Post by ella on Oct 30, 2012 20:32:27 GMT -5
* - - ellen. roxanne. gordon. - - *
[/color] Ellen Roxanne Gordon
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Ella, Roxy
Age ;;[/color] 18
Birthday ;;[/color] October 10th
Gender ;;[/color] Female
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-God(dess)
Immortal Parent ;;[/color]
- Pax
Years at Camp ;;[/color]
- Eight
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color]
- Michelle Trachtenberg
Appearance ;;[/color] Ella’s hair is (usually) a soft, milk chocolate sort of brown. It cascades over her shoulders in curls most of the time, but has been tied into a ponytail. Her eyes are a calming, yet piercing, shade of blue that has been compared to her mother’s eyes. Ella’s not incredibly tall, but she’s not too short, either. Standing at 5’7”, she doesn’t give the air of someone frightening.
When she was younger, she had a hard time saying no to people. She was always agreeing to dress and wear what others told her to in an effort to keep things peaceful. Now that she’s older, she’s developed her own style. Her favorite outfits are the simple ones; jeans topped with a sweater or a sweatshirt and sandals or sneakers depending on what she was doing that day. Her clothes weren’t the latest trends. Instead, they were so-so clothes that weren’t really important. Ella isn’t very big. She doesn’t have many curves, nor does she have the strongest posture. She lacks muscles due to her dislike of fighting. All included, she weighs about 125 lbs.
Personality ;;[/color] When people first meet her, Ella is automatically classified as awkward. She is shy, self-conscious, stressed, loving, loyal, honest, and calming. She has trouble looking certain campers (mostly children of Mars) in the eyes and, on occasion, is known to stumble over her words. That happens, mostly, whenever she gets a headache or is nervous. She is calm and passive and has been ever since she was a baby, where she only let out a whimper whenever she needed anything. Around the people she knows and cares about, she is very much at ease and is known for working for the things (and people) she loves and needs. As a child, she was often the target of bullying. She had trouble connecting with other children, and always gave in to what they demanded of her. She tried too hard to get people to like her, which only ever backfired in her face.
Because of her shy and self-conscious manner, she often gave up whatever she was doing because someone asked her to do it. Ella liked to keep peace, and fighting never really seemed to help her with her goal. However, once she managed to make a friend, she is very sweet and extremely fun to be around. She likes to make people laugh and feel calm, often bringing upon the anxiety of her friends upon herself. Around authority, she isn’t really nervous, but she is incredibly polite and tries to draw little attention to herself. She only ever speaks if she is spoken to, and, on the offhand that she does manage to blurt something out, it is usually to support against automatically going to war or fighting amongst the crowd. The usual, though, is for her to go with the flow.
Family ;;[/color]
- Henry Allen Gordon
History ;;[/color] Ellen Gordon was born on October 10th. She was born the sole child of Henry Allen Gordon and “Serena Bonner”. She was their pride and joy, at least for a while. Her father had met “Serena Bonner” while he was visiting foreign countries in an effort to establish peace treaties. Serena Bonner had traveled with him in an effort to hear the disputes. She was swayed by his words and caught him after his presentation, asking him if he would like to look around. He was swayed by her appearance and easy, calming voice. He agreed. A couple of months later,they had been dating for a while. Henry had moved back to his home in San Francisco. He asked her to move with him. She agreed. The happy coupled moved in together with hardly any arguments between them. Anything with the potential to escalate out of hand was immediately put to rest when the two of them sat down and spoke to one another. After hours, any problem would be put to rest and the two of them would be at ease.
Three months later, he finally mustered up the courage to ask her to marry him. Stifling slightly, she sat him down and immediately began to explain to him exactly why she couldn’t do that. To his credit, Henry never got too particularly upset. He was disappointed that she hadn’t informed him, but didn’t cause a big blow out. He went to bed that night without saying something else, and, when he woke up and came downstairs a quarter to nine later, she was sitting at the kitchen with her hands in her lap. She informed him that she had bigger news; that she was pregnant and would have a kid, but that she couldn’t raise her and couldn’t, really, have much interaction with her until after she had grown up, and even then it would be minimal. Henry was resigned, but he agreed to raise their could as best he could because he was certain he would love his kid, too. But, it wasn't long after that (about 2 months) that he asked her to leave. He could raise their daughter, but he wasn't sure of he had the strength to say goodbye to her once their child came into the world.
Ellen Roxanne Gordon was quiet, baby that didn't fuss much. Half the time, Henry forgot that he had a child. He would only ever remember that she was there because she would whimper in her crib when she needed something. Despite how hard he tried, she was not spoiled. She worked hard around the house –making sure everything in her room was clean so that her nanny wouldn’t have to do it and her father wouldn’t get angry (at her nanny!). If she was good, and she normally was, her dad would take her out to get some ice cream. Her favorite thing to do was to sit in preschool, or in her daddy’s lap, and read. She had a hard time learning, but, once she got the concept, she would forget about her shy nature and talk about that subject for hours. She was just the type of little girl that most parents would wish for their children to be like. She giggled and laughed. She never made a fuss or threw a tantrum in the grocery store. She went out of her way to make sure that everyone was happy. In preschool, she never fought with the other kids (particularly the girls) over which house she could get, and she definitely didn’t boss them around to get what she wanted, much to the amusement of her father.
It wasn’t until she started to progress that she started to be bullied. Her lunches would be confiscated by the older kids. Her hair would be pulled as she walked down the halls, and her stuff would always be stolen. She got teased constantly for her nanny having to pick her up. Her mother, she had been told, had to leave the family when she was born, and her father always had to be away because of work. To her credit, she never complained. At night, she would cry into her pillow. She did everything she could to get them to like her, but it seemed like nothing she did was ever quite enough. The only joy she got out of her life was access to the extensive library her father had built up just for her to enjoy. The week before her tenth birthday, her father sat her down and finally explained to her everything that would happen. Of course, she was horrified. She cried and begged for her father not to leave her and let them take her. She was denied her request and, on her tenth birthday, the wolves came for her. She didn’t have much to travel. Her father packed her backpack light with only a couple of things she would need; some clothes and some books so that she could remember him by if ever she decided to come and visit.
Arriving at the Wolf House, she quickly realized how much she disliked violence. For two weeks, Ella struggled as she kept trying to convince her fellow Demi-gods that fighting could be avoided and everything could be settled thorough diplomatic mdans. She easily understood the other ways of Ronan life, even if she wasn't too fond of it. It took her six months before she engaged in any actual fights to prove herself. She became good with a bow and arrow and even with other long distance weapons, but wasn't much when it came to one-on-one fighting. Finally, Lupa granted her leave and a means to find her way to Camp Jupiter. It didn't take long when she arrived - although, the trip involved a series of a attacks on her and her companions (a daughter of Apollo and a son of Mars) - for her to be placed in her cohort.
At the age of 12, Ella finally proved herself worthy of being a full fledged legionnaire. (That didn't stop the teasing and the snide remarks about being Greek, much to her displeasure.) The next four years were pretty uneventful. Though she was it a good at espionage during war games, Ella didn't like to participate, so she would hide and, if she was found, she always spied on the opposite side.
Like so many others, Ella marched - albeit frightened out of her mind - with her cohort to the Battle of Orthys at the age of 16. She found herself quickly separated from them and up against one of the enemy Cyclops. The monster kept bringing his sword down upon her. She was barely fast enough to outrun him as he took huge steps to follow after her. It was then she tripped over a fellow camper, eyes wide and moving between him and the monster. Once she realized he was still alive and the Cyclops was in a frenzy, fighting became easier. Ella fired warning shots, but they went unheeded.
Ella felt strangely calm. Repositioning the arrow, she began to chant, "Leave us. You're not mad. You're not confused. You're happy to walk away. You're not mad. You're not upset." She put all she could into those words. Confused, the Cyclops turned and retreated. She kept chanting until he was gone. Falling down beside the boy, she discovered both his arms had been broken and his left leg was blood-ridden from a cut in his thigh. Together, they worked to return him to camp. After she had, Ella proceeded to head out and retrieve more campers injured and in shock.
Two years later, Ella still had nightmares, but she was able to work on her gift. She didn't like to think about the ways everything could have gone if she had discovered her gift earlier, and she had a hard time in fights where all she could imagine was friends brought down by the raging Titans. Instead, Ella focused on the peace they were experiencing. She tried to calm fights before they escalated too badly, and she was particularly good at helping those in shock.[/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Allie
Reading;;[/color] I’ve read all of them and currently own all the books.
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] About…7ish years.
Sample RP ;;[/color] Ella winced as her hand was pulled along. She followed behind everyone else, incredibly awkward in her armor. They always tried to make her go out and train, always ‘conveniently forgetting’ that she disliked it with a passion that rivaled Sol’s sun. She usually tried to go off and hide behind this or that, never really getting caught unless someone had called her out for it. She had the horrible, nasty habit of losing which ever battle she got into. Not because she couldn’t calm down her opponent into leaving her alone, but because she couldn’t bring herself to do that unless it was really, really needed. As most people considered her harmless and most wondered why she didn’t just go off and leave the camp that she obviously didn’t really belong to, she didn’t have to use it to her defense. Her friends were always getting hurt; always defending her as she selfishly ran away.
She was always a firm believer in the fact that she was an easy target. When she was younger, she was often bullied by those around her. It seemed like, after all these years at camp, nothing much had changed. Sure, she had friends here; friends that she hadn’t had while she was in elementary, but they weren’t violent. They couldn’t kill just because they hadn’t had the knowledge how to do it. Her fellow campers certainly did know, and she was reminded every time they went out to these little battles. She would probably be placed in the back and asked, although Ella wouldn’t be able to comply with the request, to defend whatever it is she would be given to defend.
Sure enough, after what seemed like ages but was really only about three hours, they were done and her side had lost, as usual. Of course, they were all angry at each other. They yelled and argued, always talking about how they could have done things differently. It didn’t take much for people to turn on her and begin to question why she never helped them. Ella blinked and, once again, wondered why Pax had made her such a pacifist. Her eyes widened and she stood there, letting them let out all their frustrations before focusing. She needed them to calm down because working themselves into a frenzy surely wouldn’t help them do anything. Her day hadn’t started off so awfully. She had managed to get a lot of things done. It wasn’t until they had decided to have this makeshift battle that it had all gone away from her. She had skill. If it was absolutely required of her, she could fight. But…she preferred not to. She was much better suited to be a diplomat. It was a trait she had received from both her parents.
“Now, tomorrow, we’re probably going to have another chance at winning.” She said, backing away from the crowd with a cheerful grin on her face. “You’re all going to preform marvelously, and I’m going to support you from away from here.”
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