Post by ♥Cora♥ on Feb 2, 2009 22:50:52 GMT -5
♥ Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon♥
*The heart is the only broken instrument that works*
*The heart is the only broken instrument that works*
Behind the RPer
Nickname: Aim or Amy
Age: 18
Gender: Girl
How can we reach you: PM or by email
RP Experience: about 6 years
(Haha, am I bold to be applying so high as an Ace?)
Your Character
Name: Cora Lilith Chambers
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Play By: Princess Ai from… Princess Ai
Loyal to: The Queen
Occupation: Ace of ♥
Likes:
♥Cigarettes
♥Singing
♥Jazz
♥Gin and tonic
Dislikes:
♥Flowers
♥Candy
♥Other reminders of her boyfriend
♥Drugstore cowboys
Strengths:
♥Insults
♥Singing
♥Resurrection
♥Drinking
♥Pheromones
Weaknesses:
♥Her temper
♥Mental stability
♥Reminders of her boyfriend
♥Anyone who can read her
♥Mood swings
Personality: Cora is largely your typical narcissistic and vain person. She rarely, if ever, shows concern for anyone other than herself and anything she does is always in her best interest. Unless, of course, the Queen wills her to do something. The Queen is possibly the only thing in the mirror realm that Cora holds in reverence.
Although Cora does have a softer side, it is best to be wary of it. She’s prone to sudden violent changes in mood; one minute she’s as sweet as sugar, and the next she’s the nastiest person you will ever encounter. It’s best not to make her angry, along with her habits of stomping and breaking things, she has quite the potty mouth.
However, during fighting, Cora is usually sweet and sultry. Of course, maybe if you squint real hard, you can see the underlying plan. Cora’s main course of attack usually starts by manipulating the subject’s, or her own, pheromones to suit her wishes. A skill not taken lightly, as this can manipulate thoughts as well as emotions--although it is not necessarily impossible to snap oneself out of.
Usually when she has you where she wants you, it’s then followed by an inevitable strangling or throat slashing from either the long microphone wire she carries around or her heart-hairpin dagger (Which functions as a switch blade). Other useful skills include her limited ability to resurrect herself (it’s been said true love never dies).
History: Cora was a heavy drinker, rambunctious partier, and a quick woman with her words; a typical 1920’s flapper. She was once a very popular jazz singer in her original world, thanks to a rising act with her twin sister… that is, until the incident.
One night after finishing the last part of her stellar act (a solo) Cora walked into the dressing chambers only to see her boyfriend and her sister performing there own routine. Cora claims not to remember the events after and denied to a jury that she knew where the blood on her hands came from. Of course no one believed her; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
During the course of the trial she persistently mourned her boyfriend, her strong denial of the facts lead her to be plead as ‘not responsible for her actions by means of mental defect’. Cora was thrown into an asylum. It was then she attempted a suicide (with the very microphone cord she carries with her today) and somehow, during all the kicking and struggling, she bashed into a mirror…
Maybe it was the way she came to mirror world that gave her abilities. Maybe it was mirror world itself. Either way, Cora doesn’t know, but ever since she came here she was ruthlessly climbing her way to the top. Just two months after appearing in the mirror realm, she was hunting for information about the boss; the Queen. At first, she was seen as a nuisance and taken up begrudgingly as a scullery maid. It was a long four years, with her difficult temper, until she clawed her way to where she is now.
Custom Title:
Sample RP: Cora sat in the corner of the stale bar as she took another puff from her cigarette, scanning the room slowly for anything potentially exciting. So far, the only thing that was happening was the edge she was getting from her gin. “Excuse me, Miss” Cora lazily slid her eyes over to the voice.
An odd-looking man, shaking nervous as he spoke “I-I was wondering if I might buy you a drink?” He asked, tripping over the sentence as it came out of his mouth. Didn’t he know who she was? “Pipe down and scram, you creep” she shot out along with some smoke from her cigarette. The man coughed “Had a bad day?” he asked, giving her what he must of thought was an endearing grin.
Cora shot up from her seat, sending the chair sliding backwards to pinball against the wall. She slammed her hands down harshly on the rickety wooden table, making it swagger slightly as she spoke “Dry up you son of a bitch” she spat through her clenched teeth before she suddenly relaxed her body.
She blinked at the man, as if making a second thought as she placed a delicate hand on his chin. The poor man just smiled dopily. “You are” she started, in a sugary-sweet voice “not good enough for me” she finished, harsh disgust evident as she took a handful of his greasy hair in her fist, slamming him down hard on the table. “Do you understand?” she asked, smirking wickedly at the man’s bloody nose from the impact.
Password: Ginger
Name: Cora Lilith Chambers
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Play By: Princess Ai from… Princess Ai
Loyal to: The Queen
Occupation: Ace of ♥
Likes:
♥Cigarettes
♥Singing
♥Jazz
♥Gin and tonic
Dislikes:
♥Flowers
♥Candy
♥Other reminders of her boyfriend
♥Drugstore cowboys
Strengths:
♥Insults
♥Singing
♥Resurrection
♥Drinking
♥Pheromones
Weaknesses:
♥Her temper
♥Mental stability
♥Reminders of her boyfriend
♥Anyone who can read her
♥Mood swings
Personality: Cora is largely your typical narcissistic and vain person. She rarely, if ever, shows concern for anyone other than herself and anything she does is always in her best interest. Unless, of course, the Queen wills her to do something. The Queen is possibly the only thing in the mirror realm that Cora holds in reverence.
Although Cora does have a softer side, it is best to be wary of it. She’s prone to sudden violent changes in mood; one minute she’s as sweet as sugar, and the next she’s the nastiest person you will ever encounter. It’s best not to make her angry, along with her habits of stomping and breaking things, she has quite the potty mouth.
However, during fighting, Cora is usually sweet and sultry. Of course, maybe if you squint real hard, you can see the underlying plan. Cora’s main course of attack usually starts by manipulating the subject’s, or her own, pheromones to suit her wishes. A skill not taken lightly, as this can manipulate thoughts as well as emotions--although it is not necessarily impossible to snap oneself out of.
Usually when she has you where she wants you, it’s then followed by an inevitable strangling or throat slashing from either the long microphone wire she carries around or her heart-hairpin dagger (Which functions as a switch blade). Other useful skills include her limited ability to resurrect herself (it’s been said true love never dies).
History: Cora was a heavy drinker, rambunctious partier, and a quick woman with her words; a typical 1920’s flapper. She was once a very popular jazz singer in her original world, thanks to a rising act with her twin sister… that is, until the incident.
One night after finishing the last part of her stellar act (a solo) Cora walked into the dressing chambers only to see her boyfriend and her sister performing there own routine. Cora claims not to remember the events after and denied to a jury that she knew where the blood on her hands came from. Of course no one believed her; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
During the course of the trial she persistently mourned her boyfriend, her strong denial of the facts lead her to be plead as ‘not responsible for her actions by means of mental defect’. Cora was thrown into an asylum. It was then she attempted a suicide (with the very microphone cord she carries with her today) and somehow, during all the kicking and struggling, she bashed into a mirror…
Maybe it was the way she came to mirror world that gave her abilities. Maybe it was mirror world itself. Either way, Cora doesn’t know, but ever since she came here she was ruthlessly climbing her way to the top. Just two months after appearing in the mirror realm, she was hunting for information about the boss; the Queen. At first, she was seen as a nuisance and taken up begrudgingly as a scullery maid. It was a long four years, with her difficult temper, until she clawed her way to where she is now.
Custom Title:
[size=5][color=FF0000]Cora: [/color][/size][color=C0C0C0]Ace of[/color][size=3][color=FF0000]♥[/color][/size][i][color=C0C0C0][size=0]The Love Card Of Souls[/size][/color][/i] Sample RP: Cora sat in the corner of the stale bar as she took another puff from her cigarette, scanning the room slowly for anything potentially exciting. So far, the only thing that was happening was the edge she was getting from her gin. “Excuse me, Miss” Cora lazily slid her eyes over to the voice.
An odd-looking man, shaking nervous as he spoke “I-I was wondering if I might buy you a drink?” He asked, tripping over the sentence as it came out of his mouth. Didn’t he know who she was? “Pipe down and scram, you creep” she shot out along with some smoke from her cigarette. The man coughed “Had a bad day?” he asked, giving her what he must of thought was an endearing grin.
Cora shot up from her seat, sending the chair sliding backwards to pinball against the wall. She slammed her hands down harshly on the rickety wooden table, making it swagger slightly as she spoke “Dry up you son of a bitch” she spat through her clenched teeth before she suddenly relaxed her body.
She blinked at the man, as if making a second thought as she placed a delicate hand on his chin. The poor man just smiled dopily. “You are” she started, in a sugary-sweet voice “not good enough for me” she finished, harsh disgust evident as she took a handful of his greasy hair in her fist, slamming him down hard on the table. “Do you understand?” she asked, smirking wickedly at the man’s bloody nose from the impact.
Password: Ginger
