EVANS, TAYLER DORIAN

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* Tayler D. Evans ,[/center]

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Tayler Dorian Evans

NICKNAMES Tayler or Ty.

DATE OF BIRTH September 19th

AGE 16

GRADE/YEAR Eleventh

ELEMENT Thunder

SEXUALITY Bi

MARITAL STATUS Single (he'll never marry!!>)

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Adam Lambert

EYE COLOUR Green

HAIR COLOUR Black

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'8”, 135lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES The right side of his head is shaved and the left side of his head has hair that reaches to his jawline. He doesn't have excessively long hair in the back, just to around the collar of his shirt. He has one earring on each ear, and a few necklaces. From the way he looks, a person might assume he has some sort of tattoo on him, but he does not. Not a single one. He has a single scar running across the bridge of his nose.

CLOTHING STYLE
There is nothing special about the way he dresses. Tayler just throws on a plain shirt, whether it's a tanktop or a sleeved shirt, a pair of jeans and a jacket. His overall fashion is just simple. This would be because he doesn't like shopping unless he absolutely have to. Shopping for clothes is a big no for him, and he will do everything in his power to not go.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Outgoing
  
• Loyal
  
• Honest
  
• Grounded
  
• Confident
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Violent
  
• Stubborn
  
• Insensitive
  
• Unforgiving
  
• Impatient
  
• Blunt
  

LIKES

• Sweets, especially chocolate cake
  
• Sleeping
  
• Trips
  
• Rain
  
• Peaceful places
  
• Quiet people
  
• His pet cat, Jay.
  

DISLIKES

• Dogs
  
• People who are rude
  
• Petulant people
  
• Noisy people
  
• Shopping
  
• Little children, especially babies
  
• Dislikes being the brunt end of a joke
  

STRENGTHS

• Strong mind
  
• Able to focus
  
• Confident in his abilities
  
• Hard worker
  

WEAKNESSES

• Very Vindictive
  
• Easily irritated, and can get violent very fast
  
• Acts first, talks later
  
• He is distrustful, so he will be suspicious towards everyone the first time around.
  

FEARS

• Snakes
  
• Spiders
  
• Crowded places
  

BEST MEMORY
The best memory had been the time he got his first friend. Beings stuck with a sister when he for six years, and then getting another sister was too much for the six year old Tayler, who sought out his solitude outside in the treehouse his parents had bought for him. He had everything there that a six year old could drag up there: comics, chips, notebooks, action figures, toys of all sorts, crayons, pencils and markers. It wasn't until a family moved in next door to their big house that he made a friend. The name of the neighbors son was Jamie. The two had made Tayler's treehouse their base, and they met there everyday.
WORST MEMORY
His worst memory was when Jamie moved away. For him, he felt like he lost his twin brother, even though he doesn't have a blood brother.
LONG-TERM GOAL
Graduate from college. He just wants to be done with school.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Sophia Milicent Evans, 44, House mom

FATHER Nathaniel Thomas Evans, 46, CEO of a hotel chain

SIBLINGS
Sister: Anna Josephine Evans, 14, Earth Student
Sister: Cora Alice Evans, 10, Elementary Student

OTHER None at the moment

HISTORY
He was born on a chilly day in September. The first son and the eldest child in their family, Tayler was said to have been born a long and very noisy baby. His mother had insisted that he had been the most restless child out of her three children, for which Tayler denies. At the age of two, his sister, Anna, was born. He was too young to remember exactly what he had his sister had done, but apparently his mother had tried to keep him away from his sister because of his obsessive curiosity towards his younger sister's large eyes. She had told him that he had attempted to poke Anna's eyes several times. He became the trouble maker of the family, often showing his temperamental side and his vengeful side as well. Both of which became quite familiar to his family. However, his father was better able to handle his son;s temperamental side because of his more patient personality, while his mother often butted heads with her son. It became a family tradition for him and his mother to go at each other with raised voices and vicious, stabbing words. To this day, Tayler is as stubborn as a mule and as vindictive and as violent as ever.

He grew up with a quiet and demure sister, while he turned into an independent and reckless child. He had done things his way, and had thrown fits if he couldn't have his way. It wasn't until he turned six years old that he calmed down. It was around this time that he met his best friend, Jamie. It was also around this time that his youngest sister, Cora, came into his family. With his friend Jamie, Tayler had done everything that a young boy normally did. He played with his action figures, stayed up late at night reading comics and drawing “masterpiece” doodles for his mommy and daddy. He made other friends around the neighborhood as well, but none were as close to him as Jamie. To Tayler, Jamie was his long lost brother, and a sibling he wished he had instead of his two dorky sisters.

Though his family was rich, his father came home as much as he could, since he had plans for his only son to take over. However, Tayler had no plans on taking over. Then again, he was only ten when his father told him what was going to happen in the future. At ten years old, he was more concerned with food, sleeping, playing and riding around on his bike with Jamie. It was around summer time when he was ten years of age that he gave himself a scar across the bridge of his nose. It was from a bicycle accident. He'd been riding his bike with Jamie and, unfortunately, with Anna. His sister somehow managed to get her handle tangled with his and ended up throwing him off of his bike and landed face-down on the sidewalk. He ended up with a large cut from his face scrapping across the ground.

At thirteen years old, his friend Jamie moved away to Europe because of his father's job. Distressed by the loss of his friend, Tayler withdrew for a good year. He barely talked to his sisters, and kept to himself as much as he could. In an attempt to cheer him up, his parents had bought him a pet cat, an Egyptian Mau, who he named Jay because of her blue color. Though the cat had done its job of bringing him out somewhat, Tayler continued to be stubbon and refused to interact with the other kids in his neighbor. It wasn't until he turned fourteen that he was forced to interact with people outside of his family and relatives. Once he started attending the elemental school, he acquired his own group of friends. However, he was not as close to them as he was to Jamie and only sees them as friends and nothing more. For him, Jamie was his closest friend, and he felt conflicted at the thought of putting another person in his place.

Though Tayler hardly ever shows his softer side, he does care a lot for his sister, Anna, who has just started her year in school as an Earth student. However, he tries his hardest to not let her come near his circle of friends, because he doesn't think family and friends mix well together. Tayler has become quite protective over his sister, a bit over protective, and often glowers at any guy who tries to make a pass at his sister in an attempt to scare them away from her. There are also off-scene times when he intimidates them away from her as well. Anna has no idea that he is doing this, and he hopes that she doesn't find out at all.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Ambeon

YOUR AGE Yes, I am over 13. I am even over 20. ;D

RP EXPERIENCE Errr....12 years.

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Saw your AD while AD hopping.

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

The town square was crowded, as it always was. There were small hotchpotch shops, restaurants wafting out delicious scents of food and the general buzz of people walking around and talking amongst each other. Arched black ceiling gave him some form of shelter, and as he settled down in the empty bench he had picked out, Schuldig quietly watched the people mill around. It was Saturday, a good reason why the Town Square was even more crowded than on a weekday, and Schuldig had to admit that that was also the reason why he had come here. He had tied his messy black hair in a decent enough ponytail that day; he didn't have hair that was too long, god forbid the care it took with such a length of hair. His hair was thick and black, barely brushing his shoulders, and he enjoyed leaving it a tussled mess. Usually. Today he had gone for a slightly cleaner look in the case of his wild mane of black. Two rings, one studded in emerald and another in ruby, flashed on the fingers of his right hand. It was an unconscious habit of his to run his hand through his hair to keep it somewhat tamed.

Schuldig never left his old dingy black jacket. It wasn't terribly thick, but it wasn't thin either. The thickness was just enough to make sure the spines that went down his back stayed down, as it seemed to occasionally want to spike up and ruin a good shirt. He didn't mind the spines too much, it was a pretty decent decoration and weapon when they were needed, but it did hinder a few other things. Like sleeping on his back, wearing shirts and sex. God, there was nothing great about a man about to get his rocks off when his spines decided to join in too. Did anyone say startling the shit out of their partner? Yeah, that happened one too many times and his spines usually ended up turning both of them off. “Damn spines always getting in the way.” He grunted, kicking his legs out in front of him. A man walking by immediately shifted to the side when Schuldig stretched his legs out abruptly, and stared in anger for a few seconds before mumbling off. He rolled his eyes, shrugging at the man. It wasn't like he had intentionally done it to kick him.

He had brought money, but only enough to get himself something to drink and eat. Schuldig enjoyed people watching, and he loved to just sit somewhere and listen to the sounds and smell the strange scents that always wafted through Town Square. One in particular was the wonderful smell of pretzels, and he was certainly craving for some now. Grimacing, he looked around him, seeking to find this pretzel shop and buy himself a big one to happily enjoy. There wasn't a pretzel shop in sight, and he wasn't in the mood to get up and actually look for it.

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