" Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops."
The Basics
|Name|
Cordelia Josephine Monroe
|Nicknames|
Usually Delia, sometimes Cord.
|Age|
23
|Ethnicity|
½ Guyanese, ½ Scottish.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Occupation|
Bartender/Waitress
|Role|Hunter Female 3
Cordelia Josephine Monroe
|Nicknames|
Usually Delia, sometimes Cord.
|Age|
23
|Ethnicity|
½ Guyanese, ½ Scottish.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Occupation|
Bartender/Waitress
|Role|Hunter Female 3
The Outside
|Height|
5’8”
|Build|
Cordelia is tall and lean, with long legs and arms with a shorter torso. She's well toned from years of training and is just curvy enough to suit her own tastes
|Skin Tone|
Cordelia is a warm café au lait shade.
|Hair Color|
Dark Brown
|Eye Color|
Dark Brown
|Scars? Markings? Tattoos? Piercings?|
A small white scar across her left ear and a birthmark shaped like a horseshoe on her right knee
|Brief Clothing Description|
Cordelia prefers comfort and substance over tight and flashy. She tends to dress in layers, sweaters and pullovers are an essential part of her style. Cordelia likes to dress in darker colors so as not to stand out from the crowd. The young hunter also has to wear all black while tending bar and serving tables so it just makes sense that most of her wardrobe follows suit. She likes jewelry and usually has on several pieces, her favorite being an opal charm on a silver chain given to her by her father.
5’8”
|Build|
Cordelia is tall and lean, with long legs and arms with a shorter torso. She's well toned from years of training and is just curvy enough to suit her own tastes
|Skin Tone|
Cordelia is a warm café au lait shade.
|Hair Color|
Dark Brown
|Eye Color|
Dark Brown
|Scars? Markings? Tattoos? Piercings?|
A small white scar across her left ear and a birthmark shaped like a horseshoe on her right knee
|Brief Clothing Description|
Cordelia prefers comfort and substance over tight and flashy. She tends to dress in layers, sweaters and pullovers are an essential part of her style. Cordelia likes to dress in darker colors so as not to stand out from the crowd. The young hunter also has to wear all black while tending bar and serving tables so it just makes sense that most of her wardrobe follows suit. She likes jewelry and usually has on several pieces, her favorite being an opal charm on a silver chain given to her by her father.
Preferences
|Skills|
Excellent Marksmanship – Eidetic Memory – Skilled in Wing Chun – Master Manipulator
|Talents|
Sings – Extremely Charming/Persuasive – Can drive anything with wheels and a motor
|Fears|
Never avenging her father’s death. – Never becoming the hunter that her father wished her to be. – Losing anyone else she cares for.
|Likes & Dislikes|
▲ Singing
▲ Rainy Days
▲ The Shooting Range
▲ Running
▲ B-Movies
▲ Bourbon
▲ Comic Books
▲ Silver Jewelry
▲ Dancing
▲ Flirting ▼ The Alpha
▼ Losing
▼Being Responsible
▼ Being told what to do
▼ Breakfast
▼ Her Day Job
▼ Shopping
▼ Being Turned Down
▼ Cold Weather
▼ Large Animals
Excellent Marksmanship – Eidetic Memory – Skilled in Wing Chun – Master Manipulator
|Talents|
Sings – Extremely Charming/Persuasive – Can drive anything with wheels and a motor
|Fears|
Never avenging her father’s death. – Never becoming the hunter that her father wished her to be. – Losing anyone else she cares for.
|Likes & Dislikes|
▲ Rainy Days
▲ The Shooting Range
▲ Running
▲ B-Movies
▲ Bourbon
▲ Comic Books
▲ Silver Jewelry
▲ Dancing
▲ Flirting
▼ Losing
▼Being Responsible
▼ Being told what to do
▼ Breakfast
▼ Her Day Job
▼ Shopping
▼ Being Turned Down
▼ Cold Weather
▼ Large Animals
What's Left of Me
|Personality|
{Strong, Clever, Loyal, Irrational, Vengeful}
Cordelia tends to come off as a bit of a mystery and tends to prefer it that way. She can be perfectly polite and charming but there’s always an edge beneath her manner, as if to say that she’d rather be doing anything else than conversing with you. Cord is perfectly personable most of the time; it just seems as if she’s constantly distracted by other matters. She’s aware of this and does her best to try and cover it up, failing more often than not. It doesn’t usually come across as rude but instead as if she were flighty or a bit slow.
Something which couldn’t be farther from the truth, Delia can be extremely dedicated and focused. Just as long as the subject of her focus is within her interest. The young hunter takes her true occupation very seriously and always keeps an eye out and an ear open for any useful information. So while it may seem as if Cordelia isn’t paying attention she is actually scouring your words and actions for something she could use to her own advantage. Especially if it has something to do with her father.
Cordelia is quite affected by the death of her father and is haunted by it every day. Knowing that the perpetrator is still out there eats her alive and she vows that she won’t rest until she can fulfill her wish for vengeance. Delia is tenacious, strong and vicious and she’ll never apologize for it. That’s not to say she never has any sort of fun or down time. Cordelia is a normal young woman in the fact that she like to have fun with her peers, drink, laugh and blow off steam. Although she’d never let that take precedence over much sought after day of reckoning.
|History|
Cordelia was born the only child to Gus and Yvette Monroe on a cold snowy day in January. She had been much long for and looked forward to before her arrival and she was verily treated like a princess upon her arrival. Something that the little girl took for granted for many years. Cordelia, or Delia as she was called by her mother was the light of her parents’ life and by all accounts was a sweet, normal child. She was far too young to understand what sort of life she had been born into; far too young to understand why her father was away for so long or why he would come back with injuries.
It wasn’t until Delia was nearly ten that she was informed of what her father did for a living. He was a hunter and not just any sort of hunter. He hunted supernaturals, those creatures that preyed on defenseless humans and it was something he’d trained for and done his entire life. Just like his father before him and just like she would do after him. It was a calling that passed itself down through the generations and as the only child she was the only candidate. Cordelia’s life changed drastically and she never looked back. Soon after they moved to Savannah and things began to take a different shape.
After that point her life was devoted to training, learning everything she could from her father about their craft. It bordered on madness, the obsession that her family had held so dear for so many generations would soon come to bear on her shoulders and she didn’t think anyone could be prepared for that. Although unsure in herself and her abilities she forged on and trained dutifully at her father’s side and anyone else he deemed worthy enough to teach his daughter, even sending her away for months and years at a time to train with other hunters.
It was after such a visit that her father was ripped from her life forever. Cordelia was newly home when she was informed by her mother that her father had set off on an assignment that he wouldn’t share with her or anyone else. Deciding that she would lend a hand as she had always done, she took off to find him having already scanned the notes on his desk and discerning the general location he’d likely to be at. After much stumbling around in the dark and turning in circles she found what she was looking for. Unfortunately for her she arrived much too late.
Her father was dead and gone. The scene was appalling and nearly too much bear. The only thing that kept Cordelia from losing consciousness was the sight of the perpetrator. There he stood, hapless and apologetic. Too bad he was covered in her father’s blood. Before Delia could react to the sight of him he’d turned tail and ran, literally. A werewolf had killed her father and she would make him pay. She would make them all pay.
The news broke her mother, someone who had always seemed too delicate to be the wife of a hunter. The woman seemed to regress to an earlier happier time and paid little attention to her daughter. Seeing the ruin of her family only strengthened Cordelia’s resolve. This is why she remains in Savannah, keeping an ear out for word of the local pack. Always plotting, never resting, her father won’t go without justice. Not while she still drew breathe.
{Strong, Clever, Loyal, Irrational, Vengeful}
Cordelia tends to come off as a bit of a mystery and tends to prefer it that way. She can be perfectly polite and charming but there’s always an edge beneath her manner, as if to say that she’d rather be doing anything else than conversing with you. Cord is perfectly personable most of the time; it just seems as if she’s constantly distracted by other matters. She’s aware of this and does her best to try and cover it up, failing more often than not. It doesn’t usually come across as rude but instead as if she were flighty or a bit slow.
Something which couldn’t be farther from the truth, Delia can be extremely dedicated and focused. Just as long as the subject of her focus is within her interest. The young hunter takes her true occupation very seriously and always keeps an eye out and an ear open for any useful information. So while it may seem as if Cordelia isn’t paying attention she is actually scouring your words and actions for something she could use to her own advantage. Especially if it has something to do with her father.
Cordelia is quite affected by the death of her father and is haunted by it every day. Knowing that the perpetrator is still out there eats her alive and she vows that she won’t rest until she can fulfill her wish for vengeance. Delia is tenacious, strong and vicious and she’ll never apologize for it. That’s not to say she never has any sort of fun or down time. Cordelia is a normal young woman in the fact that she like to have fun with her peers, drink, laugh and blow off steam. Although she’d never let that take precedence over much sought after day of reckoning.
|History|
Cordelia was born the only child to Gus and Yvette Monroe on a cold snowy day in January. She had been much long for and looked forward to before her arrival and she was verily treated like a princess upon her arrival. Something that the little girl took for granted for many years. Cordelia, or Delia as she was called by her mother was the light of her parents’ life and by all accounts was a sweet, normal child. She was far too young to understand what sort of life she had been born into; far too young to understand why her father was away for so long or why he would come back with injuries.
It wasn’t until Delia was nearly ten that she was informed of what her father did for a living. He was a hunter and not just any sort of hunter. He hunted supernaturals, those creatures that preyed on defenseless humans and it was something he’d trained for and done his entire life. Just like his father before him and just like she would do after him. It was a calling that passed itself down through the generations and as the only child she was the only candidate. Cordelia’s life changed drastically and she never looked back. Soon after they moved to Savannah and things began to take a different shape.
After that point her life was devoted to training, learning everything she could from her father about their craft. It bordered on madness, the obsession that her family had held so dear for so many generations would soon come to bear on her shoulders and she didn’t think anyone could be prepared for that. Although unsure in herself and her abilities she forged on and trained dutifully at her father’s side and anyone else he deemed worthy enough to teach his daughter, even sending her away for months and years at a time to train with other hunters.
It was after such a visit that her father was ripped from her life forever. Cordelia was newly home when she was informed by her mother that her father had set off on an assignment that he wouldn’t share with her or anyone else. Deciding that she would lend a hand as she had always done, she took off to find him having already scanned the notes on his desk and discerning the general location he’d likely to be at. After much stumbling around in the dark and turning in circles she found what she was looking for. Unfortunately for her she arrived much too late.
Her father was dead and gone. The scene was appalling and nearly too much bear. The only thing that kept Cordelia from losing consciousness was the sight of the perpetrator. There he stood, hapless and apologetic. Too bad he was covered in her father’s blood. Before Delia could react to the sight of him he’d turned tail and ran, literally. A werewolf had killed her father and she would make him pay. She would make them all pay.
The news broke her mother, someone who had always seemed too delicate to be the wife of a hunter. The woman seemed to regress to an earlier happier time and paid little attention to her daughter. Seeing the ruin of her family only strengthened Cordelia’s resolve. This is why she remains in Savannah, keeping an ear out for word of the local pack. Always plotting, never resting, her father won’t go without justice. Not while she still drew breathe.
Extra
Soviet Trumpeter| Katzenjammer
Bright the shine in my horn exiled and forlorn, a damp night in Berlin yes
Soaked in alcohol I walk up to a doll and say "how you look good"
Rejection follows me around like a dagger in my back, I tell you man it hurts
I've come here to express myself 'cause I'm tired of these chains
I'm tired of the strains, walking 'cross the plains take me in you arms
Fire red, the Stage I tread
Elevate me celebrate me
Extroverted but full of fear
The soviet Trumpeter
To make them dance as fairies oh to make them sing along
So close to fever pitch and oh so close to happiness
I'm tempted by their flesh oh I am tempted by their stare, I don't think I dare
'cause I am such a communist and I'm breaking down inside
Though the world is open wide I'm drowning in it's tide take me in your arms
Fire red, the Ground I tread
Elevate me celebrate me
Extroverted but full of fear
The soviet Trumpeter
Bright the shine in my horn exiled and forlorn, a damp night in Berlin yes
Soaked in alcohol I walk up to a doll and say "how you look good"
Rejection follows me around like a dagger in my back, I tell you man it hurts
I've come here to express myself 'cause I'm tired of these chains
I'm tired of the strains, walking 'cross the plains take me in you arms
Fire red, the Stage I tread
Elevate me celebrate me
Extroverted but full of fear
The soviet Trumpeter
To make them dance as fairies oh to make them sing along
So close to fever pitch and oh so close to happiness
I'm tempted by their flesh oh I am tempted by their stare, I don't think I dare
'cause I am such a communist and I'm breaking down inside
Though the world is open wide I'm drowning in it's tide take me in your arms
Fire red, the Ground I tread
Elevate me celebrate me
Extroverted but full of fear
The soviet Trumpeter
|Anything Else?|
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