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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;][b]FIRST NAME Cordelia
MIDDLE NAME(S) Emely
SURNAME(S) Mikaelson + many others.
SEX Female
GENDER Female
ROMANTIC ATTRACTION Unknown
SEXUAL ATTRACTION Unknown
ALLIANCE The Insignia
RANK Lieutenant
AGE 10 months physically/mentally/spiritually.
Posts by Cordelia Mikaelson.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: auto; height: auto; font-size: 38px; color: #B7B1B3][justify]Δ[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #B7B1B3; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto; text-align: justify;][sub]People didn't take the clan-selecting process as seriously anymore. After all, you could simply just up and leave if you got tired of one place. However, Cordelia still went through the pros and cons of each place, for some unknown reason to even herself, seeing as she didn't quite care about leaving a certain alliance at all. Perhaps she simply enjoyed the satisfaction that she was getting optimal results.
So, she was obviously going to choose an AntiClan. It was simply something that had to happen. Not that it mattered much anymore, with tangled alliances, allies with allies with huge enemies that were allies, AntiClan and ProClans having tea together. But it felt right. She wasn't about to choose BloodClan, they were all far too rowdy and too full of themselves. DarkClan didn't feel right. ShadowClan was too pretentious. All the way through, she did her elimination process, until she found that the Insignia wouldn't be a bad plan. After all, she did have quite a bit of heritage there.
And, of course, she could still simply leave if it was necessary. Even through all of that (though it certainly didn't take too long for her), she wanted a quick route away if need be. So that was how the vampire ended up on the border of the Insignia, a placid look on her face as she waited. Cordelia was not about to waste her breath if nobody would hear.
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"Cordelia Mikaelson. Joining," she introduced simply, gaze still trained on Lilith, whom was apparently also related to her through adoption, not as though Cordelia was aware. Yet, at least. It wouldn't surprise her in the least if it was ever mentioned, though. She was one of many children from Emilia/Scarlett and Elijah, or even just Emilia/Scarlett in general. She hadn't met most of them, and it wasn't in her life bucketlist, but it wasn't in her life bucketlist not to come across more.
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"Thank you," she responded, as she was predicted to. She may as well be predictable instead of drag on an unnecessary, forced conversation with Lilith. However, they did seem to be a spare few that held more emotion than their clanmate, such as 'Dorian Pavus'. She noted the name, silver eyes flat as they blinked over him. She may as well remember him, so she could avoid him. Eyeing the smiling lion for a few moments, she spoke in the same tone as she had used previously, "I'm doing well. I presume you are as well." Outward judgement. He could be completely losing his sanity inside, Cordelia knew very well. But before you got to know the inside (if at all), the outside was necessary. Even happier than the previous male was Lifelessons, who seemed a bit...out of it, to say the least. The eyes seemed to be blind as well. "Thank you to you as well."
ooc | it's chill omg
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i do not take credit for these + do not post here.
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"I'm aware of who you are," she mused. "You could be here for multiple reasons, however." Rejoining? Doubtful, but plausible. Visiting her husband? Definitely a very reason she could be showing up. Visiting Cordelia? She wondered. Perhaps.
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So, she would make an effort to be a bit less harsh to Elijah, and Scarlett as well, though she wasn't able to see her as much as her father to be fair. A faint smile did appear, though the remains of his last feeding annoyed her immensely (she was a rather clean girl, perhaps slightly neurotic.) "Hello, father."
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"Cordelia Mikaelson. Welcome to the Insignia, Lovino," she finally introduced, before giving a nod and walking away before any more conversation could ensue, so she didn't have to waste oxygen.
ooc omg i remember lovino
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She loved it so much that it was quite overwhelming to see the mass amounts of the liquid and not sink her teeth into the neck of the much larger dragon. But, it wouldn't be much fun. After all, it looked somewhat severe. So, spared was Lansa. "Do we have an official medic team, or is it anyone that knows what they are handling?" she commented smoothly, speaking around her fangs.
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The vampire let out a slight sigh, taking a sip of her tea, which was practically the only thing she had except for, well, blood. It wasn't as if she could actually eat anything.
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Cordelia Mikaelson was quite neat. She cleaned up after herself, and only ended up leaving twin holes behind in the neck of whatever victim she managed to snatch up. And however sophisticated she may be, but using a glass would take it too far. "A glass?" she mused, not making a move to follow the commander, but staring straight at her with stormy eyes. "...Interesting. Pretentious, but interesting."
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The question, however, caused her faint amusement to return. The look on her face said it all, but she spoke anyway, "Direct child of Emilia and Elijah, yes." Her heritage wasn't something to turn her nose up at. After all, they were two originals, and Emilia was the leader of the very clan they were currently residing in. "Do you have connections with them?" The question could be perceived as innocent and just to preserve small talk, though with Cordelia, she wanted to know for some reason. Perhaps it was just her thirst for knowledge.
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However, she did find it interesting that Lilith was disowned of all things. Cordelia knew that surely there must have been much embarrassment that came with that. She was slightly pitiful. Sort of. "That is, in fact, the sigil. I believe you," she mused as the commander proved her statement, not that Delia really needed it. Sipping a bit of her tea, she commented with a slightly sly undertone, "Was there a certain reasoning behind this? Or favoritism?" This was curiosity in it's finest.
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"...Whatever it was, then, it must have been bad for that turn in event to occur," she concluded simply, logically. She couldn't really comfort Lilith on the matter, nor did she have any desire to. It frustrated her that she didn't know the whole story, other than Emilia suddenly having an issue with the commander. Perhaps she'd have to meet with her mother one day and ask about it, though she had no will to give Lilith a good word. Or a bad one.
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She said nothing. She could not approve or disapprove the message, and someone else would have to decide if the Insignia would attend.
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But she curled her fluffy white tail around her paws, silver eyes eyeing the former ThunderClan leader with some type of interest, that soon faded after she got her original read on the current Nobleman.
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"Is there a motive, or simply just a visit?" She didn't quite mind either. If this was professional, than it would be professional. If it was just for the sake of family, well, Delia would probably make a slight attempt to loosen up.
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Gift baskets were definitely not on the list of things to deliver. She was not the friendliest, most approachable being there was out there. It was for the benefit of everyone else that the silver-eyed 'snake' didn't volunteer.
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A soft sigh slipped from her lips, eyeing the glass as it was drained from blood. Perhaps she would take a meal at some point in the close future. She was getting slightly hungry. "...It's fine, I suppose," she said. She didn't really have an opinion on the Insignia so far. It wasn't the best, nor was it the worst, in her opinion.
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