ROOMATE |「 ✦ Noel Collins ✦ 」

Name: Noel Collin’s

Age: 23

Pronouns: He/Him

Appearance:

Noel is lanky and pale, with a slightly hunched posture from years of leaning over books and computer screens. His messy dark brown hair constantly falls into his eyes, which are large, curious, and framed by thick glasses. He usually wears graphic tees (usually space, anime, or retro game-themed), oversized cardigans, and jeans that never quite fit right.

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Personality Traits:

• Intelligent but Anxious: Noel is book-smart and excels in subjects like math, computer science, and astronomy. However, he tends to overthink social interactions and is easily flustered when attention is on him.

• Gentle and Empathetic: He’s soft-spoken and extremely empathetic toward others, especially animals and outcasts. He’s the type of person who notices when someone is feeling off and quietly offers help.

• Passionate Nerd: Noel is deeply into science fiction, indie video games, old-school RPGs, and building model spaceships. He talks quickly and excitedly about his interests to anyone who’ll listen, though he’s painfully aware when he’s rambling.

• Physically Fragile: He’s got a weak immune system and is often recovering from colds or allergies. He avoids gym class like the plague and prefers clubs like chess, robotics, or the school’s D&D group.

• Creative Dreamer: Noel often escapes into imaginary worlds of his own creation. He writes fan fiction, draws detailed maps of fantasy realms, and dreams of one day creating a game or writing a novel that blends science with wonder.

• Loyal Friend, Fierce in Quiet Ways: Though timid, he’s fiercely loyal to the few close friends he has and will defend them in subtle, clever ways (like hacking the school system to anonymously expose a bully, or writing a heartfelt letter to a teacher).

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Strengths:

• Sharp intellect
• Inventive and curious
• Emotionally perceptive
• Kind-hearted to a fault

Weaknesses:

• Physically frail
• Socially awkward
• Tends to worry too much
• Prone to self doubt

**BACKSTORY From the moment Noel collins was born—small, pale, and struggling for breath—he lived in a world ruled by caution. Born prematurely and with a fragile immune system, he spent his earliest memories not in playgrounds or backyards, but in hospital rooms that smelled like antiseptic and humming machines. Nurses knew his name before the kids in his neighborhood did. IV poles were more familiar to him than swing sets.

Even as he grew, illness lingered like a shadow. A cold wasn’t just a cold for Noel—it was a two-week ordeal with fevers, medications, and oxygen masks. Every winter, his parents braced themselves like soldiers before a storm. His mother lined the windows with plastic wrap, trying to keep the drafts out. His father kept a suitcase by the door, just in case. And Noel? He stayed quiet, hoping his chest wouldn’t start to rattle again.

This constant dance with fragility etched fear deep into Noel’s bones. He grew scared of simple things—germs on doorknobs, the sound of someone coughing, even the touch of rain. He hated thunderstorms most of all. Something about the deep rumbles and sudden flashes of light made his heart race and his breath catch. They reminded him too much of hospital nights—unpredictable, loud, and out of his control.

He slept with a flashlight under his pillow and a small backpack always packed, just in case he needed to leave in a hurry. He memorized every emergency number. Even at fifteen, he washed his hands until they were raw if someone sneezed nearby.

But despite the fear—or maybe because of it—Noel became gentle in a world that hadn’t been kind to him. Books and stories became his comfort. He lost himself in tales of space explorers and lonely wizards, characters who—like him—were often small in a world that demanded strength. He didn’t just love science fiction and fantasy; he needed them. They were the places where fragile boys could still be brave.

At school, Noel kept his head down. He wasn’t bullied much—he wasn’t loud enough for that—but he was often invisible. The quiet boy with the backpack full of tissues and cough drops. The one who flinched when thunder cracked or who sat stiffly still when someone sat too close. But under that cautious surface, he carried a quiet brilliance. He built miniature worlds out of cardboard and code. He knew the names of every moon in the solar system. He could repair a busted laptop with nothing but a screwdriver and a bit of thread.

Noel still fears many things: getting sick again, hospitals, loud noises, losing control. But there’s a quiet strength in him too—a kind that doesn’t shout or swagger. A kind that endures. Because for all his fears, Noel has made it this far. Not in spite of being fragile—but because he knows, intimately, how to survive.

**SEX Whimpers+crys+begs+overwhelmed easily+ loves when someone calls him baby+loves petnames