Appearance

Physical Description

Tall and Thin, muscular from lack of proper eating,

Body Features

The Upper quadrant of the body is covered in massive red burn scars, and the chest has a strange darkly green web of necrotic scaring. I usually dress well these days.

Facial Features

The Left Eye is missing but covered by a gray-blue leather patch embossed with a pegasus feather. The mustache and Beard are thin.

Identifying Characteristics

Missing Eye

Physical quirks

Strokes mustache in thought, nervous energy is bled in playing with a small silver ring warped by constant attention.

Apparel & Accessories

Orange Sash, a broken watch that only keeps seconds, an old officers rapier,

Special abilities

Gunnery, Riding, Cards, localized navigation, defensive fencing, Not Dying.

Mentality

Personal history

Noé Clair was born and raised in the small port city of Étretat in Ventilles proper. Along the border of The Île-de-Ventilles in northern Ventilles, regionally at least.
 
His mother was a Morbais woman of a lesser noble family, and his father was a Line Infantry Sargent awarded a degree of Yeomanship for his service.
 
Personal tragedy strikes early as Noe’s mother contracted an illness with Noé’s birth. With Silver Medicine, the sickness could be staved off for a time. Still, the condition was terminal. The medicine was also a minor poison that would slowly steal her life while letting her live long enough to engage with Noé and leave a vague but positive image until her death.
 
Estranged from his father due to the tragedy of his mother’s loss, Noé was often left to his own devices. His father would never remarry, but Étretat was his father’s home before service and again after, so the village often raised Noé as much as his distant father did not.
 
In Étretat as a young child, Noé would meet Miri Basse-Terre, a wealthy merchant family from Lundgerlott. And the pair would form a close friendship and often be known for their trouble-making antics or leading the motley crew of young children of the town to some new feat of shenanigans.
 
The most notable event where the pair got into real trouble was a successful heist where the team managed to smuggle in Bluestorm Forgs, who were hibernating, and fill the Bishops hat with them before a Holiday Choir. The frogs woke up mid-Hymn once they warmed up enough. They began to move around and join the Hymn in loud throaty croaking, much to the town’s horror, terror, and secret delight.
 
When they were entering that age of neither child nor adult, the pair stole a set of fashionable clothes from Noé’s Grandfather and snuck into a Ball the local Marquis was holding. Pretending to be from Atora and having arrived by misfortune from Gannon, they had to borrow old fashion just to be presentable, a terrible shame. The Marquis was highly charitable to the trouble of the young, faux noble couple.
 
They danced the night away and hobnobbed while laughing, joking, and making the fools of the nobles. Noé was struck that his friend, who had known all his life as the kid to always pushed him into the mud when he wasn’t looking, had grown into the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
 
Miri remarked it would be wonderful to do this again, but without the lie or joke, as just Miri and Noé. Noé knew only one way they could do that. Noé would have to become an officer, a minor noble in Ventille by right of blood and fire.
 
It wasn’t for Miri’s sake alone that Noé joined the ranks of Ventilles Royal Officer Core, but for his other love tied directly to the swelling and swooning feelings, he had grown for his oldest and dearest.
 
Noé grandfather, on his mother’s side, had been one of the old gendarme chevaliers when knights wore heavy metal and raced alongside the Rune Armigers upon Ventilles Blanc. So the old man claimed with his stories filling the young Noé’s head with the idea of knights and heroics valiantly fighting for King and County.
 
Noé’s father had been an army man with years of marching, riding in ships, and digging earthworks. He disdained the Nobs on their horses and the Nob who thought they were fit to lead. Ventilles has always struggled under the weight of its own abilities.
 
Spiting his father for the chivalry of Ventilles and an opportunity for Miri to have a chance to walk into a Noble party as one of those Nobles were all good enough reasons to bash the youth to leave home for a new world of services and prestige.
 
Young and stupid, promises were made after Noé’s grandfather arranged for the young man to become an officer. After the news was revealed, an emotional moment with his father left a divide between parent and child that would never mend while either was in Ventilles.
 
A realization dawned on the young couple through anger, pride, sorrow, joy, and talks of the future between Noé and Miri. Noé would be leaving his beloved friend Miri behind for years. Both were pushed to make confessions and their feelings as young Ventilles to the surface in a way both remember to this day fondly, with no regret. Those would come later.
 
Noé left, trained, and earned the feather in his cap; later, he purchased his commission, sword, and uniform. There amongst a masses of his fellow officers, he would briefly meet the king and future king at his ceremonial graduation, which was memorable to Noé if no one else. A watery-eyed, aging man who was sloping to the ground from a hard life. The stories of Marcos Xenifleur X’s grand legacy made a man well into his 8th decade seem somehow more elegant and his scion in his wake who would take the same regal name stood nearly as tall if not taller than Noé. Looking back, it might have been the first time Noé realized something was rotten in Ventilles.
 
While in the Officer Academy, Noé would meet Jules Ferry, and Charles Martel the trio quickly became friends. All lesser born, hard workers and sharing a love of trouble and adventure. The Trio were often assigned together and worked to ensure they would advance in rank, having many strange adventures together.
 
Noé served his first term and had that strange encounter in fort sector seven while learning to scout and lead. A typical day shattered as several Green Rune Armigers appeared suddenly, seemingly from the deep sea, attacking the fort and surrounding area. No markings and such an unfamiliar design; no one really is sure if they were monsters or metal war machines.
 
Noé rallied the recruits and militia together to fight off the machines with nothing more than a small cannon and a few rifles while riding into a storm. The events gave Noé a folk hero status among many and would follow him as he moved from post to post. It also singled him out to the Royal Command as a potential leader in the king’s forces.
 
When Noé returned home, finally earning leave, Miri had only grown more, well, Miri. She was aging with the grace only Lethenian could give.
 
While Noé was off playing hero, Miri began taking on more responsibility in her father’s shipping company. Already the sharpest and cleverest girl in all of northern Ventille. She grew into a more intelligent and witter woman. Leaving a young lieutenant, Noé to feel like the small boy who chased after her once more.
 
Miri had learned to be a navigator and was already a minor partner in the trading company responsible for a small ship and trading amongst the larger islands when they reunited.
 
The reunion, however, was bittersweet. Noé was on leave, Miri was in the middle of a massive trade negotiation, which left the returned Noé to stalk the street of his hometown like a stray tomcat looking for something to do. Miri was stressed and spread thin and tired when she would be available for anything more than an idle chat.
 
Noé and Miri had been writing, but a few letters didn’t ever arrive and sometimes the words could not be written. In person, though, it was different things that couldn’t be avoided. There was something about them. Despite the closeness, emotions, and history, they had become oddly strangers. Noé indoctrinated his Ventille nationalism, and Miri became more worldly as a merchant.
 
A long talk was had after Noé was introduced to an over-flirty Imperio, when in a fit of jealousy, Noé almost killed the other man. It was clear something needed to be set in stone. They couldn’t promise the future now, as much as Noé wanted to and as much Miri wanted him to. Miri would begin to sail larger merchant ships taking her to far-off places to far-off people. Noé would be passed along to whoever needed a scout, a rifle, or a boot on the ground to lead men for the king. It was too cruel for either of them. To much doubt, so a promise, an absolute promise, not two idiots who thought the moons were their guiding lights after the passions broke, instead, the two would-be adults who had seen some of the worlds and knew what was needed for them made promises in their heart of hearts.
 
It was a promise not to love another but to allow the storm to carry them. Causal, to find comfort, to let the storms of jealousy rumble and break against the rugged mountains of their true feelings. They would write and share as much as they could or as much as they were willing, with the feeling they always had to guide them back together.
 
So it went. Both would live their lives.
 
During this phase, Jules Ferry’s death occurred, which was an event that began slowly breaking Noé. A Duke’s child had been captured and was being held ransom. Rather than pay the ransom, the Duke, who had controll of the garrison as Ventilles still relied on the old way of handling the army, ordered the Dragoon Fusiliers Marins to rescue his son at all costs. The well-fortified bandits had several small cannons and clear sight lines, meaning the only way to attack the bandits, even at night, was through cannon fire. Noé found a route through the defenses, but it required the distraction of taking the attention of those bandit gunners and, with their attention, their weapons. Noé was about to tell the plan when he was informed he could not. He must secure the Duke’s child. Having no choice, Noé ordered his friend Jules Ferry, the best rider of the unit, to do it. With a smile, Ferry set off. Noé led his men through the route and surprised the gunners in a bloody fight after it was done. The child, a youth of nearly two decades, not much younger than Noé was rescued.
 
Ferry nor his mount was not found after the battle. The guns were still hot after the struggle and pointed in the direction Ferry had come, Feathers softly drifting down to the deep sea below.
 
Returning to the Duke, Noé nearly killed them when the truth was revealed. The bandits were the child’s guards. The child was hiding from a marriage the Duke arranged, and Duke almost had to return the Dowry because of the child’s stubbornness. Money, illusions of honor, and power had cost men their lives.
 
Noé secured a promotion with the death of his friend and men just like him, who were simply doing their job. With the added responsibility and duties, he tried not to consider that cost and focus on things like seeing Miri.
 
When they could, Miri and Noé would spend time together. Noé introduces his Lady Miri of Étretat when he can bring her to the formal gathering required of His Majesty’s Ventilles Dragoon Fusiliers Marins. Miri, when she needed a date to some borning gather, would bring “whatever rank he was” Clair, a gentleman and officer of His Majesty of Xenifleur—long nights followed where they would spend hours together, sometimes simply talking until the sun chased away the time they had.
 
For both, this was a long decade of causal lovers, one-night encounters dreaming and wishing of the other in their hearts, and constant planning and praying for a future that distance and time couldn’t break. Always a letter in the morning, a prayer at the Hymnal, and dreams, one can’t discount the dreams.
 
When Noé achieved Captain, it was a minor miracle for all the wrong reasons.
 
The 13 Vendémiaire Incident for Noé secured him a promotion and the right to pick any position of that rank. His remarks would haunt him: “A whiff of the canister will sort them out, I should think.” The words that linger in his nightmares over the visions he can not escape.
 
On the 3rd Vendémiaire, the Marquee of Le Peletier passed a new tax. The tax affected local merchants but favored foreign merchants in the bazaars and trade halls. The effects hit locals hard and left many of the Le Peletier community upset; within a week, everyone knew of the law and had already felt its influence.
 
When the Mayor of Sévigny was to meet with the Marquee to discuss matters for the region, a crowd began forming around the city governmental house in the plaza. Built in front of such buildings in Southern Ventille were influenced by the Imerpio culture.
 
They had heard the Marquee was to arrive and gathered promptly. The gathering was small at the time. No more than 80 individuals had come to peaceful protest, planning on demanding a civil discussion as reasonable gentlemen regarding a change to the law.
 
The Mayor, fearful, summoned the local militia defense garrison, who requested aid from local Royal Forces in the area. The VRS Fond Blanc was in port, taking on supplies. Commander Noé was in command and ordered four of the company’s cannons prepared for movement to defend the city from the “Angry mob.”
 
The Ventilles Dragoon Fusiliers Marins arrived quickly, finding the protest far smaller than the growing hysteria told them in rumor. Noé, with a laugh, ordered the canister of grapeshot loaded with his future haunting words; “a whiff of the canister will sort them out, I should think.” His men laughed and carried the order out.
 
Those protesting watched the royal soldier and knew what had been loaded, and their chanting seemed to quiet down, intimidated by the lethal measures prepared for them.
 
However, hearing of the arrival of the Royal Soldiers summoned counter-protesters who sided with the Marquee, and seeing the Royal Soldiers encouraged them further. Who began to shout, jeer, and insult the first crowd who responded in kind, forgetting about the cannons.
 
This noise summoned a third group angry at the first two, which brought a fourth group, and so on until the square was packed with angry Ventilles shouting and cursing at other Ventilles shouting and cursing back, and all of it in front of Town Watch and Ventilles Dragoon Fusiliers Marins with their canister loaded cannons.
 
Noé ordered bayonets ready, still plugs at the time for Ventilles. This order was to hopefully keep the violence from escalating from a causal shot of his men but also gave his men a spear wall to keep the crowd from getting too bold with them. It seemed to be working, from Noé’s recollections; the group looked like they would blow themselves out in shouting at each other and counter-chanting as a storm gathered overhead. No man likes screaming in the rain, not even a Ventillean.
 
That was until the Marquee carriage showed up. The sudden appearance of the minor noble and his vanguard sent the crowd into a frenzy, who all surged forward to get the Marquee’s attention. The protest swiftly turned into a riot. Pushes and shoves gave way to punches and swings of weapons. Noé and his men surged forward to keep them from the Marquee, shots and whistles going off as they pushed and tried to force back the crowd from the building. Shouting and curses echoed into a thundered, cracking sky.
 
Then the old adage was still true that day; red powder wants to ignite. During the press of Ventilles trying to get to the Marquee, one of the cannons went off. Firing the deadly anti-personal barrage point blank into a surging crowd. The Deafening boom signaled the other three guns to fire, who’s crews took it for the firing order. The guns threw protestors and soldiers down to the ground with the force of the booming coughs of the red powder weapons.
 
The scene that welcomed the swimming, ringing vision of a shocked Noé was almost indescribable. The bright blue and silver marble was colored red, and delicate pink mists wafted in the air amongst the red and black clouds of fired guns. Blood steamed in the cooling air as the rain began to cause a river of blood to form among the island of body parts.
 
Anyone not shredded had been torn apart, anyone not torn apart and been mauled, those that had not been mauled and been struck dead, those not dead were savaged, only those behind the muzzles of the guns were sparred. Those still alive in front of the gun weakling protested before expiring. Those that still could fled in the storming night. Those that could be saved were taken to the Silver mages, and those that couldn’t be, were collected for the Bishop to give last rights. Sometimes, only a limb was left.
 
The Marquee had said nothing as he entered the building. Noé done with his work, ordered his men to pack up the equipment and arms and return to the VRS Fond Blanc.
 
Noé didn’t sleep that night, and in the morning, he was summoned by the Marquee of Le Peletier. Preparing his effect and writing his letters, he said farewell and was ready to meet his fate.
 
He had committed a heinous crime. Regardless of whether he shouted to fire or was miss heard shouting don’t fire, or his whistle sounded giving the length and tone needed for a fire. He was the one that ordered the Canister loaded. That grapeshot was why the night was so deadly; a single ball might have been tens to a barely hundred dead at worst, not the several hundred who were in that square that moment.
 
The vision of that square, the blood, and the bodies of the orders that fell to Noé was all he could think about as he was shown into the dining hall of the Governmental building of Sévigny. The carnage was washed away by the blue stone and heavy rain of the evening, leaving only the tiny craters from where the grapeshot still was in the walls of surrounding buildings, the only proof anything had gone wrong in the square, that and the silence of the town.
 
Noé was prepared for a quick tribunal and a shorter drop of the noose. Instead, he was handed a glass of the finest Bleublanc Roqua in Ventilles, and toasted as a conquering hero. The Marquee quickly spelled out how incredible Noé decisive actions were, and how now the law was trivial as most of the protestors against the laws were now in Stygos’s embrace.
 
For his heroics, the Marquee of Le Peletier promoted him and paid for his commission to Capian, toasting the New Captain again.
 
It took an effort to swallow the cost down for Noé, but here he had found a way to make that dream long sought by a fool in love a reality. He knew which position he’d request. There was an opening at the Garrison near Étretat. With Captainship, a garrison command, Noé could finally promise Miri a real future as her husband.
 
Requests were made, and Noé was told he’d have to wait until a replacement for his current command of the VRS Fond Blanc, could be found, no more than a year at most.
 
Charles Mantle and his men took him out to get drunk and celebrate the success of their operations in wherever the hell that port they were in, and with an advance. At the same time, drunk as a skunk, Noé wandered into a jeweler to buy the ring.
 
He knew Miri’s hands after all; he had spent countless nights lacing his finger within hers to hold and compare every new scar and callous the pair earned in the absences of years. The size was perfectly chosen. It could not be heavy with a cut gem; Miri worked paper and pen with her hands, so the ring needed to be smooth and light to move it across paper and ink without it catching. Gold, wouldn’t tarnish in the heavy weather a sailor braved; Ventilleans preferred silver for their patron moon, but silver tarnished and would be more trouble for the merchant navigator Miri. No gems, they would catch and cut on ropes and paper, but moonstones would not, tiny ones, pure ones, where fine artisans would then connect the moonstones of Ventille’s patrons in the floral designs of Lundgerlott styles. It cost nearly the price of his Captain’s commission, but it was worth it—a work of art to add to the most beautiful thing in Ventille to Noé.
 
A year of waiting would be alright… But this was the year the king died, his son, and his wife followed before a resolution to the king’s death. Chaos and ruin found Ventille at long last for its bloody history finally catching up.
 
The royalists controlled the navy and army and gave orders to the fleet in the dark, but when the Queen and heir died, the floodgates were opened and none could stop the tide. Noé had kept his command together by force, trying to stop units that had gone rogue or turned to banditry by attacking shipping lanes.
 
The Fond Blanc had made its crew a legend as a small ship standing up to pirates, bandits, and highwaymen during this time, led by the Noble Hero Noé, already known for fighting monsters and invaders from the deep sea for being a man of action and not afraid of the blood work needed to save teh land…
 
It had prestige in the small chain of islands it was patrolling. Close enough that when the letter had stopped coming from Miri for more than a week, Noé knew something was wrong, and when he resolved to order his ship back to Ventilles to find out, he was interrupted from thought as a fight broke out.
 
Despite his work to keep his ship unified in direction and purpose. Two factions had formed, followers of Lord Aurin de Quis and the followers of Lord Alphonse Hustianard II. Orders had arrived from men loyal to those men giving the Fond Blanc competing demands that were the same; join this side and attack that side.
 
His men raised voice washed over him. Their reasonings, justifications, and excuses all broke the mental image, and Noé knew Ventille had died, and it had been dead far longer than he had been its champion.
 
His officers’ actions in the last few months were for nothing, like everything he had done while serving King and County meant nothing. Those that died in the 13 Vendémiaire Incident came back to haunt him. The death of his friend and those he had killed along his way here. All dead for nothing.
 
Noé brought peace to his ship, but it was temporary. That night he chose to kill his navigator, Charles Mantle, his last remaining friend from his days at the academy, and the ensign on the helm, his protege on the watch. Mantle had picked a side and wanted Noé to join him. Only two people could see the charts on a Ventilles ship, the Navigator and the Captian of the vessel. Without Mantle to guide them back they would have to risk the wild winds, and without a ship the would have to ride there.
 
Noé turned the wheel to guide the ship into the rock below, throwing a lantern to the magazine and freeing the stables. He hopped on Amuro and left his ship, as it was dashed against the rocks.
 
He rode hard and fast and found Ventille in ashes. From above, watch forces baring flags he didn’t recognize and banners that had to be jokes clashing in streets, peasants, nobles, soldiers, and farmers. He rode to Étretat.
 
In a day, he was there, but it was already burning. His father’s home was ash, the Church a fortification firing into the smoke and flames around it. The docks in chaos, as three forces were battling for controll of the city. Miri was leading one of the three factions. A faction against his oaths, his future, his uniform, and all he knew. She drew on him, not recognizing him.
 
That moment sometimes plays in his head, and he wonders what world he would be if she had pulled the trigger. Would he be with her, would he be dead, or would he be here anyway?
 
She would not though, and for all his oaths, he would never dare raise weapons against her.
 
As the battle raged, Miri pleaded with him to join, to come with her, fight for the right thing for once. He begged her to leave this madness that there was a better way they could start again away from this misery and violence. Neither would move or could move from the lines in their hearts.
 
Once more, they were at the crossroads of destiny. Noé could join her, and she wouldn’t abandon the cause. A change of position in ways, her now the patriot, and he the person who some the bigger world.
 
A cannon shot ripped through the air, nearly killing Noé. What did it matter to him? What had he left? Could he tell her about the ring in his pocket? Would it mean anything? He wanted to surprise her with it when he saw her again, but it had been nearly two and a half years—a lifetime of letters and promises of soon.
 
Who were they? A man who had lost his country after giving his soul to it on the promise of a future with a woman who was now shooting at its ghost? Is she seeing an enemy first and not the man she promised to love before all others and ready to fight to the death with that specter?
 
Her ship had to leave; the dock was lost to her cause. She yelled the fateful words that would haunt Noé every day from the prow of her ship until he joined the Fallen Star, the words the war would let him hear.
 
“Promise me, Promise me, you stupid fool, that you won’t die pointlessly-” the roar of guns “- You’ll make it right-” the dock collapsing under his feet, “-not destroy yourself without a fight.” Noise and chaos as his world shattered utterly.
 
Noe thinks of what she could have said when he plays with the ring. For 12 years, he will mold it between his fingers as he thinks about her, remembers her, and wishes things were different. Warped and stretched by nervous melancholy and idle daydreams, it’s hardly a promise.

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Noe has taken on the role of XO and master of the guns for The Fallen Star. While Crow sisters leaves much to be desired as disciplined crew members, their skill is not in doubt.
 
While he knows most of the crew by name and face, he isn’t close with them other than as the last in the line of command before the Captain. Often playing the angry sergeant to Samuel Thatch kindly uncle. This has earned him the name Ole Groucho and Serge or Sergeant from the crew; who know it’s serious if the XO needs to speak to you.
 
While Captain Liar binds herself to the Helm and has to be pried off, Noe stalks the ship seeing to work groups and tasks, motivating or handling minor issues quickly and quietly. Both Thatch and Polly are starting to catch on, especially after Theresa Rourke mentioned seeing Neo working more shifts than needed.
 
Noe teaches basic mathematics and reading on off days. This originally started as a way to teach the gun crews bombardment, but after many of the Zeff’s Grave crew joined, asking questions that were clearly a lack of education, Noe moved to start basic classes wanting at least more than whistling and runners to communicate in the sprawling mess of the ship. He holds out hope to have someone start doing his paperwork for him.
 
Noe has started a fencing club in the evenings, teaching footwork and overseeing friendly sparing between officers in various Western Fencing styles. The activity is mocked by top masters but is still popular enough with both the hands and officers aboard as a way to stave off boredom. Noe motivation was to get more practice in his swordsmanship, trying to return to his prime through experience, both good and bad fighters.
 
He has gotten close to Polly Mulvan, and was the first to see past his bravado and see something more profound in the man. Noe is intentionally distant from the crew due to his own history.
 
The relationship has deepened with Polly discovering the possibly last job of her late husband, an ill-fate journey to The Decimis Rift. Noe promised he would find her husband or his remains, believing the quest for the Titan Stones would no doubt bring him to cross into and out of the rift.

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Since the fateful encounter with Pyramid of Planyaa, Noé has resolved to be the chevalier he has been “faking” being.
 
When Captain Liar made it known she was going to give the Valkyre Strike force a chance and let them live, Noé supported the decision without hesitation and tried to convince the crew of its righteousness during the meeting—going so far as to force them to murder the hundred-some survivors of the battle personally, stating that they had to act like the heroes they claimed to be.
 
Soledad Esperanza Ioma Clemente de Farallón confronted their friend after the event for an explanation. Noé explained his desire to make the world better. During this meeting, Soledad helped convince Noé to accept what both Lair and Polly had been suggesting to him: that he is worthy of forgiveness and is more than the “darkest moment of his night” alone.
 
Helping Soledad back to their quarters, Soledad shared the reason for their trip and Luisa Isabella Maria Clemente de Farallon fate and what Soledad believes is a way to save their beloved sister. Noé, without prompting, offered his full support to defy Stygos taboos to help save Luisa.

Education

• Local Schooling through Blue Hymnal


• Second Reformation Office training through École spéciale militaire de Ventilles


• Royal Salon indentations,


• Group Teaching Exercises per Second Reforms


• Worldly Travel for the Nameless Guild


• The Nameless Guild

Employment

• Blue Hymnal Church as Choir Member


• Royal Dragoon Fusiliers Marins


• Nameless Guild


• Mercenary Scout


• Mercenary Clerk


• Heavy for the Nameless Guild

Accomplishments & Achievements

• Médaille de la Gendarmerie


• Médaille d’honneur pour acte de courage et de dévouement


• Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

Failures & Embarrassments

• Ordering the action that lead to the death of his friend Jules Ferry


• The Mascarre of Sévigny


• Accepting the Promotion to Captain


• Killing his friend Charles Mantle


• Sinking the Base Blanche


• Not marrying Miri


• The Lives he ended for the Nameless Guild


• Not throwing himself into The Decimis Rift


• Accepting Mara's crusade

Mental Trauma

Noe takes many shifts, nearly constantly working and moving, nightmares of his many actions plague his sleep, and one of the reason he drinks, to an excess.

Intellectual Characteristics

Noe is knowledgeable about many things and enjoys discussing the finer possibilities of things.

Morality & Philosophy

Redemptionist. Noe has to believe people can change and make amends for who they are.

person.sexuality

Like most Ventillan, Noe is flexible when it comes to sex and dance partners.
 
Love is a separate matter

Taboos

Tattoos still bother Noe; it is a strange mark to take a wound that will never heal for a ventille blue hymnal.

Known Languages

Ventille, Alyrian Common, High Ulsanior, Imperio
 
Insults in Valykrie, Gargmesh, and Low Ulsanoir

Personality

Quotes & Catchphrases

"We are all going to die on this ship."
 
“I believe we will all perish. There is no more to it than that. And if we don’t? Well… Then at least some good will come from my attempt to throw myself in the jaws of Stygo’s shadow again. Even if it is foolish, I would like to believe that we are doing something great, heroic, and impossible, but only a fool would dare dream that… Good thing I am not a fool, Oui?”

Likes & Dislikes

Dislikes sweets, silver cut medication is often bitter, sweeteners are used or sweets served with medicine to soften the taste. Noe mother would serve sweets for the family when it was time for her to take her medication. As the powerful narcotic killed her, the memory of her passing became the sweet taste of treats. The memories of her death and the rift it created is felt in the sweetness of each bite Noe chokes down.

Vices & Personality flaws

Like all Ventiles who drink to excess, Clair employs the dangerous use of a blue moonstone lose in his cup. The Extra water brings out the hidden flavors and mellows of many drinks from Ventile. For foreign drinks, it just waters them down, especially stronger drinks, and fills a cup much faster, resulting in only a portion of the Roqua being poured as indented; thus, Noé can always be seen drinking even though it is only at best watered down.
 
The technic is dangerous because, despite Blue Moonstone properties, it will produce toxic bile when ingested, killing many foolish enough not to watch their cups and drink. The fear is supposed to help those who use it stay sober as well. There is much thought that the only thing the moonstone really does is force the person to relieve themselves sooner, which is actually what makes them a person less drunk. Debate is ongoing naturally, and every year scholars insist that this year they will finalize the debate; until then, they need more Roqua to continue the scientific study.
 
Noe’s goal as an officer was to afford a silver and blue drinking stone someday, also known as a King’s Tasting stone. The silver moonstone removes the alcohol in the drink and leaves the flavors behind, which the water from the blue fills in, allowing one never to fear poison or excess drinking ever again.

Hygiene

He Bathes Regularly, despite what some fistfighters think.
 
The Ventille custom of using oils and dry flowers to scent and protect the hair and clean the finer dirt is also practiced; however, Noe has had to trust merchants when they sell him "Only Snapping Flower" mixes.

Social

Birthplace

Étretat, Parravon, Ventilles

Current Residence

First Cabin of the Officer Quarters aboard the FFS Fallen Star.

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Executive Officer, Master of Guns.

Wealth & Financial state

Whatever is in his sash.

Family Ties

????

Religious Views

Blue Hymnal Non-Practicing
"The Moons love to watch Fools break their necks and care little for anything but the entertainment of our struggles."
"The Heriphant is a fool and a liar, you can tell him that, or better

Social Aptitude

Ettique Training for the Second Reforms

Hobbies & Pets

Amuro is a Ventilles Blanc pegasus purebred, though the silver white is being replaced with the silver grey of old age. The Saddle is deep blue and green leather with silver fixings or once were silver. Amuro's mane is covered in protective chimes tied into it by members of the crew and officers, notably a black ribbon, a black pegasus feather, several pieces of gun cord from cannons, and a small spoon of all things.

Speech

Accented and meandering.