#Cordelia Gallo

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Cordelia Gallo, Print extra for @gosickzine in 2021. Sketch and final version.

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My piece of the Gosick girls I did a while back for @gosickzine

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A/N: For the Mystery of the Blue Rose zine! So many memories brought back writing this, including actually finding out there was a sequel series (come on, gimme an ova!).

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Lust

Albert de Blois knew of greed. No, it would be safe to say greed knew of him. It owned him, possessed him, like a curse that only grew bigger with time. Nothing was ever enough, neither the silken suits he donned nor the trophy wife on his arms nor the gold in his vault.

There was always more to be had, more to take. His greed knew no bounds and he coveted what others owned, taking what he desired by hook or by crook. His estate grew bigger, his coppers plush, and still it wasn’t enough. Food tasted like ash, his sleep was fitful, his every waking thought consumed by more.

He did not merely want an estate or two. Even having the king’s ear and controlling policy couldn’t slake his thirst. No, Albert lusted for power, for control, for the world.

And finally, the key for his success was here, in a dim dungeon in the middle of the forest. In an isolated castle that protected his precious cargo from those who would try to take it from him. Albert stood at the door, looking through the bars at the golden-haired girl sitting blankly on the floor. To anyone else, she might have seemed like a normal ten-year-old, if a bit quiet and withdrawn. With her threadbare clothes and dirt-stained face, she looked like a ragamuffin urchin from the streets.

Others would be fools, not seeing the treasure before them.

“My grey wolf,” he whispered. Even the moniker felt like it held power, making the world shudder once it hit the air. Albert smirked as the girl glanced at him, her eyes as empty as her heart.

She would be smarter, wiser, stronger than her kin. Most importantly, she would be obedient, a mere dog instead of a wild wolf.

It had been foretold that he would rule the world if he could get a wolf in his hands. There was one now. The path ahead was set, his years of planning and preparation almost done. It wouldn’t be long before she could walk down it and take him to its destination.

“Soon,” he promised, turning around.

His destiny was so close he could taste it. Maybe then, he’d finally know rest.

Hate

Cordelia Gallo knew of hate. It filled her every waking moment, a dark, black desire that sank into her bones, reminding her of its existence with every step. Her chest constricted with the memories of a cold, blond man, of his leering smile, of his fingers pressing into her skin hard enough to brand. Even now, she was certain she’d find his mark on her, connecting her to him.

But then again, she already had a connection with Albert de Blois that could never be severed: her daughter.

Cordelia shivered. The fire blazed in front of her, flickering merrily as it tried to stave off the chill. It was an uphill battle, considering she was sitting on a log in the middle of the woods. Yet, she was certain it wasn’t the cold breeze nor the dropping temperature that left her freezing to her core.

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” Brian Roscoe murmured as he draped his coat over her shoulders. It was still warm from his body and she pulled the edges closer until it engulfed her.

Not that it was too hard to do; unlike any of her kin, he was tall and broad-shouldered. She felt like a child in his clothes. Cordelia looked up and smiled. ��Thanks.”

His twin brother sat down on her left, spreading his coat on her lap. It looked like a blanket on her legs. Quietly, he asked, his voice terse, “You were thinking about her again, weren’t you?”

She didn’t bother to deny it. They always saw through her. After travelling together as long as they had, she would have been surprised if they couldn’t. “Won’t you get cold?”

“Not if we’re like this.” The first Brian sat down on her other side and held his hands to the fire. He smiled softly as he rubbed them. “We should stay in an inn tomorrow. The weather’s only getting colder.”

“We should go somewhere south,” the second Brian countered, annoyance creeping into his voice. He had never liked her plans. “If it weren’t for her—”

Brian snapped, interrupting him. “Brian! Don’t.”

Brian scowled, glaring back at him. “It’s not like I’m wrong.”

It was like hearing her hate battling her love. Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised—the Brians had been with her since they were pups. At some point, they had picked up on her feelings, adopting them as their own. Brian’s bitterness was her bitterness. Brian’s optimism was her optimism.

Her doubt, her rage, her fears, all of them played out in the argument in front of her. Cordelia watched, her hands curling into her sides as anger and faith warred on another. For all the pieces of herself she could find in them, she still couldn’t pick up on their genuine emotions. If they still had any that were untouched by her.

Despite all of their time together, Cordelia knew so little about her two companions. Why did they insist on sharing the same name? The same fate? What were their goals? Did they ever dream of the future?

Did they ever want more than this tepid relationship?

It was unfair, what she did to them. Her eyes were always on the horizon, searching for her daughter, but the Brians only looked at her. Maybe she should have pushed them away before their dependency grew too big.

It was too late now. She could never give them the love they wanted. She wasn’t even sure she could give her daughter everything she deserved. Some days, Cordelia was certain her hate for Albert outweighed her love for Victorique.

Today, she wanted love to win for a change. It was cold, the brothers were warm, and Cordelia wanted to do better. For them. For herself. For all that she had lost and gained over the years. Cordelia reached up and gently tousled their hair, ending their argument. “Come closer,” she said, tugging their shirts. “It’s too cold to argue.”

And they did, bodies pressed flush to one another, the Brians watching her with a mixture of hope and concern.

“Is that better?” Brian asked.

The other Brian glanced at the fire. “Should we toss in another log?”

“It’s fine.” She smiled, opening her coat and wrapping her arms around their waists. She pulled them closer, trying to share what little she could of their coats. “I haven’t sung for you in a while. What would you like to hear?”

Envy

Grévil de Blois knew of envy. He faced it every time he looked at his drill-like hairstyle. It was a constant reminder that Jacqueline wasn’t his, would never be his, and the only favour she showed him was that of a fond companion. If he were truly honest, Jacqueline had never looked at him that way, her eyes always flitting somewhere else whenever he awkwardly showed interest.

Still, he didn’t mind envy. It was just another facet of love and for all of its aches, he had never regretted loving Jacqueline. Nor had he regretted his sister’s ridiculous conditions, even if no one could look him in the eye anymore because of his ridiculous hairstyle.

What he did mind, however, was his sister.

Whether she was locked up in his father’s dungeons or cooped up in the school’s library, Victorique only looked at him with blank eyes, her heart empty and devoid of any emotion. Even now, as impatience and irritation laced her voice, her eyes flicking between him and the textbook on her lap, her face was expressionless.

“What have you come for today?” she drawled, flipping a page. As usual, she was surrounded by books, as though she could find the missing parts of her soul in them.

Grévil crossed his arms, more out of habit than anything else. “What else? Another case.”

“I hope you brought me a fun one this time.” Victorique closed her book, finally giving him her undivided attention. Seeing his hairstyle again, she smirked. “I wonder how long you should keep that up?”

“Don’t taunt me,” he snapped, glaring.

He could never figure out just where Victorique had gotten her sharp tongue and even sharper wit. Her expression was sly as she replied, “I’m not taunting. I’m just wondering aloud. Maybe I should leave you with that drill forever.”

“You…” Grévil fisted his hand and took a deep, calming breath. It wouldn’t do to lose his temper over such a silly thing. “That doesn’t matter.”

She shrugged and raised her pipe. “At least your hair is sharp and to the point. Though, even if you got rid of the hair, she still won’t look at you.”

It was like a knife twisting in his gust. “Victorique!”

He had heard those words enough in his head without hearing them from her. There was a callous cruelty in his sister, and perhaps it was better that she didn’t understand just how sharp her words cut, just what sort of feelings they inspired. That he could write off her manipulation to ignorance rather than malice.

She looked away, barely listening. “Hmm?”

“It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t look at me. That’s not the point. You have no idea what lov—” Before Grévil could finish his sentence, the elevator dinged open.

Out walked an exhausted Kujo, his arms wrapped around a cardboard box overfilled with books. His sweaty black hair stuck to his skin as he almost collapsed. “Got…it…”

“About time,” Victorique replied tartly, getting up. “You’re slow.”

“We’re not done,” Grévil growled, turning back to her. “You—”

He cut himself off. The girl in front of him little resembled the Victorique he knew. Her eyes were focused, her lips curved into a small smile, and there was a strange tenderness that radiated from her as she approached Kujo.

If Grévil had been anyone else, he would have mistaken her for a lovestruck maiden.

It was impossible. Not her, not this grey wolf that couldn’t so much as comprehend emotion, much less feel them. Yet, as he watched her talk to Kujo, watched her ears redden as her hand brushed his, there really was no other word for it.

Victorique was learning to love.

A bitter part of him wondered, with how tight her prison was, how long it would take that love to turn into envy.

Love

Victorique knew of love. She hadn’t for the longest time. She had only known of four cell walls, cold bricks, moonlight. She had known of a man with a cruel heart and crueler words. She had known of a ‘brother’ who never looked at her for more than a few minutes, as though he would see his own guilt in her.

And then came Kujo, bumbling, kind Kujo. More boy than man when he stumbled through her doors, all gangly limbs and tongue-tied as he tried to keep up with her. He had no wits, was barely able to find his way out of a paper bag let alone a case, and was driven entirely by his heart.

And yet, for some reason, she hadn’t been able to look away when he talked of ideals and fantasies.

And yet, for some reason, she looked forward to his tired steps as he climbed up the long staircase to her abode.

Grévil had once told her that a monster like her couldn’t feel love. To his credit, he had been right for the first time in his life. Victorique couldn’t. Not love, not sorrow, not even hate—for years, not a single emotion touched her heart.

Now, they overwhelmed her. Her mother’s death. Her father’s destructive urges. Her classmates fawning over Kujo. Her separation from him.

Loss. Hate. Envy.

And above it all: love.

It threatened to drown her, yet for some reason she didn’t feel suffocated.

It was strange. She didn’t know enough to explain it. Victorique rubbed her wrist as she turned the emotion over in her mind, trying to process it like she had any other case. All of the evidence was there, all of the clues assembled, but she didn’t have the knowledge to link it all together.

“What are you thinking?” Grévil asked, breaking through her thoughts. She had almost forgotten he was there, standing beside her as he watched a ship pull into the harbour.

For once, she didn’t scowl at his voice. “Nothing.”

He scoffed. “Impossible.” His hair looked like it would pierce the sun when he turned. Green eyes identical to hers studied her. “You’re always thinking.”

“It’s private. Something you—” wouldn’t understand. But his hair told her he would. No, he would understand better than her. Victorique stared at it before looking away. She held out her ticket, a one-way trip to Japan. “Why are you doing this?”

Her brother was obedient to their father to a fault. It hadn’t been that long ago he had dragged her away from Kujo and into Albert’s mechanisms. A change of heart felt out of place.

“I…” He bit his lip, averting his gaze as well. Seagulls cried as the wind blew, bringing with it the salty, musty scent of the sea and its inhabitants. “It’s the right thing to do.”

Victorique couldn’t stop her disbelieving laugh. “When have you ever let that dictate what you do?”

“You—!” Grévil pivoted toward her before deflating. His shoulders sank as he sighed. “No, that’s…not entirely unfair.”

“Not entirely?” Victorique raised a brow. It was strange to see him so humbled.

“Do you have to be this insufferable?” His words lacked their usual bite. Grévil stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s…complicated. I…I want to start now. Changing. Amending. Being better. Either way, consider this me repaying my debt. They won’t find you there.”

Victorique eyed him, but for once it seemed her brother was entirely honest. Was it Jacqueline’s influence? Or something else entirely? It surely couldn’t have been out of sibling love; she doubted either of them saw each other as family.

Still, she could understand the urge to change. To grow. Her past year had been full of it. Victorique looked down at her ticket. Once she reached Japan, she had no intention of returning.

They would never meet again.

Perhaps it was time she also put aside her pride and allowed the past to settle. “Your hair.”

Grévil raised his head. “Even now, you’re—”

“Do whatever you want with it.” Victorique watched as the gangplank to her ship was secured. “I doubt it’ll look any better.”

His lips parted, a soft, “You…” escaping before he laughed. Grévil reached up, messing up his hair, releasing his strands from the prison she’d kept them in for years. As his locks fell over his shoulders, he held out his hand. “Goodbye, Victorique.”

She glanced at his palm before shaking. “Goodbye, Grévil.”

And then she left, disappearing into the crowds as she boarded her ship. Ahead of her, Japan. And beyond that, Kujo. Even with the war, he’d return home alive. He had uncanny luck like that. And when he did, he’d find her there, waiting for him.

Victorique had never been a patient woman, but perhaps that was something love could change too. She looked forward to finding out.

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Cordelia Gallo Icons

Series: Gosick Count: 68 Type: 100 x 100, Base Icons NSFW?: None Credit: Like or Reblog, Editing is allowed Link: Dropbox

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Finally assembling my Vorkosicast

Arc 2: Young Miles & the Dendarii Free Mercenaries

Miles Naismith Vorkosigan: Aiden Gallagher* *Should actually be an unknown disabled actor, but consider the VIBES

Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan: Sigourney Weaver

Regent Aral Vorkosigan: Stellan Skarsgaard

General Count Piotr Vorkosigan: Charles Dance

Simon Illyan: Martin Freeman

Konstantin Bothari: Adam Driver

Elena Bothari: Dafne Keen

Arde Mayhew: Alex Brightman

Ky Tung: Benedict Wong

Bel Thorne: River Gallo

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Tier 8 Review

32. 34. Godzilla from Godzilla

31. 300 Baljeet Tjinder from Phineas and Ferb

30. 245. Duck Newton from The Adventure Zone: Amnesty

29. 145. Gakushuu Asano from Assassination Classroom

28. 30. Natsume Takashi from Natsume's Book of Friends

27. 276. Nona from The Locked Tomb series

26. 87. Cordelia Gallo from Gosick

25. 162. Richard Spender from Paranatural

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Lecturas de febrero. Cuarta semana

Matanza de Atocha, 1977: Caso abierto / Alejandro M. Gallo. Editorial Reino de Cordelia, 2022 Aunque ya ha superado la edad para ser emerito, el comisario Gorgonio sigue en activo y es reclamado desde Asturias para apoyar en la investigación del asesinato de un sindicalista liberado. Allí, un grupo de periodistas locales, con el visto bueno de las autoridades policiales, le convence para que les…

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Shadowrun Fanfic: Hop Frog and Trippetta

AO3 link

Words: 2200 (1/3)

Rating: M (Racism, torture, violence)

Summary:  A merry tale of two brave dwarves and two strange stories; fire and laughter, death, freedom and anarchy.

Inspired by the anime Gosick, and Edgar Allan Poe’s Hop Frog.

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Back in 2016 I made a Cordelia Gallo cosplay from my favorite anime Gosick. I was on a pretty strict budget and used cotton sateen for the whole thing but always wanted to redo it with more sumptuous fabrics. I finally got around to remaking it for Matsuricon. The bodice and overskirt are a wonderful moss green silk I found at the thrift shop for an amazing price. The sleeves are trimmed with some vintage embroidered cotton trim that I bought at an estate sale and velvet ribbon from this Etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/listing/706078977/berry-wine-bordeuax-grosgrain-swiss?ref=hp_opfy-2

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I LOVE GOSICK!!!

No review, just a statement.

I’ll probably marathon it one day. Cuz there are some cases in the anime that are related to the main plot and some that are not (basically = filler episodes).

Oh my God, it so gooooooooooood!!!

Genre: History, Military, Detective, Mystery, Drama, Romance (and freakin’ ZERO fanservice!!! Its a serious anime btw. One that can pierce your soul and make you think. And Yuki Aoi’s AMAZING voice acting.)

Okay that is all.

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THE PRINCE OF STARS | A WIP (RE)INTRODUCTION

ABOUT: 

BEN GALLO IS MISSING.

His sister Marnie has become nothing more than a ghost that lurks in the shadows as she searches the Revana Galaxy to find him. Their father’s murderer, a man by the name of Patel, named himself the captain of the Cordelia and has taken hold of the reigns that rightfully belong to the Gallo heirs. He wreaks havoc across the empire, taking countless lives and looking to put an end to those that remain loyal to the late captain. 

After receiving a lead about Ben’s disappearance, Marnie finds herself in the most dangerous city in the empire, the infamous pirate haven of Hemlix. But she’s not alone. There she meets a reckless boy from her past, a rich girl with too much time on her hands, and a boy with a liar’s tongue. With their help, she hopes to find her brother and to seek revenge by killing the man that stole everything from her, and she knows that one wrong move will send them all to their graves. 

But she figures that to die a hero is much more satisfying than to live as a coward.

CAST:

Marnie Roberts - the lost child of the Gallo family. she was left in the care of a prominent merchant family to keep her out of danger’s eye. after the late Captain Gallo’s death, Patel sets his eyes on her new family. he forces her to watch them take their last breaths and he hometown burn to the ground. now she will do anything to protect the little of what she has left, no matter the cost.

Lee Knotte - the silvertongue. he’s known to have a bit of a gambling habit and a talent for lying. he's done multiple stints in Ryktos, a prison meant to lock up the most notorious criminals in the empire, and keeps this a secret from everyone he knows. he takes a liking to Marnie after meeting her in the gambling den called the Moonlight Cellar and quickly decides that he would follow her to the ends of the galaxy.

Clover Eze - the daughter of empress’s favorite dress maker. she grew up in a life of luxury with champagne always raised to her lips. she’s tired of always following the rules and being under the watchful, hungry eyes of the elite. for as long as she can remember, she knew that she was meant for a more exciting life and she thinks Marnie is the one that can give her that. 

Prosper Brala - the rebel and Ben’s right hand. he spent months looking for any sign, any clue of where he could have possibly gone, but it’s been three years. he now spends his days pestering the Floaters, a rambunctious crew led by Hamish D’Arcy that has a hold on Hemlix, and steals a treasured book that he believes is the key to finding Ben.

Ben Gallo - the prince of stars. he’s built himself quite the reputation, his name both feared and adored by those in the empire. he has doubts that he’s capable of living up to his family’s name and isn’t even sure if this life was meant to be his. unfortunately for everyone, he vanishes before he gets a chance to find out.

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             ❝ we are not the first who with best meaning have incurred the worst. ❞

                                                                                                                     -cordelia

                                                                                                                     king lear act v, scene iii

                                              basic information

FULL NAME: catherine elisabeth daly PRONUNCIATION: cath-rin // ih-liz-uh-beh th // dey-lee MEANING & REASONING: 

catherine (origin: france // meaning: pure, clear, innocent)

the last of the daly girls was the biggest surprise: tiny at birth (smaller than regina and grace) with bright blue eyes and hair of gold--the perfect contrast to her sisters. her parents were enthralled, her sisters were less so (because she was just another undeserving person to steal the attention, the gifts, the fawning). her gentle disposition earned her a loving nickname of principessa from her father and golden-girl from her sisters, but all was good for the mild-mannered catherine.

elisabeth (origin: greece // meaning: devoted to God; God is satisfaction)

she’s loved the cathedral for as long as she can remember, long before she learned of the underground business that runs rampant when the capulets think God is not watching. silly capulets, God sees all.  even still, the place is still holy to her. her family’s pew (more hers now than ever) still gives her fond memories: sitting on her father’s lap with a grin or a head bowed fervently in prayer or asking for God’s forgiveness when she did wrong.

(Father, forgive me.)

daly (origin: ireland // meaning: one who is present at the assemblies; counselor)

catherine’s the angel on the shoulder to some, a pesky fly on the wall to others. regardless of how she’s viewed by her fellow capulets, she is ever-present (lest her absence be taken as an act of dissent) and always alert, always absorbing information that could be of some use later on. they may not think she always deserves to be in the room where it happens, but the littlest daly is as proud as she is determined; she’s hellbent on always trying to get her voice heard.

NICKNAME(S): santa, cat, daly three (by tiberius capulet), kitty-cat (by grace daly), catrina (by mikael falco), kitten (by easton craven), principessa (by louis daly), colomba (by valentina gallo) PREFERRED NAME(S): catherine, cat BIRTH DATE: march 7, 1998 AGE: 20 ZODIAC: pisces GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, though she leans more towards the heterosexual end of the spectrum NATIONALITY: italian ETHNICITY: irish-italian CURRENT LOCATION: verona, italy LIVING CONDITIONS: incredibly comfortable; catherine has a home penthouse-apartment along one of verona’s most-coveted locations. she’s amassed a rather telling collection of decor that attests to her taste and who she is  TITLE(S): la santa di verona, soldier

                                              background

BIRTH PLACE: verona, italy HOMETOWN: verona, italy SOCIAL CLASS: upper middle class/upper class EDUCATION LEVEL: completion of upper secondary education (comparable to a university-prep school) at age 18; here, she focused on interior design FATHER: louis daly MOTHER: simona daly (née: moretti) SIBLING(S): grace daly, regina daly  BIRTH ORDER: third CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): n/a for now, as she’s actively deciding what breed of dog she wants OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: catherine considers the following to also be important family members--theodora moreau, bellamy santo domingo, maeve petre, easton craven, valentina gallo (in no particular order) PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: a couple of long-term relationships while still in school which ended with not a bang, but a whimper; afterwards, short romantic flings with both men and women, though only a few ever included sexual acts ARRESTS?: n/a PRISON TIME?: n/a

                                  occupation & income

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: capulet business; the littlest daly does what’s asked of her to the best of her abilities, and surprisingly, she succeeds enough for this to be her top breadwinner SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: interior design; when she’s not involved in any underground crime, catherine is often sought out by people who need help with turning a house a home TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: louis capulet (which, again, is capulet money); she’s daddy’s little girl and though she’d never outstretch her hands in a display of greediness, she knows louis will make sure she remains comfortable and well-taken care of (should the need every arise, that is) APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: an incredibly comfortable amount; almost so much to where it’s uncomfortable for a woman like catherine CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: cat’s not content with her current job or the work she’s involved in, but she knows better than to be entirely ungrateful. the best way for her to reconcile her work sector and position would be to become an emissary. PAST JOB(S): babysitter; part-time secretary SPENDING HABITS: controlled and often more focused on others than herself; catherine considers herself a rather talented gift-giver and hardly bats a last at the price of things if it’s for someone she loves (because, of course, you can’t put a price on happiness) MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: a gift from her mother, a moretti family heirloom; it is a dainty opal engagement ring passed down from generation to generation (x)

                                       skills & abilities

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 6/10--she’s more lithe than bulky; she is not built for war, but for civility. however, the capulets insisted on toughening her up, on turning catherine from porcelain, to ivory, to steel--to the best of their abilities, that is OFFENSE: 3/10--the saint of verona detests violence. because of this, her offensive skills are rather lacking--she certainly knows better than to get into fights unarmed (but even when armed, she’s, at most, ranked at 5/10) DEFENSE: 8/10--though she believes her strongest defense involves diplomacy, pens, and words, she’s not useless when it comes to physical defense; tiberius taught her to take hits best suited for using a pen and her words as her defense, catherine daly is, surprisingly, durable;  SPEED: 9/10--cat be nimble, cat be quick; grazie a Dio for her innate speed, otherwise she’d be long gone INTELLIGENCE: 9/10--though others would vehemently say otherwise, catherine daly is a person to take note of, both in and out of violence; she’s terribly bright and quick to notice patterns in a person’s fighting style that she--if given enough time--can try to exploit ACCURACY: 5/10--practice makes perfect, but she wants no parts in being fine tuned into a machine of war; because of this stubbornness, her accuracy is lacking AGILITY: 7/10--she’s light on her feet, which is probably one of the best things she’s got going for her--from a soldier’s standpoint, of course STAMINA: 7/10--but constantly dodging and taking hits is taxing; though her stamina is much better now than it was two years ago, don’t expect her to evade her opponents every single time without exhaustion and missteps TEAMWORK: 10/10--it makes the dream work; catherine finds that she thrives in situations where she is not alone because there is always someone willing to dirty their hands with blood more so than displaying diplomacy TALENTS: creatively coming up with more civil ways of doing capulet business; it’s frowned upon, but revenue is the mob’s lifeline and she manages to pull her weight SHORTCOMINGS: aversion to fighting (armed or unarmed); bullheadedness LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: italian, english, conversational german, few spanish phrases (typically of endearment, only towards maeve petre) DRIVE?: yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: barely CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: no RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes SWIM?: yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: yes; catherine learned how to play the piano as a young girl PLAY CHESS?: no; but if you’d like to play a game, she enjoys mancala and spades BRAID HAIR?: yes; now, you wonder what kinds of braids? french, dutch, fishtail, and waterfall TIE A TIE?: yes PICK A LOCK?: no

                     physical appearance & characteristics

FACE CLAIM: saoirse ronan (x)(x) EYE COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: blonde HAIR TYPE/STYLE: medium length and wavy (x) GLASSES/CONTACTS?:  n/a DOMINANT HAND: ambidextrous; however, she favors her right hand because when she was in grade school, a classmate told her that left-handedness was somehow connected to il diavolo and she was too scared to ask her parents if the claim was true HEIGHT: 5′6 WEIGHT: 134 lbs BUILD:  soft hearts aren’t the first line of defense when it comes to business; catherine is more lithe and limber than she is toned and taut with muscles EXERCISE HABITS: training with tiberius capulet;  SKIN TONE: fair-skinned with an almost-angelic glow TATTOOS: a few little ones that are artfully placed where no one can see them unless she wants them to--wouldn’t you love to know what they are? PIERCINGS: one set; catherine only has standard earlobe piercings MARKS/SCARS: various, minuscule scars alone her hands and other areas used for combat; birthmark on left hip NOTABLE FEATURES: bright blue eyes that are unusually welcoming in the world of gun trade USUAL EXPRESSION: an amicable demeanor; could range from a half-smile or genuine warmth from her gaze CLOTHING STYLE: comfortable and soft; she owns only a handful of black items (and she only wears them to funerals or on business occasions); she prefers chenille, lace, satin JEWELRY: opal ring as mentioned before; a pair of diamond studs; varying types of necklaces depending on her mood (a dainty diamond choker, a string of pearls, a silver pendent, etc) ALLERGIES: n/a BODY TEMPERATURE: typically 98.6 degrees fahrenheit...? DIET: pretty much anything except tofu; almond milk > cow milk PHYSICAL AILMENTS: n/a

                                                 psychology

JUNG TYPE: infj - the advocate

“INFJs indeed share a unique combination of traits: though soft-spoken, they have very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly for an idea they believe in. they are decisive and strong-willed, but will rarely use that energy for personal gain – INFJs will act with creativity, imagination, conviction and sensitivity not to create advantage, but to create balance. egalitarianism and karma are very attractive ideas to INFJs, and they tend to believe that nothing would help the world so much as using love and compassion to soften the hearts of tyrants”

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: type two - the helper

“twos are empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. they are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing, but can also be sentimental, flattering, and people-pleasing. they are well-meaning and driven to be close to others, but can slip into doing things for others in order to be needed. they typically have problems with possessiveness and with acknowledging their own needs. at their best: unselfish and altruistic, they have unconditional love for others”

MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good 

“these characters value life and freedom above all else, and despise those who would deprive others of them. neutral good characters sometimes find themselves forced to work beyond the law, yet for the law, and the greater good of the people. they are not vicious or vindictive, but are people driven to right injustice. neutral good characters always attempt to work within the law whenever possible, however”

TEMPERAMENT: phlegmatic 

“someone with phlegmatic personality type is usually a people person. they seek interpersonal harmony and close relationships. phlegmatic people are loyal spouses and loving parents. they preserve their relationships with old friends, distant family members, and neighbors. people with phlegmatic temperament tend to avoid conflicts and always try to mediate between others to restore peace and harmony”

ELEMENT: water

"water signs are intuitive and sensitive, and they feel more intensely than the rest. they are emotional and nurturing, and like a river, they run deep. how things feel is what matters to these folks, and they base their actions on sense, rather than on logic or intellect. water is also about compassion and understanding, since the receptive talents of these individuals are remarkably high. water sign people can take in the feelings of others, process them, and put forth a plan or solution that will be conscientious to all”

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: interpersonal intelligence

“you might have observed that there are certain persons who have the seemingly unique ability to get along superbly with others. these “people smart” individuals, with the use of their interpersonal intelligence, interact with others in such a way that they are able to understand and communicate well. interpersonal intelligence makes it possible for a person to effectively communicate through verbal and nonverbal means, to distinguish among others, to sense the temperament and moods of people, and to consider various points of view”

APPROXIMATE IQ: 117 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: n/a SOCIABILITY: very; she’s hardly met a stranger she doesn’t know, as she’s all warmth and acceptance and peace EMOTIONAL STABILITY: 7/10--after the trial, catherine’s emotions have been twisted and conflicted; she’s not sure which ones are valid, are proactive rather than reactive. additionally, her relationships with both easton craven and alexander rallis shed light on the darker parts of her that she’s spent twenty years hiding; easton exposes her bleeding heart, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing, hoping to break it and catherine; alexander nurtures the innate part of the saint that she cant escape--the part of her that seeks retribution and thrives on being the judge, jury, and executioner OBSESSION(S): a bit of a strong word, but she’s incredibly fond of dogs COMPULSION(S): checking in on loved ones to make sure they’re alright; cleaning/redecorating/organizing when feeling overwhelmingly off-kilter PHOBIA(S): theophobia ADDICTION(S): love DRUG USE: slim to none; working so closely with theodora has lessened her desires to dabble in the world of man-made drugs (save for rare occasions like the trial), but every once in a blue moon, she can be convinced to consume an edible--preferably a brownie ALCOHOL USE: casual; she’s always open to a having a nice wine-night in with friends (or herself) and she’s also very receptive to drinking in social settings (i.e. -- parties, clubs) PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: absolutely not.

                                               mannerisms

SPEECH STYLE: politely honest; somewhat cheeky ACCENT: italian HOBBIES: interior decorating; spending time with loved ones HABITS: caring for others at the expense of her own wellbeing; surprising loved ones with gifts NERVOUS TICKS: soft, minuscule movement of hands/fingers (i.e. -- gentle drumming of fingertips, absentminded twirling of hair); biting on her lower lip; pursing of lips; flushed cheeks DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: hopes of changing mob tactics towards those that are more civil/peaceful; proving everyone wrong FEARS: losing herself (i.e. -- becoming more capulet than she is catherine); losing her family/those who she considers family; drowning POSITIVE TRAITS: devoted, honest, gentle, protective, creative NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, hypocritical, proud, dogmatic, emotional SENSE OF HUMOR: a cheeky sense of humor; catherine’s honesty paired with her innate politeness often creates tongue-in-cheek responses in which she manages to convey her truths without coming off as too blunt DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: somewhat; the saint of verona isn’t opposed to colorful language, but if she can effectively convey her emotions without it, she will CATCHPHRASE(S): n/a

                                                 favorites

ACTIVITY: interior decorating ANIMAL: fox BEVERAGE: hot chocolate BOOK: the great gatsby; deathless; wonder CELEBRITY: margot robbie; anne hathaway; lupita nyong’o COLOR: blush DESIGNER: elie saab; christian louboutin; ralph and russo FOOD:  cheesecake, with strawberry topping on the side FLOWER: cherry blossom GEM: opal; pearl HOLIDAY: new year’s eve MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: plane; car (x) MOVIE: lady and the tramp; the perks of being a wallflower; lady bird; love & basketball MUSICAL ARTIST: amy winehouse; adele;  QUOTE/SAYING: “i have to believe much in God because i have lost my faith in man” (x) SCENERY: a rooftop in tinos, greece overlooking the water where the sun’s vibrant orange rays dispel the previous darkness, give the ocean a golden sheen, and warm her cheeks (x); an irish countryside, idyllic and filled with the most stunning shades of green, with rocks gently sloping out and in of the crystalline streams (x) SCENT: chamomile  SPORT: greyhound racing SPORTS TEAM: brielle king TELEVISION SHOW: the ellen degeneres show; the bridge (x); baking challenge shows  WEATHER: fog; partly cloudy skies VACATION DESTINATION: tinos, greece; london, england; galway, ireland

                                              attitudes

GREATEST DREAM: having the best of both worlds--being a capulet emissary to maintain family honor while also remaining true to herself and relying on her roots, her morals, her integrity MOST AT EASE WHEN: having movie nights with maeve; walking along the castelvecchio at dawn; alone in the cathedral; at home relaxing; pillowtalking with easton LEAST AT EASE WHEN: in the presence of rafaella; in the presence of grace; doing capulet business WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: being forced to kill or be killed BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: surviving as innocently as she can while living in a world that demands violence, death, and destruction  BIGGEST REGRET:  saints don’t regret--they repent and move on BIGGEST SECRET: classified TOP PRIORITIES: family; integrity; morality; protection (in no particular order)