Post by Taylor Owens on Oct 27, 2010 22:44:41 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Taylor Owens
Also Known As: Tay
Age: 16
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 140
Blood Type: A-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual
Eye Color: Gray
Hair: Blonde
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Shopping, flirting, working out, partying
Talents: Tying a knot in a cherry stem, unwrapping Starburst with her tongue, reading people
Favorite things: Watching movies, partying, Her pet rat (which Taylor has proclaimed to be "cat")
Sports/Clubs None
Misc.: Daddy, would you like some sausage?
Mental Information
Personality: A poor little orphan who looks for love in all the wrong places, in the pants of men and women alike. EEEeeeEEEeee (those are bed squeaks)!
No, really though.
Despite the girly outer appearance, Taylor is a fighter at heart. She can be (and very much is), bitter, vengeful and aggressive (and then she can turn around and be the happiest person you ever did meet). Suddenly losing everyone in your life can be a bit traumatic, and it tends to piss you off a little with everything and everyone in the world, but she's slowly working through it. She is not one to fuck with. She will not hesitate to go head to head with anyone who pisses her off, imposes on her territory, or just generally annoys the living hell out of her. Stay on her good side.
Taylor is very extreme and abstract. Her emotions and personality are over the top, almost to the point of being overbearing. If she is happy, all are happy, if she is pissed, you will know it. She sees things differently compared to most people. She picks apart things, taking what she likes and sticks with it. If a person is usually disliked she will probably love them due to her own ability to find things she likes in hated individuals (though she seems to be unable to form solid and longterm relationships).
Curiosity is a trait this girl embraces. If something is new or foreign to her she will pick is apart until she understands it. It bugs her to not know things. She is kinda insane, actually, right and wrong don't work right in her mind and it tends to lead to some interesting situations.
She is completely random, and doesn't really listen to what anyone says to her. She wants to understand why people are so angsty and mad all the time. It doesn't make sense to her, and she only wants everyone to be friends, like everyone was in kindergarten again! She doesn't listen to people if they're always bossy to her, and she doesn't mind telling you what's up. Her complex and childish imagination has gotten her out of more than one tough situation, and probably will a thousand times more in the future. Whenever she gets an idea, she sticks to it like glue until she completes the feat.
She can be child like at times, always wanting her way and trying whatever it takes to get what she wants. With those pretty looks of hers, she knows just the right buttons to push to get what she wants. She has a way of using her feminine qualities as well as her intelligence to get what she wants and who she wants. She has a way of pulling the strings ever so slightly to get this done. However, she's not a girly girl, at least not outwardly. She is very tom boyish, generally sticking to less girly activities like fighting and drinking, nor is she is not a shy girl, she is very capable of approaching somebody she doesn't know and starting a conversation. Maybe it's just that she doesn't care what they think, or maybe she's just that lonely.
She tends to try to drown herself with social interaction. She feels like the moment she stops, that she'll just... Fall apart. Because of this, she'll flirt with anyone. Guy, girl, it doesn't matter. Since the accident she has had a sick need to be the center of attention, and it's just one of many ways to get the attention that she craves so much. Sex has become a drug to her, something to lose herself in and just forget. Far too easily, she just throws people away when she's done with them though, and because of that, she's been classified as a 'heart breaker', but it doesn't bother her.
She tends to like going places with lots of people socializing since she misses the connection she had with her family, but if it gets too crowded or busy, she can get a little claustrophobic, if only because she's paranoid as hell. Even though she's a bit messed up she's still very cunning, and when it comes time to act she is very intelligent and capable.
Mentality: I'm fine.
Ideal: More
Belief: Agnostic.
Physical Information
Build: Lithe.
Defining Marks: None... Yet. I'm sure she'll get scarred up soon enough.
Description: At five foot eight inches, Taylor is tall for a girl (though not extremely so). Peak physical condition. Well rounded. Curvaceous. She words out like there's no tomorrow (though only to keep in shape, it probably wouldn't help her at all in a fight), and diets all the time, because her appearance is everything to her. She's pretty and she knows it, and she'll use it every chance she gets. It's gotten to the point where she worried about simply scratching an itch on her nose, because god forbid anything happen to her pretty face. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't "perfect".
She wants nothing more than to be normal, and that fact is obvious in her clothing style and appearance. She tries her hardest to look and act the part of the girl next door, yet, oddly, doesn't take kindly to those who treat her as such. She loves colors and pretty clothes. Her style is feminine and girly, while she herself, her personality and lifestyle, is anything but. She'll wear anything from tank tops, to tees, jeans to sweat pants, suits to dresses, and look damn good either way. No matter what she's wearing, she just has this adorable girlish look to her, and that's the way she wants it.
Her long blond hair is usually pulled back and out of her face, if only because she's extremely paranoid of attacks. Pretty blue eyes will turn almost anyone to mush when combined with the pretty little pout she has a habit of using. She has no piercing or tattoos, though she'd like them one day. She wears very little makeup, preferring the natural look overall, and it suits her just fine.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Usually nothing. Hats might mess up her hair.
Shirts: Tanks, tees, whatever is comfortable that day.
Pants: Usually jeans, though if you catch her working out, track pants or shorts.
Shoes: Depends on the pants, but her outfits are usually very co-coordinated, so the shoes will match.
Misc: Lots of necklaces and rings to glitter up her day.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Mostly non-combatant, though if pushed, she's a user of Crazy Bitch Fu
Years Practiced: 16 years? She's always been like this.
Description of style: For the most part, Taylor doesn't fight. She prefers to talk it out (or scream, and man, she can be loud). Even if it doesn't work, she'll dodge and try to restrain her opponent, rather than fight. If provoked though (and it's fairly easy to do that), she'll fight like she's possessed, using any and all methods at her disposal.
History Information
History: There's a point in everyone's life where they just feel like they can't go any lower, that there's nothing left to lose and it can't possibly get any worse. That point came for Taylor when she was Thirteen. Thirteen years, fifty-seven days, eighteen hours... Far too soon to have your parents taken from you, right? To go from being spoiled and pampered to living with an aunt you've only met a handful of times in the past? To have your whole life uprooted and turned upside down and you know that nothing will ever be the same again.
After the accident, Taylor had refused to get into a car, or a plane. Her aunt had to come all the way to her and wait for Taylor to be ready to make the trip, because if you couldn't drive and you couldn't fly, then you damn well couldn't travel halfway across the country. It was probably at this point that Taylor realized it was fairly easy for her to manipulate people to get exactly what she wanted. The fear and the pain had been real, yes, but maybe she had played on it to get those extra couple weeks of sleeping in her parents old bed, eating at her old kitchen table, watching old movies until it was so late that she could barely keep her eyes open, before the long drive to California.
Maybe she had used her childhood trauma as an excuse to get out of a couple of tight spots she'd managed to get herself into, like the one time she broke her aunt's curfew, or that one time she was caught shoplifting, or the couple fights she'd gotten into at school.
Eventually it all just begins to blend into one same old story, and you begin to believe your own lies, to live them. Her "childhood trauma" had fucked her up. Therefore, she was fucked up. Then once you begin to believe it, so does everyone else, and they come to expect it from you, so you just stop trying.
Her aunt eventually stopped locking the door, because she never knew when Taylor would be home, and being woken up every night to be let in just wasn't going to fly in her house. Eventually her aunt just turned a blind eye to the smell of alcohol (and sometimes worse things) that came off her pretty, little niece, to the bruises and scrapes of pointless fights, to the 'love marks' she seemed to sport more and more often, to the fact that Taylor wasn't going to go to class, had managed to miss enough to get herself kicked out of her old highschool.
A trouble maker, they'd called her. You'd have never expected it from someone like Taylor. You didn't look at her and think, 'oh, she's obviously not a good influence'. And oh, how she used that. With nowhere else left to turn, Taylor was enrolled at PHS 259. A public school in Long Beach, a history of violence and other things that kids shouldn't be into. Taylor would fit in perfectly.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Apartment
Roommates: Aunt and "cat"
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
