VIOLET JENNINGS

OOC
Member name: Katez
How you found us: ATF
Other characters: None
Roleplay experience: 12 years
Activity level: Newbie 
Code word: Verified by Bee.

Basics
Full name: Violet Mae Jennings
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Divine Parent: Nike
Powers: Enhanced Speed and Luck
Playby: Saoirse Ronan

Personality
 Violet is the product of a righteous goddess and a meek mortal. Ever since she was a baby she always was quiet and gentle. A child that automatically knew the importance of using a light hand when petting the house hold cat. The young girl at recess that was perfectly content with sitting down and making bracelets out of flowers and plants. There has always been a certain air of calamity that follows her around; calamity and content. All of these attributes were contributed by her father, who was just a mortal but had a inner strength that roped in the victorious and beautiful Nike. Just like her father she is just fine with being herself, even if she comes off strange or flighty. There is a whole lot more to Violet than a shy smile though.

She never would consider herself brave or tough. Hell, not with the way she freezes up when she is center of attention or cowers away from loud noises. At best she would describe herself to be a lot like a mouse. She runs along the sides of the room and keeps a cautious eye on everything. Violet doesn't realize that she is capable of stepping up to the plate. She doesn't really think of instances where she portrayed the warrior characteristics of her mother. The instances where she saved her little brother from drowning in a hotel pool, or the time she gave a boy a black eye for shooting the neighborhood cats with a pellet gun. No, Violet doesn't let herself take credit for such things. They, in fact, make her nervous and embarrassed when brought up. The humbleness of her father some how over powers the fiery courage of her mother. Both play dominate factors in her character now.

Not everything went Violet's way as she grew up. But a lot of things came very easy. Most of the things she set her mind to she often accomplished in a short amount of time leaving people wondering. Too often she heard the term “beginners luck”. Not even meaning to she surprises people with how quickly she catches onto new tasks and situations. There was potential for her to turn her luck and dexterity towards sports. But her father never pushed her and she found no interest in being involved on any sort of team.

Nowadays she pushes herself to break through her comfort zones and mingle with the rowdy clusters of kids around camp. Naivety could be a good word to describe her when it comes to combat techniques or basic sports in general. She will apologize for hitting a sparring partner too hard or smacking the ball too fiercely into the net. She has a lot of uncertainty for a demi-god of victory. But she is trying to work past that and be more confident. She knows she sticks out like a sore thumb in the camp. With her peaceful attitude and late developing powers. It's been a real challenge for her to convince others that she is just as strong as her mother. But she decided a while ago she wasn't going to give up.

When Violet is comfortable and able to relax she is a light hearted person. Perhaps she is a bit flighty in the head and playfully quaint. A oddball of a girl that is amusing purely by being amused. Not much at all can make her laugh, even things that don't quite make sense. She is reputably the one presenting off the wall thoughts and making random jokes that often have an irreverent punch line. Some could even consider her to be immature and maybe a little bit dumb. That's not the case, of course. Violet just tends to not be fully aware of the severity of her awkward oddball tendencies. 

It's been mentioned several times before, but Violet is a very calm person. There are moments where she gets excited or energetic. But they come in short sporadic bursts and quickly die back down to a normal resting point. The same can be said for her anger. It's relatively difficult to set off but her temper can be described like fire eating up a small gas leak. It's shocking, bright and potentially painful. But it's quick and disappears without much of a trace. She isn't one for holding grudges, in fact she usually apologies even if her anger is justified. Typical things that set her off involve the well being of others or being lied to. 


Likes:
- animals, specifically cats and birds
- ice cream
- running
- autumn
- music, any kind
- puzzles and board games
- nature, specifically thunder storms
- philosophy 
- lame jokes
- playful banter

Dislikes
- deep water
- loud voices
- the limelight
- bullies
- being under estimated
- lying, liars
- sore winners
- onions and coconut 

Goals:
- to be as victorious as her mother
- experience things outside her comfort zone


Fears:
- failure
- disappointing people


History
Claimed?: Yes
Camp experience: 1 year
Mortal parent: Jack Jennings
Other relatives: Blake Jennings (half brother)

History:
Jack Jennings was a young Alabama native student studying art history abroad in Barcelona when he met Violet's mother. She was outside a museum the same time Jack was taking pictures and she decided to approach him. It's a mystery to anyone why Nike found such an attraction to the mortal man. He was not strong or really all that intriguing; not by an immortal's standards. Yet Nike felt a form of admiration for the mortal and his gentle disposition. The relationship was deep but cut very short for several reasons. Jack thought it was because he had to return to the United States and continue a life that Nike did not want to disrupt. But the actuality of it was that Nike could not be involved with him, as much as she wanted. Though nothing stopped them from seeing one another the last few days he was in Barcelona. Enviably they slept together and Jack went back home to Alabama none the wiser to the fact he would soon be a father. Much less a father to a demi god. 

Nike came to Jack's door eleven months later, holding a two month old baby girl in her arms. Everything was rushed. Things were explained poorly and quickly leaving Jack with his head spinning. Nike used her godly attributes to her advantage, for the sake of the tiny half mortal baby girl. She vaguely mentioned being in grave trouble and she ignored Jack's offers and demands to help. There was no helping her problems, she told Jack. But he was able to help out his daughters problems. Jack was left awkwardly holding the silent, wide eyed child as he stood confused and dumbfounded in the middle of his one bedroom apartment. That was the last time he ever saw Violet's mother despite his efforts to find her through most of Violet's life.

It was about a month after Violet was dropped off to him did he realize her mother could very well be gone. He faced the fact that he could very well have a daughter. It didn't matter to him if she actually was his, not in the long run. He didn't have the heart to turn her over to a orphanage. The distressed pleas from the woman he loved to take care of her daughter would of haunted him. Violet really was biologically his and he eventually got that verified upon the persistent request of his mother. Thing was though, even if the tests came back saying she was not his. She very well was his. Before he even opened up the envelope from the geneticist he had named the lovely baby girl Violet. Violet Mae. And since then she became Jack's reason for breathing.

When Violet was seven Jack met and married a young mortal woman named Cassandra. Several months after the wedding Cassandra became pregnant with Violet's half brother, Blake. Violet was luckier than a lot of demi-gods considering she had a loving father from the start and soon a real family. In stead of being bounced around to foster parents or dragged around by a struggling single parent; Violet lived a comfortable life in the suburbs of Montgomery, Alabama. The quiet daughter and step daughter of an art professor and pediatrician. She had a normal childhood for the most part and was very close to her baby brother, Blake. Whom she fiercely protected.

Violet hit puberty at the late age of fifteen and ever since then things got weird. But her complete lack of knowledge about her heritage and powers kept her out from under the radar for a long time. Long enough for her to coast on past undetected and graduate high school without any attacks or incidents. Her peaceful streak was abruptly ended the night she decided to go camping with a few friends. Alone in the woods she collected fire wood. As she stood isolated from the other mortals her scent became stronger than ever. She was attacked by a basilisk in the dark and barely won by hitting it upside the head with a large rock. Right after the victory, while Violet sat in the mud still in shock, she was hastily whisked up by a very aware satyr.

The camp seemed like a dream to Violet. A long dream that got even more unbelievable after a beautiful woman who called herself a goddess claimed to be her mother. It definitely took Violet sometime to wake up from her disbelief and actually take the camp and everything seriously. Now she is bestowed with a new sense of purpose. A purpose that is rather vague to her but she knows that it's there and waiting for her to step up.