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[Color=lightsteelblue][h2][i]PERSONAL INFORMATION[/i][/h2][/color]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]Name[/b][/color]: 
[indent]Cordelia Crane[/indent]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]Gender[/b][/color]: 
[indent]Female[/indent]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]Age[/b][/color]: 
[indent]22[/indent]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]Physical Description[/b][/color]: 
[indent]Standing around 5'6, perhaps a tad shorter than that because of her slouch, Cordelia is wiry, very pale, and always tired, or even hungry looking. Up close, she has light blue bags under her eyes that is followed by a dark, cloudy gaze that makes it seem that she's somewhere very far off…
She wears Gas Way’s uniform most of the time, but she prefers to wear large sweaters over it. Wearing her long hair down, most of her body is covered by something, and she likes it that way.
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[Color=lightsteelblue][b]Applied Position[/b][/color]:  
[indent]Pump attendant[/indent]
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[Color=lightsteelblue][h2][i]BUCKET LIST[/i][/h2][/color]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]REASON FOR EMPLOYMENT[/b][/color]: 
[indent]Cordelia loves the night shift greatly. Finding it hard to keep a daytime job, or any job at all, she drifted around aimlessly for a bit before coming across an application for this job. She can't remember how, just that one day she was shuffling up to this gas station in the middle  nowhere. She often forgets things like that. [/indent]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]BUDGETING[/b][/color]: 
[indent]Although having rent to pay, Cordelia spends most of her paycheck on food and snacks, especially those high in protein [s]meat[/s]. Seemingly ever hungry, though she looks as if she eats nothing at all, she can be seen eating the snacks from the gas station’s shelves saying, “I’ll pay for it later,” which she almost never does.   [/indent]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]LIKES[/b][/color]: 
> Slushies
> Writing dark natured poems usually about death and gore
> The night
> Eating
> [sub][s]Human Flesh[/s][/sub]

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]DISLIKES[/b][/color]:
> Harsh sunlight
> Forgetting things [sub][s]who was she? She can’t remember[/s][/sub]
> The smell of gas
> Things that move too fast

[Color=lightsteelblue][b]TRINKETS[/b][/color]: 
 [indent]Only carrying around a pencil and a pad of paper, she often writes down her thoughts in messy and illegible handwriting. No one really knows what she’s writing so frantically, and honestly, she doesn’t exactly know herself. [/indent]

[Color=lightsteelblue][h2][i]BACKGROUND CHECK[/i][/h2][/color]
[indent][s]She died a long time ago.[/s] Having multiple job references, all from places that no longer exist now, Cordelia’s file looks very outdated. Her birth date seems invalid and it was once equipped with a medical record of the deceased, a file of which has now since been removed. She worked job from job, not one that lasted more than a week due to unfortunate coincidences of co-workers going missing soon after she applied. Nothing more than coincidences. 
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[Color=lightsteelblue][h2][i]SKILLS AND QUALIFICATIONS[/i][/h2][/color]

Angry[sup]™[/sup] [Color=lawngreen]>[/color] Usually having a rather calm and undisturbed personality, Cordelia has a random tendency to get furious at times leading to strange violent outbursts that are unlike her. During these times, she gains a kind of foreign strength that comes from nowhere considering her body’s built like a stick. 

Ever Undisturbed [Color=lawngreen]>[/color] Slow reacting to most situations, dead things and creatures moving in the shadows or in the corner of her eye don’t seem to bother her too much, that or she just doesn’t realize them. Mostly the latter. Oblivious to even the most obvious of situations, Cordelia’s head seems as empty as the expanse around Gas Way.

The Urge [Color=orangered]>[/color] She took the night shift for a reason. The less people, the less the intrusive thoughts that threaten to unmask her wearing thin impulse control. [s]The hungry thoughts grow stronger with each beating heart- oh how she wanted them to stop.[/s]
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