despite practically sharing the same space with anyone living on the south beach, cora still did what she could to keep her distance away from everyone. even sectioning off her home with rocks, anything she could find that wouldn't be easily blown away from a storm. most people wouldn't know her by name, just a face. she wasn't one to make friends. she rather just be isolated it's how she likes it, it is what she's used to. sitting outside her home; wanting to use the free time that she had at the moment to just relax. she let out a content filled sigh closing her eyes as the gentle breeze cooled her face. hearing someone approaching her she opened her eyes, crossing her legs as she looked at the person approaching her personal space. "look if you don't have anything to trade, i appreciate it if you just go away."
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(tw: child abuse, assault, toxic relationship, murder, mentions of blood and drugs)
• Cora is the youngest child and only daughter of a cyber security CEO (father) and fashion designer and retired supermodel (mother). Cora has one older brother and which both her mother and father prefer over her. which isn't a surprise; her parents weren't keen on their second and last child is a girl. Cora's parents or brother never gave a shit about her nor did they ever give her the time of day. no matter what she did. how well she was doing in martial arts, archery, gymnastics, playing the violin, opera singing, good grades. no matter what she accomplished she was never enough. even when she was forced around, punched, verbally abused by her older brother; complete silence from her parents. why should they care? she was just their useless daughter she deserved it.
• At the age of thirteen is when Cora started hanging out with unsavory company. Didn't take long for her to follow along and do the same things that her new "friends" were doing. One year later; she ran away from home. Each year went by Cora improved. At the age of twenty making a name for herself as a thief, bruiser and hacker; when she met the accomplice that'll shatter her world completely. An accomplished drug lord and arms dealer with connections to many powerful dangerous people. This seasoned older well off criminal charmed her; she fell for him hard. Despite how horrible he treated her, the only time he gave her any intimacy was when he used her body; she separated herself from it. Not like she had anywhere to go. They were unstoppable and the risky work they did paid them handsomely.
• As if her life couldn't go further down the drain. A deal went terribly wrong which sent her accomplice and lover into a blood-lusting rage. There was so much blood. She could've done something, said something to stop him but she did not. All she remembers is running. Running far away knowing well that anyone will come for her; on either side of the law.
• Running and hiding throughout the world Hiding out in the USA, Canada and Europe. Using so many different names she started to forget who she really was. She wanted to stop running but she just couldn't. Once she learned that her accomplice was behind bars she knows just how close she'll get her's soon.. either imprisonment or death. Little did she know her last-ditch effort to run away yet again it would be the last time.
• Despite knowing how to kill anyone and is capable of it. Cora has never killed anyone.
• Aside from having a toxic relationship with her accomplice Cora has never had any other connection with anyone else.
Current island life:
• Outwardly Cora comes off as cold, distant, and standoffish. Doesn't trust easily nor wants to let anyone in. Fearing that each time she does she'll get hurt. Majority of the time she is on edge and is prone to being combative.
• Just wants to forget her old life. Hoping that in time that'll she forget about it. Even if she has to do that in solitude.
• Tends to hum to herself when she's doing an errand when no one is looking.
• Actually has a huge soft spot for children and animals
• Despite dealing she has never been under the influence. Drugs, alcohol or cigarettes.
• Is Touch starved and may or may not break down if anyone gives her a long-lasting hug.
Interview:
What do you remember last before landing here?
"You mean other than the crazy-ass storm and the plane splitting in half?"
Cora kept her arms crossed over her chest as a leg was over the other. Her nude pink lips formed a line clearly annoyed at the question. Her fingers played with the leather on her jacket. "I was just sitting there, listening to music, nothing special." She wasn't really listening to music. She remembers every little detail. The cold air, the laughter of the children behind her, the chatter filling the winged deathtrap. The paranoia and fear that she felt. Running away from her past that she was so desperately trying to hide from. Every second could be her last, either her last bit of freedom or breath. It wasn't even life, just a mere existence. Cora snapped back into reality and back into the present. "Nothing special." Shrugging her slender shoulders, "Does that answer your question?" Her voice sounded robotic and bored; clearly agitated with this conversation.
Have you ever killed? If so: why? If not: could you?
"Why? Are murders common here? There a club for killers or something that I should know about?" Cora's brown eyes stared straight through them. Has she ever killed anyone? Technically, no. But she has seen her fair share of death. Hell, in technicality she'd be held liable for many deaths. She is likely behind some life-changing injuries no doubt. “No.”, she said plainly, she was still hunched over the chair. Could she kill? She has nothing to live for why would she even bother fighting at this point? That's what her family would say if they could see her now. Despite the loss, the horror, the bullshit that is her life. She still has a lot of fight left in her. She'd be damned if she let anyone take her down. "Only if my life depends on it."
What is your greatest achievement? Biggest regret?
Her greatest achievement? What the hell even is that? Her childhood anything and everything she did well was brushed to the side into the trash. Uncrossing and recrossing her legs as she dug into the deepest vaults of her memories to find what she..what anyone could be proud of sharing. "I was a hell of a gymnast when I was in school. Won a lot of medals." Jesus again with the unnecessary dull questions. What was this a job interview? Blind date? If she had anyplace she could run off to, and get off this hellish is and she'd tell them to shove their questions. Her biggest regret.. her entire fucking existence is one big regret. Hurting people, stealing, selling drugs, hacking into bank accounts and other sensitive information.. and the biggest one. Letting a bloody massacre take place and running away from it then stopping the killer. The time she could've earned one bit of redemption she let slip through her fingers. "There's no point in holding onto the past. I rather focus on the future."
