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[color=f6989d][h1]Cora Lyn Drake[/h1][/color]
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[color=f6989d][h3][i]“The illusion of choice is the most beautiful deception of the all.”[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=white][b][i]– Anonymous [/i][/b][/color]

[i]She is pale with dark deep eyes. While everything about her is sunlight depraved, her dark hair and black as night, like the sky with no moon to light it. Naturally it is stick straight and was a bit shorter cut than most girls’ hair, just because it was easier to deal with. Now it is long and always looks wind blown, as if she never has time or put any thought to maintaining its care. 
Her build is rather slight, like most born from the poor sections of the ship, but she is shorter than most girls her age.

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[color=white][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color]
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[color=f6989d]N A M E[/color]
[indent]Cora Lyn Drake[/indent]
[color=f6989d]N I C K N A M E[/color]
[indent]Cora - by her family
Lyn - by her friends
Drake - by everyone else who she doesn't trust and/or like[/indent]
[color=f6989d]B I R T H   D A T E[/color]
[indent]May 15[/indent]
[color=f6989d]G E N D E R[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=f6989d]A G E[/color]
[indent]18 [/indent]
[color=f6989d]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Imprisonment[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=f6989d]C R I M E[/color]
[indent]Theft, Drugs, and Defamation[/indent]
[color=f6989d]Y E A R S  S P E N T[/color]
[indent]Just a little over two months.[/indent]
[color=f6989d]P R I S O N  E L E C T I V E[/color]
[indent] Kitchen and Cleaning Duty [/indent]
[color=f6989d]C E L L  M A T E[/color]
[indent]Some chick nicknamed Runner.[/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Education & Skills[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=f6989d]O C C U P A T I O N[/color]
[indent]Flora Management and Cultivation[/indent]
[color=f6989d]C L A S S E S[/color]
[indent][list][*]Agricultural History
[*]Ancient History
[*]Biology
[*]Chemistry
[*]English Literature[/list][/indent]
[color=f6989d]S K I L L S[/color]
[indent][list][*]Working with plants
[*]Historical Knowledge and Mythology
[*]Food Management and Preparation[/list][/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Mannerisms[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=f6989d]L I K E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Obviously learning about new plants
[*] figuring out new ways of making meals
[*] searching for different plants for others
[*] helping others in general
[*] helping others out when she can
[*] music!
[*] reading
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[color=f6989d]D I S L I K E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] jerks
[*] when people think there are only two options
[*] getting stuck in her work
[*] getting angry
[*] being looked down on
[*] smelling bad
[*] people who think they know everything[/list][/indent]
[color=f6989d]H A B I T S[/color]
[indent][list][*] she bites her nails
[*] tilts her head to the side
[*] twists her hair around her finger
[*] over thinks everything[/list][/indent]
[color=f6989d]H O B B I E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] reading and learning music
[*] sketching
[*] exploring
[*] making up songs[/list][/indent]
[color=f6989d]F E A R S[/color]
[indent][list][*] dying alone
[*] never falling in love
[*] burning alive
[*] darkness[/list][/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Delving Deeper[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=f6989d]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Cora is a mellow personality for the most part. She is rather good natured and cheerful, and a pretty intense romantic. But stress can take its toll on even the most optimistic personalities. Nightmares plague her sleep. Memories of her failure have scarred her confidence. Small duties are fine for her dependable nature, but if it’s something that holds too much importance? She crumbles. She is not a leader. Cora just cannot handle large responsibilities that involve people’s lives. And it makes her feel guilty. Her creativity can be put to use and help others, but things like fights, heavy decisions, and tough choices? You better looks for someone else to help you first. Everyone else in camp might be a good place to look.[/indent]
[color=f6989d]H I S T O R Y[/color]
[indent]She was born as most children on the Ark are born: from a married couple who were permitted to have a single child. Her mother was a seamstress and her father a farmer, which meant she’d either be one or the other. And in the poverty-stricken section it wasn’t so hard to fit her into training for the farmer job when there were already so many seamstresses. She would help her mother though, when her mother was alive. But everyone’s time comes. And her mother’s… Well, at least it was quick and painless.

And then her father got sick. The bad kind of sick. On the ship it was uncommon for people to be ill and not contagious, but her father was. It could be cured by the Medical Center’s medicine, however the council had to vote on whether or not it should be used to cure him. The council decided to cure this one man, Cora’s father, would be endanger the many. With limited medical supplies, they’d deemed his prospects too grim to be worth the resources. As a farmer, with his daughter so close to the age of becoming fully trained in a year or two in his own profession, it was decided by logic. The daughter could replace the father in time anyway. So why save a dying, expendable man?

Cora couldn’t believe the cold-heart decision of the council. Her father was loyal to the colony. He had never stepped out of line. He had always done everything he could to feed the colony. And this was how he was repaid? Cora couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t bear to see him die. Not while there was medicine that could save him. She couldn’t watch him slowly die right in front of her.

So she tried, for the first time in her life, to go against the colony, to go against the council. To steal the medicine that could save her father. And she failed. They caught her before she could even leave the Medical Center. Her father never got the medicine and underage Cora was confined to the Sky Box. 

With her birthday only a couple of months away, something odd happened. Guards started pulling prisoners out of their cells, and the message gave instructions. There was no explanation. They were simply escorted to a pod, strapped into their seats and forgotten about. 

A planetarian life. They were going to go 'home'. Either that or die on a toxic  planet their ancestors had so successfully ravaged or the place they had been birthed in which was ridden with the disease of corruption. The fall to this planet would be harsh, and she knew landing would be even harsher. Kids would die, though arguably due to their own stupidity, she was sure. But when that door would open and the golden blinding sun passed over Cora’s face… It would be so incredible Cora could help but cry even just in thinking about it. 

The only thing that would make it perfect... If only her father could see it...
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[color=f6989d]T H E M E   S O N G[/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYfJTzDo-MA]Gasoline – Halsey[/url]
[sub]lyrics from the song[/sub][/indent]

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[color=f6989d]E X T R A  I N F O[/color]
[indent]More to be added...[/indent] 
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