Post by Alexandra Taylor on Nov 8, 2012 18:38:54 GMT -5
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ALEXANDRA MICHELLE TAYLORTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Alexandra Michelle Taylor
Nickname(s): just Xandra
Canon/Original/Adoptable: original
Birthday/Place of Birth: April 18th / Indianapolis, Indiana
Current Residence: outside of Atlanta, in Briarcliff (North Druid Hills), GA
Family:
- Thea Silver - younger sister
- Adam Silver - older brother
- Dominique Taylor - mother
- Shane Silver - father
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 5'9"
Body type: slender, athletic
Skin tone: light
Eye color: brown-green
Hair color and typical style: brown, typically straight and down, never up. its always longer, just below her shoulders
Played By: Ali Larter
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): a tattoo on the inside of her left forearm of a small, black dragon. a celtic rising sun tattooed on her mid lower back
My Style: Generally pretty plain clothing. Jeans, her boots, tshirts, tank tops, her red vest, sometimes a pair of old suspenders. All neutral or dark colors, nothing too fancy. More of the tomboy kinda thing.[/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes: [/li][li]hunting
[/li][li]her family
[/li][li]being alone
[/li][li]the idea of being in a group (even though she doesnt play well with others)
[/li][li]animals
[/li][li]her guns and hunting knife[/li][/ul]
Dislikes:
- people (she doesnt play well with others)
- the idea that her family is either dead or turned into walkers
- walkers
- crowds
- strangers (she has trust issues)
- anyone who tries to harm innocent people
What was/is your characters dream/goals:
- finding her family - she hopes that nothing bad has happened to them. its really her only goal now aside from surviving herself. if that means joining a group of people in order to do so, she'll do it but she doesnt have to like it.
Fears:
- losing the only remaining family she has left - her brother or baby sister
- big snakes
- getting close to someone who isnt family
- letting someone into her life and then getting hurt by them
Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality (a decent paragraph please): Xandra is a tough as nails city girl with zero tolerance for people who either annoy, piss off or down right irk her. She's got herself a temper and wont take anyones bull shit. But she isnt always the tough girl. That's just one little shield she put up around herself, to add to the thousands. She doesnt trust a whole lot of people with the real her - except her brother and sister, really - and no one ever sees the sweetheart that she used to be before the world started to end and people started turning into walkers. She's a loner right now, and she likes it that way. If no one is with her, she doesnt have to watch anyones back but her own. Except, often times, she wishes her brother was there to back her up.
Strengths :
- thanks to her dad, she's an excellent hunter, if not a little rusty from three years of not going hunting for fun before the apocalypse
- she used to be real good at charming people to get waht she wanted
- she's super observant, though there are days when she might lack it
- singing
- playing guitar
- shooting a gun
- she's great with a hunting knife or anything with a blade, really
Weaknesses :
- men
- children
- her baby sister and older brother
- she closes herself off to people a lot
- she tends to resort to drinking when she's pissed off or depressed
Habits
- she smokes and drinks
- she used to be a shoot-first-ask-questions-later kinda gal
- swears like a trucker
- she's gotten
- she tends to forget that people have feelings and says stupid shit that probably hurts them
Flaws:
- she tends to think that other peoples safety is more important than her own and she will literally put herself in front of a loaded gun to save another person. she doesnt think her life is worth that much, but she keeps fighting anyway.
- she's got a lot of scars from previous fights, with people mostly
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
- hunting and tracking - her father taught her how to track and shoot a gun when she was a kid, as well as everything else involved in hunting, like gutting your kill and such
- before the apocalypse, she'd been a two year practitioner of Krav Maga, a noncompetitive martial art and self-defense system that was developed by the Israeli Army. It involves Karate, boxing, Muay Thai, kickboxing, jujutsu, wrestling and grappling techniques. The name of the art in Hebrew is often translated as "hand-to-hand combat".
- singing - she used to be a phenominal singer and often wrote her own lyrics
- guitar - she learned how to play when she was very little and has continued to play over the years
We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
You really want to know my story? Its not that interesting, at least not to me. I mean, I'm just a typical city girl with typical parents and typical siblings... Still want to hear? Fine, I guess if you really, really want to then I'll tell you. My story starts with this happy little couple in Indianapolis, Indiana - Dominique Taylor and Shane Silver. Dominique was a child services worker and Shane was a cop, a steady lawman who did right by his family. They met on a case he was working that Dominique was involved in. She was helping him with it and after they cracked the case, Shane asked her out. Two years later, they were married and pregnant.
That's where their first kid came in; Adam Silver, current age: 33. Adam was always gettin' himself into trouble when he got older. Nothing serious, but he wasnt exactly the angel in the family. He was only three years old when I was born in 1982, on April 18th. My parents raised us in a very nurturing environment and we learned to look up to them. Mostly, though, I looked up to Adam. He was the older one, the wiser one. He always looked out for me and he always took care of me. There was even a time when he took the fall for my screw ups. And, even though my parents knew it, they only ever punished him for it. Because they knew it was just him being a big brother, protecting his little sister.
I really had no interest in school as a kid. I thought it was just something like a right of passage I had to go through to get where I wanted to be, and most of the time, I just did my homework so I could get out of there in the sentenced amount of time. Like it was some sort of jail sentence. When I was a kid, my parents put me into music lessons - guitar specifically. They thought it would be good for me to learn something like that, maybe get my interests on track, but I didnt really want anything to do with it at the time. I didnt pick up a real interest in music until I was halfway through grade 9, when I first went to my first concert. I remember it specifically. My brother had some how come up with two VIP passes to a Coldplay concert - yeah, I know, but Coldplay used to be one of my favorite bands - and I got to meet Jonny Buckland, the lead guitarist of the band. I remember talking to him about how much I loved their music and how I wished I could write like that, and how he told me that if I really wanted to write music, then I should take the chance and try it out. So I did. I went home that night and spent the whole night writing, until the next day, I had a full set of lyrics for a song I never got to sing.
What I waited for every weekend and every big holiday was when my dad, Shane Silver, would take me and Adam out of town into the country for camping. Or when we'd just go on little hunting expeditions. Dad was a gun owner and a long-time hunter. It was like his escape from his own life, and I learned to use it as mine as well. I was only a kid, nothing but a sixteen year old girl when he first took us out. He taught us how to track things first, starting off with the bigger animals around the area and wokring his way down. And after we'd aced that, he taught us how to shoot. Sometimes we'd go to the shooting range in town, sometimes we'd go to the country to hunt and he'd let me and Adam work on a moving target, but I was pretty good at it. I dont know whether it was natural talent or just spontaneous, but no one would've ever known I'd be so good with a gun before that. I wasnt particularly fond of them though. I didnt like the sound, and because of that, I prefered knives better.
Getting through high school was easy. All I had to do was keep my grades above a 60 and my parents didnt bother me, I could do basically what I wanted, when I wanted. The problem was, I didnt know what I wanted to do after that. Basically, I picked up a job at this retro-style diner. You know, the whole records on the wall, juke box in the corner, tacky turquoise leather seats and checkered tile floors deal. That kinda thing.. Girls in retro pink roller skates. What can I say, I was desperate for the money, and had absolutely no interest in waiting for something with less Beach Boys music to come along and bite me in the ass. It was that year too that my little sister was born. She was my responsibility, I thought. Like I was Adam's. I had to protect her, I had to take the fall for her. Her name was Thea, and she and I were closer than close.
So, I spent the next few years until my twenty first birthday working there, gathering enough cash to get me into school, where I went in for law enforcement. I figured, I had a clean slate, no criminal record, and my dad was a cop and we were both hunters. That'd get me at least a few points in the police academy right? It took me several years to get through that. I was pretty good, but I stayed a couple extra years in the academy to better my abilities. I wanted to be the best, like my father was. Which was exactly what I was going to be. By the time I got out, I got several offers from different police departments around the states, including the FBI. But I technically couldnt even make up my mind. For a while, I spent time with the Indianapolis Police Department, until I turned 26, and then I took a leave of absense. I needed something new in my life. So, I decided to put what money I had into traveling.
I'd heard of people going on these "soul searching" kinds of things, so I decided that traveling was a good way to go on my own. I went to several places, mostly places with the best culture. India, mostly. Eventually, I ended up in Israel, where I spent two years, just enjoying life. I traveled in the safer areas there, avoiding any conflict mostly. And I made a lot of friends along the way, including a man who'd retired from the Israeli army. He was a very skilled man in the art of Krav Maga and when I decided that I wanted to learn, he took me on with open arms. It was interesting. I excelled in it, though, I took my time. I knew way more in the art than my belt would generally tell me I did. I was only an orange belt when I left but my skills in the art made me around a blue belt, two belts above.
I left though after my mentor died, deciding to go home and practice it on my own. It was just before my 30th birthday when I returned home to find that my father had died from a heart attack and my mother had disappeared - no where to be seen or found. It only figured I wouldnt have found out about it before... I hadnt left them with any idea how to find or contact me.
When the apocalypse started, my brother, sister and I didnt know what was going on. There were army men running around shooting random innocent people. We hid, for the most part, in the sewers until they passed. Next thing we knew, they were gone and the people left, even some of the dead, were acting weird. They started eating people and shit and all hell broke loose after that. At some point, I got separated from Adam and Thea. I met up with a few survivors outside of Indianapolis who'd seen the two of them, heard that they were heading in the direction of Georgia. So, that's where I headed. And now, I'm in Briarcliff, GA, aka the North Druid Hills, looking for the only family I got left.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Walkers. She hated walkers. Loathed them, in fact. Just empty shells of things that used to be humans, walking, mindless meat sacs. Yet, here she was, in Briarcliff, GA, which - by the way - was overrun by the damn things, looking for her brother and sister. How she managed to get herself into this shit, she did not know, but whatever. Flicking the safety on the police issue handgun she had in her hand off and aiming the gun, she looked over at the zombie coming up on her, aiming for his - its - head.
When had the world gone completely to shit? she wondered. When did everything fall apart, when did it all come crashing down? The one thing in the world she was thankful for was that her brother, like her, was a survivor. He would be able to take care of their sister, keep her alive. The younger girl was only thirteen years old, after all. She needed him. Taking a deep breath, she breathed slowly, steadily, waiting until the zombie was only a few feet from her before she pulled the trigger, the bullet going straight through its head with deadly percision.
Xandra only let herself have a single moment to watch as the lifeless, forever dead body of the walker fell to the ground, before she was off, sprinting toward her F-150 and the weapons in the bed. Former police officer Alexandra Taylor was always ready for them, now. She'd learned never to leave a place without at least one new weapon in hand, in case she had to replace another. And she never stayed in one spot for long. Aiming her gun at a walker near her truck, she pulled the trigger, brain matter splattering across the side of the truck door as the walker dropped to the ground and she jumped over its body, wrenching the door open.
Before she knew it, she was in the black pickup, the door closed and locked behind her, and her gun sitting on the seat next to her. Pushing the key into the ignition, she turned her hand, starting the truck up and starting out. She was leaving town for good this time. She didnt have time to screw around with hopes that her siblings were in a town she knew was no longer inhabited by anything but walkers. Putting the truck into gear, she stepped on the gas and headed for city limits, with a little bit more of her faith in the survival of her family crumbling. God, she hoped they were okay.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Lily
Your Age: 18
Other character(s) at STL: n/a
You really want to know my story? Its not that interesting, at least not to me. I mean, I'm just a typical city girl with typical parents and typical siblings... Still want to hear? Fine, I guess if you really, really want to then I'll tell you. My story starts with this happy little couple in Indianapolis, Indiana - Dominique Taylor and Shane Silver. Dominique was a child services worker and Shane was a cop, a steady lawman who did right by his family. They met on a case he was working that Dominique was involved in. She was helping him with it and after they cracked the case, Shane asked her out. Two years later, they were married and pregnant.
That's where their first kid came in; Adam Silver, current age: 33. Adam was always gettin' himself into trouble when he got older. Nothing serious, but he wasnt exactly the angel in the family. He was only three years old when I was born in 1982, on April 18th. My parents raised us in a very nurturing environment and we learned to look up to them. Mostly, though, I looked up to Adam. He was the older one, the wiser one. He always looked out for me and he always took care of me. There was even a time when he took the fall for my screw ups. And, even though my parents knew it, they only ever punished him for it. Because they knew it was just him being a big brother, protecting his little sister.
I really had no interest in school as a kid. I thought it was just something like a right of passage I had to go through to get where I wanted to be, and most of the time, I just did my homework so I could get out of there in the sentenced amount of time. Like it was some sort of jail sentence. When I was a kid, my parents put me into music lessons - guitar specifically. They thought it would be good for me to learn something like that, maybe get my interests on track, but I didnt really want anything to do with it at the time. I didnt pick up a real interest in music until I was halfway through grade 9, when I first went to my first concert. I remember it specifically. My brother had some how come up with two VIP passes to a Coldplay concert - yeah, I know, but Coldplay used to be one of my favorite bands - and I got to meet Jonny Buckland, the lead guitarist of the band. I remember talking to him about how much I loved their music and how I wished I could write like that, and how he told me that if I really wanted to write music, then I should take the chance and try it out. So I did. I went home that night and spent the whole night writing, until the next day, I had a full set of lyrics for a song I never got to sing.
What I waited for every weekend and every big holiday was when my dad, Shane Silver, would take me and Adam out of town into the country for camping. Or when we'd just go on little hunting expeditions. Dad was a gun owner and a long-time hunter. It was like his escape from his own life, and I learned to use it as mine as well. I was only a kid, nothing but a sixteen year old girl when he first took us out. He taught us how to track things first, starting off with the bigger animals around the area and wokring his way down. And after we'd aced that, he taught us how to shoot. Sometimes we'd go to the shooting range in town, sometimes we'd go to the country to hunt and he'd let me and Adam work on a moving target, but I was pretty good at it. I dont know whether it was natural talent or just spontaneous, but no one would've ever known I'd be so good with a gun before that. I wasnt particularly fond of them though. I didnt like the sound, and because of that, I prefered knives better.
Getting through high school was easy. All I had to do was keep my grades above a 60 and my parents didnt bother me, I could do basically what I wanted, when I wanted. The problem was, I didnt know what I wanted to do after that. Basically, I picked up a job at this retro-style diner. You know, the whole records on the wall, juke box in the corner, tacky turquoise leather seats and checkered tile floors deal. That kinda thing.. Girls in retro pink roller skates. What can I say, I was desperate for the money, and had absolutely no interest in waiting for something with less Beach Boys music to come along and bite me in the ass. It was that year too that my little sister was born. She was my responsibility, I thought. Like I was Adam's. I had to protect her, I had to take the fall for her. Her name was Thea, and she and I were closer than close.
So, I spent the next few years until my twenty first birthday working there, gathering enough cash to get me into school, where I went in for law enforcement. I figured, I had a clean slate, no criminal record, and my dad was a cop and we were both hunters. That'd get me at least a few points in the police academy right? It took me several years to get through that. I was pretty good, but I stayed a couple extra years in the academy to better my abilities. I wanted to be the best, like my father was. Which was exactly what I was going to be. By the time I got out, I got several offers from different police departments around the states, including the FBI. But I technically couldnt even make up my mind. For a while, I spent time with the Indianapolis Police Department, until I turned 26, and then I took a leave of absense. I needed something new in my life. So, I decided to put what money I had into traveling.
I'd heard of people going on these "soul searching" kinds of things, so I decided that traveling was a good way to go on my own. I went to several places, mostly places with the best culture. India, mostly. Eventually, I ended up in Israel, where I spent two years, just enjoying life. I traveled in the safer areas there, avoiding any conflict mostly. And I made a lot of friends along the way, including a man who'd retired from the Israeli army. He was a very skilled man in the art of Krav Maga and when I decided that I wanted to learn, he took me on with open arms. It was interesting. I excelled in it, though, I took my time. I knew way more in the art than my belt would generally tell me I did. I was only an orange belt when I left but my skills in the art made me around a blue belt, two belts above.
I left though after my mentor died, deciding to go home and practice it on my own. It was just before my 30th birthday when I returned home to find that my father had died from a heart attack and my mother had disappeared - no where to be seen or found. It only figured I wouldnt have found out about it before... I hadnt left them with any idea how to find or contact me.
When the apocalypse started, my brother, sister and I didnt know what was going on. There were army men running around shooting random innocent people. We hid, for the most part, in the sewers until they passed. Next thing we knew, they were gone and the people left, even some of the dead, were acting weird. They started eating people and shit and all hell broke loose after that. At some point, I got separated from Adam and Thea. I met up with a few survivors outside of Indianapolis who'd seen the two of them, heard that they were heading in the direction of Georgia. So, that's where I headed. And now, I'm in Briarcliff, GA, aka the North Druid Hills, looking for the only family I got left.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Walkers. She hated walkers. Loathed them, in fact. Just empty shells of things that used to be humans, walking, mindless meat sacs. Yet, here she was, in Briarcliff, GA, which - by the way - was overrun by the damn things, looking for her brother and sister. How she managed to get herself into this shit, she did not know, but whatever. Flicking the safety on the police issue handgun she had in her hand off and aiming the gun, she looked over at the zombie coming up on her, aiming for his - its - head.
When had the world gone completely to shit? she wondered. When did everything fall apart, when did it all come crashing down? The one thing in the world she was thankful for was that her brother, like her, was a survivor. He would be able to take care of their sister, keep her alive. The younger girl was only thirteen years old, after all. She needed him. Taking a deep breath, she breathed slowly, steadily, waiting until the zombie was only a few feet from her before she pulled the trigger, the bullet going straight through its head with deadly percision.
Xandra only let herself have a single moment to watch as the lifeless, forever dead body of the walker fell to the ground, before she was off, sprinting toward her F-150 and the weapons in the bed. Former police officer Alexandra Taylor was always ready for them, now. She'd learned never to leave a place without at least one new weapon in hand, in case she had to replace another. And she never stayed in one spot for long. Aiming her gun at a walker near her truck, she pulled the trigger, brain matter splattering across the side of the truck door as the walker dropped to the ground and she jumped over its body, wrenching the door open.
Before she knew it, she was in the black pickup, the door closed and locked behind her, and her gun sitting on the seat next to her. Pushing the key into the ignition, she turned her hand, starting the truck up and starting out. She was leaving town for good this time. She didnt have time to screw around with hopes that her siblings were in a town she knew was no longer inhabited by anything but walkers. Putting the truck into gear, she stepped on the gas and headed for city limits, with a little bit more of her faith in the survival of her family crumbling. God, she hoped they were okay.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Lily
Your Age: 18
Other character(s) at STL: n/a
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