Vanille Paxton

[Vanille Paxton]

VANILLEADELINEPAXTON



THE BASICS

Name:Vanille Adeline Paxton.
Nicknames: Vani, Nille, Nilla, Van.
Age Fifteen.
Gender: Female
Years at camp: Five now.

FAMILY

Father: Willie Paxton.
Mother: Lerayne.
Siblings: The various other children of Lerayne by different fathers.
Children: No.
Other: Nope.
Pets: A small black and white hamster named Oswald. He’s her little darling and lives in a cage by her bed. He is also quite smart, able to escape from his cage and crawl down the halls to wreck havoc in the other quarters. Somehow he never gets caught.

APPERANCE

Species: Vea Demigod.
Hair: Vanille has shoulder-length platinum blond hair, falling quite straight and usually pulled back into a ponytail or a bun.
Eyes: Muddled, dark gray-blue.
Skin: Pretty tanned, from spending a lot of her time in her private garden outside.
Stature: Long-limbed and willowy.
Clothing style: T-shirts and shorts are all Vanille cares about. They’re all pretty plain, since she works with herbs and they’ll probably stain.
Distinguishing features: Her blond hair and elfish features.

PERSONALITY

Likes:
-Being in her garden.
-Water slides.
-Singing.
-Helping out sick and injured people.
-Having fun!
-Painting.
Dislikes:
-Dresses.
-High heels.
-Celery.
-Really hot days.
-When people make fun of her herbal remedies.
Strengths:
-Determined.
-Cheerful.
-Able to brighten anyone’s day.
Weaknesses:
-Skittish.
-Naïve.
-A bit…odd.
Fears:
-Someone she loves getting hurt.
-Her garden getting destroyed.
-Big animals.
Weapons: Leor – Her beautiful crossbow. It is made of pale birch, surprisingly, but Ellison silver entwines around it like vines to stabilize it. It is able to shrink into a small keychain, always hanging on her belt, along with her many pouches and sacks of herbs. Her arrows, also birch but have the metal designs on it like the crossbow, and they are tipped with Ellison silver. They have a single sparrow feather strung on the nock end.
Nimh – Her own special little concoction. She often coats her arrows in it, as it is a highly acidic liquid that dries quite quickly. It is harmless when placed on bare skin or anywhere else, but once it enters the body through wounds, it becomes a quick, nasty killer. If ingested, it is also fatally poisonous, causing death in a matter of hours. Only Vanille knows the cure, since she created the substance herself.
Fighting Style style: Vanille fights dirty. She uses her crossbow, but also coats it in acid, so it penetrates through armor and poisons her victims. However, whenever in friendly battles, she simply uses a brew that has a bit of a harder time getting through metal and only creates a numbing sensation. She is nimble and quick, cartwheeling about the battlefield like nobody’s business. But when it comes to close combat, she is easily overpowered.
Overall:
Vanille is a sweetheart. She’s a compassionate, good-natured, and easy-going girl with quite a childish streak. Constantly she’s in a lovely mood, brightening a bad day with a smile and an encouraging remark. Not a lot of things really offend her, and if they do, she doesn’t show it. However, she is easily frightened and will often avoid things that scare her. Which doesn’t make her a truly stunning fighter, but she gets things done when they need to be done, and that makes all the difference.

Nilla loves everyone. Or at least she acts like it. Often times she tells her acquaintances that they’re her best friend or want to follow them around all the time. Most of the time it’s just cute, but some people consider her clingy and immature and her adoring attitude towards her friends annoying. She doesn’t really have too many friends, since she spends most of her time tending to her garden or mixing up new medicines or poisons. Plus, she’s a bit…off. Not insane, not crazy, just a little touch strange. She sings to herself wherever she goes and talks to herself and inanimate objects all the time. It’s just a habit, from spending most of her childhood alone.

Vanille’s maternal instinct is very high, even with people that aren’t younger than her. Naturally she is very nurturing and comforting, which is one of the reasons she is one of the head nurses in the sick bay. Not only because of her affinity for herbal remedies and cures, but because she is able to soothe nervous, delirious, or upset patients with softly spoken words and her gentle touch.

HISTORY

Born: January 19 in Calais, France
Homeland: Freeport, Maine
History:
Willie Paxton 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 Willie 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 Willie thought.

They gave their daughter the French name Vanille, both because of the sweet-smelling plant and the country of her birth, though Calais was quite close to England, only about twenty miles across the sea. Willie brought his miniature family to Freeport, Maine, 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 Lerayne, and she had to leave Vanille with him for the most part. The fact that monsters would attempt to harm the little blond cherub horrified Willie, but Lerayne assured him that she would protect their child with everything she had. And with that, she departed.

Vanille 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. Lerayne visited every month or so, and Vanille 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.

When she was ten years old, a Cyclops attacked her school, knocking over walls and injuring countless kids. Vanille scurried about, trying to help out her hurt schoolmates, but before she could, the towering creature snatched her by her long blond hair and pulled her back to him. Just in time, there was a cloud of thick, dark gray smoke, and once it cleared, Vanille was safe from harm, her father holding out a thick black belt covered with variously sized pouches and pockets. "Take it." He muttered, nudging her towards the door. "There's someone out there waiting for you. They'll take you to the airport and then on to camp."
"But Daddy-"
"Go, Vanille." He said firmly, fixing his daughter with a pleading look. He didn't even bother to call her Nilla, his affectionate nickname for her. But still she obeyed, climbing into the car and pressing her face against the window sadly.

Vanille arrived at camp in good time, immediately taking a pair of scissors and chopping her loose golden locks to shoulder length. Three days later, at the ceremony, little Vanille was claimed by Lerayne, and she very quickly befriended her bloodline. Not a week afterwards, she was already helping out in the sick bay, using her wide knowledge of all herbs to cure and calm ill and injured people. Five years of doing this has resulted in Vanille becoming a head nurse and quite enjoying it. She is a year-rounder, since she wants to make sure she takes care of her camp well, but she does visit her father at Christmas.

ALL THE REST

Name/Alias: Nilla!
Age: Eh…thirteen.
Experience: Four years.
Other characters: Nope!
Face claim: Ginta Lapina.
Referral: I don’t know.
RP Sample:

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As quiet settled in, Kat tapped her charcoal pencil on the paper, carefuly to use only the unsharpened side so not the smudge the paper. She flipped the page, and found a drawing of one of the pictures that hung beside her bunk, below the glow-in-the-dark stars that always twinkled merrily at her as her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep. The background was a plainly furnsihed dining room, a line drawing of a middle-aged who Kat recognized as her grandmother Rebecca, poised over the stove, staring down at a plate full of some edible dish that she remembered being roast beef. A plump but comely young teenager, looking about the age Kat was presently, fifteen, was the cneter of the drawing. The girl's thick brown hair hung over her eyes, a chunk brushed out of her left eye so she could see. Garbed in light blue pajamas sprinkled with small white snowflakes and a long-sleeved turtleneck the same base color as the pants, the mischevious smile on her face seemed appropriate. Between her criss-cross-applesauce'd legs perched a small child, the older girl's arms flung across her neck and her face buried in her short, scraggly ginger hair. The younger child was short and plump by the looks of it, her fat little fist balled up above her face and her thumb stuck in her mouth. Big yellow eyes stared innocently at Kat, the red and white checkered nightgown covering her little body giving the impression of a sweet little Southern Belle. Though Kat looked nothing like that now, she could see the smirk in the little girl's eyes that was hidden by her hand and thumb down by her mouth. The teenager who held her so snugly close to her was her Aunt Sadie, nearly thirty at the present time and the mother of twin sweethearts, christened with the names of Hayleigh and Samuel.


Kat grinned with the memory of her sweet aunt, and flipped the page once again. A near-perfect sketch of the archery range, a young lady that was not the daughter of Urania poised for shooting an arrow and her eyrbows pulled down in concentration. Another was a portrait of the person who slept below her in her cabin, and then one of a cloudy day about a month before. The young lady turned back to her Big House picture, and set back to work on it. That darned wooden beam just did not want to look real. It stuck stubbornly to a curved appearance, something that Kat was nearly certain that wood could not do. She grimaced as she erased it gingerly, trying to keep the perfectly drawn texture from being smudged. In her frustration she ended up ruining it anyway, and simply redrew it yet again.


The cheeky and detailed heart on the back of her hand winked seductively, as Kat regretted drawing it. The marker she had used smelled like vinegar and was hard to get off. Plus it had gotten rather annoying to look at with it's ugly smile and horrid eyebrows. She made a face at it, before getting back to work on the stubborn wood beam. Having ADHD had it's perks, and it also had it's lows. For istance, if she had been a determined and focused person, she would be stabbing her pencil into the drawing and crying in frustration. But with her easily distracted trait thaat went hand-in-hand with hyperactivity, instead she cooled her anger at the beam with a refreshing little thought about a stupid-looking heart drawn on her hand.


Useful? To some.


At first, when the boy approached, Kat didn't even look at him. Her lightly-colored eyes lingered on her sketch, before flickering down to him, and staring quizzically. Her head tilted instinctively, hair swinging slightly at the movement. For a m'oment, she seemed uneasy and awkward, but her pursed lips soon formed a welcoming smile.

"Hey."

Kat's delicate eyebrows quirked down.
For the love of all that was holy, that word had been used so many times around her! She head begun to despise it, preferring a bubbly 'Hiiii!' or a stately 'Hello.', but definately not the plain and overused 'Hey.' How about a 'Good morning madam. I trust your day has been going well?' and old-fashioned Kat would grin and say 'You are correct sir, and you?'
But no.


The normal area of her brain nagged her about being paranoid, so she resumed a smile as he went on. She glanced down at the spot, for a heartbeat looking suspicious, but soon reverting back to a hospitalable pat on the spot next to her and resisting saying 'Come on up and sit a spell.' That would have been a bit over the top. "Sure. Not like I'd, heh, shove you off. Pssssh, woudln't that be rude?" A laid-back flip of her hand accompanied her statement.


She thought for a moment, before stucking her feet out and hopping down from her perch. Tucking her pencil behind her ear, her smile increased. "You know, it's not very comfortable up there. With the twigs and branches poking you and what-not. Personally I like it better on the ground. Not as, you know, unsteady." Kat managed a secretive grin, whilst placing the hand with her sketch pad in it behind her back and flipping it closed.

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[LEONTUS]

hmmmm.....looks good however there is a couple things which I would like to pick on....

1.) Their Godly Parent doesn't "directly" help them, but yet indirectly.

2.) In the portion "Siblings" you'd actually have to mention the other children of that god which is your parent.

3.) Also isn't her father still alive? If so he could pay for the plane n' that or something besides her mother (godess) directly helping her.

If you could clean those couple things I'd greatly appreciate it!

[Vanille Paxton]

Edited.

[LEONTUS]

Hmmmm......Looks good Nilla!

The Eternal Ones arrive by your prayer and hears of your plight as in taking longed delibiration of thy fate finally decides of what will happen to you.... ACCEPTANCE In greeting of your acceptance and for the fates breathing the life into your very being you are welcomed into the world