Post by Nicolette Bontecou on Dec 23, 2009 9:56:03 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Nicolette Bontecou
Also Known As: Nicky
Age:17
Height:5'2"
Weight:112 lbs
Blood Type:AB Negative
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Straight
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Red
Ethnicity: French
Nationality: Resides in the United States now, though
unclear if she will remain here or not.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:Reading, playing piano, researching
Talents:playing piano, art, literature, history, philosophy
Favorite things:art, literature, piano, running
Sports/ClubsNone
Misc.:None
Mental Information
Personality:A soft laugh, a gentle smile that lights up the room. These are traits that best define Nicolette. Though beneath it all, lies something more sinister and dark. Something hidden between the calm surface she puts forth toward those around her. This young woman can put on a smile and turn up the charm, all for the sake of blending in with the other kids. Attachments are not something that come easily to her. Be it her desire to lock herself away from the rest of the world, and to never let another close to her, or bit it her own personal choice. Either way, she is alone, her days full of darkness even as the sun shines down upon her. Cold, always so very cold as she makes her way through this life. Nothing left in her to give to this world or the people that inhabit it.
Mentality:Smart and fun to be around, it is all a ruse. Something to fool the masses into believing that they girl they stand with is just like the rest of them. But her heart is frozen in another time and place. A time when things were happier and the world did not seem like such a desolate and barren waste land of pain and suffering. Even though she can present the warmth that others seek from her when standing face to face with them, inside, she is broken and numb. Nothing gets in, and though it may seem it at times, nothing gets out. Emotions having long since escaped her grasp. She feels no remorse, no sorrrow, no happiness, no love. The only emotion that flows through her veins is pain. A beautiful seductress that has lured her in and refuses to allow her reprieve from her sentence. A lifetime of pain and emptiness.
Ideal:"Un jour la douleur me consommera et je ne serai plus.
Belief:"Le plateau est un endroit froid et je me suis intégré tout à fait."
Physical Information
Build:Petite and trim
Defining Marks: birthmark on the upper portion of her right
thigh, just below the curve of her bottom.
Description: With deep green eyes and fiery red hair, Nicolette is quite the beautiful girl. Yet there is always something there, in her gaze lurking, waiting to be strike. Yet it remains unclear exactly what that something is. Her body is trim and fit, from years of being raised to eat properly and exercise just to make sure she did not put on the extra 5 pounds her mother so despised. She is always dressed in a neat and tidy fashion. Quite the beauty to behold to most, though if they knew what laid beneath the surface most would stay away.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:The most Nicolette can be found wearing upon her head is the occassional hat or hair tie. Nothing more is typically placed there.
Shirts:A variety of blouses, and t-shirts. Occassionally she may adorn a tank top or something of that fashion.
Pants:Typically she wears blue jeans, though slacks or other such garments have been worn in the past.
Shoes:It is every changing as to what type of shoes she wears.
Misc: She always carries about her wrist a silver charm bracelet given to her by her true love the week before he was taken from this world. It is her most prized possession and she treasures it deeply.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style:It is a mix really. She has taken to fighting only recently, and though she does not enjoy the act she does not feel that she incapable of preforming it.
Years Practiced:One year would be the appropriate response, given that it was only after the death of her love that she began fighting.
Description of style: As stated previously, it is a mixture of styles and forms. She has never had official training and therefore to place a title upon her style would be inaccurate. No, she is her own fighter, and that is all there is to it. She perhaps will take the time to develop her ability into something a bit more, refined, but for the time being, she is content with the way she handles herself.
History Information
History:Born in the city of Lons-le-Saunier, France; Nicolette is the daughter of a very wealthy family. They made their fortune in the manufacturing of wine as so many others have done. Her Father’s business often kept him away from home, and though he provided for his family, his absence had a deep impact on his only daughter. She was left to be raised by her mother, who, with all the best intentions tried to make the girl into the proper French lady.
It was always schooling, or piano practice, or something to better herself. She did not get to have the freedom that her brother often enjoyed. She was sheltered, and though she saw the reason, she often felt like her home was a prison. One with iron bars she could not escape from no matter how hard she tried.
Then he came along. A young man by the name of Jaquies Borduex. He had taken up employment upon her families land and from the first day they met, their had been fire burning between them. He was 22, she only 15, but they could not deny that which they felt every time they came close to one another. They tried, and failed for many months, but in the end, she found herself lost in his arms and the feel of his touch. Never had she thought she could be so happy, and then, on her 16th birthday, he proposed.
She was alit with joy and happiness, though when he offered to speak with her father she had told him no. She feared for his safety, knowing her Father dealt in things that were not exactly on the up and up. But Jaquies had insisted, stating she was too proper a lady to be thrown into marriage without the proper respect due.
So, late one evening, he came to their door, wishing to speak with the Lord of the manor. When her Father had found out that this man had been with his daughter, he had lost what control he had on his sanity. Yelling had broken out, and Nicolette had tried to get to her love. Tried to stop the violence that was quickly unfolding.
Reaching him, he had wrapped her in his arms and tried to whisk her out the door, but then a gunshot had rung out and he had fallen. Blood seeping through his white dress shirt and onto the hardwood floor. With tears streaming down her face she had knelt beside him, her hand coming to rest upon his own as she begged him not to leave her.
But in the end, only one thing had been spoken as he lifted up her hand to show her the bracelet he had given her not but a week prior.
“Je vous aime ma princesse. Ne criez s'il vous plaît pour moi ou personne d'autre. Ne permettez-eux jamais de vous faire mal. Jamais.”
His last breath had spilled from him, and something inside her had shut down, lost to the world forever. No more happiness would ever fill this young girl’s heart. Nothing but pain would forever flow through the veins of this young girl.
Her family would then pack up, moving them to the states where they felt they could get away from that which her Father had done. But Nicolette will never forget, never forgive. Her love for him was eternal, her hate for the rest of the world shall last just as long.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Her homestead is her families estate here in the states. It is large and expansive, yet it holds a "homey" feel to it. It was a gift from her uncle, who had purchased the home during his stay here in the United States.
Roommates: Her Mother, her Father, and her brother.
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
