Full Name: Corentine (Cor-yn-tie-n) Storm Quellen
Nicknames: Cor
Age: 18
Birthdate: 17th of February
Home Town: Born in Hilleroed, Denmark, but moved to Harrogate, England when I was 10. Yes, I'm multi-linguistic, and yes, I do have a British accent.
Orientation: Bisexual
School: Noctrem Academy
Power: Air Manipulation. I can basically do anything with air. I can even make bubbles where I draw out the air molecules, causing someone to die slowly due to lack of air. I can also torture, and kill from the inside. The human body contains air like nothing else. I can expand air, bursting your veins and causing inner bleeding. I can even blow up your lungs. I'm also able to cause whirlwinds, storms and whatever else kind of air-borne weather phenomenon you can think of. Put simply, anything you imagine that entails air manipulation, I can do it. The only thing is, and it's something I've told no one; if I'm blindfolded I'm helpless. I don't know why, but it's like... without my eyesight, my powers don't work. It's quite frankly a weakness I don't care to share and I try to ignore it's even there.
Likes:
- Darkness
- My powers
- Manipulating, although somehow I manage to stay honest
- Maiming
- Destruction
- Chocolate ice cream
- Bad boys
- Scaring Arcana students
Dislikes:
- Goody-two-shoes
- Innocence
- Whining
- Apple juice
- People trying to order me around
- Ignorant idiots
- Sappy people and love stories
Fears: Falling in love.. again. Seriously, if I ever start going all starry eyed over someone, I swear I'm shooting myself on the spot. I'm also slightly claustrophobic.
Personality:
Me? I guess you could say I'm the ultimate definition of a bitch. I'm proud of it too. I'd like to be all; "don't get one my bad side", but I don't have a good one, although there are different levels of "bad" in my book. Innocent little goody-goody people are on the top of that list. I can honestly say I despise them. It's not that I'm always a mean, manipulating bitch; it's just what I am just about 80% of the time. I'm quite aware that a lot of people choose to steer clear of me due to that, but again.. I have to say I don't give a flying fuck. I don't try to conceal who I am, I don't care what you think of me, and if I sleep with your boyfriend, don't expect me to feel bad about it.
Some people like to call me a slut, which is also partly accurate, I suppose. It depends how you look at it. I like to say I'm free-spirited. I do what I want, when I want, and if you say "go left", I'll go right. It's pretty simple, really. I can be a huge flirt around any hot bad boy, and I always... I do mean always, get what I want. Hell, it's been that way since I was a little girl, and it'll stay that way. I can be arrogant, cold, flirty and charming all at the same time. You might call it a specific characteristic of mine. If I have a soft side, I haven't discovered it yet. (Which basically means that she doesn't want to recognize it at this point in her life.)
I'm also a huge fan of hurting people, both physically and emotionally, as I'm a bit of a saidist. My power is so perfect for the physical part, and my sharp tongue is perfect for the emotional. Sarcasm is my best friend, and a cold comment at you should not be found unusual. Ever.
The thing is, though, and this is not something I ever talk about; I wasn't always this promiscuous. About, say, two-three years ago, I changed in that manner. I guess I also became a little bitter. This is when my fear of falling in love came to as well. See, when I arrived at Noctrem, there was this guy... Jay. And Jay, well... he swept me off my feet. It wasn't long til we were in a relationship. Granted, it was secret, but it was there all the same. Took my virginity, not that I'm angry about that or anything. Rather Jay than some other asshole, but the fact was... he left. To go to Arcana. And it fucking hurt, okay? So yes. The classic. I started sleeping around, trying to forget about him. Of course... after a while it just became who I was, and well, I like sex. So yeah. Here we are and now he's back in my life, and it turns out... I can pretend to have made my brain forget, but not my heart. Aren't I just a lucky one? Gods, he's such a fucking asshole, it's so obnoxious... and so hot.
History:
Well, I was born into a rich family. My father is the kind of guy who works all the time, is never home, and sends me money instead of being around. It's a lovely deal really, because I honestly can't say I like him. Money is much more my thing. My dad's a sappy old fart who does everything my mother tells him to. Really, he's such a wanker. Mother is more my kind of person, though. She's a dominating hag, but she's always been there for me, for better or worse. She's also got powers of her own, so I've kind of always known I had mine. Well, that's a fact, but even if she hadn't been, I might've realized when I reached puberty as they began causing whirlwinds around me when I got angry, jealous and even just irritated. Which I do a lot. Needless to say, mother thought it best to send me to Noctrem then, and I've stayed there ever since.
So yes, going to the bad girls' school isn't something I chose, but... c'mon? Would I ever fit in at Arcana? I'd kill every single one of those fluffy little do-gooders on sight. Ugh, just the thought gives me the chills. My life before Noctrem was pretty uneventful, in all honesty. I was born in Denmark to Allan and Imogen Quellen, went to school there, got in trouble a lot. Yadda yadda... the usual. Seriously, I worried my teachers every time I pulled out clumps of hair on a girl and felt no remorse at her going home half bald. My powers began manifesting in the early phases, when I was 7. Wasn't exactly a joyful experience, honestly. I accidentally killed this girl I was at, because a strong wind picked up at knocked her off her feet. Her head hit the stones of a staircase, her neck snapping on the edge of a step. Again, I felt no remorse. It was only an accident, remember? no use blaming myself. Fortunately my mother's powers have to do with mind manipulation, so she made everyone forget about the incident. This left the girl merely 'missing'.
She began teaching me how to control my powers after that, and nothing of the sort ever happened again, but my path was set. There was no doubt in my mother's eyes that I was a perfect Noctrem student. When father got a job transfer to England and a promotion in the same bout, he took it, and we moved. At that time, I was 10, and began attending a private school situated in Harrogate. Again, nothing all that interesting happened, until I was sent to California at age 14 to start a more magically focused education with people just like me... or whatever. I guess it's decent enough, and pretty cool that I don't have to hide my powers anymore.
Anything else? I've been doing gymnastics since I was 6 years old, so yes, I'm quite flexible.[/font]