cordelia anne mckay

[passthepotatoes]

-- CORDELIA ANNE MCKAY !

-- NAME: Cordelia Anne McKay
-- NICKNAMES: Cora
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 24, August 30th
-- BIRTH PLACE: West Point, New York
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Café barista
-- PLAYED BY: Darla Baker

-- PERSONALITY !

—HOT-HEADED: It’s the Irish in her, they’re all hot-heads. Since her mother fell ill and passed away, Cora has had a short fuse and a very snappy temper. Maybe it's due to the fact that she and her father took to arguing a lot around this point in her adolescence, or maybe it was always there from the start and only started to develop a little later in life...either way, Cora has been known to take things too personally and in the event that things don’t go the way she wants, can throw a temper tantrum worthy of over-turning even the most stubborn of men. Women as well…but mostly the men. Her snappiness can be a real turn-off for people and is definitely a factor behind the rocky relationship she keeps with her father, the Commandant, which she affectionately calls him, especially to get on his nerves.
-- PASSIONATE: When Cora gets involved in something, she tends to throw herself into whatever it is completely without any exceptions. Relationships, school, work, she puts in 110% of her effort to make things go over as perfectly as humanly possible. Her passion can sometimes be described as rigidity or stubbornness because of how fiery and fierce she can get, in relationships especially. The relationships that Cora has had in the past tended to be short-lived, and it's this overzealous passion that she blames for all their premature endings. If Cora started to see someone regularly, she'd instantly toss herself head-over-heels for the person, demanding so much out of their partnership (which not many of them were ready or able to give) even if they didn't have any labels. As for the positive nature her passion, Cora has always been a diligent and methodical worker. She kept her grades up despite her rampant partying and binge drinking, not A's, mind you, but good enough to get by and to keep her teachers and father off her back.
-- COCKY: Cora has a bit of a ‘high and mighty’ complex that can get her into quite a bit of trouble. She was a bit of a "manic-pixie-dream-girl" when she was in high school, and it was the feeling of being surrounded by friends and acquaintances that bloated her head and ego to the point where she's so self-assured, that it became something of a problem. She’s very confident in her actions, no matter how stupid they might be, and anyone who thinks that she’s not as good as she seems to be can suck it, in her humble opinion. It’s this cockiness that makes Cora a little distant, at best, and may be a good explanation as to why her past relationships have never exactly worked out as well as she might have hoped. She's also had her fair share of issues with authority, her father being in the military and all... there have been times in the past when she had been caught drinking and escorted home by the cops only to be grounded for weeks for mouthing off. Story of her life...

-- LOVES:
- Swimming
- Drinking
- Smoking (cigarettes and otherwise)
- Caffeine
- Puppies (who doesn’t love puppies?)
- Taking Risks
- Running
- Dancing
- Bonfires
- The Rain

-- HATES:
- Bullshit
- Rejection
- PDA
- Gossip
- Seafood
- Back-talk
- Clowns
- Laziness
- Airplanes
- Being Late

-- HISTORY !

Cordelia Anne McKay was born on August 30th in a modest hospital in upstate New York. Her father, Landon McKay, worked at West Point Military Academy and was appointed as Commandant just a few short years after her birth. He loved his job and his young family. Malia McKay, Cora’s mother was a good seven years Landon’s junior, but the two sparked a passionate and beautiful relationship despite their obvious cultural differences. The year Cora turned three, her father was appointed commandant and the family moved into the residential home reserved for the official. Her mother, Malia, was a kindergarten teacher at a school in the next town over from the base; Cora spent a good deal of her childhood at the kindergarten before she started school herself, earning herself a very close relationship with her mother.

It was pretty obvious early on in her life that Corra was anything but shy. She was always the one to go up and introduce herself, no matter if the person she was speaking to was the president of the United States or the new kid down the block. As she grew older, Cora began to rebel—she’d spend school nights gallivanting around with the other military brats, stealing beers from the local convenience store, and smoking weed in her room with the fire alarm covered and the cracks in the door taped up. Although her father was in the military, he didn’t have too much of a problem with Cora’s behavior, or at least, he turned a blind eye for the most part. Cora was the apple of her father’s eye and he could deny her nothing. Malia tried her hardest to wrangle her daughter as she grew older but always failed.

When a routine visit to the doctor landed Cora’s mother in the hospital and the diagnosis came back grim, malignant melanoma, the relationship between mother and daughter became tested. Unable to deal with her mother’s declining health and impending death, Cora detached herself and drew away from the family. News spread fast on the military base and by the time her mother was in hospice, Cora had already made plans to get out of West Point as soon as humanly possible.

She had it all planned out—after she graduated and saved up a bit of money, she was moving to Capeside. It was always her favorite vacation spot and it was exactly the place she wanted to spend the rest of her life. Her mother passed away the summer Cora turned sixteen and immediately Cora’s father began to throw himself into his work instead of grieving with his daughter. The two barely saw each other in the following years, exchanging pleasantries when it was needed, but never really communicating.

After she graduated and worked for a few years to save up the funds, Cora took off for Capeside when she turned 21, leaving her father and her mother’s memory behind for a life in her favorite place in the entire world. She took up a job in a coffee shop in town and a tiny, yet adequate apartment around the block, hoping that Capeside would have far better things to offer than West Point had…

-- SAMPLE !

The roads wound like serpents through the woods and small raindrops plopped onto the windshield as Cora drove through the tiny town of Capeside, MA. She had to find her way around the place before the movers got to her new apartment, how embarrassing would it be to not know where you lived and have all your furniture arrive before you did? Cora wasn't going to start her life in Capeside as a laughing stock because she got lost in a small town. Really, how hard was it? She'd lived in big cities all her life, how hard was it to find Alder Road? Apparently it was rather difficult, because Corra had been driving in circles for at least an hour, having no idea where she was going, driving down the same streets and passing the same hobos over and over again.

To make matters worse, her old Toyota was making this weird sputtering noise--a noise she'd never heard before. Cora didn't know anything about cars,she usually just took them to the mechanic to be looked at and bada-big bada-boom, everything got fixed. But not now, she was in the middle of nowhere, in the rain, with no tools--not that she would know what to do with them if she had them, anyway. Cora didn’t even know the names of any of the garages around Capeside to call up…she was totally and absolutely fucked.

Rounding a curve in the road the car's sputtering sound got louder and louder until it made this high pitched screech and then a sort of old-manish, wheezing cough before rolling to a stop on the side of the road. "You've got to be kidding me!" Corra cried, slamming her hands against the steering wheel, hard, before sighing and resting her head against it. What was she going to do now? She didn't carry a cell phone, and didn't know anything she could do to fix the mess she was in now. It didn't help that her situation reminded her of a horror movie she'd seen recently and hated. Girl's car breaks down. Girl gets out to wander aimlessly around and get lost looking for help. Girl gets hacked up and eaten by cannibals in the woods. Great.

She was really starting to regret taking her car in the first place. She didn’t really need the car in Capeside...her landlord said that the coffee shop she was going to be working in was right around the corner from the apartment, so she wouldn’t need to walk tog et to work, but still. Her stupid old, rust-bucket of a car held sentimental value...the car had been her mother's and she didn't want to get rid of it, no matter how many times it broke down.

After a few moments, she decided that sitting around in the car wasn't going to do any good, cannibals or no, so Cora pulled her hood up and exited the car, walking around to the front and opening the hood. It wouldn’t hurt to just look, right? A cloud of smoke flew up the instant she let the latch go and Cora jumped back, slightly surprised, a strangled cry of shock echoing out in the mist. Biting her lip once she’d slowed her heartbeat back to a normal and healthy pace, she reached inside and began probing around uselessly, burning her fingers on some part that was hot, and greasy, and square. "Ouch!" she grumbled, deciding she'd done all she could. She stalked back around to the drivers side and climbed back into the cab, letting the engine steam in victory as she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the steering wheel, leaving the door open. She was drenched already, so the fuck did it matter?

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Grace
-- AGE: 20
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU:badass mo’fo, yeah.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Proboards ad! (I’m only a little bit of a creeper, I swear.)

P.S. I suck at coding, so I'm super duper sorry if I effed it up! D=

[missyy]

First off, I just want to say that your app looks pretty good, but there were just a few things that I did notice that needed a little work.

- Your character's personality is pretty good and you explained it pretty decently, but you never really touched how it shapes Cordelia. Just give a little example as to how each trait really describes her or how she came to be each of them. (Just to better clarify myself, since she's cocky, how did she become that way? Was there a certain event that triggered her to be 'high and mighty' about herself?)
- I'd also ask that you bulk up the personality paragraphs a little bit because they're a little small, but if you add the little examples to each trait, you should be good.

Thanks.<3

[passthepotatoes]

Alrighty! Thanks for pointing that out! (I always suck the most at writing the personality...heh) I edited and bulked it up a bit! =]

[* TRENT THE GOLDFISH SPY]

-- ACCEPTED !