Post by tsarashi on Jun 5, 2011 20:08:19 GMT -6
::Nickolette Zuboff::
Type: Original
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crushes: -N/A-
Face Claim: (None, self-drawn)
Appearance:At seventeen years old Nickolette Zuboff stands five feet and four inches tall. Although this is a relatively average height for a girl her age her low weight, ninety-eight pounds, makes her appear smaller since she has small hands and feet. Never, though, has she been mistaken as any younger than she is, if anything people tend to suspect that she is a year or so older. This is because she has the high cheekbones and sharp jaw line of a mature young lady.
Nickolette has always been considered a beauty ever since she was born. Her handmaids were always going on about how long and soft her pale brown hair was as they would comb it and adorn it with ribbons. For as long as she could remember her bangs were always long on the left side and cut out on the right, no one had wanted to cut her left bangs since they naturally fell to frame her face. The boys in the kitchen were always complimenting her bright blue eyes whenever she went down for a snack, saying they were as deep as oceans for the reward of seeing her smile. Her pale skin was both admired and abhorred by her mother who loved the complexion, but hated that it meant that her daughter spent little time outside. And lastly her father would always rub his finger over a beauty mark on her neck ‘for luck’ whenever they parted for a decent amount of time because he claimed that the mark was the kiss of the angel that keeps Nickolette safe.
During the day at school Nickolette wears the required uniform yellow dress that all of the other girls wear. The sleeves are snug on her too thin arms and the shoulders puff out just enough to keep her from feeling restrained. The waist of the dress is tailored made to fit snugly around her small waist and the crinoline that she wears under the skirt makes it look as though she has curves, even though she is shaped more like a twig than an hourglass. The top does nothing to account for her lack of chest, but that has never been a big issue since she has more important things to worry about besides her AA-cup chest.
When Nickolette is not in school she will wear simple things such as a designer tee shirt and jeans or a skirt. The shirts, which are usually solid colors, are always loose on her and lift with the wind. She has never been big on wearing jewelry, but she’s not opposed to it if it is light and compliments the outfit. Usually Nickolette only gets completely dressed up for balls and banquets which she will wear full formal gowns to and expensive, heavy jewelry.
Personality:
All her life Nickolette had been trained to be a calm, submissive child. She made sure to be a kind, eloquent lady from a young age to please her parents and maids. She always listened to people when they spoke and did things that were asked of her. She was soft spoken and shy around strangers and usually hid in her room until they left. She was the personification of everything that was proper. But soon she grew to learn that on the inside she didn’t want to be that person. Behind closed doors she was curious and excitable which often caused her body to grow weak and she would be bedridden.
As she grew older she learned to curb her appetite for excitement, but she would never be able to get out of the habit of playing with her brother and sister in the courtyard when she was able to sneak out. She would yearn for new scenery and eventually she grew to be wistful and longing as she gazed out her window and she would spend hours daydreaming of places she had never been and things she had never seen. In her spare time Nickolette’s curiosity would take over and she would research people, learn about the people who her parents interacted with in their spare time and through business deals, which in a way would give her a leg up in the future. Nickolette loved all things having to do with romanticism and she would often be found lost in paintings or music.
Once Nickolette broke out of the prison that was her home she broke out of her shell as well, though not by much. Her curiosity has only grown now that she is able to see new things and meet new people, though she is still reserved and too herself most of the time. She is never outlandish or outspoken, but she will tell people things straight forward. Her smiles were always calm and inviting, but at times they carried the hint of a smirk that came with the knowledge that she knew about other people, but they knew nothing about her. That secret air was something that she clung to since it gave her something to look forward to whenever she met someone new.
Even though she is always diplomatic and proper; calm and reserved. Even though she speaks when spoken too and addresses others with the correct amount of respect. Even though she is accepting and kind she still greatly longs to do the things that she knows that she will never be able to do due to her heart condition. She still wishes to climb a mountain, to go to theme parks or even to go jogging in the park. And maybe if she is finally able to get the correct medical treatment she will be able to. But until then she will watch from afar and speak politics with people she knows but who do not know her.
History:
Nickolette entered the world seventeen years ago in Moscow, Russia to Lady Larisa Romanova, a distant relative of Duchess Elizabeth, and Anatoly Zuboff as heiress of her mother’s small fortune and her father’s company. Or at least she would have been if she hadn’t been born a very sickly child. Her mother’s pregnancy was difficult and Nickolette was diagnosed with familial dilated cardiomyopathy (An enlarged heart) directly after birth as well as congenital sideroblastic anemia, a blood disorder that was never able to be treated since she was too weak for a bone marrow transplant. The doctor told her parents that she wouldn’t have very long to live, perhaps a year at most. Upon hearing the news the Zuboff’s selfishly told the media that their child was stillborn, to save themselves the greater pity and grievances that come with losing a toddler, and moved to the countryside to live out Nickolette’s short life.
Much to everyone’s surprise though Nickolette’s life did not prematurely expire, and since they had already pronounced her dead they were forced to raise her as their cousin’s daughter. Either that or face the embarrassment of admitting that they had made a mistake. Also since her health was still frail they were afraid that she could pass away at any time, which would make making her presence known almost a waste of time, or so they thought. So for the past many years she has been raised in secret by doctors and handmaids who were sworn to silence by the threat of deportation. Even her two younger siblings, Samuil, the family’s named heir who was born four years after her, and Natalya, the youngest born two years after Samuil, were told to always keep her presence unknown else they would be disowned.
Growing up like that though made Nickolette a very curious child and she would often push herself to exertion. She often wondered what it was like outside the gates of the manor and in the real world. She was taught to be a lady, but for what if she was never to attend a ball? She had a tiara sitting on her armoire in a snuff box that was given to her to signify her royal blood, but what good was it if she hadn’t a person to wear it for? People often treated her as porcelain, but she knew her limits; she wasn’t that frail.
Eventually Nickolette became sick of hiding, sick of her parents beating around the bush when she asked to go into town. And at sixteen years of age the little princess began to watch her parent’s mail. They were constantly being invited to parties and events overseas and they were not able to attend them all. So on a cool fall night in September Nickolette swiped a few particularly interesting invitations, one of which already holding a ticket, and the next thing she knew she was on the first flight to Japan. Why her parents had a passport made for her she would never know. While there she attended parties and balls in her parent’s stead, though hardly ever giving out her true name. It was at one of these balls that she met a person who attended Ouran academy and her curiosity was peeked. Now wouldn’t it be fun to go to an actual school like she saw on television? Definitely.
Shortly after that her parents discovered her location and demanded that she come home to Russia. When she refused they were appalled, having never seen her deny their wishes. But alas she had tasted freedom. In the end they allowed her to continue staying in Japan and even enrolled her in the school of her choosing. They felt it was only acceptable to allow her to do as she pleased now that she was old enough and it was impossible to tell how long she had yet to live, as long as she didn’t stain their family name. And the best thing? She hadn’t had more than three heart attacks while she was there. Fainting spells were plentiful, but that was to be expected, but all in all her health was looking better than ever. Or perhaps that was just the adrenaline talking.
Controller's Information
Nickname:Tsarashi
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Seen the Anime?: Yes
How Did You Find Us?: Google
Sample RP:Today was not just another day for Nickolette Zuboff. Today was a day that would forever change the rest of her life. This was the day when she would go to an educational institution for the first time in her sheltered life; the first time that she would ever be in a room with so many other people her own age. After living her entire life practically locked up in her family’s estate and being homeschooled this was a grand leap for her into society. Sure, she had been living in Japan for a few weeks now, entertaining herself in organization parties and balls under her parents’ name, but that was nothing compared to this social experience that she was about to face.
It was already well over half way into the school year, but her father was still able to enroll her into classes and she passed her entrance exam with flying colors. Apparently having little to do all day other than research did wonders on your education. But nothing could prepare her for the grand stature of the school itself, or the mass of people leisurely entering said building all dressed in matching uniforms. The same uniform which she was also wearing. The uniform which she loved from the moment she laid eyes on it. Sure it was a little but snug, but it meant conformity. It meant that she was finally a part of something greater than herself.
With a small grin on her face that looked stronger than she felt Nickolette waved over her shoulder to Viktor, her driver, and slowly began to make her way into the school courtyard. People looked at her, instantly recognizing her as an outsider. But regardless the brunette held her head high and continued forward. They might not know her, but she could recognize a few of their faces as the children of company owners or high investors. She knew these people. At least, she knew a good number of them, and that made this walk of scrutiny easier to bear. Besides, they would know her soon enough. At least, they would know her name. Even she was not allowed to divulge her true identity.
After a long trek that felt like miles under her small, non-calloused feet Nickolette finally found herself in front of the door that she needed. She closed her eyes to see the map of the school which she was given to memorize before opening them to look up at the sign which she was standing underneath. 1A. This was it. This room would not become her sanctuary for the next two months until school would let out. She gathered her breath and held herself as dignified as she could as she slowly opened the door and made her way into the class room. The first class room that she had ever been in.
Nickolette looked strong and healthy as she walked into the room and up to the teacher to introduce herself. If anybody looked at her they wouldn’t be able to see the sickly girl that she was hiding, the weak heart within her chest. They only saw a dignified young lady with dainty features, long light brown hair and pale skin. Maybe if they looked close enough they would see her eyes which were filled to the brim with amusement and determination. But never would they see the person she was forced to be her entire life. She wanted to keep that to herself, which was why she was thankful to know that gym classes were optional at this school.
After all the other students were seated the pale foreigner was told to stand at the front of the class for everyone to see so that she could introduce herself properly. Bow She thought to herself as she curtsied lightly. Smile Her smile was soft and inviting. And then she spoke. “Hello, my name is Nickolette Zuboff and I am a new student here. Please regard me kindly.” The words fell gently from her mouth in the foreign tongue that was thickly saturated with her Russian accent. None of the students looked at her in any ill manor so she had taken that as a sign that she had done well. When she was finished the teacher had instructed her to sit two seats behind the blond boy who she knew to be the son of the academy principal.
She hadn’t spoken to that boy much that year; in fact she was more engrossed with her studies and fitting in. But of course, that was all four months ago. Now here she was, standing before the new door which would be her new haven this school year. Room 2A.
Notes: I know that there is a lot of switching between tenses in this bio, but that is intentional, since there is a big difference in ‘before going to Japan’ and ‘after going to Japan’ that I needed to touch on. I truly hope that you do not mind it, since I’ve been working on her for a while and there has been a lot of research put in towards her diseases.
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