left eyebrow and eyelid, it causes his eye to be unable to open properly because of it. Along with this, Noodle has a pretty large scar from his right side of his stomach towards the center. It is jagged, but healed surprisingly well. Hes usually seen wearing a sharktooth necklace. Why? Cause he thinks theyre rad, ok? ||

|| Noodle is very upfront when talking about other people. He's not afraid to call them weird, clingy, etc. This makes him come off as grumpy and rude. He mostly minds his own business, and he's not easy to talk to. Speaking of talking to him though, he speaks in 3rd person! God knows why.  He can be pretty hypocritical in some places, but that doesn't matter to Noodle. To himself, he's always right about everything. He's got a bit of an ego, but never one that goes to full god complex. He's very immature (and I mean VERY), but can be extremely perceptive when he wants to be. ||

|| Noodle is pretty clear with who he is personality wise. Of course, there's more to him. He hates being touched, especially on his stomach, head, or hair, and is not afraid to scratch or bite at someone. Noodle seems to not care about anyone's well being, but he does. He doesn't want to show it. He cares for his ferret more than anyone else, and he vents and talks to her a lot. His ego is mostly a front to attract attention in small amounts. Along with this, hes actually decently emotionally perceptive and available, surprisingly. If someone is upset, and nobody is around, Noodle is usually prone to open up to them and try and help. Noodle isnt usually open to talking about himself, but will if need be. ||

|| Even at the beginning, Miles' life didn't start great. Born in the Philadelphian Suburbs, Miles grew up feeling pressure from his parents. His family had been expecting a girl, putting a lot of planning and preparation into having a girl… only to be surprised when they had Miles. Miles spent the first few years of his life being forced into the plan his parents had set for him. This included his parents trying to enforce female gender roles on him. After all, if they could do it early enough in his life, maybe it would work! It was ‘their kid’ after all…||

|| They grew Miles' hair, putting it up in ponytails and styling it. They would always dress him fancily, with dresses Miles' mother sewed. He would only be allowed to play with girls' toys, and his mother always made him take etiquette classes. As Miles grew though, he soon would find insults from other kids his age, leading Miles to want to rebel and be as boyish as possible. This sparked a long thread of spite between Miles and his parents. They were always at each other's throats, with Miles' parents enforcing rules, Miles rebelling, arguments spurring, yelling echoing, and things thrown.  The only way they would stop would be for Miles to apologize, which wounded his pride more and more by the day. He became an observer, learning to see when they were angry and why, so he would be able to avoid apologizing to them… Yet this only made the household more tense. ||

|| The only saving grace in his household was his grandmother. She was always sweet to him, almost as if she never knew how to be mad in the first place. Her eyesight was poor, so Miles never had to keep his hair up or wear dresses around her. Miles would always be able to complain to her, and she would listen and help calm him down. Along with this, his grandma had given him the best gift he had ever gotten- A ferret. With convincing from his parents, he was able to buy one, who he promptly named ‘Noodle’. Not the best ferret name, but he's not exactly the creative type.
Soon, the household switched from one of argument to one of… silence. Miles never yelled or complained when he was on his own, and several complaints from neighbors led to both Miles and his parents keeping their distance from each other. Left to do his own thing, Miles began enjoying life a lot more. Skipping school, wearing different clothes, exploring outside, it was all what Noodle had dreamed of… of course though, this only led to himself getting into trouble. ||

|| Miles would find himself exploring the playground a lot, where other kids his age usually were. He had a natural talent for schoolyard games, especially rock paper scissors. His opponents were usually easy to read due to Noodles' perceptiveness, and he flourished in what he won from the games, going undefeated. This sense of winning fed Miles confidence, leading him to believe he could do more. Trespassing, Stealing, and other petty crimes soon followed. However, with his exploits came opportunity. ||

|| The high of his life didn't last forever, of course. His grandmother's Alzheimer's only worsened over the years. Miles tried to help her remember things in several ways, not wanting to confront his Grandma's declining health. He stopped going out, hiding himself from the world to stay with his Grandma. His grandmother would constantly mistake his name for his ferrets. At some point, Miles adopted the nickname and went along with it. Soon, she didn't even remember that. Noodle would start bringing her ramen and pasta to try and remember, yet that soon stopped working. Noodle began talking in 3rd person, as yet another reminder. The woman who had once always seemed like a ray of sunshine, even in old age, had faded to a sad gray. Noodle was determined to make her smile again. He'd try everything, and eventually found something that hit- Putting a bowl of noodles on his head always made her laugh. Yet this couldn't fix her health. ||

|| His grandma passed away after a year of Noodle staying back home. Noodle, now 13, had nobody left besides his ferret, and it became his only sort of positive interaction. He'd spend as much time as he could outside, bringing his ferret with him in his bag. He was met with many strange looks. The bowl of Noodles on his head and his strange way of speaking got him picked on relentlessly, yet Noodle stopped hanging out with people, so it hardly mattered to him. ||

|| About a month later, Noodle's parents did something he didn't expect. They adopted another kid. A baby girl, named Shelby. His parents doted on the girl, which Noodle tried to ignore. That was, until his parents planned on giving his grandma's old room to the new baby. Noodle was enraged, sparking an argument with his parents that raged on for hours. Unable to let go of the memories of his childhood and grandma, Noodle decided to run away that night. Worried his ferret might get hurt, he left her at home. ||

|| Noodle wouldn't make it far that night. ||

|| Noodle was traveling on foot, only with what he had in his backpack. He had walked along the road on the tall hill leading out of town. He was getting close to where he had always wanted to be- anywhere but where he was. Yet walking along the road meant facing the cars that came along the curve. While nervous, he trekked on, hoping nothing would come. ||

|| The car turned the corner, and the panic from both the driver and Noodle led Noodle to tumble over the edge of the rail, down the hill. He would awake for a moment once he reached the bottom, Only to see red. The next time he would wake up would be in the hospital. ||

|| Noodle only got from what he overheard from the doctors. His tumble scraped him up badly. About 3/4ths of the way down, he got snagged on a branch. It dug into his stomach, leaving a huge gash. It was likely going to heal, but not without scars. Along with that, a pair of scissors from his bag had fallen out and tumbled with him. It slashed his left eyelid. It was healing already, but his eye wouldn't be able to open properly ever again. ||

|| After a successful recovery,  Noodle continued living how he did. Nothing had changed after he ran away, except for the small amounts of sympathy his neighbors would give him. His parents attention switched more towards their new baby, and Noodle continued to live on his own. ||

          COMMON SYMBOLS

• Noodles
• The Color Orange
• Ferrets
• Red Pandas
• Fidget Toys