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N A M E
Cordelia Lee
N I C K N A M E S . / . A L I A S E S
Cord | by everyone | always | likes
Shortening of Cordelia.
Lia | by friends and family | sometimes | likes
Shortening of Cordelia.
Dee / Dee-Dee | by friends and family | occasionally | dislikes
Shortening of Cordelia.
Mystique | by friends | rarely | likes
After the shape-shifting character from X-Men.
A G E
Twenty one
B I R T H D A Y
18th of February | ♒
G E N D E R
Female
S E X U A L . O R I E N T A T I O N
Panromantic | Heterosexual
O C C U P A T I O N
Intern journalist at the Daily Prophet
B L O O D . T Y P E
Halfblood
W A N D
Redwood | dragon heartstring core | eleven and a quarter inches
P A T R O N U S . F O R M
Her patronus takes the form of a lark.
P A T R O N U S . M E M O R Y
B O G G A R T . F O R M
S T A T U R E / F R A M E
Cord is what one might call 'dainty', with a petite, slender frame and a height of about 5'4".
H A I R
Cordelia's hair, as with the rest of her appearance, is prone to change. However, she typically keeps it in a bob -the texture of which switches between straight and wavy. She also enjoys a variety of colors, from her natural, chocolate brown to neon blue, but her natural color and an ashen blonde are her two most common.
E Y E S
Cordelia's eyes are naturally a very dark, slate grey. However, they tend to flash a variety of colors depending on her mood.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
There is a commonly known myth that those that wield redwood wands are always in possession of hot tempers that match their wand's fiery color. Whilst this has long since been clarified as a misconception, the surmise certainly applies in the case of Cordelia. Her fuse is even shorter than her stature, and when someone rubs her the wrong way, it isn't her style to leave it be.
However, albeit being remarkably fierce, Cordelia is also very empathetic and passionate, and her emotions have a tendency to command what she does over her sagacity, which often falls silent in times of rage or despair -two things that, in this time and age, are all too commonplace. Cordelia is rather adept at reading into the emotions of others, and selfless in her tendency to lock away her own demons in the act of helping someone else battle their own.
She is loyal to a fault, and her family, friends, and even strangers in need always rank at the very top of her priorities. She hates to lose, and is sometimes scarily competitive, and her determination is both admirable and intimidating, oft descending into ferocious stubbornness, especially when faced with the more irritating forms of adversity. The likes of bullies, hypocrites, and the arrogance-driven are the sorts that further encourage her to succeed in whatever she does, as her strong sense of justice constantly puts her in a position where she simply has to prove them wrong.
Despite what may sound like a bullish nature, Cordelia is not without a humorous and sunny side, and she is never without her sharp and clever wit. Her sarcasm is more dry than cold, and her quips tend to act more as sources of smiles and jabs at pride -although it'd be a lie to say that she is without an arsenal of verbal barbs. She loves to laugh, and her sense of humor is something that often comes in handy, lighting up the admittedly grim shade that is permanently cast over the resistance.
Cordelia is very protective, at the heart of it all, both of her pride and her loved ones. She hates to appear weak, and feeling helpless is something she avoids at all costs. However, when push comes to shove, laying down her own life seems a small price for keeping those she cares for safe. Thus, Cordelia's tendency to put the welfare of others sometimes seems to take the form of noble idiocy, as she disregards her own safety and happiness in the sake of seeing those she cares about better off. That being said, she is a tough nut to crack, and is hardly the type to let herself get manipulated and bullied. If such an event happens when people attempt to walk all over her, then Cord sure as hell will do what she can to make each step as uncomfortable as possible, be it biting their toes or clawing at their legs.
Although her wit is always present in her humor, -and the banter she exchanges with those whose wit matches her's are typically snarky gold- this trait also comes in handy in terms of strategy. She has a knack for thinking up ideas plans and excuses on her feet, and the lies she can spin are oft expertly woven, threaded together with all the ability of a top-notch actress. Which is convenient, seeing as with the help of her metamorphmagus ability, this is often a role that she plays in the resistance.
F A M I L Y
Gregory Lee | father | 46 | muggle | alive
Nova Grail | mother | 46 | witch | unknown
H I S T O R Y
Nova Grail had never really made the best impression at Hogwarts. A Griffindor student, she was as vivacious as she was talented, as troublesome as she was beautiful. She had a way with a wand, particularly in the likes of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, but her tendency to sneak out after hours, play pranks, and generally break rules left and right oft had teachers arguing over the severity of her punishments She never did anything bad enough to get expelled, but suffice to say, she was never a prefect or head girl, and she graduated will no recommendation, only her own personal merit.
A woman always fascinated by the muggle world, she met Gregory when he was a young, budding police officer, fresh out of the academy. Obviously, they hit it off, and Gregory was soon smitten by the beautiful woman with the wily smirk and glimmer in her eye. When the truth of her heritage came to light, Gregory was initially in disbelief, but a simple show of Nova's metamorphmagus abilities quickly stunted any possible denial.
They were married three years later, and a year after that, Cordelia was born. Gregory was happier than he had ever been.
But Nova... she was suddenly faced with more responsibility than she'd anticipated. Suddenly, she realized that her whole life was set. She would only ever be with one lover, she would not travel the world or have adventures or live recklessly. She had duties now. A purpose.
It wasn't good enough. Cordelia turned four, and Nova packed her bags. She disappeared into the night, leaving a note in her wake.
And so Cordelia grew up with just her father. Although both saddened by the abandonment, they grew in spite of it, and became very close. Gregory showed himself to be an excellent police officer, and was eventually promoted to commissioner.
However, when Cordelia was eighteen, a group of Unmentionables laid waste to a busy London intersection. Among the injured was Gregory, coming home from a late-night patrol. His car flipped, and her was in a coma for several days.
When he awoke, he could not walk. Forced to retire from his job, he received many honors for his service, but lost his ability to act in the occupation he had once so heavily adored.
Cordelia, in the meantime, was graduating Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a student with a mischievous streak, just like her mother, but a clear and obvious array of talents, most notably in duelling, DAtDA, and Transfiguration. After her father's accident, she joined the Resistance, determined to help in any way she can.
