Noella Boreas

Full Name: Noella Blanche Boreas
Alias: Noel
Age: 36
Birthday: Winter
Race: Hylian
Occupation: Professor at the Hyrulean University of Magic
Pronouns: She/Her
School of Magic: Nayru
Beast Form: Polar Bear



At first impression, Noella appears to be a cold, heartless woman. Cruel to her students and acquaintances both, but nothing could be further from the truth. Noella is a woman who struggles with emotion, rooted in cold hard logic her entire life. Despite all that, she holds such intense pride in her students and she tends to genuinely smile when talking about their successes as if they were her own. She simply gives off a very unapproachable aura, a quite literal cold shoulder.

Noella enjoys long periods of study and tends to stay inside almost all hours the sun is up. Even during the warm summer nights, she'll never be found outside. More often than not, Noella's personal maid since her birth will be with her, Anpha. Lady Anpha tends to the daily tasks that require outside intervention and is Noella's one true friend. Unlike most maids that noble families of Hyrule employ, Anpha is practically family and she treats her as such.

Aside from her intense fascination with magic, Noella struggles to find things that hold her attention. She'll flutter from one artistic pursuit to another, bouncing around, trying to find the right thing that will hold her attention and perhaps make her happy. So far, nothing has been able to thaw her heart the same way. Sculpting from ice is engaging enough that she does continue to come back to it now and then.

Aware of the circumstances of her birth, Noella is reasonably afraid that she shall never be normal. She'll never see the world as others do, or perhaps one day she'll just drop over. Not to mention, any usage of Din magic tends to have her unsettled deeply inside. Her instincts reasonably instruct her to fear it. She fears the day she is required to cast a powerful Din spell herself, will be the day she returns to death that claimed her.



The day she was born was the day she died.

Born during a blizzard, there was no easy way to get physicians, mages, or any kind of healers to their manor on the outskirts of town. Only a single maid trained as a midwife was present, but her death had already been foretold.

Noella's parents were destroyed by grief and heartbreak. A newly married noble couple, who had been looking forwards to raising a family together. The loss of their child before they could even hold her in their arms broke the two of them. And yet, they refused to accept death so quickly. In a state of total denial and desperation, her father set out, searching high and low for someone, anyone, who might be able to help them.

In the end, there was only one person capable of doing what they sought, and they made themselves known fairly quickly. A mysterious witch of unknown magic claimed to be able to revive their child, at a cost. The couple, desperate to see their child alive, accepted without hesitation. Money was no object in comparison to their firstborn child. The girl who had never gotten a chance to live.

But they didn't fully understand the dark magic they had invited into their home.

The witch who never gave a name demanded to be left alone in a room with the child, and with no other choice, they had to agree. Soon enough, soft crying echoed through the halls.

Her parents had been overjoyed, willing to give the woman nearly anything she could have wanted. And yet, she refused all rupees, gifts, and even parcels of land. The cost she had spoken of was clearly metaphorical in nature. Such was the fate of using dark magic to bring life to the long-dead.

"She will never grow comfortable in your warm embrace." She had said, walking out the door back into the snow. "May her closest ally be the touch of death, for she has already embraced its frigid claws."

Her parents eventually realized all that the witch had meant. Their new, beautiful crying baby girl, full of life as she was, was cold to the touch as if she was still dead. Heartbeat so slow it could almost be mistaken for not existing at all. And yet, real tears nearly froze on her cheeks, life had been restored, at least, mostly. Their arms nearly stung with frostbite after holding her for enough time, and yet her parents refused to give up on her, intending to do whatever it took to provide for their daughter. The girl who defied fate.

In the end, the only other person who knew of the deal they made with death was the one maid sworn to secrecy.

Growing up, Noella was very different than other children her age. From the beginning, it was clear she was a quiet child. Not out of shyness, but a cold sense of logic that had rooted in them from an early age. She would not speak unless it was important unless she required something, idle conversation was not something she ever embraced.

She did not play outside in the sun, her skin would sting in the heat as if it was thawing in the summer breeze. Long dead nerves beginning to feel, hurting and aching. And so, the girl remained inside where the world of books were her friend.

Her loving parents tried their best to raise Noella with all the love, care, and respect in the world. Giving her whatever he needed, hugging them no matter how many layers they were required to wear, and always ensuring there was plenty of cold food for them to enjoy. Their parents' love was the only thing to thaw away at their frozen heart. If not for their overwhelming love, Noella might have ended up even more emotionally cold than she is. Their sacrifices and love evident, even to the young girl.

She always swore that one day, she'd return the favor. Prove that all their effort and passion were not misplaced.

And yet, not everything was perfectly at ease in the Boreas household.

As Noella grew and began to take a deep interest in magic and the study of its properties, rumors began to spread of the ice-cold, pale child of the noble family. Silent, expressionless, cold and blunt, which many nobles interpreted as rudeness. Protecting the reputation of their child, and their own, became a constant battle.

She had to learn to play nice with the nobles, to smile, to praise, to balance a reputation. And in the end, she got quite good at manipulating them all. It was remarkably easy for her to distract them with rumors and further gossip amongst themselves and to let them dance in their fancy balls. But despite her skill in manipulation, she hated every second of it. There was no joy to be found in the endless cycle of ego.

Instead, she returned hard to her books with an even more fervent desperation. She wanted to know everything there was to know. After two decades of such desperate studies, she had begun to realize that she was more informed than many of the private tutors, teachers, and scholars hired to teach her the subjects. Most study sessions ended up being more debates on magical theory, experimentation, and fine-tuning her skills, than actual lessons.

And yet, she enjoyed it nonetheless. One of her tutors expressed that Noella might find enjoyment in being a tutor herself. The idea stuck with her, and in the end, she began to do just that. She began by teaching the children of the nobles she so scorned, hoping to inspire the same passion she held within herself.

Some of them were clearly only there because their parents demanded they learn. And yet, the few students who genuinely desired to learn genuinely changed her life. Despite how cold she was known to be, expressionless, those few students hung onto every word and she felt something new creep its way through her frozen heart.

Pride. Not for herself, but for another. She was proud of her students, proud of their progress, and filled with the desire to see them all grow further and further. And yet, she couldn't spend all the time she wanted training all of her individual pupils. They had lives to get to, and so did she, but it continued to inspire her. With all this in mind, she set to writing her own book on magical theories.

Writing her own textbook and formulating all the correct order to place the information proved more challenging than she had originally expected. She spent nearly 4 years of her life, perfecting her manuscript in between tutoring and her own studies, often having to rewrite entire pages multiple times. But in the end, she had managed to publish her book. A heavily detailed textbook, engaging multiple facets of magical talents.

While the public without any interest in magic didn't really take notice, the Hyrulean University of Magic certainly did. It wasn't long until her text was used as learning material for the students there and she had become hired on as a professor as well. At the university, Noella was able to teach so many new, bright, exciteable minds the studies of magic. She was happy.

As the years passed, more and more dangers to Hyrule's safety revealed themselves and her work took on a far more serious tone. Known for being a strict instructor, she had set to work on preparing the next generation of mages. Mages would be important to every facet of Hyrule's success and if they could master it before their foes, ever the better.