[b]Noelle[/b]

“What to do~” A petite girl stood on her tippy-toes as she daintily continued to walk down Ylisse’s streets. It was a fine day, clear skies outlined with the sun’s golden rays. The city was yet again filled with people, the air filled with the smells of delicacies and chattering voices that contributed to the cacophony on the streets; to Noelle, it was a sign of peace and happiness. 

She was dressed in blue dancer clothes, with many different hues that she had chosen when she was a little girl. However, she had made some adjustments, eventually turning towards Ferox’s myrmidon clothes. Despite having a rather ordinary yet fascinating occupation, Noelle adorned two swords that were strapped on to her lower back. Why was this brown hair blue eyed girl geared with weapons of death? Well, her family had given them to her when she had insisted on travelling by herself. They had always assumed that their youngest child wouldn’t be able to defend herself, but in actuality, they were the ones who had taught her how to fight barehanded to wielding blades. 

However, she was totally regretting her decision of ‘finding her own passion’. In actuality, the nineteen year old was down-right hungry and was homesick. She had been travelling for several weeks and had just arrived in Ylisstol from Ferox. Despite the fact that her family had frequently moved, she had sorely missed her other siblings pestering, her mother’s cooking, and her father’s dancing. 

She yawned, her loose ponytail slinging down her left shoulder as she brushed away a few strands of hair from her eyes. Well, Noelle would just have to do the only thing she was able to do - perform. Before long, Noelle was wandering down the streets, searching for something that could give her a bit of money.