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Cordelia Stafford

Don't mistake life for a fairytale or else, even the slightest bit of magic will be shattered into thousand pieces and vanish from your world...

~Simple things you should know~

I am now : 17
You must be blind if you can't tell I'm a : Female
Major Skills:Rhythmic gymnastics, Dancing, Photographic memory
Minor Skills: Cooking, Singing

~Who am I?~

This is what I've lived through : I was born in America but soon after my birth I moved to Japan in Tokyo. My mother was Japanese while my father was American so that makes me a half blood. I have blue eyes but because I like to fit with others I always hid my eyes beneath my bangs. Well that was pointless but it still became a habit of mine to keep my eyes hidden. I had a happy and careless life until I turned 5 years old. My mother died in an airplane crash after returning from a business trip. I cried when I found out my mother would never return to me again but my father took care of me so well that I soon forgot the pain that I had after I lost my dear mother. Even though I was mostly alone at home ,since father had to work, I was still happy. My father would always promise me to buy me a new toy when he would come back before a business trip. With that he probably wanted to tell me that he would always return to me no matter what.

At my 8th birthday my father returned home with a woman and two little girls, one around my age and the other two years older than me. He said to me with a smile "My present to you my dear daughter is a new mother and two wonderful sisters." At first I didn't like the idea but after I spent some time with my new mother and sisters I enjoyed being with them. But even those happy times didn't last for long. My father fell ill and soon after that he lost his life. After loosing my father I didn't have much strength in me left but at least I still had my new family right?

Well that wasn't quiet right. I even believe that my stepmother killed my poor father. She started to treat me like crap. I lost the beautiful room my father had decorated for me, the toys he had bought for me all those years long and the beautiful dresses. What were left were just some shabby clothes and an almost shattered room. For them I became a maid and worked all day long.

Hmmm... Sound familiar right. But please don't mistake my life with a fairytale cause unlike the Cinderella story there won't be a charming prince to rescue me on his white horse. The only one who can rescue me is myself.

My stepmother at least allowed me to go to the same school as my stepsisters so I could continue my education. My stepsisters always acted nice to me, had an angelic smile and a wonderful personality but I knew their true faces so there was no way I could act nice to them as well, but that was a great mistake because that's what they wanted. People thought of me as a heartless person that didn't know how to be grateful to people. I was left lone, I had no friends, and even if I tried to explain the fact that I was their maid they would never believe me.

Once, while I was returning home I found a street group dancing. I loved the way they moved and how careless and free they seemed. I wanted to be like them so when I went to school, I skipped classes and practiced dancing on the rooftop and sometimes I even sung. Because of my photographic memory I managed to be good at school as well and make my sisters angry since I was better then them.

While I was practicing dancing on the rooftop a girl saw me. She was the captain of the gymnastic club. She said to me that watching me move was beautiful and entertaining so she begged me to join her club. I accepted even though the other members weren't so happy. Gymnastic made my body very elastic and it helped me move better in dancing. I became really good friends with the captain and my smile returned once more but... well... she died as well in an accident. It seems like every person dear to me end up the same way.

With that, I stopped trying to get close to people. I didn't go to the club anymore even though I continued training by myself on the rooftop of the school. Like that I kept my body in good form and I didn't bother anyone. So that's probably everything that happened to my life so far. Truly a nightmare right?

People say I am : mysterious, distant, cold
Well it would be rude to refuse: + (Like)
+ Dancing
+ Music
+ Meat
+Crosses
I'm sorry but i have to say no : - (Dislike)
- My new family
- Spiders
- The undead

~Behind me~
I forgot to tell you : I was bullied as well but... well they soon stopped after I finished some business with them. (I can be dangerous as well)
Theme Song : Kugatsu
Creator : Black-Tea-Doll