Post by Cordelia Chase on Sept 21, 2010 19:20:39 GMT -5
CORDELIA CHASE
IN-CHARACTER
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FULL NAME: Cordelia Chase
NICKNAMES: Queen C, Cor, Cordy
DATE OF BIRTH: May 22nd, 1981
AGE: 20
SPECIES: human
ABILITIES: seer
FANDOM: buffy the vampire slayer/angel (angel timeline)
PERSONALITY:
Cordelia Chase - former cheerleader, Scooby, resident bitch at Sunnydale high, current demon ass kicker, seer fighting the good fight for the PTB. She’s certainly layered. Over the years, Cordelia has evolved from a self-centered, vain, shallow, sarcastic, snobbish, stuck up spoiled rich bitch to sharp, caring, empathetic, heart of the operation, demon-slaying seer, the weight of the world on her shoulders. It’s a long hard road, but she’s managing. While she’s certainly gotten a little less bitchy over the years, she’s still the same old Cordelia at heart, just improved. Sarcasm is her forte, she’s seldom without something quippy yet surprisingly insightful to say and whatever comes out of her mouth, you can bet she means it. There’s no beating around the bush or sugar-coating for this girl, she doesn’t see the point. Then again, she isn’t known for having tact - things just sort of slip out, feelings be damned. Cordy’s a realist, she doesn’t live with her head in the clouds or delude herself, sure there’s still that fantasy about being an actress (she’s mostly over it…really) and the fact that she’s still pretending that the visions won’t kill her one day (more for Angel’s sake than anything else) but she’ll be the first to point out the cold hard facts when needed. She’s still as fashion conscious as ever, but she learned to sacrifice and make due with what’s she’s got now and honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
This girl is strong - she’s been through more than most people have their entire life at the age of twenty and yet she’s resilient as ever. Behind that wall of cutting sarcasm and blunt honesty, she’s just a girl. The things she’s seen, they’re enough to tear anyone up and yet she’s got front row seats, complete with visions and firsthand experience of the pain the people she’s trying to save go through. Despite that, she puts on a brave face through the pain and fights to prevent those visions from becoming truth. She’s a tough cookie, that’s for sure. She hates relying on anyone but herself, trusting other people in the past really hasn’t gotten her very far. First her parents up and ditch her, then Xzander decides that Willow was his true love, Angel fired her - the list can go on and on. It’s not surprisingly that’s she’s not willing to just follow anyone around like an obedient puppy. If anything, it’s other people that do the following. Well, not so much anymore - champions aren’t really much for following, but before? You could bet your bottom dollar.
Despite what the Scooby Gang might have thought, Cordelia is really smart - could have gone to any top college in the world if she wanted to. She might play dumb sometimes, but she’s sharp and knows more than she lets on. Doesn’t always act on it, because really, where’s the fun in that? She’s perfectly capable of knowing the exact moment when she should shut her mouth (just doesn’t always listen to it) and honestly, she realized a long time ago that the world doesn’t revolve around her. Its just nice to feel that way sometimes. There was a time when she thought her world was the only thing that mattered - thanks to the visions that’s not so anymore. She learned what real pain was and it changed her view quite a bit. There isn’t exactly much time for shallowness and pettiness when there are people in the world dying when they can be saved. She feels the weight of that, every single day. She could escape it before, by being the popular cheerleader, much too concerned with the day to day fashion disasters at Sunnydale High to see what was really going on - but now she does and quite frankly, there are some days when she wished she couldn’t.
Loyalty probably isn’t a word you’d associate with Cordelia, but she is. Nowadays, she’d do anything for her friends (you really couldn’t call the Cordettes her friends and while the Scoobies were perhaps a little closer, she was still an outsider - here, now she is the center). They are (were?) her family in a way her parents never really were. She’s protective of them and yet at the same time, won’t hesitate to call them on their bullshit.
HISTORY:
Sunnydale, California was nothing until little Cordelia showed up on the scene. Born to two rich parents, from the moment she was born, she got what she wanted. Surprisingly enough, she was a quiet baby, curious and interested in her surroundings. As she grew up however, she learned early on that in order to get what she wanted, (and she could) she had to demand it. She watched how her mother and father interacted with the world and figured that if no one else was going to be concerned about her, she should do it herself. It was environment more than anything that made her into the shallow conceited girl that took over Sunnydale’s young social scene by storm. Even as a little girl she thought she was the best, and didn’t hide the fact that she thought so. As she got older, she cemented herself as a popular girl, making sure to ridicule anyone she thought below her (which was, let’s face it, quite a lot of people). The real stuff didn’t start happening until high school. Cordelia was Queen C, leader of the Cordettes the bitchiest girl the town had ever seen and not the least bit ashamed of everything. Her life was all fashion, gossip and hanging around with people that wouldn’t hesitate to go for the throat if she showed a moment of weakness.
And then Buffy came along and everything went kerplooey. At first Cordy tried to befriend her but when she found out she was hanging out with the likes of Willow and Xander, that plan was quickly put to the wayside. Instead, she lumped Buffy and her gang with the rest of the students that weren’t in her small circle of friends (if you could call them that). She found it disconcerting that all the boys she was sure would fall at her feet were all so interested in little Miss Buffy - honestly, what could they see in her? Nevertheless, Buffy somehow managed to snag the guys Cordy had her eyes on. Little by little, through no fault of her own, she was dragged into the Slayer’s world. All of a sudden, there were actually demons (never mind the salty goodness variety). Of course, Cordelia being Cordelia took it more or less all in stride, but with no small amount of complaining. Throughout her highschool career, there were no small amount of mystical mishaps. From being attacked by an invisible girl, to being offered up as a sacrifice by a college fraternity. Of course, in her sophomore year she was voted May Queen, but really, who expected anything different? Strangely enough, Cordelia found herself with Xander Harris, probably the last boy in the world she’d ever consider as boyfriend material. At first it was all snark but being thrown together thanks to all the demon-y goodness the Slayer’s bunch attrached led to a connection that was a bit more than physical. There were hardships along the way, Cordy’s Cordettes certainly weren’t supporting this relationship and while she allowed their opinion to influence her for a moment, in the end she decided that it didn’t matter.
Of course, all good things (or semi-good things) can’t last. One breakup in the form of Xander and Willow having a smoochfest. Cordy was beyond hurt (probably because she ended up with a rebar through her stomach) and might have accidentally sort of conjured up a vengeance demon in the form of Anyanka and transported Sunnydale into an alternate universe where Buffy had never ended up there. Luckily, Buffy still managed to somehow save the day and things went back to normal. Things were tense after that though. During her senior year she developed a little crush on Buffy’s new Watcher, a Mr. Wyndham-Pryce but thanks to his absolutely horrid kissing skills, that crush was nipped in the bud. A little before graduation Cordy found out that her family was basically poor, her daddy had been busted for tax evasion by the IRS and they took everything - her horse Keanu included. She was stuck working at a dress shop to make money and no future prospects, considering one needed money to attend college. After that, she left Sunnydale behind and headed to LA to take Hollywood by storm and become the next big actress.
Things didn’t really turn out that way. There, she ran into Angel at a party and after making sure he was still grr (no cure for that) she left him to go mingle with people that actually mattered. Of course, he ended up saving her from Russell Winters, a vampire who was going to eat her, so in the end, he really did sort of matter. Desperately needing money (and deep down feeling as if she owed Angel something) she offered to be his office manager (not a secretary). Cue business cards and Angel Investigations. While working with Angel, there was also Doyle, the half-demon (as if she knew this) who got visions from the PTB - Angel and Doyle were her only friends and while she might have complained about them, she loved them all the same. They fought a lot of battles together, killed a body-swapping demon, destroyed the Ring of Amarra, stopped some creepy stalker doctor that could remove body parts, of course, she was no real fighter and mostly stuck to clean up (despite the fact that it would totally ruin her only pair of designer jeans and possibly break her nails). She managed to snag herself a rent controlled apartment (although first had to go through the ordeal of going head to head with a crazy old woman ghost who still wanted the apartment) complete with a friendly poltergeist named Dennis, who became her roommate. And then had to deal with the grief of losing Doyle when they attempted to save a group of half demons from being eradicated by some pure demon group. He died saving the world, but also passed off his oh so fun mind crushing visions to Cordy with a kiss. Needless to say, she was hardly impressed. It was hard going on without him but somehow Angel and Cordy managed. And then Wesley joined the group. It was an awkward dynamic at first, lots of sniping, but eventually they became even closer.
She came to rely on Wesley and Angel, the only two people in her life that she could trust (and sometimes the only two people. They were her shoulder to lean on when she was impregnated by demon spawn (and also there to get her out of that mess when it got way out of hand). She dealt with Angelus’ drug induced return and then the arrival of a hell-bent on killing Angel Faith (a nice bruise-y souvenir from that one). Somewhere along the way, street tough Gunn joined the group (she was his self-appointed defender for a while after she got a vision of his death). And then the big thing - Vocah. To this day she still doesn’t like thinking of that. Instead of just getting a few excruciating visions she was given the visions of all the people in pain - and she couldn’t stop it. She ended up at the hospital in a stupor, reliving the horror of all the people they couldn’t save. It was only Angel who managed to pull her out of that when he saved her by getting the Scroll of Aberjian, which had the words to release her. Following that, Cordelia realized just how many people out there that needed help. While it wasn’t an immediate change, little by little she came away from the Cordy of old and settled into a newer, nicer but no less snarky, version of herself.
Angel came to stay in her apartment and it became Angel Investigation HQ when his old place was blown up during the whole Vocah attack. Life went on as usual, more demons to take care of and icky things to kill. They moved the HQ to a nice hotel on Hyperion Ave, after Angel rediscovered it and they got rid of the Thesulac demon that had been hiding inside, sucking up all the human emotion that had been lingering there. Then Angel started getting all wacky when Wolfram and Hart brought back Darla to torture him. Through a series of frankly unfortunate events, Cordy, along with the rest of the gang end up fired. Instead of giving up, they start a new Angel Investigations, without Angel. Of course, Cordy was worried about him, but he’d hurt them (her) and she couldn’t easily forgive that. Luckily, Angel comes to his senses quite a while later (after Wesley nearly died after being shot) and tries to get back into their (her) good graces. Cordy isn’t quite so keen. And that’s right about when things went all wrong side up. They’d just gotten back from the house where Cordy had demon spawn (seriously, again?) forced into her head and grew a third eye (which was, luckily, removed). Angel was trying his best to suck up to her and Wes and Gunn were holding strong with her on the whole, not quite forgiveness just yet front. They’d just walked into the Hyperion when Cordy blinked and…wasn’t there anymore. Now she was in some weird ass dimension or something that she can’t escape from. She just hopes Angel will come soon to rescue her. In the meantime, she’s doing her best to find out what the hell this place is. On the upside - no visions here.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Lys’ truck gave an ungraceful sputter and shut off. It was an old truck, certainly not in mint condition and he’d been thinking of replacing it on and off for the past two years. Hell, when he’d bought it, it’d been old. Still, the old thing had character (some of which included making a god-awful racket when he removed the key from the ignition, instead of just purring to a nice silence) and he hadn’t yet been able to convince himself to part with it. It was pretty good in the snow and living in a place like Healy, well, that meant a lot. The drive to the hospital had been particularly treacherous, with a new layer of snow coating the roads and a heavy sprinkling of ice frosted overtop. He’d changed his mind about five times this morning when deciding if he wanted to actually make the trip or not and actually doubled back twice before getting in the truck and making the hour or so journey to Fairbanks. An hour trip just to ask someone who’d annoyed the hell out of him (and whom he’d nearly fucked against an elevator wall) out for a cup of coffee. Honestly, it would have been easier to look for her around Healy, considering a majority of the people who worked around the hospital actually had a residence in the small town. Except for the fact that he didn’t know her name. Well, he knew her first name. Juliet (which was just so fucking perfect, Juliet and Lysander - it was certainly better than Romeo and Juliet, Lys wasn’t sure he’d be able to stomach that much of a Shakespearian theme in a relationship) but her last name was mystery. And the only place he knew he could find her was that damn hospital.
He was crazy. Certifiable. In fact, he should make a stop to the Psych ward to get his head checked out on the way. He had no idea why he was so damn determined to see this woman again. Sure, she was hot, and the almost sex had been, well it’d been hot too. But she was annoying and she grated on his nerves (plus she’d made him act like an ass, something he was going to pin on her regardless of the fact that he’d been an asshole all on his own) and despite the fact that she’d called up his chivalrous knight in shining armor hidden beneath his exterior with her show of vulnerability (which he hadn’t been expecting), he had still wanted to strangle her for probably fifty percent of their entire encounter. In fact, once they’d made it out of the elevator, they’d done well to avoid the hell out of each other. He’d been up here at least three times since then and he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her. Plus, after all these weeks, one would think that lust would have petered out by now. It hadn’t. He still woke in the middle of the night with images of her writhing beneath him (…despite the fact they’d never actually made it that far) remembering the heat of her skin on his lips. It was enough to drive a guy crazy, which, obviously, he was. He had to be to be stalking across the Fairview Memorial parking lot, in freezing temperatures (although that was sort of a moot point, Healy was always freezing), on his way to ask a woman he wasn’t a hundred percent sure he actually liked, out to a cup of coffee. Did he mention he also had three jobs to do today and he was losing some cash because he was on this little errand? No? Oh, well he was. He’d actually rescheduled them, and his clients weren’t exactly happy.
When he reached the revolving doors he nearly turned around, and would have if he hadn’t stepped inside and been chided by that damn robotic voice to ‘Please, move forward’. He’d always hated revolving doors. Once inside he had to steal himself against the smell of disinfectant and death - oh, you’d think they’d be able to cover that up, what with all the disinfectant, but he could still smell it. It made his stomach clench. Too much time spent waiting for news about his mother, he supposed, waiting for the doctors to make her better and they never did. Plus, they had big ass needles there and on several occasions they’d dared to poke Lys with them (okay sure, tetanus shots were pretty necessary in his line of work, but that didn’t mean he had to be a grown up about it). It took him a moment to get his bearings. He’d visited the hospital enough times to be familiar with it, but it was truly a massive building and it always took a bit to get centered. And he had no idea where to look for Juliet. All he knew was her first name and that she was a doctor. In a hospital this large, that wasn’t much to go by. And he’d had enough of wandering around the hospital the day he’d met her. But that looked like his only option, unless he wanted to camp out by the doors and wait for her to leave, and that was assuming she left by the front exit every day. Who knows, the doctors could have had their own secret escape.
He felt awkward standing in the middle of the lobby - but then again, he already felt awkward for being here. Sucking a deep breath, he searched he room for the slightest hints of where he could possibly turn to find Juliet. Bingo. Nurses station. Okay, it was a long shot but he was already desperate. Heading over, he pulled a wide, charming smile from somewhere deep inside because he sure as hell wasn’t feeling like smiling at the moment, and perched his elbows on the counter as he leaned against the desk. It took a moment for the nurse typing away at the computer to notice him, but her eyes eventually drifted up toward him and froze. His smile widened as she asked if she could help him after a flustered moment. “I’m sure you can, Becky,” he said smoothly with a smirk, glancing to her identification badge before looking back up at her. “I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find Juliet? She’s a doctor here, about my height, brown hair, blue eyes?” The nurse seemed a little put out that he was asking her for information on another woman, but she smiled at him nonetheless. He grinned slightly to himself. Yup, he still had it.
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NAME/ALIAS: loren
AGE: seventeen.
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: five or six years.
CONTACT: PM for AIM/MSN.
FUN FACT! If you ever had a conversation with me, chances are Tim Roth, David Tennant, Bones or any other number of my obsessions would be the center (I have no idea how to have normal conversations). also, i had cordy before and couldn't resist snagging her again. [/BLOCKQUOTE]
