Post by Taylor Wallace on Dec 24, 2010 5:47:47 GMT 2
Taylor Wallace
Full name: Taylor Michelle Wallace
Nicknames:Ty
Gender: female
Age:17
Nationality: American -Irish-German
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'9
Weight:130
Build: Taylor is slender and lithe, with a gymnast's build.
General likes:
Dancing
Music
Photography
Horses
New York City
Traveling
Horse back riding
General dislikes:
Being told what to do
Jerks
Not being able to dance
Not being able to listen to her music
Spiders
Animal abuse
Personality: Taylor is fiery and stubborn, never one to take orders well. She is energetic and loud and is always up to hang out with her friends. Two of her top hobbies are horse back riding and dancing. But don't think ballet and tutu's. No, far from it. Her kind of dance includes flips and spins, fast beats and trash talking even. Think of the dancing in Step Up 2: The Streets and Step Up 3. She can take anything you have and throw it back at you twice as hard. Despite that, she's loyal to her friends and loves to just hang out and have fun. She's fun to be around, sarcastic, random -as in breaks out in dance at random times-, lovable and just plain crazy, but in a good way. It takes a lot to get her down, and for this she is grateful. She can be serious at times though it doesn't happen often. She has a temper, but thankfully it doesn't show too often because it can put a volcano to shame once it's hiked up.
History: She was born in Baltimore, Maryland, but moved to New York City when she was 13. When she moved there, she met the crew. The crew consists of her, Marco, his twin brother Roberto -aka Thing 1 and Thing 2-, Alisha, Maria, Jason, Eric, Natalie, Andie, Miko, Ruby, Jacob, Sarah, David, Alex, and Robert. The crew was like a second family to her, everyone close as can be and just as loud and energetic as she is. They danced and competed together as a crew, winning many competitions. Even though she danced with the best of them, she still loved horses. There was a ranch outside of NYC where her and the crew hung out sometimes, the rest of the crew realizing they loved horses as well. For her sixteenth birthday, the crew and her parents collaborated and bought her a beautiful Appaloosa mare with loud markings. The mare's name, Born From a Boom Box. Yes, they stole the saying from Step Up 3 -their favorite movie- but it fit her, since she was energetic as the beats they danced too and some of her markings looked like music notes. They called her Fab, Fabbie, or just Fabs for short because apparently, she was 'just fabulous'. When Taylor's favorite aunt bought a house in Westin, she called Taylor to come and help with her getting settled and what not. Plus, she could work with Fabbie. Taylor said yes and the crew promised to keep things in shape for her while she was gone. She still kept in touch with everyone though, calling them regularly and keeping them up to date on how Fabbie was doing, the lovable mare becoming a sort of mascot of the crew.
Roleplay sample: hope you don't mind that its from Asperia...
The sea was angry. That much was obvious. The sea had turned dark blue, a navy color painting the mass of water. White foam frothed at the edges of the waves as the black statue watched from the cliffs above. Dark gray clouds came rolling in with each chilled gust of wind. Soon the bay was filled with ominous slate clouds, ready to burst at any second. Black cliffs soared at the sides of the water, the center made of dull granite colored sand, sand giving way to black rocks that made the shoreline. It was the scene of an ocean battle almost. Curiously though, the beach of Thynid, which was notorious for having bodies strewn about in a haphazard manner, was clean of carcasses for the time being. There was no scent of blood and decay in the air, just the smell of the coming storm. Thunder rolled in the distance, the waves getting stronger at each beat of the distant sound. Soon, the waves splashed higher against the jutting cliff the statue stood on. A curving smile curled itself on the stallion's lips. He always loved storms at sea.
The stallion was comprised of noble and strong bloodlines. That of Fresian and Iberian Warhorse coursed through his veins, gifting him with strong, steel like muscles and towering height. Hide as black as a moonless night was stretched taunt over said muscles. He had the the classic Fresian trademark of feathers of the Fresian along with the slight waviness of his mane that was down to his shoulder. He had a baroque style build, inheriting that from his Iberian Warhorse lineage. A chiseled head sat atop a strong, thick neck. He looked like he was carved out of black marble almost, but he was alive. Keres, what is your fascination with ocean storms? His shadow asked, the large black panther coming to stand beside him on the black cliff. "I don't know. The storms at sea are just more powerful I guess. A wave can bring down cliffs if it is strong enough." His deep voice rumbled, like smooth thunder as he spoke to his shadow.
Snorting, Keres turned around, walking off the mass of jutting stone with small clicks of his large hooves. Soon, the sinister pair were walking down the beach, an aura of power and confidence pouring off of them. The panther, known as Chimera, looked up as he heard the flapping wings of an eagle. Chimera licked his lips, even as he saw the eagle alighting on a white figure on the distance. "Now, Chimera, don't eat the poor thing." Keres reprimanded with a mischievous smirk. "Why, Keres! You take me as some sort of a monster!" Chimera shot back. "Well, you are named for one of the most powerful and ferocious." Keres reminded him.
As the pair approached the other pair, Keres saw that it was a mare, a beautiful one at that Keres shocked himself by thinking. He heard the mare speak, and he'd be lying to say he didn't like the sound of her voice. "Don't worry. Why I waste my time hurting an unknown mare?" He spoke, coming to stand five feet from her, Chimera flanking him. "I'm Keres, this is Chimera. May I know your name?" He asked, a crooked smile upon his black maw. His eyes, which were usually black, were now a storm gray color, black rimming the edges. His eyes hadn't been gray in a long time.
Other characters: none
Where did you find us: Asperia on the ad board.