Name:
Cordelia Guila Lione
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Age:
18
Team:
Black Team
Rank:
Scout
Chosen Weapon Specialty:
Blowgun
Strengths:
✔︎ Fast Learner ✔︎
✔︎ Strong Climbing Skills ✔︎
✔︎ Somewhat of a Strategist ✔︎
✔︎ Herbal Concoction Training ✔︎
✔︎ When She's In The Zone, Nothing Can Distract Her From Her Objective ✔︎
✔︎ Scavenger (Can find resources in nature to help make objects she needs) ✔︎
Weaknesses:
✗ Hates Bugs ✗
✗ Horrible Liar ✗
✗ Sucker For Hot Guys ✗
✗ Afraid To Venture Out Alone ✗
✗ Not Confident In Her Ability To Kill ✗
✗ A Little Shy When Meeting New People ✗
✗ Hates To Lose In Any Capacity, No Matter The Opponent ✗
Personality:
Cordelia is a sweet girl who is like almost any other normal adolescent girl. She's attending college and is a good student. She picks things up fast, but cannot focus on her abilities. She doesn't come to terms that she might be good at something. She's very good at mostly anything she does, but since she lacks the confidence to do so. As a direct result of this, she doesn't expand her horizons very often and might come off as a little awkward at first. Since she doesn't expand her horizons very often, she sticks to individual games that she played as a child. Games like chess, checkers, and other strategic games that she played with her grandparents. Since she played these games a lot as a child, she became a bit of a strategist, playing out every move in her head to ensure her win. Also, if you beat her, she may or may not kill you, and if she doesn't, don't expect to be talked with for a number of days. Cordelia is a horrible sucker for cute guys. (Please notice the marquee at the top, thank you) Also, she has a freaky attachment to her blowgun. Don't touch it. Period.
Appearance:
[Brief] Background:
She was born in a small town in Montana, where her parents, unfortunately had to give her up. But instead of giving her up for adoption, her grandparents took care of her. Her grandparents owned a large farm in Montana, where she grew up. While she was growing, her grandpa worked on the farm and she learned the fundamental aspects of education. She was home-schooled, but very diligent with her work. When she was old enough to work on the farm, she offered, but her grandparents said that they were sending her to a school in a larger city in Montana, where her aunt and uncle lived. She had never liked her aunt and uncle very much because they were very rude to her. When she had to stay with them, she was sure that they wouldn't treat her like the other children. And she was correct in thinking so. Each time Cordelia would get an A on her test, she would get ignored, but when one of the other children got a B on a test, they were celebrated and Cordelia was scolded for "not being as amazing as the other children". It was drilled into her mind that she wasn't very good at anything. Until she found the blowdart, which her friend gave to her as a small token of their friendship. She thought it was fun because it had a suction cup dart that she could shoot at a target, but little did she know that the small delight in the blowgun would turn into a secret obcession that she had to hide from her aunt and uncle. She would go and practice every day and soon, she grew confident enough to shoot a bunny. And when she did, she felt a mixed emotion of fear and elation. She was happy she had killed the rabbit, but was also sorrowful because she had killed a beautiful piece of nature. In high school, she learned about different herbal concoctions which she memorized and tried out on multiple animals and figured out what kinds of mixtures worked on what kinds of animals. And then, one day while in her freshman year of college, she woke up and two doors faced her. She picked the black door because it seemed like it was... beckoning her.