Post by Corinne Grove on Jul 10, 2010 22:28:29 GMT -8
Corinne Grove
-BASIC INFORMATION-
Full Name: Corinne Elyse Grove
Preferred Name or Nickname: Cori or Cor
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 28
Date of Birth: June 3rd, 1984
Main Character Classification - (List): Human
Character Type: Hunter
Power(s): None
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral): Good
Hometown: Middletown, Maryland
Current Residence: Camp Chitaqua
-DETAILS-
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5'4"
Body Type: Slim
Distinguishing Marks: None
Tattoos and Piercings: Pierced ears, angel wing tattoos in between her shoulder blades, the word 'disobedience' on her ankle.
Vehicle (if you wish): 1972 Dodge Charger (a little more beaten up than before, but she still runs).
Personal Style (write a short paragraph):
Cori doesn't wear earrings anymore, or any jewelry for that matter. As for clothes, she could care less about style. You can find her in only sensible sorts of things. Chucks and tennis shoes are the preferred footwear. T-shirts, sweat-shirts, and hand-me-downs cover the type of shirts she wears. Jeans, sweats, and once again, whatever she can find work as pants. Basically if you give her any sort of clothes, she will wear them. Cori's hair is nearly always worn up. It's much easier to control this way. She doesn't have time for make-up. Not like there's anyone to impress anyways. And of course you can always find a pistol tucked neatly into the back of her pants and a couple guns strapped to her person in various places.
-PERSONAL INFORMATION-
Likes (3 at least):
-Rain
-Swimming
-Running
-Punching assholes in the face
-Flying in airplanes
-Fighting
Dislikes (3 at least):
-Infected people
-Waking up early
-Bees
-Demons
-Being treated like a baby
Strengths (3 at least):
-Takes orders well
-Learns quickly
-Smart(not only book smart, but street smart too)
-Can clean things very well
-Good at covering up tracks
-Experienced in hand-to-hand combat
Weaknesses (3 at least):
-Stubborn
-Too blunt and often pushes people away
-Won't accept help from others
-Likes to drink and do drugs
Dreams for the Future: To just get through the day.
Fears: Infected people, being tortured to death slowly and brutally.
Hero(es): Alex Grove.
Biggest Secret(s): Cori tries to hurt others before they can hurt her.
Personality (write a decent paragraph):
THEN
Corinne is a very different type of girl. She likes when people show interest in her and are nice, but hates when they try to take care of her. She's pretty independent and would rather spend a weekend alone, reading a book. Rather than spend on shopping at the mall with a group of people. Cori takes directions well. If you ask her to do something, she'll usually do it. Mostly she is a pretty nice person, until you make her angry and then she turns in someone less nice. Though she rarely holds grudges. If she has a problem with you she state it, argue it out, then be your friend again the next day. Cori likes to be the person that fixes people's problems and she likes being the one they come to for help. There are two sides of her; the rough outer-shell and the soft interior. When push comes to shove, she'll throw a few punches back. But if you need help and you're scared, she'll be the one that comforts you.
NOW
Rough. Cori just doesn't give a fuck anymore. She used to care about others to the point where she would sacrifice herself for them, and now she looks out for herself. No, she's not selfish, she just can't be bothered with all your silly little problems. She walks around with her gun strapped to her back looking like she can kick your ass. There's a lack of attachment to anything now. A while ago she was still looking for love, still believing that someday she'd get out of the hunting business and have the perfect life. Maybe she'd even start a family and pop out a few kids. Now she's all work and no play. Though if you get her drunk enough she'll show you a good time. Try talking to her, go ahead, try making stupid idle chat and ask her how she is. Cori resembles a robot now more than anything else. She keeps her emotions locked up, even if she's very upset about something. When pushed too far, she can be brutal. Over the years her hunting skills have advanced and she's turned into the perfect little soldier. Give her an order to kill and she'll do it in the blink of an eye. Her loyalty belongs to the highest bidder, the person who can offer her the most. Cori's a bitch. She'll be honest with you, even if it hurts. In her mind, it's her against the world. All the little pieces of hope she had are gone, now she's just bitter and angry. Not at anyone in particular, just pissed at the whole freaking world.
-CHARACTER HISTORY-
Father: James Grove (Deceased)
Mother: Elena Grove (Deceased)
Sibling(s): Alex Grove (Deceased)
Children: None
Other Family: (close family) Timothy Hugar (Grandfather)
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends) None
History:
THEN
Cori didn't have a perfect childhood, but who does? Her parents were good enough people, but they had a weakness for drugs and alcohol. In the end, that proved to be their demise. When Cori was 9, she and her brother Alex went to live with their grandfather. He provided them with everything they needed; food, shelter, and clothes on their back. But in return he made them hunt. Well, not so much Cori as Alex. Her grandfather and brother would be gone all night and come back in the morning smelling like smoke and blood. She didn't ask her brother what they did, she figured if he wanted her to know, he'd tell her.
So her life went on like that for the longest time. Until she turned 15, that was. Alex and her grandfather went out for a "hunt", that's what they called it. Not like they ever explained it to her. They were gone longer this time, but Cori didn't worry about it. Maybe there was a lot of good game around these areas. When her grandfather game home the next evening, looking more worn out then ever, she knew something was wrong. Alex wasn't there. When she inquired to where her brother was, all her grandfather said was that "he didn't make it" on the hunt. Of course, this left her distraught.
When she first started getting trained to be a hunter, she didn't understand it. If demons wanted people, why not let them take 'em? How was it their problem? Cori was fueled by her anger. Each demon's face she saw was the one that killed her brother. Her grandfather trained her hard and brutally. He made her strong. She hated him for it, every second of every day. She used that hatred to fuel her yearning to get better at hunting and fighting. To begin with, she didn't give a crap about demons. But in the end, all she wanted to do was kill them.
When Cori turned 18 she took the keys to her grandfather's car, $600 he had in a jar on the fridge, and got outta that town. When the old man died, he left all his things to her. Cori sold the house and most of his things. From there on she went from town to town hunting and doing other things to make money. In the town that she's in right now, she's a waitress at a little cafe.
NOW
For a while there as her world crumbled around her, she went on pretending everything was alright. She was utterly alone. There'd been a few other hunters she'd become friends with, but they were killed on a hunt. A hunt they were supposed to have under control, they should have been able to handle it. So Cori hadn't thought anything of staying home and sleeping off a bad hangover. But there were more demons than expected and her friends, the people that had trusted her to have their backs, were brutally killed. The guilt ate at her. The headlines in the newspaper didn't help either, they said that there was a serial killer on the loose, when Cori knew the truth. Drowning her feelings in drugs, alcohol, and sex, Cori started on her downward slope.
Cori gave up on happiness in 2012. She decided that nothing good was gonna happen. Basically all she did was hunt, eat, and sleep. Over the years she grew cold, pushing those few people she'd been close with away. She turned into a hunting, working-machine. There was no passion left in her life. For a while she survived on her own, just scraping by. The world was shattered. She was forced to move into a survivor camp. Though she hadn't wanted to. Why did she deserve to live? What good had she done? Cori didn't deserve it, but she went anyways. At the camp she did whatever she could to help out, she tried to work twice as hard as anyone else, just to prove her worth. Cori isolated herself from people, only talking to them if work needed to be done.
In 2010 she made a deal with a demon. Daigh Hades. To get back the soul of her brother Alex, who was killed when she was 15. Cori was given 15 years and in return she had to do whatever Daigh said. Whether it was to kill this person, or to do some kinky little trick, she had to do it. Over the years the tasks died down a bit, instead of speaking once a week, it turned to one a month. And so on. Cori knew Alex wasn't happy he was brought back, but he put on a happy face for her. While both went to survivor camps, they were separated along the way. With no way to communicate with her brother, Cor can only hope that he's alright.
And that's where her story leaves off.
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Cori gasped, the water stabbed into her like a thousand knives. Well, it didn’t literally stab her. But the sheer freezing temperature of the liquid felt like a thousand needles poking into her skin. Through her skin, into the muscles, making it hard for her to move. She felt like there were weights on her shoulders and tied to her legs, pulling her down, though in reality it was just the heavy coat she was wearing. For a few moments she struggled in the freezing water, trying to fight the stiffness that was coming over her muscles. Her hands moved throughout the water in front of her, like she was swatting at an invisible fly. Her legs kicked, though they were starting to feel weak. It was that horrible feeling of waking up in the middle of the night and finding out that your hand or arm or whatever was asleep. And you move your fingers and make a fist and then your fine. But that wouldn’t work now. She couldn’t just wake up from this nightmare. It was real.
She was sinking, both in real life and in her mind. The feeling of impending doom traveled through her body. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this! She was supposed to be able to kill a stupid demon. But he was stronger than she’d expected. She’d gotten in a few good blows, but in the end he’d just pushed her into the water and run. The area was chilly this time of winter. But the water was colder than anything she’d ever felt before. Teeth chattering, fingertips blue, she tried to make her way over to the shore. But it was that damn coat that was weighing her down. Moving ungracefully, still treading water, she pulled her left arm out of the coat, trembling. Moving her right one out, she tugged a little harder. It just wouldn’t come out! It took her a few seconds to realize that her watch was caught on the lining of the coat. Trying to stay afloat, pulling her right hand out of the coat using her left hand, and freezing cold, it was such a struggle. Desperation filled her mind as it was still caught in the goose-down lining. Pulling hard, splashing water onto her cheeks, Cori took in a shaky breath.
Closing her eyes, she stopped treading water. There was nothing left anywhere. Nothing worth fighting for. She was alone and helpless. It was funny because she never thought that she’d die this way. It wasn’t going to be her that was so stupid and alone and it wasn’t supposed to be her that died. She was supposed to be the strong one. But that was just too hard, to difficult. So as the water crept up to her neck and then her lips, she pretended it was all a dream. One of those dreams where you wake up right before something really bad happens. Her chest felt tight and when the water engulfed all of her, she didn’t fight it. This was how it would end, why try and change it? It was just too hard having to be the strong one, having to deal with it all. Everday was a fight to survive. She was done fighting.
Alex was in her mind, yelling, screaming. He was telling her to swim. Telling her to fight! But she ignored it. Cori let the air out of her lungs, little bubbles floated up to the surface. She could get on with her life. Well, the last few seconds of it. It killed her to be giving up so easily, but there was also a sense of freedom. No more being strong, no more holding back tears and screams, no more fighting, no more getting hurt, no more being rejected. Nothing more. Nothing but her and the blue water that was wrapped around her. There was a burning in her lungs, but she tried to block it out. The more intense it got, the more she tried to think of better days. Days when she and Alex were just little, but they too were painful. Though she didn’t mean to, Cori took in a breath, ending up with lungs filled with water.
Coughing and choking, she was felt relieved when a lightness came over her. Almost like she was detached from her body. And then there was just darkness. Just nothing. And just like that, she faded into the darkness.
-Taken from another Supernatural RPG site-
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