Post by Saffron Ellison on Nov 23, 2012 11:15:07 GMT -5
Saffron Violette Ellison
Out of Character
Alias: Saff
Age: 13
Gender: Female
RP Experience: Five years.
How Did You Find Us?: I don’t even know anymore
Activity Level: I’m trying to focus on school, so I probably won’t be on much during the week. Weekends, however, I’ll probably be on.
Other Characters: None.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:What a flatterer.
Kate felt ready to burst with joy at these compliments Vasher was battering her with. It was impossible for her cheeks to grow any rosier, her smile to grow brighter, or her eyes to shine with a higher intensity. He certainly knew how to make a woman’s day; her self-conscious incident at the mirror was all but forgotten, as were the pangs of jealousy over her sister. This mysterious stranger was brightening not just her day, but her overall opinion of herself. She had never met him before, and yet he expressed her beauty like it was something he had admired forever, and for that she was grateful. Very grateful.
He began grumbling about the pain of have his arm sewn up, though sarcasm dripped from his words and he was grinning teasingly. She smirked in response, glad to see a playful face around. Most of the time the only people she met were boring lords or fussy ladies, not to mention the cheeky foreign ambassadors. Vasher was charismatic and interesting to talk to, and for those reasons, she already liked him.
She was stunned by the speech he made, comparing her to a sunrise and even associating the meaning of her name. Once he had finished speaking, Katrina had to truly struggle to hold back the overwhelming urge to embrace him for his wonderful words.
“Thank you, Vasher.” Kate whispered, still in awe at how high he thought of her. It was overwhelming; how someone could improve your self-consciousness so much in a single conversation.
"So Miss Katrina did I interrupt any important plans? And if not how would you like a dashing young lad with a sword as an escort to wherever you were heading to?"
“I was heading to the square. I have some…er, business to attend to.” She stuttered a bit in the middle of her formerly confident statement, not sure what to call the duty she had to that one particular person. What would you call it? It wasn’t something she dreaded, in fact she enjoyed it, but she was always obliged to it.
That was it. It wasn’t a duty. It was a necessity.
General Information
Full Name: Saffron Violette Ellison
Gender: Girl
Birthday: Febuary 10th
Age: 15
Camp Experience: Five years
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: Yes
Divine Parent: Panacea
Looks
Hair: Saffron has vibrant, scarlet hair that hangs short, just barely brushing her shoulders. Her thick ringlets bounce as she moves, and one side is often pushed haphazardly behind her ear. She claims her hair is her best feature, and takes great pride in it.
Eyes: Saffron’s eyes heavy-lidded and deep-set, but her lashes are long and the irises are an lovely shade of violet blue.
Height: 5’1
Weight: 126 pounds.
Picture: Click
Playby: Jane Levy
Dressing Style: In the summer, Saffron is constantly seen in cutoff shirts and raggedy denim shorts, outside slaving away in her garden. In winter, she loves to wear warm sweaters and jeans, along with a constant of her wardrobe; combat boots. Her boots are scuffed and dirtied, but she still wears them all the time.
General Appearance: Saffron is not a girl that stands out in a crowd. Her face is modestly pretty, with a rosebud mouth and light freckles, and she stands at a miniature 5’1. From extensive gymnastics and cross-country, she sports a toned, stout body. In all honesty, Saffron is nothing special in the appearance category.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
In short, Saffron is the world’s biggest grouch.
Not really, but she can be a real pain in the ass when she gets into one of her moods. She can switch from la-dee-da singing-as-she-works, to absolutely murderous in half a second. She sulks a lot and always has her attitude on her shoulders, ready to whip out and scald someone with. You’ll constantly see Saff muttering under her breath, whether it be to herself or someone else, which is one of the reasons quite a few people think that she’s crazy. Her glare is a pouty, cranky one, and she keeps it up to anyone and everyone, god or mortal.
She’s a snarker, that Saffron. Her wit is cutthroat and her tongue is scathing, and she keeps her true self under lock and key. She is careful not to be too sentimental, for fear her affectionate side may make an appearance. But that side of Saffron does quite often rear its comely head; whenever she is working in the infirmary. With the sick or hurt, she is gentle and never loses her cool. Her touch is tender and her voice is soothing, able to placate even the most distressed patient with her whispered assurances and soft embraces. This talent stems from her mother; however, very few people even know what a kind soul this demigod can be.
Despite her violent adoration for all things athletic, Saffron is a lazy bum. She leaves her dirty clothes and her belongings everywhere, abhors cleaning with a passion, and sleeps in all her spare time. However, she still keeps her garden. It’s not a large one, in fact it sits in all of its ugly glory behind her cabin, but it holds her beloved herbs. She knows the name of each one, and their uses, and keeps a pouch on her hip full of her own little concoctions stuffed in small vials. There are ones that ease pain, that calm the nerves, and ones that heighten the senses. Sometimes, she crafts some troublesome brews that may cause prolonged hiccups, or an annoying itch, and sells them to the Hermes campers.
Likes:
- Her cat Merrimack, or Mackie.
- Being outside in her garden.
- Healing and helping other people.
- Brooding.
- Morning jogs.
Dislikes:
- Speaking to crowds.
- Ignorant people.
- Loud noises.
- When people screw around with her garden.
- Hot dogs.
Fears:
- She will become close to someone and something will happen to them.
-The day she runs out of smart comebacks.
- Hephaestus kids.
Secrets:
- Saffron absolutely adores cotton candy.
Ambitions:
- To become Head Nurse of the infirmary. (A girl can dream, right?)
- Find someone she doesn’t hate.
Powers:
Healing – Obviously, as her mother is a goddess of healing, Saffron can heal. However, she does it in a unique way. Without her magic touch, her herbs are just that; useless plants. But she forms them into something truly wondrous, from potions and potives to offensive sprays and tablets that release putrid smoke when set off. She always smells a bit musty, with a hint of a sharp floral scent that comes from her flora.
Pain manipulation - As cool as this sounds, Saffron can only lessen or completely obliterate pain. Whenever her fingers touch a wound, a warm green light spreads through and numbs it, so she can clean it or treat it with her herbal remedies. With this power, she can also calm someone down who is hysterical or having a seizure.
Family and History
Personal History: Joshua Ellison was a young man with a love for adventure. He was a doctor, but he travelled throughout the world, treating obscure diseases with even more peculiar methods, that seemed to always work. He attracted the attention of a lady called Leah, who claimed to be the medicine woman of a small Celtic tribe, and they very quickly began a romantic relationship. It was a match made in heaven; Leah was a passionate, determined woman and Joshua was a kind-hearted dreamer. Just about seven months later, without Leah even knowing of it, she went into premature labor and a surprise baby girl was born, a little miracle considering she was two months early and her mother had not even known that she was pregnant.
Or at least that was what Joshua thought.
They dubbed their daughter Saffron for the plant that they both loved. Joshua brought his miniature family to Atlanta, Georgia, where he had grown up and where he knew he could raise his little girl well. But, not long after, Leah told him that she was not who she claimed she was. She was a goddess named Panacea, and she had to leave Saffron with him for the most part. The fact that monsters would attempt to harm his baby girl horrified Joshua, but Panacea assured him that she would protect their child with everything she had. And with that, she departed.
Most people found it hard to believe that Saffron was Joshua’s daughter. He was so quiet, so sweet, and his daughter was a fiery-haired pistol. She sashayed around like a little princess, her defiant little chin lifted high and her curls bouncing. Her father was beside her as her loyal guard, pulling her gently along by the hand and always patting her little red head. They were a peculiar pair, those two. But they were as close as a father and daughter could be.
Saffron had a green thumb from the start. She would bring little seeds into the house, and hide them in her room, nurturing them without her father’s knowing. One morning, he ventured into her closet to find a small sprout of an apple tree growing there. He placed the shrub outside, where it continues to grow even now. Panacea visited every year or so, and Saffron completely adored her. Her mother showed her all sorts of different concoctions and brews, which greatly intrigued the child. The little girl told her teachers she wanted to be a nurse when she grew up, and would dash over to any child that injured themselves, mainly the younger ones, and rock them in her arms soothingly, which almost always calmed their frantic sobs into the occasional sniffle. At recess, she would sometimes spend the time with the school nurse, peeking over her shoulder and asking about the ingredients of every little substance the poor woman used.
But this didn’t last long.
By the time she was seven years old, the darling little cherub abruptly changed into a moody, petulant girl who sat by the fence all recess, clutching her books close and glaring at whoever ventured near. Joshua had married a woman that Saffron absolutely loathed. Linnea Johnson was tall and a beach-blond, with massive red lips and lashes that brushed her cheeks as she blinked. She brought the poor man into her seductive spell, and controlled him with a slide of her too-long fingernails over his skin.
The family promptly moved to the Big Apple, into a swanky apartment that had no spacious backyard for a pre-teen daughter’s herb garden. Linnea morphed into a charming socialite, bragging on her husband’s successful career and step-daughter’s intelligence. Saffron was forced to dress in uniforms and attend a stuffy private school, while her mother directed her father in his business and purchased thousands of dollars in stock, which returned to them tenfold the amount. Miss Johnson was a calculating, clever woman, but she had no idea how to mother a child. Linnea and Saffron argued constantly, usually ending with the latter clinging desperately to her father and begging him to tell his wife to stop yelling at her.
Saffron’s grades dropped and she quickly matured, snapping at anyone who crossed her and sulking about with her eyebrows pulled down. However, it wasn’t long until her life took another dramatic twist.
Saffron was ten years old when a Cyclops attacked her school. Through only sheer luck and the help of a teacher who had a mysterious limp, the young girl escaped and made it home to a shocked Linnea and a concerned Joshua. She grabbed a utility belt that her step-mother had made her father place into the give-aways, and attached a large pouch to one side, packing it with flasks of potions, elixirs, powders, and most importantly, seeds of her precious plants. With a kiss to Joshua’s balding head and a scowl to Linnea, Saffron left home and hitched a ride with one of her teacher’s ‘friends’, who toted her all the way to Rhode Island and the safe gates of Camp Half-Blood.
Almost immediately, she chopped her glorious, waist-length curls to her chin and set to work. She planted her garden, tending to it as sweetly as a mother to her child. In all the rest of her time, she worked in the infirmary, silent and brooding except with her patients. To make absolute sure she took good care of her camp, Saffron stayed year-round, only leaving at Christmas and maybe for a week or two when there aren’t many cases. She quickly became a crucial member of the staff, and is known as one of the best nurses and herbalists in the camp. And probably the grumpiest, too.
Recently Saffron has been working round the clock with this influx of patients ailing from this mysterious disease. She barely gets any sleep, and is now even snappier than ever. Her social life has basically gone to shit; she has cut off all contact with her friends and has grown distant and droopy-eyed. With her fellow nurses, she continues to be unfailingly crabby but does show a small amount of compassion towards them, simply because she feels closer to them than your average imbecile.
Mortal Parent: Joshua Ellison, alive.
Other Family: Linnea (Johnson) Ellison, alive (unfortuneately).
And Finally...
I, SAFF, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
