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TAYLOR RUSE  the basics full name • Taylor Ruse nicknames • N/A age • Twenty-four primary standing • Member/soldier secondary standing • She's really good at assassin stuff... faction • Guilded Wings species • Human gender • She/Her sexuality • Heterosexual the appearance origin • Bolt height and weight • 5'8" & 130 lbs overall appearance • She’s rather slender and lanky, with well-toned, but not super visible muscles. Taylor has medium-length auburn hair, with a cowlick at the top. Her clothes consist of a sky-blue t-shirt, with a smiling sun printed onto the front. The sun’s expression commonly changes with her own(this occurs thanks to Bob’s magic). So if Taylor is angry, the sun will be angry as well. One noticeable feature are her two canine teeth, which are extremely sharp. She also wears black shorts, yellow Converse, and a necklace with a simple silver pendant. the personality likes • Los Angeles, pizza, crime shows, sunny days, adventures, mangos, hiking dislikes • People who complain too much, disloyalty, spiders, vagueness, needles, dirty places strengths • Determined, Honest, Adaptable weaknesses • Stubborn, Implusive, Cynical abilities if any, mainly pertains to spells. They must be balanced. • N/A dreams • Her one dream is to redeem herself in the eyes of her family, friends, and others. fears • She fears that she'll never truly fit in anywhere, no matter how hard she tries. overall personality • Reserved for the most part, because of her time in jail. However, once she really gets to know a person, or several people, she has a lot of spunk, and is not afraid of speaking up. She also has a mischievous and curious nature, which gets her into quite a lot of trouble sometimes. However, Taylor also has her personal demons, in which she can come off as sarcastic, cynical, and jaded. In all honesty, she really hates having to show any sort of submission, or that she needs help. Even if she’s on the verge of death, she’ll still admit that she can carry on. As it was mentioned before, Taylor is skilled with her dagger. Of course, the skills didn’t come overnight, but soon enough, she realized that weapons was something she was good at. She’s rather loyal to her close friends…for the most part. She has more perseverance than many, and more sheer endurance than most. She’s quick to hold grudges, and won’t let go of it for a very long time. the history father • James Ruse, 50 mother • Toni Ruse, 45 siblings • N/A important people •
overall history • Taylor was born and raised in Los Angeles. Her childhood was as every normal kid’s should be, with a minor exception. Back when she was three, a hydroglistic bacteria worked its way into her immune system, causing it to weaken terribly. This affected her ability to walk, and she was rushed to the hospital. The doctors were not expecting her to survive the night. Fortunately, she did. After that, she reserved herself from the other kids, wearing long-sleeved shirts and skirts to keep herself protected. The other kids often made fun of her weird appearance…at least until Jenna came along. Jenna was Taylor’s best friend. It was thanks to her that Taylor was able to emerge from her shell, and become who she is today. The two remained friends for a long time, even up through high school. It was there that Taylor first met David, her one true love. The two of them maintained a very steady relationship, up to their first two years in college. On one very unfortunate day, a day which also happened to be her birthday, Taylor was out with Dave at a bar, as it happened to be her 21st. The two of them enjoyed the night together, and at some point, decided to take a breath of fresh air outside in the back of the bar, by the dumpsters. The alleyway was dark, and as fate would have it, a stranger demanded their money at knifepoint. Dave complied, but before he and Taylor could breathe a sigh of relief, the stranger stabbed Dave and ran off with his money. Taylor called the police as she tried to keep Dave alive. But by the time the cops arrived, he was pronounced dead at the scene. The police dragged the distraught girl from the scene, and she was sentenced to life in prison, being that she was the only suspect. A certain gay unicorn was banished from his home, and ended up finding himself in Los Angeles, thanks to his own magic going awry, unknowingly because of a chain reaction of events that began long before he was banished. He strayed across Taylor’s path, and at first, Taylor believed she was hallucinating, until the other prisoners proved otherwise. Eventually, Bob got her out of jail, and they ended up going on the run, with Taylor as a wanted fugitive. At first, the two weren’t the best of friends, but as time passed, Bob and Taylor became comfortable in each other’s company, which made Sophia feel a little more at ease when she joined her brother and his friend. the Role play sample Deciding to ignore it for the moment, the two siblings channeled their magic into the ether, and the group disappeared within a matter of seconds, only to reappear on the cobblestone port of Cadíz. Taylor had one hand tightly grasping Bob’s mane, and the other was on Varian’s arm, in an attempt to keep him on Bob’s back and not somewhere in the inbetween. “Well, it looks like we made it! Is everyone okay?” Sophia asked, as she checked on the tiger at her side. He seemed alright, if only a little bit disoriented. Taylor nodded slowly as she shook her head to try and clear the dizziness, before dismounting from Bob. “Alright, now we just need to get a boat.” Taylor said, resting her hands on her hips as she looked out towards the harbor and the vast deep blue of the ocean that was laid out before them. “And how are y’all gonna do that?” Bob asked. “You’ll see.” Taylor said with a wink, as she disappeared into a crowd that had begun to mill about a ship that was about to leave the harbor. Both Bob and Sophia looked at each other for a moment, trying to figure out just what she meant by that. Bob knew for a fact that Taylor’s Spanish was…broken, at best. Half an hour later, the rag-tag group of Rogues were on a boat headed out of the port, and both unicorns looked impressed and surprised as to how in the world Taylor managed to get a boat. It was a fishing boat, which wasn’t much in the ways of technology and all that jazz, but it was enough to get them closer to where the unicorns could get past the veil that hid Atlantis. “How’d you manage to do it?” Bob asked finally, as he sat down next to Varian. Taylor turned her attention away from the water, before rolling her shoulders into a shrug. “I told them that I was the incarnation of some great explorer and that I’d bring back some gold from El Dorado.” “Seriously?” Sophia asked. “Seriously.” Taylor said. the role player alias • Jay or Clo ^^ age • 24 pronouns • She/Her other characters •still apping! |
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