<strong>Name:</strong>Cori J. Michaels<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Character Type:</strong>Initiate/Human -Detective, Ignorant of the Supernatural Community.<br/><strong>Physical Description and/or image:</strong>Cori (http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Snow_BOUnd.jpg) stands at an unimpressive 5'7, with lean muscles and a curvy frame that might be called elegant, if it wasn't constantly garbed in jeans and bomber jackets. Her hair is more auburn than red, with thick waves that turn into tight curls once wet. Her eyes are a dark green, which seem to shift and change with the woman's moods. Bright like springs grass when elated and pleased, but foreboding hunter once the woman's anger starts to settle in. Her smiles sit crookedly on her full lips, and she's a natural with a pistol on her hand and dirt smeared on her cheeks. She's certainly not your typical tom-boy, and she's far from the princess she wanted to be when she was a child, but through that rough exterior, she's still a woman who wonders if she has her own Romeo out there somewhere.<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Sexual Preferences:</strong>Curious. Her sex life is currently on hiatus due to the stresses of her job and the growing distrust she has with people. She's wary about any form of commitment.<br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>*Hand-to-Hand--</em></span>Through Cori's training with the US Army, she's trained in a variety of skills in hand-to-hand combat, including disarming her opponents, and quickly bringing them to the ground. With much buried aggression, she's been described as 'beautiful but brutal' while sparring with others. Cori is stronger on defense than she is on offense, which suits her just fine.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>*Luck--</em></span>Looking at her past, one wouldn't call Cori lucky; but her keen sense of intuition seems to be rather acute, giving her a step above the others when it comes to survival. Whether its that prickling sensation that tickles the back of her neck when danger is around, or being able to 'smell' a lie, as her partner likes to claim, its very difficult to let things slip by her.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>*Parkour--</em></span>Instead of drinking, or taking to other acts of self-abuse to make up for the events of her live, Cori prefers the more gratifying sensation of a hard workout. Parkour was a game when she was growing up, yet far more useful now than she had ever imagined. This has only developed over the years, and comes in handy when chasing down a felony or person of interest for her cases. That hidden elegance seems to show best when the woman is in action, and those long, lean muscles in her frame become quite handy when you need endurance over brute strength.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>Daddy wanted a boy; and found himself instead with a beautiful little girl. It could be said that Cori Michaels was a mixed blessing from the start. Her presence in the world gave Cori’s mother someone to talk to and confide in, adding a little lace to the heavy masculinity of her home. Yet, Cori’s father, Police Chief Donald M. Michaels of the Santa Barbara precinct, had the old-world beliefs that a woman’s place was in the kitchen; and not bringing home the proverbial bacon.<br/><br/>Growing up was difficult for her, but not horrible. Cori’s relationship was strongest with her mother, while her father was a figure who sat at the dinner table and occasionally spoke up about an arrest in the neighborhood or to give a foreboding warning to watch out for the Masterson boys. Through Cori’s mother, she harbored the wants and desires of a romantic, the princess who wanted to be swept off of her feet and carried away in an extravagant parade of flower petals and forest critters. When Cori turned thirteen, romantic thoughts of Fairy Tales died with her mother, who was found raped and brutally murdered in their Santa Barbara home. The only evidence that turned up was large animal tracks around the front windows of the bedroom, and a tuff of dark hair that belonged to some canine.<br/><br/>Donald picked up the bottle to drown his sorrows, finding himself in a world he didn’t know how to live in; with no woman able to take care of him, and with the daughter he never wanted. For a couple of months, Cori tried to return structure by picking up the duties of the mother she had lost, but found her father disinterested in the meals made or in Cori at all. She took care of herself, did well in school, and knew that the moment she was able to leave, that was the route she was going to take. Donald took his life when she was sixteen, by wedging his toes into the trigger of his most prized shot-gun while sucking the barrel.<br/><br/>From there, Cori lived with foster parents, moving from home to home until she was eighteen. With no money for school she joined the Army the day she graduated from high school, and knew that if she didn’t find any structure in her life, statistically she wouldn’t last long before following the fates of her parents. It was that little girl’s ever present need to please her father that she joined as an MP, and began to get involved with MCU and homicide. Cori went to the middle east on tour for a year, working on war-crimes, and was rewarded with the purple heart after being injured in the line of duty in Iraq; after 4 weeks in a hospital in Germany, she returned to the sand and finished the rest of her tour.<br/><br/>Cori had a natural talent for picking up details; and a unique point of view that allowed her to ask the right sort of questions. The war and army life, however, reminded her too much of her old home at times, and so when her contract was up, Cori looked for work in the civilian world. Cape Merrin was far enough away from her California that she felt refreshed, almost new, and was all too happy to dig her heels into the soil and find new roots.