Ninon Costes

Ninon 'call me ren' Costes... most might pick the tiny seventh-grader out as the runt of the litter. She is, indeed, the smallest out of her family, but I would avoid any size-demening words, if I were you. She's not very large, a scrawny 4'8, 103 pounds; but can still hold her own.

Her face is somewhat blunt, her nose stubby, mouth usually a flat line, and dull green eyes, even she thinks her features rather lacking. Her ears have recently been pierced, (refrain from telling her father, please), and she sports wild chestnut brown hair. She tends to leave it down until she gets to school, to hide her new secret from her father, pulling it into twin pigtails when she arrives.

Her style... [or perhaps most would call it lack therefore of or if a two year old was the designer] is very... childish. Her manner of dress hasn't changed drastically from fifth-grade to seventh-grade, mostly due to the fact she hasn't grown much in that span of years. She is most often seen in pastel shirts, pinks, blues, and greens inhabiting most of her wardrobe, shorts or jeans, and a maroon jumper most swear she never takes off.

Which she doesn't wear at home, actively hiding it and self-caring for it to keep her father from throwing it out...

The girl constantly sports bruises and scratches, an equal distribution of them from her love of sports, and her constant rabble-rousing. A great many of her clothes suffer from this, though Ninon has managed to get one life-science down pat: sewing, due to all the practice she has had trying to fix ripped velvet and cloth.

She walks tall, despite her height, amongst all the other students of Kadic Academy, and has a lot of spunk. Her face is usually bland, the most vivid when the girl is angry or upset. Wide or toothy smiles are very rare for the girl.

Ninon is a big personality trapped in a small body. Ninon's a good kid, she's just got a lot on her shoulders at the moment. Very angry with the world, she has something of a short-temper, and tends to get set off by the strangest of things.

She's bold, taking no indirect paths, always choosing her words precisely, and exactly. If you look fat in that dress? There's no skirting around it, Ninon would probably tell you that, yes, the dress makes you look fat. She would gladly help you find an alternative, though!

Loyalty is very important to Ninon, something she feels deprived of, and thus, hands out to those she finds worthy: and anyone she can truly consider a friend. Her wrath isn't reserved for people who make her mad, she tends to thrash out at bullies or anyone who puts down others.

Ninon wasn't always a hotheaded kid... but, a lot can change in just a few years. However, she's always been a very actions over words person, believing words to often hinder situations, and often make them either worse or more complicated.

Strong-willed, hard-headed, and big-hearted, Ninon tends to pose as an intermediary between younger kids and older kids if there's trouble. She's a bit big for her britches, but she really can't stand to see other kids picked on, for any reason... this has always stemmed off of something she picked up from her brother.

Ninon is by no means childish (save in aspects), growing up on a farm, going through her parents divorce, having seen plenty of death (we weren't dairy farmers), and being a target of discrimination as an even younger child. She has a lot more emotional growth to make up for her... lack of physical growth.

She tends to make judgements based on personality, or how she sees others interacting with each other (or towards her), for her basis of what she thinks of them. While she tries her best to not judge books by their covers, there are times where her notions get ahead of her.

Her tendencies lead her to try and find people to idolize, due to the minimal and lackluster role-models in her life. Generally the people she'll momentarily model her life after are... not the sort you want to be like. Eventually she get it, and it hurts. Yeah...

But... there are occasions where she finds people she can emulate... who aren't so bad. In fact... there are some people that have made her better, despite the world and it's harshness.

Ninon used to just... be a sort of quiet kid, who was good at history and liked to play soccer, who wouldn't stand to let others be pushed around or bullied. When she arrived at Kadic Academy during sixth-grade, her parents were going through a big divorce. The family was getting split up.

Her mom was leaving, her brother was old enough to go to college, and she was supposed to go with her dad. Worse, the farm was failing, and her father had decided to move them cross country, for better schooling and better work.

In that year, she was much more withdrawn and depressed. She was mad at her father, upset with the courts, and severely battered by life itself. She didn't participate in much that year, making sparse friends, only going to prom to appease those friends, keeping to herself.

Ninon got progressively worse as the year went on, gaining something of an... edge, sassing teachers she didn't particularly like, breaking school rules, and getting into fights. (You probably didn't hear about the one where she broke her nose trying to break someone else's!) Thankfully, the year ended before she could get herself into permanent never-ending detention.

When break occurred, and they were home for the summer, Ninon took to warping herself into more of a rebel, hoping someone might notice her. Someone might come back for her.

She started dating the boy who asked her to prom, she started looking for fights outside of school, she pierced her ears, started listening to swing, jazz, bubblegum techno, alternative rock... all sorts of crazy thirteen-year old things. (She also broke up with the boy who asked her to prom, just to clarify.)

Nothing... too crazy of course.

Her father didn't notice much, though.

Back at Kadic Academy for another year, she brings her rough and tumble attitude, sure to turn some heads. Sure, she still looks the same, but not everybody is used to the girl who throws fists over maroon jumpers.

Of course, if you knew better, you'd know you were insulting her mom.

Ninon is quite fierce and determined: she'd never back down: in a fight, in an argument, or in any situation that looked hopeless, which lends itself to her favor most days. She's used to working hard for what she wants, and doesn't give up easily. She may not be levelheaded, quick to anger and quick to fight, but at least she has the ferocity to back it up.

She's a rather excellent history student, though her prowess in other subjects is either lacking or sorely minimal. She's not a bad student, that is to say, she just can't seem to find herself invested in most of her other classes, save maybe gym and extracurricular classes.

Ninon may look like the runt of the litter, but she's actually quite strong and fast, despite her scrawny appearance. This falls back to her roots as a farmer's daughter, waking up at the crack of dawn, helping the family out, and hitting the books after all the chores were done. She's strong for her age and her body type, but she does tend to pick fights she can't win.

Ninon has an adept understanding of soccer, and enjoys playing the game as goalie. She favors all sports, and is pretty good at any game that could break out on an open field. (Save maybe golf. What do people see in that snooze-fest anyway?)

The girl is rough and tumble, she's not afraid of physical work, the threat of physical labor as punishment more of a laugh for her than other girls. She somewhat enjoys monotonous tasks, as they lend time for either thinking or not thinking... erh, depending on how you're feeling. It's a good way to cool off, or it's a good way to get thinking, is what I'm saying.

Once she 'likes' someone enough to consider them a friend, she's fiercely loyal, and won't hesitate to stand up for them, or do some brawlin' in their name. This has lost her a few friends, but others can see the worth of a friend such as her. Most of her friends are boys, it's been that way for a while... her interests sort of skirt around feminine things.

Ninon lives off campus, thank goodness (fights would be had in the dorms if she had to live with all of those airheads), which allows her to more freely roam the streets at night. Well, as freely as a girl with an over-protective father can.

Ninon can be stubborn, which, as was noted, generally works out in her favor most days. When she gets into a situation in which her block-headedness conflicts with someone else, it can be a detriment. Especially in a high-risk situation. Ninon is hot-headed after all, and turns to violence to solve most of her problems.

Ninon is not one for mincing words: she doesn't like being called on in class, she can't stand it when others try to bog her down with nonsense... and she really doesn't like speech club. Actions speak much louder than words, after all. If there's going to be smack talk, it's going to be purposeful, well-worded, and brief. A fight is not two idiots ranting back and forth. Often she'll refuse to explain herself to those with authority over her, simply getting herself into more trouble.

Severely lacking in role-models, having a rather rocky relationship with the only person in her life that would have been one, Ninon has a rather odd tendency to just choose one at random. Well, sort of. Generally it just seems like she catches a bad case of hero-worship. She'll find herself attached to someone, based on something they did, or something they said that impacts her somehow... and she'll become very attached to whoever it is.

This has been boy-bands, her history teacher, short-lived boyfriends, mixed-martial arts fighters, random historical figures... It's not exactly healthily, and often leads to heartbreak or disappointment... but... but sometimes she does find someone who gets it right.

For all she's worth, Ninon is still a young girl who's still growing physically and mentally. She's not as strong as she'd like to be, she's not as tough as she wishes she was, she can't always save the day. That hurts her a lot. She's very reckless and readily places herself in danger for the sake of others. Being that she isn't as big and as strong as her mind projects herself as, she often ends up hurt or troubled.

Ninon's got some familial issues. She'd rather not talk about how insecure it makes her to not have her mom around. She'd rather not talk about how she and her dad fight all the time. Or about feeling like her brother has abandoned her. Yeah, family's a touchy subject. She'd probably prefer no one ever meet em', or even asked about them.

The girl... is a little bit slow when it comes to technology, being farm-born and raised. She has the gist of a few things, but she's totally lost when people start talking about the latest MP3 player, or the digital ratio of their computer screens. She can work a computer for the most basic of needs, like the internet or writing programs, but the rest of it is lost on her.

Ninon's your average kid going to Kadic Academy, and the only thing she's ever had to do with Lokyo has been being stuck in the middle of XANAS attack after XANAS attack last year; and it's not like she remembers any of that.

She's pretty damn content with fighting her own battles, though. So, until a day that arrives on which she's called to fight for the good of all, and can willingly accept the responsibility, she'll probably just be a hot-tempered farmer's girl looking for a fight.

I'll leave it open to the possibility, though.

The possibility.
Also known as :: if it happens.

Ninon's Lyoko form would be very different from her normal appearance. She would appear to age, a few years older, to at least a sixteen year old. She would be 5'2, have longer hair which she would no longer pull into ponytails, and her eyes would be a startling emerald green. It would reflect the way she projects herself in the real world, a calm, much older person than she actually is.

Her clothes would take basis from her beloved maroon jumper, and her favorite color, turquoise blue. Certainly dynamic colors, it makes for an interesting splash against the background of most scenes in the world of Lyoko. She would materialize with a maneuverable maroon jumper with turquoise undershorts, long fitting robin-hood boots, feathers braided into her hair, a bandaid stuck to her nose, and knuckle dusters on her hands.

the knuckle dusters would be slightly more technological than normal ones, rounded things that pulse with electric or data energy. a very fast and psychical bruiser, Ninon would have less hit-points than than a standard entry into Lyoko, due to her fighting-style and utter disregard for her own safety. Her speed and agility would be greatly improved to make up for it.

Her ability would allow her to focus a shield on herself or another person, for a short period of time, or until the shield was shattered. By smacking her knuckle dusters together, she summons a shield.

The shields would have a limited hit-point count to them, possibly thirty or twenty: a single shot from most enemies. The shields would not be mobile, and would prevent those within them from continuing forward until the shield fell.

There are only so many places in the world where you can still find miles upon miles of rolling fields and hills, that look as if they haven't changed in centuries: all farmland and grazing pastures. Ninon Renee Costes was born in ones of these bastions of old, on a massive farm in the southern-most part of france.

She was the second baby that Marshal Costes and Renee Costes brought into the word, six years younger than her big brother, Herman Marshal Costes. The little child was well loved by her parents, a farmboy and a city slicker, who raised her on the farm as they had their son.

Ninon was taught morals, and was an active part of the chores and physical labor the farm demanded. She collected the eggs from the chickens, she helped weed the gardens, she picked the potatoes and the tomatoes when they were ready...

School was a secondary thought, admittedly, and Ninon did start her schooling a little later than her brother had, and later than most children did. After all, if she didn't want to be a farmer as life went on, she needed an education.

Home-school didn't particularly work well for Ninon, she admittedly didn't like most subjects or the books she had to go through. Her best subject was probably writing when she first started schooling, where as the others were very lacking...

Ninon's life was pretty normal, farm work, school work, playing around with the pigs and in the wide fields with other kids in the area: particularly her brother. She and he always had something of a solid, unbreakable bond, due to his sticking up for her.

She's too small for this game? No, no, she isn't. If she doesn't play, I'm not playing. We'll go find something better to do, eh, Ninon?

Her brother never allowed other to bully her, or himself, and would place her before himself. She always looked up to him, and respected him.

Life was pretty average, working hard for weeks at a time with school and farm work, going to market every once and a while, running around the city during the market with a sparse few coins in your pocket...

It wasn't always obvious that their parents were fighting, after all, the farm was a pretty big place, and Ninon didn't always stick to their land-running off to play with neighbors. The first signs of it she saw, where perhaps when she was but eight, at the dinner table...

Her mother wanted to move them, as in the family, to the city, so that the children could start going to a real school. The farm wasn't doing as well as it had been, and she was getting worried. They lived off the land, but winter had been hard. Things would get worse.

Her father thought things would get better. That the city wasn't a place for a simple person like him, and that the kids (who had visited the city but never stayed more than an afternoon) would experience too much culture shock if they started living in the city and going to public school. That he didn't want to expose them to that kind of shock.

While the arguments started to burst out, Herman decided that he and Ninon didn't need to stay to hear it, and pulled her away from the table.

Over the years, things did get worse. The farm started to fail, and money was tight. Her parents got a divorce, and her father ended up selling the farm. Her brother decided to go to college, far away from the family, fending for himself and paying for school himself. The courts were left to decide whom Ninon had to stay with.

Her father won the court over, somehow.

Ninon, age twelve, found herself enrolled at Kadic Academy, and for a whole year suffered from that initial culture shock, depressed and downtrodden that her family was no longer whole. She began to resent her father and the situation they were in.

There wasn't a whole lot she could do, though.

So, here she is now, a rough and tumble girl, from the most humble parts of france, angry with the world, and ready for a fight.