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/monthly_2016_08/imageproxy.jpg.ba709a8a59976629d111d1f97707b260.jpgName: Cordula Dunst
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Appearance: A svelte bodice, alabaster skin, and a cadaverous complexion. When standing up she peaks at a glorious height of 6'0". For a woman her height, Cordula is rather skinny and hardly weighs over the average weight. She has short, kempt hair that rests just above her shoulders. The under-layer of her hair is dyed purple, the rest of it is her natural color: black. Her eyes a bright yellow, and just below them lies a hooked nose and cracked lips. Littered across her body are a variety of scars, burns, and bruises. Accompanying her outfit is a black jacket
Personality: A long time ago, Cordula would have considered herself a kind, caring young woman who actually loved the world. Through years of experience and terrible life decisions, she became the person she is today. Now, Cordula is not a talkative lady, she prefers silence over anything else. Seemingly stoic and unfathomable, she isn't a person who lets anyone get through her cold shell. Companions from the past have considered her Machiavellian, however Cordula simply explains that she's ambitious and won't let anyone inconvenience her while she's reaching her goal. Although, in her heart she has a special place just for children and kin.
While most things she doesn't take most things to heart, if you really push her to the limit, she will drop her nearly impenetrable facade. So much, that she'll go to such high lengths to get her revenge on whoever bothered her. Whether it was an object she couldn't comprehend or an extremely vexatious person.
Alignment: Neutral evil
Background: German-born, Cordula was brought up into a large household who prided on their magic ability. She was constantly surrounded by relatives, and from the beginning of her early life, she was taught the value of family was important, just as important as magecraft. Not wanting to disappoint all those who supported and believed in her, Cordula worked days and nights studying all she could about magic.
However, it was as if every God and Goddess she prayed to defied her very being. Cordula wasn't able to control some of the simplest spells. Terrified and penitent that she could not do anything right, she continued to overwork herself and research the ways of the Magus. Her incompetence to magic followed her for nearly 20 years. One night in particular, her father found her on the floor of the study, breathing heavily and shivering from a frost spell gone wrong. Immediately she was taken to a hospital where she was treated for her hypothermia.
There, she met a young girl who was in for a check up on her tumor, and found out that she was now in remission. The child had been wandering the corridors, and came across the woman's room. When the girl regaled Cordula with her victory, she celebrated with the kid from a hospital bed, hoping the best. After nearly half an hour, a mother took the child away with apologies.
Several weeks went by, and the young girl came back to evaluate on Cordula's progress. The mother said that the child spoke of her highly, and expressed her pardons profusely. Smiling, the inept mage silently thanked the both of them. Watching the child clamor up her bed everyday inspired her to work even harder to become the best mage, to protect people like them. A week later, Cordula went home and received poorly (yet cute) drawings and letters in the mail from her small friend weekly. Eagerly, she replied to each one. And so she resumed her studies, albeit with her kindred's discretion. She managed to master the strengthening technique, some advanced combat spells, and learned the ability to use objects as a medium to channel mana from the body to the object. Although, it seemed as if her work stopped there.
5 years prior to the next Holy Grail War, her family was struck with an unfortunate accident. Standing at the top of a hill, she noticed a crowd forming at the bottom near a lake. Perhaps it was the lights that drew her closer, as if she was entranced by the flashes of red and blue reflecting on the water. Maybe it was the flock of bystanders behind the yellow tape, and her curiosity needed to be sated. The conglomeration of voices shouting, screaming, sobbing, and cursing fell onto deaf ears as she pushed through the crowd. She didn’t catch onto the tears rolling down her cheeks or the shaking of heads as her fellow neighbors let her through.
Once reaching the yellow tape that restrained her from entering, she ducked below it and ran full speed to where a myriad of emergency vehicles were gathered. Someone had caught her arm, keeping her from reaching what was a body lying on the ground, a group of men and women in blue scrubs surrounded it. She felt the tears come down faster, her own voice caught in her throat as she struggled to say anything. Holding onto the person who had grabbed her, she cried into their chest, turning her head so her eyes wouldn’t leave the unmoving, small figure on the dirt. It seemed like hours passed when in reality it had only been minutes, but she was vulnerable and all emotions and senses were frayed at the ends. Adjusting her head, she looked up into the eyes of her captor, who held her so lovingly, his brown irises staring back down at her. “It'll be alright,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her to hold her closer, as if she’d turn to mist and disappear on him any moment.
“Is he really gone?” She had choked out, placing her cheek back on his chest, only this time facing away from the scene. He only replied with a low hum, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the top of her head. The tears continued to flow freely, all the noise that she had recently tuned out returned to her ears, only making her cry more.
Her weeping turned to wailing as she gripped onto his jacket, her legs threatening to crumble to the ground. She repeated the words “I’m so sorry” over and over again, burying her face deeper into the fabric of his clothing.
Cordula refused to go to the funeral. She disassociated from her past life, focusing on her future. Leaving everything nearly everything behind, she moved away from Germany. However, by the time she reached the age of 30, her young friend from the hospital grew into a teenager. Even as the distance increased, the two persisted on mailing each other. Letters in the mail turned to simple texts on social media. And as the years passed, the teen's tumor had started to spread again. This time, it seemed as if there would be no stopping it. Cordula, not wanting to lose another juvenile person, decided that she was going to save them by entering the Holy Grail War. It wouldn't be long before her dying friend reaches the end, but Cordula won't stop until she gets what she wants.
Strength: B
Endurance: D
Agility: C
Magical Energy: C
Luck: F
Abilities:
-Amethystine Strike (B): Channeling her magic through an umbrella, Cordula is able to produce a small (but dangerous if used correctly) burst of violet energy, as well as what could be similar to lasers. This can penetrate defenses ranked B and lower.
-Strengthen (C): She transforms the exterior of her umbrella, steeling it, allowing it to strike through enemies in close combat.
Equipment:
- Black umbrella
- Pack of cigarettes
- 1 Throwing knife
- Pack of mint gum
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