* -- life in technicolor

[cora west.]

cora kendall west
twenty-three , citizen & happy .

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YOUR NAME elle
AGE twenty.
GENDER female.
YEARS ROLEPLAYING since the dawn of time...
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FULL NAME cora kendall west.
NICKNAME c, cor, west
BIRTH DATE july 2, 1986
AGE twenty-three.
GENDER female.
GROUP citizen.
GRADE not applicable.
OCCUPATION waitress at scarborough's.
HOMETOWN los angeles, california.
HERITAGE polish.
SEXUALITY heterosexual.



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HAIR COLOR blonde.
EYE COLOR blue.
HEIGHT 5'2".
WEIGHT 110.
BUILD cora’s a naturally attractive girl, with bright features and a petite, slim stature that many girls work all their lives to obtain. that’s not to say that cora didn’t have to work for her physique; she goes to the gym almost everyday to keep her maintain her slim figure. her dedication to working out seems to be paying off, because her shape has never been better. with model-worthy legs and a stomach so flat that you could probably balance a wine glass on it without risking any spillage (that is, if she doesn't breath), she's definitely been pretty blessed in the physical department. she even manages to fill it out her clothes well - although she doesn't have breasts as big as she'd prefer, they're pretty much perfectly sized for her and her clothing.
FASHION SENSE

cora is very conscious of her fashion choices. her style could probably be classified as boho-chic meets park avenue princess with a touch of rocker chick mixed in, but that might be overdoing it. in reality, her style is just a mixture of all the facets of herself (plus haute couture) – and it always reflects her mood. really, if you want to know what she’s feeling or what her mood is, don’t bother looking deep into her eyes or anything silly like that – instead, just look at her outfit! for instance, if she’d in an angry mood or something she might be seen wearing a chunky chain-linked necklace or a darker, more neutral ensemble. if she’s in a good mood, look out for bright colors and flirty frocks. Her obsession of the moment? colored tights. they can really brighten up any outfit, and this is the part of the application where i start to sound like a fashion writer so i’m just going to stop.

PORTRAYED BY kristen bell.



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LIKES

• her job.
  
• topher.
  
• singing.
  
• dance dance revolution (she's a pro).
  
• guitar hero (she's also a pro at that).
  
• rock stars.
  
• silver-colored plasticware (it is a paradox! it appears to be something it’s not, and she loves it).
  
• woodgrain-patterened paper plates.
  
• dogs.
  
• animals (she’s always been good with them, kinda like snow white).
  
• the x-files.
  
• heels that are so tall they almost resemble stilts.
  
• being a girl.
  
• clothes.
  
• fashion.
  
• ryan seacrest, for some strange reason.
  
• horror flicks.
  
• zombie flicks, of course.
  
• shaun of the dead.
  
• the beatles.
  
• john lennon.
  
• being a natual blonde – with so many fakers out there, it's comforting to know that she's all real (well, except for those highlights she got about a month ago...)
  
• music.
  
• men speaking with english accents.
  
• men speaking with irish accents.
  
• men speaking with scottish accents.
  
• men in general.

DISLIKES

• her job, sometimes.
  
• rock stars.
  
• zombies.
  
• people who don’t like zombie movies.
  
• straight-up espresso.
  
• waking up next to a guy she’s obviously slept with but totally doesn’t recognize.
  
• when people assume she’s sweet just because of the way she looks.
  
• andy doyle.
  
• toes.
  
• brushing her teeth with warm water – it has to be ice-cold.

STRENGTHS

• driving. come on, she’s from los angeles.
  
• making coffee.
  
• school work.
  
• somehow paying her rent and funding her fashion addiction on minimum wage plus tips. luckily, she got a loan for school that she doesn’t have to pay off for another six months.
  
• singing. she's a great singer, actually.

WEAKNESSES

• sleeping with men on the first date. she never understands why they don’t call back.
  
• her ‘passion for fashion’. don’t let her near any upscale stores after she’s gotten her paycheck.
  
• cute guys.
  
• coffee.
  
• topher.
  
• the fact that she doesn’t care as much as she should about relationships. the only real one she’s ever had – with pete – broke up because she couldn’t love him as much as he loved her. she just can’t bring herself to care for someone so much more than herself.

GOALS

• not to go bankrupt.
  
• to find a suitable boyfriend, for once.

FEARS

• dying in her sleep.
  
• dying young.
  
• dying in general.
  
• being broken up with while naked, because she’s seen it happen in movies.
  
• being buried alive. she has a really intense fear of cemeteries in general, actually.
  
• a zombie attack!

SECRETS

• she got chlamydia when she was in high school.
  
• she has a major crush on her best friend topher lane.

TRAITS

• happy.
  
• witty.
  
• sarcastic.
  
• caring.
  
• empathic.
  
• generally, nice.
  
• competitive.
  
• protective.
  
• peaceful.
  
• curious.

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PARENTS

kelly west , forty-five , mother
real estate agent

benjamin west , fifty-one , father
real estate agent

SIBLINGS

none.

OTHER FAMILY

sparkles , one week , pet goldfish
professional swimmer

BULLETED HISTORY
When Cora West was born in sunny Los Angeles, California on July 2nd, 1985, Kelly West took one look at her and immediately pointed out her most obvious flaw – “She has blonde hair.” This heartless reaction would remain a constant in the poor girl’s life, as Kelly was a judgmental woman who had made it her purpose to point out every little flaw her daughter possessed. And it only got worse as Cora grew older – the criticisms became harsher and more constant. “Don’t slouch,” – age five. “Stop playing with your hair,” – age six. “Don’t drag your feet,” – age eight. “Your hair is absolutely dry, go put some product in it,” – age thirteen. “Why are you wearing that outfit, it makes your ass look huge,” – age fifteen. “Honey, are you sure you want that croissant?” – age sixteen – you get the idea. Benjamin, Cora’s father, didn’t like to get involved in Kelly’s affairs (he was slightly afraid of her) so he mostly stayed out of his wife’s conversations with their daughter and focused on his work. Fun family, no?

It wasn’t long before Cora began to rebel from her mother and try to find herself. Unfortunately for Cora, however, her method of rebelling wasn’t exactly healthy and it probably did more damage to her than it did her mother’s pride – because, Cora…she had an affixation to rock stars. Well…wannabe rock stars, anyway. Not exactly the most sincere guys on the planet, eh? Every guy she brought home was seemingly the same: Dark, messy hair, eyes smudged in what could only be drugstore-brand black eyeliner (she once had a guy ask if he could borrow her lipstick – no joke), outfit that was more than 60% leather, a tendency to screw everything that moved…you get the picture. Obviously, Cora was hurt quite a few times by these rockers, once even physically – oh, you should have seen the look on her face when her gynecologist announced that she had Chlamydia. It was hilarious.

Needless to say, Cora’s sworn off the rock stars. A broken heart she can get over, but an STD? Uh, no.

As you can probably infer at this point, Cora doesn’t have a bad head on her shoulders. While she can sometimes find herself making the worst possible decisions (Capris with tennis shoes? At her height?), she generally knows when she’s wrong and how to fix things. Dating rock stars not working? Go cold turkey and date a geek.

So, that’s exactly what she did.

She was nineteen when she met Pete. It was her first year at UCLA – film major – and she was rushing to a class that she was late for because she’d taken too much time looking for parking. She run straight into Pete, knocking over the ridiculous amount of books he had been carrying. Cora didn’t drop anything, but she did fall – and the books did fall on her. After Pete spluttered out an “Oh God, I killed her!” Cora got over her shock and got up. She even helped him pick up his books. “I’m so sorry,” Pete had apologized as Cora attempted to laugh her pain away, “you probably think I’m a big…psycho or something.”

“Oh, only a little,” Cora grinned, signifying just how much she was kidding. “No, it was totally my fault, I’m kinda clumsy.”

“You?” Pete appeared surprised, but he wiped the look off his face quickly.

Cora smiled. “Well…enjoy your day…um…”

“Pete.”

“Pete.” She smiled. “I’m Cora.”

They didn’t see each other again until a week later at a bar in central Westwood Village. Pete didn’t seem the type to go to bars, so it struck Cora as quite odd that he would pick the same night as she did to break his mold. Pete would never tell her, but he’d been following her since their meeting and waiting for the perfect time to talk to her again. They laughed over drinks (Cora was somehow able to charm the bartender into serving her when she was obviously underage), coming together with their mutual love of The X-Files. “When I was younger,” Cora had admitted after a few martinis, “I wanted to dye my hair red and change my name to Scully.”

“Me too!” Pete exclaimed. Cora shot him an odd look, furrowing her brows with slight confusion. “I mean…” Pete trailed, “Yeah. So I’m gonna go put a bag over my head now.” He began to get up.

“No, no,” Cora giggled and forced him back down, “I think it’s cute.”

“Yeah?” Pete asked with mild surprise, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Sure. Scully.” Cora grinned.

They were together for about three years. The first two were great – they stayed up late watching Letterman, they wasted time playing Dance, Dance Revolution and Guitar Hero together in his apartment, they bonded over their mutual love of Scully and Mulder (and their shared opinion that, while Gillian Anderson has only grown prettier since the days of The X-Files, David Duchovny has mysteriously lost his eyebrows), and Cora even used him as the subject of her short film for one of her classes.

”Tangerines!” Pete yelled, stomping his foot on the ground. “Where are the tangerines?!”

The last year, however…things just started to get weird. They didn’t have much to talk about anymore, Pete didn’t want to leave the apartment (he basically lived in sweatpants), and she was just getting tired. So, she broke up with him. It was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do – especially with Pete wailing at her not to leave – but she knew she had to do it. She’d tried to save the relationship, she really had…but she just couldn’t take waiting around anymore. She wanted to live, to experience life, and Pete obviously didn’t.

“Please, Cor,” Pete pleaded, nervously tugging the hem of his dark green Costco-brand t-shirt down over his gray Costco-brand sweatpants. “Please, don’t go.”

“Pete…” Cora trailed, biting her lip. “You know I love you. But I just…I can’t anymore. I feel like we’re leading different lives.”

“I can change!” Pete quickly struggled to get his t-shirt off, “see?!”

Cora paused. “Pete, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s the sweatpants, isn’t it?” Pete asked, distraught. “Cora, I can stop wearing them! Please!”

“Pete!” Cora exclaimed, stepping forward and stopping his hand from tugging his sweatpants off too. “Pete, it’s not the sweatpants. It’s just – it’s not you, it’s me,” She sighed, taking her hand off his, “I just don’t think I’m ready to be in a relationship right now. It’s…it’s not the right time.”

Pete’s eyes flickered to the nearby digital clock. When the minute changed, he returned his gaze to Cora, expectantly. “What about now?”

Cora sighed. “Pete, please don’t make this hard.”

“It’s hard because you don’t want to break up either!” Pete exclaimed. “I can see it. Just – come on, come to bed, we’ll talk – ”

“Pete!” Cora stopped him, throwing her hands up to signify ‘stop,’ “It’s over. I’m sorry.” She kept her blue eyes locked on him for a moment, as if taking a final mental snapshot…and then she left.

Two weeks later, she was on a flight to Seattle, Washington. She’d left without telling anyone – she hadn’t even quit her job – but she felt like she needed a change. A fresh start in a fresh town…what could go wrong? She'd always wanted to go to Seattle.

She got a new job, this time in a restaurant, Scarborough's, in the city. It wasn't the best job, but it paid the rent. And her boss, Carlisle, is like, totally awesome, so that's a plus!

After a few months in the city, she finally transferred her credits from UCLA to Seattle University so she could finish up her degree. Since it was pretty late in the year to apply for spring semester, the school wasn't keen on taking a spontaneous dropout so late, even though her grades were pretty top notch. Somehow, however (maybe it was her kick-ass essay, maybe it was her kick-ass smile), she was able to enroll just before the spring semester started. Although some of the people fit the classic “rich bitch” stereotype, the students were nice enough. She even met her current best friend there, Topher, who was a TA in her “Techniques of Feature Writing” class. Needless to say, she earned an ‘A’ in that course without even having to show up more than a few times…

As if that life-changing decision to move to Seattle wasn’t enough, her life took a drastic turn a about six months later when she was twenty-two. Topher, who had by then risen up to the coveted ‘BFF’ status, got a DVD as a present for his birthday. Even though it was something he didn’t seem too interested in watching at the moment, Cora insisted on popping it in. Why waste a good present? Topher didn’t really protest, so they watched it. That movie? Dawn of the Dead. Although she was completely scared through the entire film, she was completely enamored by the thought of zombies. So, like any self-respecting person who didn’t want to die in the event of an attack, she got prepared. Currently, there’s a closet in her little apartment that’s filled with bottled water, Spam, and various weapons to help fight off the undead. Topher thinks she’s crazy, but Cora just sees herself as prepared. “You won’t be laughing when your Uncle Earl is ripping out your jugular!” She had threatened him one night as she was placing more canned food in her nifty closet.

As of the late, there have been no zombie attacks, but Cora is still convinced that one is coming. According to her, all the signs are there.

Now a college graduate, Cora’s life seems to be going pretty well (save for the fact that she can't find a writing job anywhere). She’s got a pretty tight circle of friends (yet, there seems to be no steady ‘boyfriend’ figure – she just can’t seem to hold onto guys very well because she seems to always fall for the wrong type), a great little apartment near the beach where she lives blissfully alone, and a job that manages to pay her rent and her fashion obsession – oh, yeah, and she just found out that her ex, Pete, recently won the California lottery.

”Is there anything you would like to say, Mr. Turner?” The grinning reporter asked Pete outside of his apartment, just one day after he’d won the Superlotto.

“Yeah, actually – Cora West, you suck! Look at what you’re missing! I hope you’re really unhappy!”

“O-Okay – ”

“But you can call. If you want to. I haven’t changed my number.”

“Thank you, Mr. Turner – ”

Pete clutched the microphone tightly in his grasp, “My mom never liked you.”

“Can we cut!?”

“And that dress was too slutty!”

Needless to say, Cora never called.



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ANYTHING ELSE avenue q.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE "the moles on your arms look like constellations of the stars!" topher exclaimed.

cora stared at him in disbelief. "...yeah, okay, bye." and, with that, she left.

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--- cora fucking west has been accepted.
--- don't forget to visit the claims board first.
--- thank you for joining, and welcome to the sleepless city.

x.o. anna

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