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Mar. 2nd, 2014 12:33 amPLAYER
Name: Carley
Previous Characters: Melinda Blackburn, Noah Miller
CHARACTER
Name: Elphaba Thropp
Canon: Wicked
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: daughter of Trivia
Demigod abilities: She has decently strong use of magic for her age and level of training, but not uncommonly so. Plus all the standard stuff.
Personality: Fortunately, the early lack of socialization didn't destroy Elphaba too much, although she's still a little awkward with other people and prefers to either be alone or have a task everyone is focusing on. It doesn't help that plenty of her fellow demigods and Camp Jupiter residents have been less than kind about her skin color. Despite living in camp for years and then being homeless for awhile, Elphaba doesn't really get along with the outdoors. She was an indoor child and she hates to be dirty or wet.
As much as you wouldn't think so, given every other aspect of her personality, Elphaba still, on some level, believes in the system. She believes that eventually bad people face consequences, good people are rewarded, and the world comes out more or less fair. Therefore, if she's just good enough, she'll get what she wants. If she hasn't gotten what she wants, she'll tell herself she just hasn't worked hard enough yet. This gives her a determination and bullheadedness that's hard to match. Elphaba has pretty good self-esteem and confidence in her own abilities, largely as a "fuck you" reaction to all the forces in her life that have wanted her not to, although having sympathetic caretakers in her childhood helped. People like her au pair and tutor loved her, green skin and all, and tried their hardest to make sure Elphaba knew she was still worthy and valuable despite not looking like anyone else. She'll probably never believe that she's beautiful, but she has other things going for her.
Elphaba is more reactive than proactive. Things tend to happen to her more than she makes them happen at this stage, mostly because she doesn't tend to think forward very far. She'll just steal a caged lion cub without a plan or any consideration for where she's going to take it or what she'll do when she gets there. She's heavy on the passion, though, and prone to throwing all that passion behind her resentment of a world she feels victimized by. It ain't that easy being green, after all. As she matures, she will gain insight and start to take control of her own destiny, but that hasn't happened yet.
At the end of the day, all Elphaba wants is a place in the world. She's rarely felt wanted by anyone that mattered, and feels no one pays attention to her as a person so much as a sideshow. She's too intense and serious to just go along with it and be entertaining, and not powerful or strong enough to control anyone with fear...yet. Decent self-esteem combined with this feeling of displacement makes Elphaba one of the more ambitious and hardworking people you will ever meet. She fully intends to have you all working for her one day.
Currently, Elphaba is in pretty bad shape. She's been only just barely surviving in the intervening months since Camp Jupiter was destroyed. She discovered that panhandling was actually a pretty reliable source of money if she could look mean enough to discourage old ladies who wanted to take her home, but she wasn't out to make money, and it burned her pride to do so, occasionally choosing to go hungry instead. She's arriving at camp undernourished, out of shape, angry, ashamed, lonely, and frustrated. A few people tried to befriend her but she rebuffed them all, and it burns her that she wasn't able to make it, that she has to run back to safety. She'll probably be even more prickly than usual (which is a feat) for a couple more weeks.
AU History: So, when you're governor of Pennsylvania, what's the last thing you need? "A green baby showing up" wouldn't even occur to most people, but when you're Rex Thropp and it actually happens, it quickly jumps to the very top of the list.
Elena wasn't even that surprised that her husband had screwed some woman who foisted the baby off on them (she was no angel herself), she just didn't know what to do with a child that was inexplicably but undeniably green. She ended up cloistered away with Elphaba most of the time, stepping far and abruptly out of the public eye. When Elphaba was three they finally hired an au pair and some other staff (a bodyguard and housekeeper, then later a tutor), setting Elphaba up with a little household in as rural an area as they could find, with literally every silencing tactic they could think of applied to the staff short of cutting out their tongues. Elena had finally had her own child, and mostly just seemed glad that she wasn't obligated to deal with Elphaba anymore.
Elphaba was kept inside and only allowed out on Halloween, when green skin wasn't so suspicious, but it only took a couple of years for Elphie to start sneaking out. The house was isolated, but not isolated enough, and she eventually figured out how to get to other kids before she was found. As is common with small children, they really didn't care about the green, and Elphaba was able to play and socialize a little for the first time. Realizing that she would not be contained indefinitely and that it was probably bad for her anyway, her caretakers started using makeup on her and taking her out more, finding playdates for her and dropping references to her skin condition, in case the makeup ever smeared off (which it did, regularly -- Elphie was a very serious, quiet child on her own, but she played rough when you put her with others).
When she was eleven, Elphaba fell asleep and woke up outside Lupa's cabin. She was deeply, utterly, painfully confused, but once she was judged worthy things were explained to her, and she accepted it without too much question. She was obviously different somehow, being green and all, although even past that there was plenty more about her that just didn't seem quite normal. She was determined to earn her place here, that her skin didn't mean anything, hoping that maybe if she impressed enough people her mother would come care for her, or maybe someone would turn her a normal color. The legend these days goes that she made it into the First Cohort on sheer willpower and moxie.
Some part of her expected getting into the First Cohort to fix everything, but it didn't. Respecting her to her face didn't mean everyone respected her in reality, and within the Cohort she felt like she was treated like the bottom rung. So it became her ambition to meet her mother, and to be raised up as some kind ofmagic grand vizier assistant or agent or earthly liaison or something, something that would make her just as impressive and famous as Hercules or Remus and Romulus. No one would care about her skin then.
When Camp Jupiter fell, Elphaba saw an opportunity. She was working as hard as she could and felt like she wasn't getting anywhere, so instead of making her way to Camp Halfblood, she tried to make it on her own. She bought some heavy makeup and gloves, ignoring the jokes about how it wasn't Halloween yet, and started looking for something to do that might get her mother's attention -- her real mother, since she did get in contact with her father and stepmother only to be met with pretty resounding indifference. In fact, that's what she was met with from pretty much everyone and everything. A teenager bundled up from head to toe with a not-quite-right skin tone panhandling for money on a street corner so she can eat is not exactly the stuff of epic poetry, not even when she occasionally has to fight off a monster. So about three weeks ago she gave up and snuck onto a train going to New York. She arrived at Camp Halfblood in pretty bad condition both mentally and physically, and is still just working to get back in shape.
Counselor: Natalie Goodman (kind of?), member of the First Cohort
SAMPLES
Iris Message: [There have been whispers since she got to Camp Halfblood, and Elphie is not happy about it. But she's not exactly one to hide in her bunk and cry about it. To be fair, it's mostly been the younger kids, people her age and up seem a little more mature about it. Although some of them can't seem to help but stare.]
If you have something to say, say it to me. Don't whisper behind my back at dinner. I can still hear you.
No, I am not seasick. No, I haven't eaten too much broccoli. Yes, I have always been green. No, I am not an alien.
Now SHUT. UP.
Third Person Log: Elphaba had never found it particularly hard to keep up with training. She just applied sheer determination and while she didn't really excel compared to anyone else, she didn't lag behind, either. Average would be the term. And average for a demigod was pretty damn good, as far as she was concerned, and besides, she was more interested in magic. But it had been eight months since she'd picked up a sword with any regularity, and she felt like she was fighting just to stand up.
She kept hold of her shield and sword as she stood trying to catch her breath, but just barely. Her arms and legs were shaking, her throat was raw from taking gasps of freezing air, and as much as she hated to admit it she was hungry and tired and weak. She wasn't sure how much longer she could train today without just passing out in a dead faint. But the idea that she'd gotten ahead of herself and wasn't ready to be back in regular training rankled badly and she lifted her sword, trying to hold it steady. She was just not physically capable though, and the blade shook as her arm screamed at her to give up.
Name: Carley
Previous Characters: Melinda Blackburn, Noah Miller
CHARACTER
Name: Elphaba Thropp
Canon: Wicked
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: daughter of Trivia
Demigod abilities: She has decently strong use of magic for her age and level of training, but not uncommonly so. Plus all the standard stuff.
Personality: Fortunately, the early lack of socialization didn't destroy Elphaba too much, although she's still a little awkward with other people and prefers to either be alone or have a task everyone is focusing on. It doesn't help that plenty of her fellow demigods and Camp Jupiter residents have been less than kind about her skin color. Despite living in camp for years and then being homeless for awhile, Elphaba doesn't really get along with the outdoors. She was an indoor child and she hates to be dirty or wet.
As much as you wouldn't think so, given every other aspect of her personality, Elphaba still, on some level, believes in the system. She believes that eventually bad people face consequences, good people are rewarded, and the world comes out more or less fair. Therefore, if she's just good enough, she'll get what she wants. If she hasn't gotten what she wants, she'll tell herself she just hasn't worked hard enough yet. This gives her a determination and bullheadedness that's hard to match. Elphaba has pretty good self-esteem and confidence in her own abilities, largely as a "fuck you" reaction to all the forces in her life that have wanted her not to, although having sympathetic caretakers in her childhood helped. People like her au pair and tutor loved her, green skin and all, and tried their hardest to make sure Elphaba knew she was still worthy and valuable despite not looking like anyone else. She'll probably never believe that she's beautiful, but she has other things going for her.
Elphaba is more reactive than proactive. Things tend to happen to her more than she makes them happen at this stage, mostly because she doesn't tend to think forward very far. She'll just steal a caged lion cub without a plan or any consideration for where she's going to take it or what she'll do when she gets there. She's heavy on the passion, though, and prone to throwing all that passion behind her resentment of a world she feels victimized by. It ain't that easy being green, after all. As she matures, she will gain insight and start to take control of her own destiny, but that hasn't happened yet.
At the end of the day, all Elphaba wants is a place in the world. She's rarely felt wanted by anyone that mattered, and feels no one pays attention to her as a person so much as a sideshow. She's too intense and serious to just go along with it and be entertaining, and not powerful or strong enough to control anyone with fear...yet. Decent self-esteem combined with this feeling of displacement makes Elphaba one of the more ambitious and hardworking people you will ever meet. She fully intends to have you all working for her one day.
Currently, Elphaba is in pretty bad shape. She's been only just barely surviving in the intervening months since Camp Jupiter was destroyed. She discovered that panhandling was actually a pretty reliable source of money if she could look mean enough to discourage old ladies who wanted to take her home, but she wasn't out to make money, and it burned her pride to do so, occasionally choosing to go hungry instead. She's arriving at camp undernourished, out of shape, angry, ashamed, lonely, and frustrated. A few people tried to befriend her but she rebuffed them all, and it burns her that she wasn't able to make it, that she has to run back to safety. She'll probably be even more prickly than usual (which is a feat) for a couple more weeks.
AU History: So, when you're governor of Pennsylvania, what's the last thing you need? "A green baby showing up" wouldn't even occur to most people, but when you're Rex Thropp and it actually happens, it quickly jumps to the very top of the list.
Elena wasn't even that surprised that her husband had screwed some woman who foisted the baby off on them (she was no angel herself), she just didn't know what to do with a child that was inexplicably but undeniably green. She ended up cloistered away with Elphaba most of the time, stepping far and abruptly out of the public eye. When Elphaba was three they finally hired an au pair and some other staff (a bodyguard and housekeeper, then later a tutor), setting Elphaba up with a little household in as rural an area as they could find, with literally every silencing tactic they could think of applied to the staff short of cutting out their tongues. Elena had finally had her own child, and mostly just seemed glad that she wasn't obligated to deal with Elphaba anymore.
Elphaba was kept inside and only allowed out on Halloween, when green skin wasn't so suspicious, but it only took a couple of years for Elphie to start sneaking out. The house was isolated, but not isolated enough, and she eventually figured out how to get to other kids before she was found. As is common with small children, they really didn't care about the green, and Elphaba was able to play and socialize a little for the first time. Realizing that she would not be contained indefinitely and that it was probably bad for her anyway, her caretakers started using makeup on her and taking her out more, finding playdates for her and dropping references to her skin condition, in case the makeup ever smeared off (which it did, regularly -- Elphie was a very serious, quiet child on her own, but she played rough when you put her with others).
When she was eleven, Elphaba fell asleep and woke up outside Lupa's cabin. She was deeply, utterly, painfully confused, but once she was judged worthy things were explained to her, and she accepted it without too much question. She was obviously different somehow, being green and all, although even past that there was plenty more about her that just didn't seem quite normal. She was determined to earn her place here, that her skin didn't mean anything, hoping that maybe if she impressed enough people her mother would come care for her, or maybe someone would turn her a normal color. The legend these days goes that she made it into the First Cohort on sheer willpower and moxie.
Some part of her expected getting into the First Cohort to fix everything, but it didn't. Respecting her to her face didn't mean everyone respected her in reality, and within the Cohort she felt like she was treated like the bottom rung. So it became her ambition to meet her mother, and to be raised up as some kind of
When Camp Jupiter fell, Elphaba saw an opportunity. She was working as hard as she could and felt like she wasn't getting anywhere, so instead of making her way to Camp Halfblood, she tried to make it on her own. She bought some heavy makeup and gloves, ignoring the jokes about how it wasn't Halloween yet, and started looking for something to do that might get her mother's attention -- her real mother, since she did get in contact with her father and stepmother only to be met with pretty resounding indifference. In fact, that's what she was met with from pretty much everyone and everything. A teenager bundled up from head to toe with a not-quite-right skin tone panhandling for money on a street corner so she can eat is not exactly the stuff of epic poetry, not even when she occasionally has to fight off a monster. So about three weeks ago she gave up and snuck onto a train going to New York. She arrived at Camp Halfblood in pretty bad condition both mentally and physically, and is still just working to get back in shape.
Counselor: Natalie Goodman (kind of?), member of the First Cohort
SAMPLES
Iris Message: [There have been whispers since she got to Camp Halfblood, and Elphie is not happy about it. But she's not exactly one to hide in her bunk and cry about it. To be fair, it's mostly been the younger kids, people her age and up seem a little more mature about it. Although some of them can't seem to help but stare.]
If you have something to say, say it to me. Don't whisper behind my back at dinner. I can still hear you.
No, I am not seasick. No, I haven't eaten too much broccoli. Yes, I have always been green. No, I am not an alien.
Now SHUT. UP.
Third Person Log: Elphaba had never found it particularly hard to keep up with training. She just applied sheer determination and while she didn't really excel compared to anyone else, she didn't lag behind, either. Average would be the term. And average for a demigod was pretty damn good, as far as she was concerned, and besides, she was more interested in magic. But it had been eight months since she'd picked up a sword with any regularity, and she felt like she was fighting just to stand up.
She kept hold of her shield and sword as she stood trying to catch her breath, but just barely. Her arms and legs were shaking, her throat was raw from taking gasps of freezing air, and as much as she hated to admit it she was hungry and tired and weak. She wasn't sure how much longer she could train today without just passing out in a dead faint. But the idea that she'd gotten ahead of herself and wasn't ready to be back in regular training rankled badly and she lifted her sword, trying to hold it steady. She was just not physically capable though, and the blade shook as her arm screamed at her to give up.
