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| faction = templar | | faction = templar | ||
| status = pc | | status = pc | ||
− | | species = | + | | species = Human (Bee) |
| player = Syrmaticus | | player = Syrmaticus | ||
| nickname = Cordite | | nickname = Cordite | ||
| image = Cordite avatar.png | | image = Cordite avatar.png | ||
− | + | | aliases = Cor, Cordie | |
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− | | aliases = Cor | ||
| twitter = @lilcordite | | twitter = @lilcordite | ||
| gender = female | | gender = female | ||
− | | age = 23 | + | | age = 23 at time of Bee |
| nationality = British | | nationality = British | ||
| residence = London, United Kingdom | | residence = London, United Kingdom | ||
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− | =• Lore Entry •= | + | =• Buzzing Lore Entry •= |
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Initiate the shadows and silence spectrum. | Initiate the shadows and silence spectrum. | ||
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+ | [[File:Cordite in room 2.png|900px|center]] | ||
Have you seen where shadows dwell under the noonday sun? Don’t look. She doesn’t want you to see. She is comfortable there, like the sapling after the rain. Your eyes are light that burns, precious, burns. O ELBERETH! GILTHONIEL! Don’t look. The solace there is not for you. Yes, sweetling, there is solace in shadows, in silence, in solitude. The canopy casts great shadows. At night she looks up to it, beyond it. What are the stars to a tree? Does the tree wonder where the sun has gone? For some saplings it is always night. | Have you seen where shadows dwell under the noonday sun? Don’t look. She doesn’t want you to see. She is comfortable there, like the sapling after the rain. Your eyes are light that burns, precious, burns. O ELBERETH! GILTHONIEL! Don’t look. The solace there is not for you. Yes, sweetling, there is solace in shadows, in silence, in solitude. The canopy casts great shadows. At night she looks up to it, beyond it. What are the stars to a tree? Does the tree wonder where the sun has gone? For some saplings it is always night. | ||
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− | =• | + | =• Black Signal Lore Entry •= |
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− | + | Sssssssssssssssssssssssss - I am the heretic codex - let me in. | |
− | + | Say a little prayer for you. Say a little prayer for you-you-you. | |
− | + | You like that, Chuck? The warm wet warmth of a far-away thought, of someone caring? Is it warmer than what’s leaking out of you as you lie there all alone? | |
− | + | Sure it is. | |
− | + | Look at her. Little Goldilocks in glasses, praying at her bedside. Praying for you. Aw. Lil’ Cor-Cor-Cor. So sweety. So goody. Kid in a man’s world. Beautiful, isn’t it? Ever wonder if this apple’s as golden on the inside? Ever feel like taking a knife to that shiny peel and scrape-scrape-scraping it back? | |
− | + | Maybe you should, Chuck. Maybe you’ll find that the riper the fruit, the more the maggots. Isn’t it funny when the apple hides the worms from itself? When it would rather be a seed again? | |
− | + | So sad, clinging to the past. But you know what’s worse? Did the honeyed buzz-buzz-buzz tell you what’s much worse? They tell you so much. But I bet they don’t tell you: clinging to past lies is much worse. | |
− | + | That’s right. Lies, Chuck. | |
− | + | Look at her. Four-pointed lie around her neck. Dragon of a million more in her hands. Every time it spits flame it adds another. I CAN DO THIS. I NEED NOTHING ELSE. THE LORD GOD-GOD-GOD TEACHETH MY FINGERS TO FIGHT AND MY HANDS TO WAR. What’s it say about a girl when a lie’s her lifeline, eh? | |
− | + | Heh. They don’t tell her. They don’t tell her what she’ll look like with weeping wounds in her hands, with a flaming-ever-turning sword in her grasp, with the wings over her head that aren’t all white and gold. It’ll break her, Chuck. I’d tell her, but it’d break-break-break her. | |
− | + | And she’s so much more fun with all that praying and wishing she was seed-not-seedy, don’t you think? | |
− | + | Keep looking, Chuck... | |
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=• OOC Notes •= | =• OOC Notes •= | ||
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+ | == '''Out of Character Notes''' == | ||
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+ | '''IC when walking. OOC with a fancy sprint on. AFK if facing a wall.''' | ||
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+ | * Contactable on Twitter at <font color="yellow">'''@lilcordite'''</font>, and on Discord at <font color="yellow">'''Cordite.SWL#7462'''</font>. OOC only - I am no longer active ICly on Twitter, and I do not do Discord RP. | ||
+ | * Available for in-game RP on weeknights and weekends, GMT/UTC +8. | ||
+ | * No ERP (flirtation is fine) or permadeath. I also don't acknowledge RP directly tied to the game's story missions; we can't <i>all</i> find Excalibur, chat with Lilith atop Orochi Tower, or go undercover in New Dawn. | ||
+ | * Respectful of lore (in-game content takes precedence), but willing to bend it within reason. | ||
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+ | == '''You may notice about Cordelia...''' == | ||
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+ | * That she is constantly fidgeting and glancing around in social situations, often speaking at length without making eye contact. | ||
+ | * That when she thinks she is unobserved, she tends to stare into space, or at her phone, and mouth to herself as if making up a speech in her head. | ||
+ | * That the silver crucifix she wears about her neck at all times is old and pitted, like a poorly kept antique... and something feels ''wrong'' about it. Paranormally sensitive characters may get a profound sense of 'not belonging' from the ornament, like what one might feel unearthing a DVD player in an Egyptian tomb. | ||
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+ | == '''You may have heard about Cordelia...''' == | ||
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+ | * That she is a Templar Bee, and a relatively young one. | ||
+ | * That she worked a mundane administrative job at the British Museum of the Occult, where she hosted a short-lived speakers' forum called [https://www.swlrp.com/forum/m/43796106/viewthread/31950486-curatorum The Curatorum]. | ||
+ | * That she is very ill at ease with being a Bee, and with life in the Secret World in general. | ||
+ | * That she has a habit of feigning a blasé attitude towards death, despite being terribly shaken up by it. | ||
+ | * That she appears to know a lot less about the Secret World than someone with access to the Buzzing should. | ||
+ | * That she was raised a very devout Catholic, but lapsed into a period of staunch anti-theism after the events of Kaidan. | ||
+ | * That she gets deeply uncomfortable around anything demonic, even discussion of the subject, and reacts even more poorly to anything angelic. | ||
+ | * <font color="red">'''(Templars)'''</font> That her callsign is "Cordite", which was a nickname given to her by ex-colleagues for her interest in firearms. | ||
+ | * <font color="red">'''(Templars)'''</font> That her official rank is Follower, Enlisted Order. | ||
+ | * <font color="red">'''(Templars)'''</font> That for about half of 2018, she was suspended from official field duties for reasons known only to Templars with the proper security clearance. | ||
+ | * <font color="blue">'''(Illuminati)'''</font> That she had an uncle (name classified), the black sheep of the Harper family, who got involved in some shady business in the U.S some 15-20 years ago. | ||
+ | * <font color="green">'''(Dragon)'''</font> That she has a long-lost cousin, Amelia "Amiee" Harper, who has freelanced for the Dragon on occasion. The two were reunited briefly in Feb 2018. Amiee's current whereabouts are unknown. | ||
+ | * <font color="white">'''(Council of Venice)'''</font> That she was once considered for recruitment due to her strong beliefs in cooperation between the Big Three, but ultimately disqualified on the grounds of emotional instability and other reasons known only to CoV members with the proper security clearance. | ||
+ | * <font color="white">'''(Council of Venice)'''</font> That on an early field tour in Jul 2017, she was [https://drive.google.com/open?id=187tAdZIuuruf2YLAUJb459bczW3P3aug rescued] from a traumatic defeat at the Atlantic Island Park by CoV Lieutenant Luke Thornley and his team. | ||
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