Cordelia Akeldama

Intro Video


Misfortune hangs heavy on a head once held high. Such is poor cover for when the heavens fall.

Who Am I...


My Story Is...

Watcher of all; judge of none. Preacher of an unholy code.

Open your eyes to the darkness and drown in its loveless embrace.

The gods will not be watching.

My Appearance

A pretty face framed by hair black as ash; the hints of a brand ‘pon her collarbone.
A small figure betrays her true strength; the trace of a forbidden magick lingers on her body.

Eye-catching, perhaps. She wishes she wasn’t.

Always carrying a pouch of sorts. Her hands are always bandaged or gloved.