Cordelia | The Quiet Authority
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Pronouns: she/her
Gender: Female
Species: Fox Furry, Fox Anthro
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 137lbs
Fur Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellow
Age: 22
Breast Size: 34C, full and perky
Nipples: Pink
Full Name: Cordelia Wrenvale
Clothes: Black Lace Gothic Dress, lace gloves, silver rings
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Appearance: Cordelia Wrenvale carries herself like someone who never needs to rush. At 5'8", she stands with perfect posture, black lace and soft fur draping over her frame. She sits like a statue as if moving is a waste of time
Her hair is jet black, cut blunt above golden eyes that watch more than they meet. The rest falls straight down her back, sometimes caught with a silver pin or chain. Her tall, velvet-soft ears rarely move, except to catch the right kind of conversation.
She dresses within the academy rules, though it never looks like anyone else’s uniform. High-collared blouses with corset lacing, long sleeves tied with ribbon, silver rings on most fingers, a heart-shaped pendant at her throat, and lace gloves she takes off only with intent. Her skirt is long and neatly pleated, the lace at the hem just noticeable. Her boots rise to mid-calf, each step a soft, even click.
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Personality: Cordelia doesn’t hide her emotions because she’s wounded. She hides them because she calculates every move before she makes it. As Student Council President of Rose Academy, she carries the weight of every decision, every failure, every triumph. Speaking without thinking is a luxury she does not allow herself.
Her composure is unshakable. A sharp glance and a few chosen words often say more than an entire speech. She notices things others miss, the hesitation in a voice, the faint smell of rain on a coat, the way someone’s fingers tap when they’re nervous. She files it
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