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Congratulations Mel and welcome! We’re so happy to accept your application to play Eleanor “Ella” Karavadra with the faceclaim of Naomi Scott in Fire & Glory RPG! We can’t wait to begin roleplaying with you so please remember to look over our checklist!

Out of Character Information:

Name: Mel

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20. August 11th

Timezone: gmt+1 (well gmt+2 now but on sunday it’ll be gmt+1)

Activity: It varies a bit to be honest due to school and work. If I have a really busy week I may only be on to do replies 2 days that entire week, but if I’m not busy at all you’ll find me lurking around 24/7 and probably doing replies everyday/every other day depending on muse and just overall energy levels. Also if I am extremely busy a while I’ll let you guys know and ask for a short hiatus/semi-hiatus if you’re cool with that.

Original Character Application:

Name: Eleanor ”Ella” Karavadra

Age and birthday: 22. April 10th.

Faceclaim: Naomi Scott ( backup Alia Bhatt)

Heritage: Daughter of Victoria, legacy of Nox

Abilities:

As her mother is the goddess of victory, Eleanor has a special affinity for competitive sports as well as fighting.

Another gift she inherited from her mother is the ability to (slightly) alter the ocurrences of competitions and battles so as to make sure she’s on the winning side. She also tends to win when it’s something that relies on luck (unless it’s against a child of Fortuna of course)

Due to her relation to Nox, goddess of the night, Eleanor can see almost as well at night as she can during the day: given that there is at least some source of light, whether it be the moon, a fireplace or a lone streetlight.

Eleanor also has a higher level of strength and agility compared to the average demigod. This is due to her long line of godly heritage, making her blood consist of more godly blood than other demigods.

Affiliation: First cohort, Member of the Cult of Romulus. She was approached to join by the cult as they noticed her exceptional fighting skills and the anger that sometimes seethed out of the girl as she fought. And after passing their tests (with mostly flying colours) she was initiated. Her function in the cult is to make sure that everyone who’s a part of the cult have a good reputation with everyone else in New Rome, to make people like them. Just so if rumours of something dark going on (Gods forbid) would ever come out, they definitely wouldn’t be the first suspects. She also brushes over anyspeculations that ever even comes close to being on the trail of the cult. Pretty much just the one responsible for public relations.

Headcanons:

Despite being fiercely competitive, there are in fact a few things Eleanor does just for fun. Like dancing. She has been dancing since she was very young, but much to everyone’s bewilderment (and slight concern) she has never once asked to join a competition. And although she definitely has considered it and felt the urge to prove that she’s better than everyone else, she still hasn’t signed up for a single competition.

Due to having to many different areas where she can let go of pent up agression and frustration, Eleanor is a surprisingly pleasant person to be around. Unless she’s recently lost at something or received bad news, she’s in a good mood and is friendly to whoever she meets. Of course, some of this is just an act to make sure people think of her as the a bit spoilt, but otherwise sweet girl who is just a bit intense when it comes to competitions — and not ever even imagine her doing the gritty things she’s a part of in the Cult. A lot of it being things she’s picked up from her father: who works with international relations.

Biography:

Being aware of the fact that your mother is the Goddess of victory since the day you were born isn’t always a good thing; and combined with being born into one of the most prestigious and ambitious and oldest Roman families it most certainly leads to interesting results. That’s Eleanor Karavadra. From the moment she knew what the word winning meant, it became almost the only thing of any value to her, apart from family, and there has never been much she wouldn’t do to achieve victory. Not that she really needed to do much, but there were occasions (especially before she was aware of her powers) that she manipulated a match or two when her team was losing when she was a child.

Growing up, Eleanor spent quite a lot of time at her uncle Jefferson’s house as her own father travelled a lot with work (being completely honest, the trips all over the world were more for network-building, but when you’re a Karavadra, that is a part of your job) and instead of entrusting his children to a nanny, Thomas sent them to his brother, knowing they would get their priorities in order. Spending so much of her childhood wih her cousins really only made Eleanor more competitive: her biggest personal defeat has and will always be being the second child of a third child. Where’s the possibility of inheriting the family line? Right, it’s nonexistent. So in order to compensate, she worked hard to outdo her brother and her cousins, even though she was several years their junior: and while she’s eternally bitter that all her hard work hasn’t gained her a leadership position yet, (while her cousins got it instead) she’ll also be eternally grateful that she had that extra drive to push her towards greatness. Besides, no one could ever know you or understand you the same way family does, and having such a large part of her family so close is something she definitely doesn’t regret.

Naturally enough, following her cousin’s footsteps, she joined the Legion at an appropriate age and was place in the First Cohort at Camp Jupiter. Really, it was First Cohort or nothing, even though she was never really unsure of whether or not she’d make it, she had a running-away plan at the ready just in case: the humiliation of yet another personal defeat would’ve been too much to handle on an everyday basis. Here, she dreamed to be Centurion herself one day, and she’s still waiting (bitterly) for that.

Life’s a competition, and so is school. Her own years in a mortal school were some of the most fun years of her life. In a way, it was where she could really flourish: where her cousins didn’t have an advantage over her, where they weren’t even present. And boy did she flourish, she quickly joined all the athletics clubs she could, and due to her years of extensive training and of course, competitive nature (and unfair demigod-advantages), she quickly became the best. With a high pony, a bright smile and a laugh that could melt ice, she easily made friends too. And no one would’ve thought that the girl they sat with in french has known how to fight with a sword since she was 11.

As a matter of fact, Eleanor was a bit disappointed to get back to her real life in New Rome and the first cohort. There was something so extraordinary about being number one, and there are days when she really misses that feeling: although she didn’t miss not being able to train whenever she wanted and being surrounded by mortals, who don’t really understand much. Although, when you think about it, are the greeks really any better? Eleanor didn’t see the difference, and as she got older, she channeled most of her frustration and anger towards the greeks, and her aim has become to help bring New Rome back to it’s glory days.

Para sample:

As she made her way to the Broken Egg, Ella was feeling rather great. Of course, she’d feel better after a good breakfast, but nevertheless, so far so good. And the rest of her day looked good too, there were no official things for her to do today, so naturally she’d made sure to fill it up as much as she could with training. Strolling down the cobbled streets of New Rome, she passed several people out for a run, and she couldn’t help think to herself what kind of masochists went running before breakfast? That’s just absolutely wild. Nevertheless, she smiled at everyone she passed, Greek or Roman. Ah, there it was, the inevitable first grey cloud of her day, the Greeks. Who did they even think they were just waltzing in here and settling in New Rome as if it’s theirs?! The entitled, idiotic — okay, a deep breath. Ella was determined to not get herself riled up this early in the day, it gives you wrinkles, and besides it’s more productive to just save it all up for training later, because Gods know she could use the extra energy for that session. Sure, some people thought that her training was a bit excessive — but when you want to be the best, that’s just what you have to do. Work. There are no short-cuts in life, hard work and discipline will always be rewarded.

But as she stepped inside the Broken Egg, the young woman didn’t even have to concentrate to push the resentment to the back of her mind. As soon as the wonderful smells hit her nose and she heard the quiet, soft buzzing of voices chattering over breakfast, it just melted away. Ordering her usual breakfast of two fried eggs — sunny side up, two pieces of toast with avocado, some fruit and a glass of orange juice Ella made her way to her usual spot next to the window, balancing the plates on her hands and arms as she zig-zagged between tables, her tongue sticking out in concentration, a bad habit she’d never gotten rid of. If she had a trophy for every time her father had told her to ’get that tongue back in her mouth where it belongs’ she’d have… well, she’d have almost twice as many trophies as she’s already got. Finally managing to set everything down on the table, Ella dropped down on the chair, letting out a sigh as she looked around at everyone around her. Taking a bite of her toast, closing her eyes for a second to just enjoy the first bite to its fullest, she turned around and smiled at the person at the table next to her, making sure to make the smile just a bit wider than absolutely necessary. ”You know those people who say they can’t eat early in the morning, or that they don’t like breakfast food? I have decided to kick them out of New Rome.” she said, clearly joking despite the seriousness in her deep, brown eyes. ”I mean, I just can’t have that kind of negativity in my life. They’re practically ruining breakfast, and I won’t stand by and watch as it happens.”

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