RIPELLEON, Zirconium Nanna

[pellinore]

...Zirconium Nanna Ripelleon*
*"It is a marvel," said King Pellinore, "that he will not have ado with me."*

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...basics*

name Zirconium Nanna Ripelleon
nickname None – Seriously, there really aren’t any good nicknames for Zirconium…
age 16
gender Female
grade Sophomore in High School
hometown New York, New York
sexuality Straight
personification King Pellinore!
status Dormant
face claim Emma Watson

...appearance*

hair color Black
eye color Green
build Small and thin
height 5’5”
clothing style Zirconium used to wear colorful clothing, and she never exactly decided to start wearing only black, but her wardrobe consists of mostly gray and black. She wears a lot of sweaters and long sleeves – when people ask why she doesn’t wear t-shirts she tells them that she’s always cold, because she’s anemic, but really she just doesn’t want anyone to see the scars on her wrist…
distinctive traits Zirconium leaves her hair long and natural, and rarely puts it up. She tends to wear heavy foundation, because she doesn’t like her skin, but she never wears eyeliner or eyeshadow – just mascara. When she glances at herself in a mirror, Zirconium sometimes thinks she is pretty, but then she looks harder and comes to the conclusion that her chin is too small, her eyebrows are too long, her nose is too wide, and she is just ugly in general, even though people tell her otherwise.

...personal*
personality Always the quiet one, Zirconium often keeps her thoughts to herself. There are a lot of people she hates, and a lot of people she likes, but from how she acts, one would think that she just likes everyone. She’s never mean, and is always the first one to smile at someone in passing, or to say ‘hi’ to the girl sitting alone at a table. It’s all a front, though. It’s rare that she feels genuinely happy.

People think of her as the nice one, the calm, mellow one, the one who would never say anything mean or get in trouble. But sometimes she wishes that she was the one who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to anyone, because God knows she has a lot to say. And she doesn’t even know WHY she isn’t mean to people – she knows she can be mean when she wants to, but somehow she never ends up saying anything bad about anyone at school. There are definitely times when she could yell at someone in a situation, but she just sits there and smiles, always serene.

But it’s not like she hates everybody, just that there are things she hates about everybody. For example, even if she likes someone, she hates the part of them that doesn’t like her enough. And then some people, she just plain hates. But again, she would never say anything to any of them, unless they were openly mean to her, which nobody ever is, because she’s so nice all the time.

She's glad people are always relatively friendly to her, because she's always been a bit insecure. Zirconium was born deaf in one ear, so she has trouble hearing people and often ends up having to ask them to repeat themselves when she's having a conversation with someone. It always makes her feel a bit awkward, especially when she's talking to someone who doesn't know about her hearing problem- and she knows that it tends to make other people feel uncomfortable when she has to ask "What?" several times.

past Growing up, Zirconium was never particularly unhappy. Her family was fairly well off, with her mother working part time in an art gallery on the West Side. Her dad had his own psychotherapy practice a few blocks down from their apartment, and worked long hours to make enough money to keep them all living comfortably. But despite their relatively normal jobs, her parents were very eccentric. She was named after a transition metal and a Norse goddess of death. People often made fun of her name, or had trouble pronouncing it – her little brother had never even been able to say her name until he was six. When she was ten, Zirconium asked her parents if she could change her name, and they said that she could, but were obviously disappointed. Apparently, her mother and father had met each other at a lecture at some college about Zirconium and its usefulness as a superconductor. She wasn’t really sure of the specifics, but she didn’t want to hurt their feelings, so she kept her name. But she really had no idea about the whole Norse goddess thing.

Her two younger brothers were both given normal names, which Zirconium resented. Jack and Edwin – she wasn’t sure how somebody capable of naming their child Zirconium was also capable of naming children such nondescript names as Jack and Edwin. They made fun of her for her name sometimes, which made her always a bit annoyed when she was at home. She fought with them a lot, and sometimes just holed up in her room and didn’t talk to anyone in her family.

Near the end of her freshman year, one of her little brothers died of leukemia. It came as a big shock to the whole family – he was diagnosed only a week before he died. After his death, Zirconium didn’t go to school for about a month. Most of the time she was home, she sat in her room and drew pictures, or looked out the window. She had always fought with both of her brothers, but she really did love them and when one died, she truly believed she would never be happy again.

Eventually, her parents pushed her to go back to school. Her friends all seemed to have forgotten about her. Sure, they talked to her, but only when they ended up sitting next to each other in class, or were the only ones walking through a hallway. She felt ignored, like while she was gone they had all become closer and didn’t care about her anymore.

When summer came, she spent it at her grandparent’s house in Connecticut, riding their old horse and sitting in her room drawing, accumulating so many sketches and doodles that she brought back enough to fully cover two walls of her bedroom in New York. Over the summer, she didn’t talk to any of her friends much, and when she went back to school she didn’t really have any classes with them. She would go on facebook and see pictures of all of them hanging out together, and it would give her some strange pang of sadness in her stomach. She barely talked to them anymore. In fact, she barely talked to anyone anymore. She spent her days sitting home alone thinking and wondering about things, and trying to focus on studying, since her grades had never been very good.

present Zirconium isn’t stupid, and she isn’t suicidal. She’s just lonely and unhappy, but she goes through every day at school with a smile on her face, trying to be friendly to the people that she hates most. She tried cutting herself, but it ended up making her feel just horrible about herself. She'd wanted to try drugs, but hadn't known how to get them. She couldn't just shove her way into some random group of potheads.

She got over a lot of that, though. Zirconium decided to try and focus on her schoolwork, and start actually talking to her friends. She does alright in school, mostly Bs, a few Cs. She works hard and turns in all her work, she just can't seem to understand it all. Her favorite class is history, just because she likes learning things. Not that she remembers all of it, but it's fun to learn while she's learning. Being deaf in one ear sometimes makes it hard for her to hear the teacher, but she never says anything. She always gets the notes from one of her friends.

family
Father – Mark Ripelleon
Mother – Jeanette Ripelleon
Brothers
– Jack Ripelleon
-Edwin Ripelleon (deceased)
likes
-Being genuinely happy
-Riding horses, even though she’s not very good at it
-Scavenger hunts
-Her cat, Beast, who is always running away
-Central Park
-Museums
dislikes
-Losing things
-Being ignored
- Being with her family
-When people think they’re better than her
-Being quiet
-When people call her “the quiet one”
other notes All Zirconium really wants is for people to like her, and she feels like right now, she’s just searching for the people that really do.

...literature*

book title The Once and Future King
backstory Arthur finds King Pellinore clumsily blundering through a forest, and finds out that King Pellinore is on a lifelong hunt for the Questing Beast. The Pellinore family has been burdened with this quest forever, but King Pellinore seems to be the closest to accomplishing his goal. When he is persuaded to stop his hunt for the Questing Beast, it becomes lonely and pines for attention from Pellinore, so he nurses it back to health. Pellinore is not a very intelligent or particularly gallant knight, but he is good hearted and eventually becomes a knight of the Round Table and a friend of Arthur’s.

...roleplayer*

name Patricia
age 15
gender Female
rp experience Quite a bit
how you found ouac Psh, I used to live on this site
rp sample Flicking the smoldering joint hanging from his lips, Abel leaned back against the wall of a nearby building. With the finished joints sitting safely behind his box, out of sight of the random passerby, and no flowers in sight, he was calm. He sat back and surveyed the scene, enjoying this one moment of – WHO THE HELL WAS THAT WALKING TOWARDS HIM!? He sat up, back straight. There was some kid – DAMN CHILDREN – walking towards him in such a strange way, it made Abel burst out in hysterical laughter. The boy looked like he was waddling, like a fucking penguin, because he had his trousers down almost to his knees. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid child. Trousers are to be worn around the waist, even Abel knew that.

“SIR, WHEREFORE ART THOU HOLDING YOUR TROUSERS ABOUT THY KNEES?” Abel giggled, mocking an English accent. Those stupid English people, always trying to sound sillier than everyone else. WELL, THEY WEREN’T. THEY WEREN’T SILLIER. NOT EVERYTHING HAD TO BE A CONTEST, DIDN’T THEY KNOW? Ha. They probably didn’t know. Nobody knew anything. God, he hated people. People were just so damn strange; everybody walked around holding little boxes with handles, wearing those stupid ribbons around their necks, and NOBODY understood that flowers were evil. He flicked his joint again. EVIL.

Abel looked back up at the waddling boy, raising his eyebrows and scrunching his nose, trying to scare the boy away. Who the hell did he think he was, approaching him like that? Why didn’t he realize that no one was allowed to talk to Abel? He waved his arms and opened his mouth in a silent scream, making bizarre arm gestures and trying to frighten the boy. WHY WASN’T HE TAKING THE HINT? Stupid boy, his thick ropes of hair were probably blocking the mental messages of foreboding and evil Abel was trying to send him.

[BECKET]