Cordelia Rosales
Jun 4, 2018 18:23:18 GMT -6
Post by Cordelia Rosales on Jun 4, 2018 18:23:18 GMT -6
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[attr="class","templyrics"]I can't go back, the ashes call my name
[attr="class","templyrics"]Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
Breaking the habit and melting the chains
Embracing the fear, chasing the fight
The glow of the fire will light up the night
The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face
Making the past an unreachable place
Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
I know this is the point of no return
Breaking the habit and melting the chains
Embracing the fear, chasing the fight
The glow of the fire will light up the night
The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face
Making the past an unreachable place
Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
I know this is the point of no return
[attr="class","tempinfbox"]Twenty Six | [attr="class","tempinfbox"]Female | [attr="class","tempinfbox"]Bisexual | [attr="class","tempinfbox"]KYRAREI | [attr="class","tempinfbox"]GRAVITY MANIPULATION |
Furie
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[/PTab]Main Abilities Gravity Manipulation: Intermediate The ability to manipulate or generate gravitons, particles which mediates the force of gravity, and other gravitational interactions. Effectively making things lighter or heavier regardless of actual weight and density Laziness and heavy art pieces are her main uses for these; getting a controller across a room or getting that statue up a flight of stairs are the most common. She's been trying to teach herself to use it on her person, other people, and for combat techniques but finds few empty slots in her schedule to do the last. - Psychometry: Beginner The ability to view the past upon touching certain objects or people Cordelia primarily would use this ability for her work. Without much guidance in terms of how to use it, she doesn't seek to use it often due to the strain and drain it causes for her body. Pet Abilities N/A Racial Abilities N/A Unique Abilities N/A |
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[/PTab]Positive ✧ Loyal ✧ Dedicated to Her Work ✧ Well Mannered ✧ Level Headed ✧ Observant Dreams ✧ Own a Collection of Paintings ✧ Learn to Perfectly Forge a Painting ✧ Learn 5 Languages ✧ Travel the World for Pleasure ✧ Retire, Alive | LIKES ✧ Plants ✧ Paintings ✧ Petrichor ✧ Henna Tattoos ✧ Investigating Other Cultures DISLIKES ✧ Graffiti ✧ Disorganization ✧ Lots of Questions ✧ Horror Movies ✧ Country Music | Negative ✧ Perfectionist ✧ Overly Protective of Family ✧ Self-Deprecating ✧ Workaholic ✧ Overthinks Fears ✧ List ✧ Some ✧ Fears ✧ Right ✧ Here |
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[attr="class","temptabinf"]A charming young woman upon first meeting, one would call her a lady. With how she walks with fluidity and how calmly she seems to handle problems sent her away. Always her nose in a book and capable of treating people politely. Cordelia tries to maintain a lady-like persona and a business-like attitude. Her work is what gets her through the day, no matter who it’s done for or where it goes after her hands no longer possess it; her only hope from there is that it is treated well by its next owner.
Homegrown workaholic, it is not uncommon to see her wandering in the hallways at night because she forgot some work somewhere around the house. Sometimes her workload gets out of control not because of the amount of work but her own personal standards and expectations dragging things out. Sometimes the stress and frustration of her work can make her extremely irritable and she will ash out at anyone and everyone around her - later she will recognize this and try to apologize or make up for what she’s done.
Trust is a rather rare thing to have within the mafia, so Cordelia chooses carefully on who gains the right of trust. While she maintains a friendly, but perhaps business-like, personality with most, her trust is a slow burn. People have to earn it - the only way they don’t is if her higher-ups already trust them. Then people can get a headstart even if she is wary. Just because she can work with someone does not necessarily mean she wants to befriend them. Still, she hopes to make some kind of relationship in this business - friends go a long way.
When someone has been labeled as a friend in Cordelia’s mind, she shifts in personality. Much of her ladylike or extremely polite exterior melts away, to reveal the dork beneath. Cordelia is extraordinarily sentimental and loves to speak with her companions. She can talk for hours about nothing and change topics fourteen different times if the conversation goes long enough. Sarcastic humor and terrible jokes are not uncommon and even though she might groan if the jokes are given by others, she cannot help but laugh soon after. If her schedule is particularly busy, she always tries to find some kind of time to make sure she has a reasonable balance of family, work, and friends - however this does not always work out if she misses an alarm or reminder and is working for hours on end.
Cordelia is particularly protective of the Rosales family and the younger members of the Mafia, being far more willing to smile sweetly as she beats someone to the floor. She’d be damned if she was going to let someone talk shit about her family, they had been through enough as it was - separated and orphans again. And while the younger members of the Mafia may not be too far from her own age, they have truck loads of potential she is eager to see foster into something beautiful. She can see the mafia on almost equal footing with her family.
Homegrown workaholic, it is not uncommon to see her wandering in the hallways at night because she forgot some work somewhere around the house. Sometimes her workload gets out of control not because of the amount of work but her own personal standards and expectations dragging things out. Sometimes the stress and frustration of her work can make her extremely irritable and she will ash out at anyone and everyone around her - later she will recognize this and try to apologize or make up for what she’s done.
Trust is a rather rare thing to have within the mafia, so Cordelia chooses carefully on who gains the right of trust. While she maintains a friendly, but perhaps business-like, personality with most, her trust is a slow burn. People have to earn it - the only way they don’t is if her higher-ups already trust them. Then people can get a headstart even if she is wary. Just because she can work with someone does not necessarily mean she wants to befriend them. Still, she hopes to make some kind of relationship in this business - friends go a long way.
When someone has been labeled as a friend in Cordelia’s mind, she shifts in personality. Much of her ladylike or extremely polite exterior melts away, to reveal the dork beneath. Cordelia is extraordinarily sentimental and loves to speak with her companions. She can talk for hours about nothing and change topics fourteen different times if the conversation goes long enough. Sarcastic humor and terrible jokes are not uncommon and even though she might groan if the jokes are given by others, she cannot help but laugh soon after. If her schedule is particularly busy, she always tries to find some kind of time to make sure she has a reasonable balance of family, work, and friends - however this does not always work out if she misses an alarm or reminder and is working for hours on end.
Cordelia is particularly protective of the Rosales family and the younger members of the Mafia, being far more willing to smile sweetly as she beats someone to the floor. She’d be damned if she was going to let someone talk shit about her family, they had been through enough as it was - separated and orphans again. And while the younger members of the Mafia may not be too far from her own age, they have truck loads of potential she is eager to see foster into something beautiful. She can see the mafia on almost equal footing with her family.
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[attr="class","temptabinf2"]Height: 5’4”
Stature: Average
Eye Color: Green
Hair Length & Color: Shoulder, Auburn
Clothing Summary: Simple but Sophisticated
With a maximum natural height of 5’4”, Cora is fairly small in stature and not very intimidating. With a diamond shaped face and a sharp chin, her green eyes have little creases at the edges from all the times she’s smiled just a tad too wide. When her abilities have activated, the veins around her eyes become more pronounced. There are a hint of dark circles under her eyes from too many late nights and a small scar on her left cheek from an accident involving stairs as a child. Her lips are thin with a hint of cupid’s bow, generally covered with some kind of lipstick should she have time in the morning. A small nose completes her facial features, pointed up and often goes red if it gets too warm or too cold. Her hair is an auburn color, a reddish-brown, with messy bangs from her own attempts to cut the thick and troublesome strands. Often she just brushes it off to the side to just keep it out of the way. She seems to like to dye it random colors - she’s had everything from lavender to white to black and everything in between.
There is a relatively bold quality about her. When she walks into a room, there is something about the way she holds herself that demands people’s eyes - maybe it’s the way that her back is always straight or maybe it’s the metal of her shoes that make that click against hard floors or how she meets everyone’s eyes who look at her first. And yet there is still signs of her own disorganization through the chips in her nails or the bandages around her fingers or when her makeup is smeared slightly to the right from rushing out of the door.
Cora always tries to be presentable in every setting - whether it be having her school uniform be on straight or a nice dress for a formal event or even just a nice pair of earrings for hanging around the island with friends. It’s a little uncommon to see her in a pair of jeans as she favors skirts and shorts however the cold weather can make her begrudgingly put on a pair of jeans. There is always some kind of effort into how she looks, even if it’s just her in some loungewear to sit around the house in.
Stature: Average
Eye Color: Green
Hair Length & Color: Shoulder, Auburn
Clothing Summary: Simple but Sophisticated
With a maximum natural height of 5’4”, Cora is fairly small in stature and not very intimidating. With a diamond shaped face and a sharp chin, her green eyes have little creases at the edges from all the times she’s smiled just a tad too wide. When her abilities have activated, the veins around her eyes become more pronounced. There are a hint of dark circles under her eyes from too many late nights and a small scar on her left cheek from an accident involving stairs as a child. Her lips are thin with a hint of cupid’s bow, generally covered with some kind of lipstick should she have time in the morning. A small nose completes her facial features, pointed up and often goes red if it gets too warm or too cold. Her hair is an auburn color, a reddish-brown, with messy bangs from her own attempts to cut the thick and troublesome strands. Often she just brushes it off to the side to just keep it out of the way. She seems to like to dye it random colors - she’s had everything from lavender to white to black and everything in between.
There is a relatively bold quality about her. When she walks into a room, there is something about the way she holds herself that demands people’s eyes - maybe it’s the way that her back is always straight or maybe it’s the metal of her shoes that make that click against hard floors or how she meets everyone’s eyes who look at her first. And yet there is still signs of her own disorganization through the chips in her nails or the bandages around her fingers or when her makeup is smeared slightly to the right from rushing out of the door.
Cora always tries to be presentable in every setting - whether it be having her school uniform be on straight or a nice dress for a formal event or even just a nice pair of earrings for hanging around the island with friends. It’s a little uncommon to see her in a pair of jeans as she favors skirts and shorts however the cold weather can make her begrudgingly put on a pair of jeans. There is always some kind of effort into how she looks, even if it’s just her in some loungewear to sit around the house in.
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[attr="class","temptabinf3"]Cordelia Rosales began life as Cordelia Vidaru.
She was Italian in nationality, born in Florence to a single now un-hellion-possessed mother from a messy friends-with-benefits situation with a Daemon. With her mother horrified by the product of her possession and a relationship she felt no emotional attachment to, Cordelia was placed into the foster care system. Cordelia, all in all, was a fairly quiet child without much care beyond her basic needs -- what could she say? She was four by the time she was adopted by a lovely homosexual couple in the United States.
Cordelia loved her adoptive family dearly, and quickly established herself as the elder-sister figure figuratively and literally as she gained new siblings throughout the years. Later, Cordelia would assume her fathers had some delight in only adopting daughters instead of sons but who was she to judge. Sherry, one of her younger sisters, was by far the one she connected the most with out of the daughters of the family. The young woman dotted over her sisters and was sarcastically dubbed the third parent with how she fretted over schedules and health, even going so far as to scrunch her nose at the partners her sisters would bring home when their fathers were away on business.
Her fathers had their own illegal activities that were right under the girls noses. Cordelia figured it all made sense in hindsight - the self defense classes, the rooms they were not allowed in at any hour (the basement being the only exception if one of their dad's was with them), and the ongoing “Don’t ask don’t tell” policy they implicitly had in their houses.
The most telling part was, in Cordelia’s opinion, was when her fathers went to a business trip.
And didn’t come back.
Cordelia was always in charge when the fathers were gone, but they always came home within two weeks. When three ticked by, she began to get worried. The police could do nothing - they found no evidence of foul play or anything problematic. Father’s ‘work associates’ could only look at them with pity when she called them in after hours of going through her fathers things. It was like they disappeared - walked out the door and exploded into a puff of smoke with all of their belongings.
At the time, Cordelia was only 19. Her parents were presumed dead after only bits of blood were found nearly a year later in a hotel room half-way across the country. With the inheritance, Cordelia was forced to sell their home and move in with the sisters she could sustain. There wasn’t much money to immediately be had with her then in-progress Art History degree. She used what money she had left carefully until she could find a job. Juggling a part time job and college was difficult on it’s own, let alone taking care of Sherry.
Things became easier when she got her college internship at an Art Museum. Things became even easier when she was hired as an assistant art authenticator in that museum. As she quietly rose the ranks, she was invited to join the London branch. Cordelia happily accepted and moved there with the one sister who wanted to join and travel; Sherry.
Cordelia never spoke about how she joined the mafia - her family never asked, and she would never tell. Simple mistakes. Simple wrong-place-wrong-time mentality.
A stumble of forgeries in her museum became significantly more. It became a job that paid reasonably well and would help her sustain her life with her sister in a country she only knew from television.
Her involvement in the Art Smuggling business hasn’t been long; only a few months at most. But it satisfies her needs; and right now, that’s all she cares about.
She was Italian in nationality, born in Florence to a single now un-hellion-possessed mother from a messy friends-with-benefits situation with a Daemon. With her mother horrified by the product of her possession and a relationship she felt no emotional attachment to, Cordelia was placed into the foster care system. Cordelia, all in all, was a fairly quiet child without much care beyond her basic needs -- what could she say? She was four by the time she was adopted by a lovely homosexual couple in the United States.
Cordelia loved her adoptive family dearly, and quickly established herself as the elder-sister figure figuratively and literally as she gained new siblings throughout the years. Later, Cordelia would assume her fathers had some delight in only adopting daughters instead of sons but who was she to judge. Sherry, one of her younger sisters, was by far the one she connected the most with out of the daughters of the family. The young woman dotted over her sisters and was sarcastically dubbed the third parent with how she fretted over schedules and health, even going so far as to scrunch her nose at the partners her sisters would bring home when their fathers were away on business.
Her fathers had their own illegal activities that were right under the girls noses. Cordelia figured it all made sense in hindsight - the self defense classes, the rooms they were not allowed in at any hour (the basement being the only exception if one of their dad's was with them), and the ongoing “Don’t ask don’t tell” policy they implicitly had in their houses.
The most telling part was, in Cordelia’s opinion, was when her fathers went to a business trip.
And didn’t come back.
Cordelia was always in charge when the fathers were gone, but they always came home within two weeks. When three ticked by, she began to get worried. The police could do nothing - they found no evidence of foul play or anything problematic. Father’s ‘work associates’ could only look at them with pity when she called them in after hours of going through her fathers things. It was like they disappeared - walked out the door and exploded into a puff of smoke with all of their belongings.
At the time, Cordelia was only 19. Her parents were presumed dead after only bits of blood were found nearly a year later in a hotel room half-way across the country. With the inheritance, Cordelia was forced to sell their home and move in with the sisters she could sustain. There wasn’t much money to immediately be had with her then in-progress Art History degree. She used what money she had left carefully until she could find a job. Juggling a part time job and college was difficult on it’s own, let alone taking care of Sherry.
Things became easier when she got her college internship at an Art Museum. Things became even easier when she was hired as an assistant art authenticator in that museum. As she quietly rose the ranks, she was invited to join the London branch. Cordelia happily accepted and moved there with the one sister who wanted to join and travel; Sherry.
Cordelia never spoke about how she joined the mafia - her family never asked, and she would never tell. Simple mistakes. Simple wrong-place-wrong-time mentality.
A stumble of forgeries in her museum became significantly more. It became a job that paid reasonably well and would help her sustain her life with her sister in a country she only knew from television.
Her involvement in the Art Smuggling business hasn’t been long; only a few months at most. But it satisfies her needs; and right now, that’s all she cares about.
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[attr="class","temptabinf4"]Cordelia's original surname was Vidaru, but was changed upon her adoption.
Cordelia can currently speak English and Italian, with plans to learn French and Spanish. She can also use American Sign Language due to her sisters inability to hear.
Cordelia can currently speak English and Italian, with plans to learn French and Spanish. She can also use American Sign Language due to her sisters inability to hear.
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[/PTab]played by Dots SEVENTEEN - PACIFIC DAYLIGHT / -7 - DISCORD Dots#6100 |
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[attr="class","temptabinf3"]LYRICS CREDIT: Point of No Return by Starset
Ohello! My name is Dippin'Dots, but everyone just calls me Dots. I am a roleplayer of about five years now! I graduated highschool this past June and am currently 17 years of age, going on 18!
I'm an artist and a fandom dork, with a particular love of Marvel, BBC's Sherlock, miscellaneous anime, and a plethora of books! I actively am trying to make new friends and be on at least with good terms with all I come across. I am always very nervous with new people and fear scaring others off, but I'm here to do my best!!
Plotting and character-chaos is always fun and I am always willing to do both, so I'm eager to interact with you all!
Ohello! My name is Dippin'Dots, but everyone just calls me Dots. I am a roleplayer of about five years now! I graduated highschool this past June and am currently 17 years of age, going on 18!
I'm an artist and a fandom dork, with a particular love of Marvel, BBC's Sherlock, miscellaneous anime, and a plethora of books! I actively am trying to make new friends and be on at least with good terms with all I come across. I am always very nervous with new people and fear scaring others off, but I'm here to do my best!!
Plotting and character-chaos is always fun and I am always willing to do both, so I'm eager to interact with you all!
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