Post by cordy on Apr 12, 2012 17:20:33 GMT -5
Shelly | 17 | Female | Moderate |
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CORDELIA HOPE KAINE
Cordelia | 17 | Straight | Unaware | High School | Kaya Scodelario[/color][/font][/CENTER]
STRENGTHS
Smart[/BLOCKQUOTE]
Resourceful
Cunning
Beautiful
Strong
WEAKNESSES
Suicidal[/BLOCKQUOTE]
Un-Trusting
Addicted to Drugs
Tempermental
Unstable
LIKES
Music: Music is an escape for everyone and Cordelia is no different. She finds her escape in the pounding metal music that she can usually be found listening too.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
Drugs: Drugs have been a big part of Cordy's life ever since she lost her little sister. Especially heroine.
Sex: Who doesn't like sex?
Zombies: She has a strange obsession with the undead and has three tattoo's of zombies actually.
WoW: She's a bit of a nerd at heart, nuff said.
DISLIKES
People[/BLOCKQUOTE]
Enclosed Spaces
Being Sober
Idiots
Stupid Questions
HISTORY
I've never given much thought as to how my life would have been had I not lost my little sister, or had I not started doing drugs. Let me start from the beginning. I'm sober for the moment and the memories are clear... I was born in Santa Fe Springs California, population? Who the fuck cares? I was born May 23, 1994. At 10:36 pm after my mother went through 23 hours of of labor. Or as she calls it 23 hours of Hell. I don't remember anything from the time I was born until I was about four years old. And my first memory is of the beautiful face of my baby sister Hannah. She had me wrapped around her little finger the minute she opened her beautiful green eyes and smiled at me. My mother was always gone. She worked at a small dinner in the middle of town. So I was always with my father as well as my sister. My father un-fortunately was a bad drunk and loved to gamble. So from the age of six I was taking care of my three year old sister, the best a six year old could do. Thank god for microwaves, without it I’m sure we would have starved to death. Instant macaroni, hotdogs, and oatmeal, was what we lived on for years until I was nine and could actually cook. I never minded taking care of Hannah but I grew to hate the people who had given birth to us. When I was ten, and it was Hannah's seventh birthday I wanted to do something special. So I skipped a day of school. At the time I was only in 4th grade. I had a bit of money I had stolen from my dad's money stash.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
I walked to the corner store and standing outside was a group of guys only looking to be from 14-16. They were all smoking. Cigarette's and weed now that I actually think about it. There was only 5 guys if my memory serves me correctly. Now where was I? Oh yes, as I walked past all of them they all seemed to turn and watch me. All of them where boys so I was a bit shocked by that. For some odd reason I wanted a cigarette from them. Yet I was hesitant to ask. I bought some vanilla cake mix, chocolate frosting, as well as some candles. I knew we had everything that I needed for my sisters cake. As I walked back outside, the boys where still leaning against the far wall. I gave into my temptation and walked over to them. They were all much taller than me. All of them around six foot. While I was only four foot nine inches at the time. They looked down at me, then one of the boys who I later came to know as Jack offered me a hit off his cigarette. I don't know who was more surprised. Me or the rest of the boys. Apparently Jack had a mean streak in him and rarely showed emotion let alone kindness. I willingly took the cigarette and followed the motion the rest of the boys where doing. After I started to cough. Jack knelt down and patted my back. "You'll get used to it." Was the first thing that Jack ever said to me. After I told them my name, I became Cordy instead of Cordelia. After that meeting I became part of the gang. We decided that we would meet at the store every Thursday if I was willing to miss school. After I was accepted by Jack. Randy, Travis, Nick, and Cory followed. I became a part of the gang.
Hannah's birthday was the best she had ever had. Hannah slept curled up in my arms that night. But our happiness was short lived. My father chose this night to get shit faced drunk with a few of his poker buddies. He thought that it would be funny to drag his two daughters from their bed and take them downstairs amid six drunken men. I don't really care two much if you want details because you’re not getting any. The story is my sister and I were raped, and then my innocent and sweet sister was beaten to death. Somehow I managed to wrap myself in a blanket to cover my shame. After my father and his friends where asleep. I managed to lift my sister's bruised, battered, and bloody body. And I carried her away, I don't know how I managed to do it but I found Jack and the gang. Jack held me in his arms as the tears finally came. Cry’s and shudders of pain raked my small and delicate body. Travis called the police as he watched over Hannah's body. I knew she was dead but I was reluctant to part with her. I didn't want to lose the last happiness I had in my young life. Jack smoothed my long black hair away from my face. I finally fell asleep in Jacks arms as he sat with me in his arms telling me it was going to be okay. That they would be my family. But I knew I had to go home or else my mother could and would press charges on Jack. I wouldn't let her do that to him.
The next morning I went home and my mother was yelling at my father telling him to get the hell out of her house. Then she turned her wrath on me. Telling me I deserved what I got. Calling me a slut and a whore. At that moment I gave up all hope of ever having a normal family. My heart had been hardened against my mother. Never again would I care what happened to my mother. After washing the blood from my thighs in the shower I knew my mom wouldn't care what happened to me. I didn't bother to go to school that day. And as if Jack had known my thoughts he met me at the store. He picked me up stuck a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I smoked the whole thing. Jack took me back to his house where most of the gang was laid out in the living room. He took me back to his room where he stripped off my shirt and jeans and then slipped one of his tee-shirts on me. And then took me into his arms where we laid in his bed and I cried for hours. Cried for the loss of my sister. Cried because my mother didn't care. After I was done crying. I got high for the very first time. Just me and Jack. We sat in his room and for the first time someone actually listened to what I had to say. Someone actually understood me. When I turned thirteen. I got my first taste of Heroin. I was hooked. Jack became a bit worried about me but since we had started to sleep together when I was twelve I had an easy way to get his attention off of my heroin addiction. Jack didn't feel like a pedophile since he was sleeping with me. He told me every time we had sex that he loved me. I never believed it. I still don't.
Unfortunately a little while before my fifteenth birthday my mother decided she wanted to play mother again. She wanted to pretend as if nothing had happened. At this time I was just starting with meth. Jack begged me not to go back to my hell hole. But because of how fucking stubborn I was, and maybe because I thought my mom would change. I went home. I promised the gang I would see them every day after school. That was mine and Jacks deal. I got the drugs I so desperately needed as long as I made good grades in school. That was actually pretty easy. I can think pretty good when I’m sober. I think that I’m a very intelligent girl. For the first few days my mom was actually kind. It felt a little strange though. I was so used to her not being there. That all changed when I was fifteen and she walked in when I was smoking a cigarette and shooting up a bit of heroin. She took my needle. It dragged across and split the skin. I still have the scar from the bitch. Anyways as I said my mother took my needle from me. That’s what made me snap. I was off my bed in an instant. I told her to give me my needle back or else I was going to walk out of the house. When she didn't give me my needle back I was walking to the stairs she grabbed my arm and said I "was" staying in the house. I didn't think anymore. I reacted, one minute I was pulling out of her grip. The next minute she was laying at the bottom of the stairs in a pool of blood. Her eyes lifeless, her arm at an odd angle. I pulled out my cell phone dialed 911 and set the phone beside me as I slid down the wall to sit. I could only mutter to bring a paramedic, that I had killed someone. Time seemed to go by so fast that one minute I was sitting on the floor, the next I was sitting on the back of an ambulance my arm being bandaged. I remember little else from that night except that I was going to hell on earth. Then guess what. I ended up in hell, otherwise known as foster care.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
This is my little screw up of a creation, she will either make friends or make enemies so either way she'll fit right in ^^[/BLOCKQUOTE]
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4+ Years | N/A
Some people wait a lifetime to find the one person whom they will love and cherish for the rest of forever. But not this young woman who had died and come back. Brighid Stark had died for love, and would do it all over again. She would die to protect the one man who didn't make her feel like a freak of nature. An abomination, someone unable to be loved and all for the simple fact that she was different. So very different from the other people in this world. She has the ability to light up a room the moment she enters, but from the first time she looked at Jude she knew that she would never shine as brightly as she does when she is around him. But when you are human, eternity doesn't come from the mortal portion of life, but from the immortal. Brighid Stark was an immortal, but the man she had fallen in love with was as human as they come. And yet she still loved him, even though at any moment she could lose control and hurt him, even kill him. It was why she had been putting this moment off for such a long time. It was Valentines Day and she had promised Jude that she would turn him into a vampire on this day. And yet she dreaded the moment of when she would have to take his life.
Tears came to her eyes as she tried to force down the horrible thoughts of everything that could go wrong. Would she be able to give him enough blood? Would she know when he had had enough blood? What would happen if she couldn't bring herself to kill him? Brighid's mind raced with the thousands of unanswered questions. Questions that she so desperatly required the answers too and yet there was none to be given. She couldn't turn to anyone, she had very few friends and even fewer people whom she could turn too. As it would seem, Brighid felt very alone in those last few moments as she stood outside Jude's house and looked up at the window where she usually entered when she didn't want to disturb the household. Slowly her eyes closed and she looked down at her hands. The small apendages of her fingers bending slightly as she flexed her powerful yet deliate hands. The hands of a killer, she was born to take the lives of humans. It was in her nature, and yet Brighid had never killed anyone. She had too much of her mother in her, which was saying something. Brighid had always been closer with her mother than her father. She felt like she was always second best to her older and much prettier sister. And yet at the same time she knew that her father had loved her in his own sick and twisted way.
Jude... Brighid said mentally, calling on the deep power that she had been born with. The ability to read someones mind had always been what set her apart from her other two sibblings. Her gift was dangerous, for not only herself but for others as well for if it was used in the wrong way it could be deadly. Being able to read the thoughts of others is not something to be taken lightly, as some things are better left unknown. Brighid was the first to know of her fathers infidelity as she could hear his thoughts as if he was running threw the house screaming them. At that time Brighid had little to no control over her ability which made her a very hated member of the household because nothing was a secret from Brighid Stark, you can't keep a secret from the Angel of Thought. Oh but she can keep a secret from you, you can be sure of that. Because it was during this time that Brighid discovered that she could also transmit her thoughts to others. Jude I love you so very much.. But I cannot do it.. Brighid's wings unfurled and she made one jump and slipped threw the window to look at her mate, the keeper of her heart and soul. "I cannot take your life Jude."
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