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 Frost, Cordelia, Eris|21|Mila Kunis

Cordelia Frost

Eris
Enhanced
21 years old
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Jul 6 2018, 09:40 PM
Delia
Cordelia Frost
Eris
21
HFC Personal Assistant
Boston Mass
Mutants
Mila Kunis
Welcome. Have a seat please and we can begin. We'll start off simple. If you could please give us your name, along with any nickname, alias or codename you might use. We also require your age and where you are from.

The room was cool and Cordelia felt rather confident about this interview. She was a Frost even though the vapid troll conducting this thing had no clue of that, and Frosts simply didn’t fail. They didn’t need to know she was poor little Cordy, Delia Do Wrong. “Helen Parr” had gotten this far on the sheer merit of her ability, her recommendations, and her powers. Nobody here had to know she was Emma’s little sister until she shocked her older sister at the first board meeting when she showed up with coffee.

So she smiled with a confidence that radiated truth. ”My name is Helen Parr. I am 21 years old, and I go by Helen, Hel, and Parr. My old shrink used to call me Eris, after the greek goddess of Strife and Discord. I always found that ironic.”

Now, how would you describe yourself?

”In all honesty I’m a bit of an odd duck.” Cordelia admitted. Her body language was tough to read, simply because she threw everything she had at shielding this giant bore’s emotions from herself. Last thing she wanted was to start mimicking her and wind up thinking staying in and making decoupage was more fun than going out and partying. “My heterochromia didn’t give that much away?”

In all actuality, nobody would ever know how strong Cordelia really was. She'd had noone to teach her about these powers that made her feel like she was crazy until she doused another person in her emotional drama. When they manifested and she tried to explain to Adrienne why she couldn't come out from under the bed, Aide had simply drugged her and thrown her on suicide watch at the nearest padded celled facility. Cordy had learned to shield as best she could, to project as minimally as possible, and to manipulate feelings all on her own. She’d built herself a glass cage of emotion to exist inside, and found release in her own numbing vices. She was afraid every day to step outside her apartment and be hit over the head with the city’s emotions. She embraced life enthusiastically these days after her failed attempt to end things put her into the hospital in Amsterdam. Lord, she was never doing absenth and coke together again...

Tell us something positive and negative about you.

’Careful consideration went into the next few words. ”My father used to say I was spunky.” She admitted. ”It was a bad thing as far as he was concerned, but I like to think it’s what lead to my resiliency. You don’t grow up in the house I did and not learn to take your lickings. So I’m spunky and resilient, and I think those are positive things. Negative? Well, I am a spoiled brat and I know it. People always gave me what I wanted to make me go away when I was a kid, so now I’m not used to being told no. In fact, I don’t really remember a time I was told no and accepted that as a viable answer. I have ways of turning a no into a yes. So you really shouldn’t bother with the rest of this interview and just draw up my contract.”

Delia didn’t care if her dry humor fell on deaf ears here. She was more than happy to convince them to change their minds.

Could you tell us about any family, friends or significant people in your life?

This was the tricky part, and where her empathy came in handy. Cordelia focused to project happy sappy hippy dippy energy as she chatted on about Helen’s fake family while in essence her mind was on her real one.

Winston Frost was a ruthless father who insisted to this day she wasn’t his daughter. And because Cordelia wasn’t really a Frost that meant he could beat her when she didn’t do things the way a Frost would. Or when she started to be pretty he could touch her in ways a father wouldn’t touch his real daughter. Or how she rebelled against anything he represented, refused to be touched unless she initiated the contact...

Her mother Hazel, the perfect trophy wife with the pharmecutical office in her medicine cabinet. How she’d encouraged Cordelia’s musical talent as a pianist and a singer as a child, but when the Julliard audition was scheduled she was too high to attend the private concert. It was okay, Cordelia didn’t attend it either. She’d been having facial reconstruction after Winston smashed a crystal decanter into her cheekbone for bringing him the humidor of Corona cigars instead of the Cubans.

Her brother Christian. Cordelia was so young when he went away. To hear Emmy and Aide talk about him, he was like a mythical creature- beautiful and good and sweet and everything Winston despised in people because he equated goodness with weakness.

Her oldest and late sister Adrienne. The evil bitch had never cared for Cordelia, and the only time they interacted was after her powers manifested when Aide gave Cordy the code to Hazel’s medicine chest. When she’d died, it had barely registered. Cordelia had long stopped bothering to be a thorn in her biggest sister’s side. Adrienne didn’t care if she lived or died, so why should Cordelia?

And Emma. Emmy. Her shining beacon of hope that the last name Frost didn’t mean you were going to wind up a drug addict or a psychotic killer. Emmy managed to bring grace and dignity back to the family name with a sense of style and penache. Her diary was filled with letters to her older sister, things Delia had never worked up the nerve to actually send to Emma. Now-- now she was here, under a fake name sure, but it was to, in a way, be closer to her sister. Try and make her proud. Emmy was the only one who’d ever treated her the littlest bit like family, and Delia took that inch and ran a mile with it.

Last there was Lenie. True Selene wasn’t really family by blood, but she was the only person alive to survive one of Delia’s empathic overloads and still stick around/ That made her worth more than gold to Cordelia. Maybe they bonded because they both had their own daddy issues, she didn’t know. But Selene was her person, and Cordelia would be remiss not to count her among the family when she’d even managed to remember Aide….

What talents, powers or abilities do you possess? Do you have any weaknesses?

A slow smile spread across Cordelia’s lips. ”I’m an empath.” She said matter of factly. ”Which means I can both interpret and replicate the emotions in myself and other people. You can’t lie to me, I know you’re feelings. I can manipulate your emotions at my will. I can make your feelings intensify and I can make you feel something you weren’t a few moments before, provided you’re capable of feeling that emotion. I am an artist and can only make art with the tools required. Sometimes a focus makes it easier, like music. When I play piano or sing I can focus the emotional impact better. It’s less explosive and more--like a subtle hint or soothing massage. There’s also this thing that happens when I truly connect with someone. It’s like thi emotional cord that runs between us, like a telephone line. I feel what they feel, and they can feel me too.

The weakness to all of this is reception wise there’s no off switch- I always feel other people. Sometimes it overwhelms me so I take it in and lock it down. But that only works for so long and then it explodes and bathes people as far away as the bottom floor of my apartment building from my penthouse in the stored and overly intensified emotions. I can heal emotional damage, but to do that I have to tap into your emotional trauma and kind of live it for myself. And I have to touch you to do that. ”

Thank you for your time. We'll have this interview processed in no time. Meanwhile, please exit to the door on your left.

Cordy smiled again and shook the interviewer’s hand. As they touched, she allowed all of her confidence in her own abilities to flow into the other woman.

The job was in the bag.

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