Welcome student [#15] who happens to be a [PRIVATE COLLEGE STUDENT]. Around campus you have been told you look a lot like [MADELAINE PESTCH ]. We hear that your name is [ CORDELIA PETROVA ] and that you are [TWENTY-FIVE ] years old. We hear that you can be [ ENCHANTING] but also [ MANIPULATIVE ]. Lately you have been saying [ CHANDELIER BY SIA ] relates to you a lot in life, and that [ RED BLOOD ACRYLICS &. AND CRIMSON PETALS ) are your most common muse. We heard you decide to major in [CRIMINAL LAW ] at North Chancellor and we can’t wait to welcome you. (tatiana/tatia,23,est ,she/her).
POSITIVE TRAITS: responsible, strong &. loyal
NEGATIVE TRAITS: manipulative, volatile &. unhinged
ZODIAC SIGN: leo
FAVORITE COLOR: red
STORY OF MY LIFE :
When she was a child her dad told her every night that she was destined for greatness, her name itself descended from a ruler itself. so she always expected nothing but the best when it came from either of her parents, even the world. As she grew older, she never had a worry in the world, her father was a nature born Sicilian just like herself, her mother was born in new America but one trip to Italy and fell in love with this big powerful man. she was merely a few years old and was welcomed with luxury and opportunities not a lot of people had but this was her life and she shouldn’t apologize for it.
Her parents never expected too much from her, just to act as she should in front of guest. As she grew older she wished that she would be part of this normal life she saw on tv. normalcy was never anything for her but that all changed when her parents brought someone else home, someone that crazily looked like her and in her she found a friend, someone that she could look over and protect from their overbearing mother.
things changed when Thalia decided to become in contact with her father, cordelia didn’t see the need but yet regardless she supported her sister through what she needed, she never knew that her sister would betray her ever. one morning as she was getting ready, she decided to wear her grandmothers necklace but it was nowhere to be found. the necklace had been stolen by Thalia’s father and there was no way that the younger petrova did not know.
something clicked within, cordelia. something just changed and things became more difficult, in front of everyone she was the same perfect delia but behind closed doors she was ready to hit rock bottom. her pregnancy had been something that she didn’t even know had happened, she was terrified but nonetheless came clean to her mother thinking that she would find the perfect solution but once again she was wrong, her mother forced her to the nearest clinic and the baby was just but a passing memory.
she pushed all her problems deep down, a place where no one would ever find them. kept her focus on school &. her drug habit deep from anyone who could know, how dare she disorder the petrova last name.
she’s excited, over joyed truly. beau is coming in &. she jumps in. his arms literally ❝ you’re not going to believe what just happened ! ❞ she muses as she shows him the announcement of the party. ❝ Lydia’s idea really pulled through ! ❞ she honestly didn’t think that they would get this far into it but she could never say no to a party. ❝ so, I took the initiative to get you a little something - something ❞ she walks to her closer taking out a black matte encasing covering what truly was inside, pulling down the zipper slightly , so that he would get just a glimpse ❝ it’s blvgari, limited edition &. you’ll be the first to wear it. so I need a lot of pictures that night . you can tell me how much you love me by taking me out for ice cream, sounds good ? ❞
her brims pressed tightly together as she examined herself in the mirror, she was in the mood for some tanning &. just needed to see which bikini fit her best. seeing the door open, she turns to see the blonde ❝ what brings you around to see, little ol’ me ? ❞ she inquired with a flip of strawberry blonde locks as she sits on the couch patting the spot next to her ❝ you doing okay , lovely ? ❞
she tilted her head to the side as she spoke into the phone ❝ I love the colors, I just feel like we need a little extra don’t you think ? ❞ she says to lydia on the phone until she comes face to face with nico. ❝ hey, pretty girl. let me call you in a minute. ❞ she mused towards the phone &. turns to look at nico, who already made himself welcome in her dorm. ❝ I’m very busy, as you can tell so whatever it is, can you speed it up ? ❞
fingernail twirling strawberry blonde hair as she leans on the desk, hearing the older man dismiss the class she makes her way out, down the corridor. she hears the call of her name &. she turns around slightly to look at the blonde homme before her ❝ can I help you with anything ? ❞ he voice is low but tired , all she wants to do is sleep until tomorrow.
she’s trying different dresses that were all encased in black bags, of course her father would have volunteered to make sure cordelia found the best dress. seeing the door of her room open, she turned to look at alana. ❝ oh you’re going to be geeked, my dad sent us dresses from gucci’s new fall collection, I’m thinking strapless but I’m still deciding. ❞ she points at the un touched rack of dresses sealed in their black compartment ❝ by the way, daddy sent those for you, he said think of it as an early birthday present &. he won’t take no, for an answer but what’s up with you, you vanished yesterday, I thought we were going to get drunk ? ❞
fluttering long lashes as each stroke of the brush leaves them, turning to look at herself in the mirror. chocolate hues scan her features &. she smiles back blowing a kiss to herself , always the most vapid. walking back into the corridor of the hallway, crimson petals pressed together meshing the color as she sees the same femme walking her way, stopping in her tracks. a mischievous grin coats her features ❝ coming back for more or are you just going to start yelling again ? ❞
❝ the best man in the world? oh i’m taking that and running with it , make sure everyone knows you said that about me ❞ he answers playfully, knowing not everyone would agree , but he didn’t care . he had made an effort to create a friendship with cordelia , and as long as she knew that he cared deeply about her , that’s all that mattered to him. his grin widened as she said that he was attending all of her parties from this day forward and gently nudged the red haired femme with his hip. ❝ i should be been invited to all of them regardless of my mixologist skills, bitch, ❞ he playfully argued.
a small giggle leaves her BRIMS as she hears beau ❝ oh come on, I’m sure everyone knows that , starting with lawson. ❞ she jokes teasingly as she made her around the booth &. linked her arm with his as they began walking through the carnival, the red solo cup in each of their hands. it was strange to her, how much of herself she could be with him. she wasn’t just some rich entitled vapid girl, she was more &. there was no one that saw her like that , the way beau did , for that she would eternally grateful ❝ talking about lawson, how are things going, any better ? ❞ she knows that she bombards him with her issues , she would like to help him in some way or to just be an ear to listen. ❝ um, EXCUSE ME , hoe. I have to literally beg you to come to my parties, next time I don’t want to hear a peep from you , awesome ! ❞
as much as alana sometimes tried to pretend she was different than the redhead femme , truth was , they were more alike than most when it came down to gossiping in secret & using their wealthy priviledge to their advantage . which explained why the duo could’ve often been found like this , arms l i n k e d while whispering in each other’s ears . ❝ it’s true , ❝ alana admitted with a heavy sigh , looking down . ❝—the marco part at least , because he denied ever being with someone else after i came over that night , ❝ she continued , although the words itself sounded bitter on her end . ❝ anyway , we got into a fight & then he basically stormed off like a fucking child , blaiming me for not trusting him , ❝ a scoff then left the blonde , shaking her head . ❝ can you believe that ? ? as if i’m to blame for the trust issues he set in place ? ❝
sometimes she believed that there was no one like her but then she realized that she had someone like alana. they had both come from FAMILIES that used money as a tool &. they both learned that at a very young age. ❝ I mean, I’ve known gray for a long time, lana &. I don’t think that he plays for the other team . ❞ she was sure, she would bet her life on it. ❝ look im not going to sit here &. takes sides ——- well I DO take sides ❞ &. it was always towards alana, she knew grayson &. how PERSUASIVE he could be ❝ but —— oh lord , I know I’m going to regret this but —— what if he didn’t ? what if he’s really telling you the truth this time. ? ❞ she knows that she shouldn’t get herself involved but maybe she could help &. if one out of the two was happy, then she could settle for that.
milo truly didn’t know or even understand how he’d got roped into do the palm reading at the tent within the carnival but he was having the time of his life pretending to guess everybody’s future. milo grinned as the familiar red head walked into the palm reading booth and smiled right at him. “hi, sweet delia. don’t seem so surprised,” he beckoned the girl forwards with his fingers and tapped his other hand, “give me your palm, please. i’m going to tell you what your future holds.”
she places the drink on the floor next to her as she hands milo her hand , manicured fingernail resting on the palm of his own hand ❝ not surprised ——- maybe a little envious. you could see my future all this time &. couldn’t even give me a heads up on all the red flags i could have avoided, —— that’s selfish milo. ❞ she mused towards him, the same smile etched on her porcelain features. chocolate hues scan his own, though it seemed hypocritical , cordelia was a walking red flag herself ❝ well , go ahead —— tell me what you see ? ❞
“you of all fuckin’ people wanna talk about unoriginal? you’re barely even a person. you’re a damn clothes mannequin. gucci, fendi, whatever the fuck. you and your little minions are all the same,” she barked back. “you’re all brand and fake smiles. no substance. i knew girls like you in high school. i was friends with girls like you in high school. you don’t phase me.” ribs struggled to contain her heartbeat’s violent thumping. “so do you wanna buy a kiss?” she asked, an attempt to appear unbothered. “or are you gonna kindly fuck off?”
cordelia reveled in making people burst out of their skin, it was something she just enjoyed. ❝ i’m truly amazed you know half of those brands —— wouldn’t think someone like you could even pronounce them . ❞ of course, anyone who saw the argument would know that cordelia, was the bad guy here, yet she didn’t mind being the villain, someone had to be. ❝ if you wanted a kiss that’s all you needed to say . ❞ smiling, she leaned in crimson petals against the girls, it lasted more than she thought it would. pulling away she smiles, sliding a fifty dollar bill her way. ❝ next time, just ask. ❞ she says as she hands her a napkin ❝ you have a little something ❞ she mentioned as the girls face was smudged with her signature red lipstick. turning away, she heads back to her booth, her usual smug smirk painted on crimson petals
“dang is he really running that late? boys will never learn,” mason sighed smiling over at cordelia before nodding. “i’d never say no to food, plus we can always send grayson pictures of our food to make him jealous,”
she nodded her head as she spoke ❝ right, I’ve known the kid since we were in diapers &. he still doesn’t get the gist . ❞ she says practically annoyed at the fact that grayson’s tardiness would never change. linking her arm with his, she begins to drag him along ❝ okay, so what’re we feeling ——- pizza, nachos, a burger ——- or we could just say fuck it &. go get drunk at the booth ? ❞
“I don’t know why I feel like I can trust you.” Luciano remarked looking over at Cordelia from the booth they shared. “But how do you come out to someone you like when you are in unfamiliar territory?”
cordelia turns around as she looks at luciano ❝ thanks ? I think. ❞ she turned her sight back to the camera at hand. listening to what he had to say , she nodded &. turned around do that her sight was on him solely. ❝ when I first told my dad ——- I was nervous. maybe even a little scared ——- it’s not like I was ruling men off completely, I just noticed that it wasn’t really whether it was a guy or a girl but more along the lines of who made me feel special, he told me that I was stills his daughter, now my mother was a different story —— she said I was disgrace &. that I should feel ashamed of disobeying gods order or whatnot but the point of the story is you come out when you feel ready —— &. fuck what anyone else thinks . at the end of the day , you’re the only one, who truly has to deal with those choices. ❞
❝ i love it ! ❝ the blonde admitted , a somewhat dreamy sigh leaving her . it came to no surprise to her that delia managed not to participate in the university event , hence it definitely wasn’t her f i r s t time & truth be told , if alana ever so wanted , with a single phone to her own father she could’ve done the same . but , unlike her friend , this kind of soiree was something she enjoyed . ❝ i’m always up for a drink , especially with what i have to tell you , ❝ both tone & the look she gave delia indicated she had some tea to spill .
she smile flipping, strawberry locks over her shoulder ❝ thank you, thank you . ❞ she mused towards her friend as she listen to what she had to say ❝ oh my god, spill now . ❞ she grabs her phone &. links her arm with alana’s. was it about grayson ? who was she kidding, it was always about grayson. ❝ what happened, after I left ? I saw him with beau, he was taking shots back to back, I assumed the conversation didn’t end to well ? so was it true ? did marco really kiss him ? ❞ she noticed she had been throwing million questions at her ❝ okay, you talk &. I’ll listen ——- ❞
beau hated being the centre of attention . he tried not to involve himself with many people at the university , but was friendly enough that he didn’t come across like he hated everyone. ❝ i’m your favourite ? i’m pretty sure sophia and alana won’t let hearing you say that, ❞ he confessed, pretending to get cocky because of her comment , although he knew she meant it in a playful way. ❝ it’s vodka mixed with…something ? ❞ he comments back, unsure of what he actually mixed together , but it tasted good regardless. ❝ my next profession should me a mixologist or something, i’s fucking great.. ❞
she was a prodigy baby, since she started walking at nine months, everyone around her was amazed at what she could do. her only mistake was getting pregnant but if you didn’t count that, cordelia has a stellar record. ❝ sophia &. alana are my soul sisters at heart, you on the other hand are amazing &. the best man in the world . ❞ she mused as she plops her index finger on his nose ❝ &. just cute as a button . ❞ she teased, knowing very well, she only felt as relaxed with someone as she did with beau. ❝ vodka —— that’s it . ❞ her signature go to liquor, if it wasn’t vodka or tequila, she didn’t want it. ❝ oh, you are definitely attending each &. everyone of my parties from now on —— you’re officially hired ! thank god, we live together . ❞ she says smiling towards the homme before her.
she’s leaning on the booth, pictures in her hand as she leaves them behind where grayson’s stuff had been placed. seeing mason she turned around smiling ❝ hey hun, can you tell grayson I left him the pictures there &. that I’m going to eat alone because he’s taking too damn long, unless you wanna tag along ? ❞
