Post by Daryal Taylor on Sept 19, 2012 5:27:24 GMT -5
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DARYAL JAMES TAYLORTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Daryal James Taylor
Nickname(s): D, Big D
Canon/Original/Adoptable: Original
Birthday/Place of Birth: October 28th Harlem, New York
Current Residence: Unknown
Family:[/left] Mark Taylor -father(deceased) Mary Taylor -mother(deceased) Shawn Taylor-brother (unknown)
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 6'
Body type: Large and muscular. Weighs about 230 lbs.
Skin tone: Dark/Black
Eye color: Brown
Hair color and typical style: Bald
Played By: Irving Rhames
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): Both ears pierced, no other markings.
My Style:Steel Toe Boots, jeans, sleeveless shirts and normal shirts, beanies if available, black jackets preferred. [/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes: (at least 5) Sports, working out, music, women, movies, money, big trucks, tough animals, guns.
Dislikes: (at least 5) Authority figures, cats, assholes, politics, religion, racism, water, undead people, talkative people.
What was/is your characters dream/goals:(the obvious one- surviving the apocalypse, is a given.) He was in prison when the outbreak occurred, so he obviously wanted out.
Fears: He likes to pretend that he is afraid of nothing, but he is afraid of people judging him. He has been looked down upon most of his life. He is also afraid of drowning or suffocating.[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality (a decent paragraph please): He has the mentality of your typical 'man'. He is cocky, brave, prideful, narcissistic, arrogant, etc. But he can be a big teddy bear when he is comfortable with the people he is around...just do not make him angry because the 'teddy' part will quickly leave. He is kind at times, but feels the need to be brash and on defense all the time.
Strengths : (at least 5) Physically he is a strong man, as his size can show. He also is strong minded and able to do things others can't. He has a survivor mentality, which has kept him alive thus far even though he is not as quick as others. He's good with weapons, though prefers a shotgun; and has carpentry skills. He knows a lot about vehicles and knows a bit on electronics as well.
Weaknesses : (at least 5) Afraid of letting people close and trusting them, deathly afraid of suffocation or drowning so he likes to stay away from water and tight places if he can. He is a follower and rarely likes to take the lead, though he can handle things on his own if needed. He does not like pressure and is addicted to smoking. When he can't smoke he is very moody, at least before the apocalypse hit.
Habits (smoking, drinking, nail biting, etc): Smokes frequently, drinks only when he really needs a drink.
Flaws: (please include at least one personality and and one physical):He is slow when on the run and generally thinks he's better than a lot of people he meets.[/right]
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
Has great strength and knows how to use many weapons, though favors close range combat. He was a carpenter, but also has skills in mechanics and electronics. He usually relies on these assets rather than staying in shadows and running, but will if need be. [/left]
We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Daryal was raised on the streets of Harlem, with his parents both dying at an early age. He joined a gang and has since robbed from gas stations to vehicles. When he got older he decided to get away from that lifestyle as most of his closest friends were killed. He started getting normal jobs, such as working at auto zone and becoming a carpenter.
His life seemed to get better, so he moved away to Atlanta, Georgia to start anew. There, he got a wife named Melissa and two sons and together they all lived happily ever after.
A few good years into his life and the bad started to come back. A group of gangsters broke into his house while he was out and brutally murdered his entire family, but the criminals were caught and sentenced for it. Daryal didn't find there punishment to be enough and his old ways came back to him...eye for an eye. Daryal killed the men that murdered his family at court, sentencing him to prison for a very long time.
The apocalypse eventually happened while he was in the fields of his prison, and all hell broke lose. He was able to escape with a few inmates, but they quickly were taken by the hordes as well. Daryal barely escaped and, while the cities were in complete chaos, he hid and has survived somewhere in the great big city.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Daryal hid behind the counter as the two walkers passed by. He could hear them shuffling across, their breath huffed as if they were actually breathing with life. He gripped his baseball bat and waited patiently, not exactly knowing what he would do next. 'Do I run for the door?' he thought, his nerves starting to overcome him now. 'Do I try to kill them?' He nodded his head and decided to kill them, so he stood up and, as quietly as he could, slid over the counter. One of the walkers turned around and saw him, it shrieked a horrific sound, but Daryal swung his bat before anything more could happen and bashed the creature to the floor. He then stood over it and started smashing the rest of its' skull in.
"You like that? You like that, baby?" he yelled, as the other approached. "Come on playa!"
He got in a swinging stance, but then heard a voice call out from behind him.
"Get down!" it screamed.
Daryal dropped to the ground as a man in snakeskin boots blasted the walker's head clean off with a shotgun. The big black man got back up and looked at the crazy cowboy.
"Damn...uh...thanks."
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Daryal Taylor
Your Age: 29
Other character(s) at STL:
naDaryal was raised on the streets of Harlem, with his parents both dying at an early age. He joined a gang and has since robbed from gas stations to vehicles. When he got older he decided to get away from that lifestyle as most of his closest friends were killed. He started getting normal jobs, such as working at auto zone and becoming a carpenter.
His life seemed to get better, so he moved away to Atlanta, Georgia to start anew. There, he got a wife named Melissa and two sons and together they all lived happily ever after.
A few good years into his life and the bad started to come back. A group of gangsters broke into his house while he was out and brutally murdered his entire family, but the criminals were caught and sentenced for it. Daryal didn't find there punishment to be enough and his old ways came back to him...eye for an eye. Daryal killed the men that murdered his family at court, sentencing him to prison for a very long time.
The apocalypse eventually happened while he was in the fields of his prison, and all hell broke lose. He was able to escape with a few inmates, but they quickly were taken by the hordes as well. Daryal barely escaped and, while the cities were in complete chaos, he hid and has survived somewhere in the great big city.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Daryal hid behind the counter as the two walkers passed by. He could hear them shuffling across, their breath huffed as if they were actually breathing with life. He gripped his baseball bat and waited patiently, not exactly knowing what he would do next. 'Do I run for the door?' he thought, his nerves starting to overcome him now. 'Do I try to kill them?' He nodded his head and decided to kill them, so he stood up and, as quietly as he could, slid over the counter. One of the walkers turned around and saw him, it shrieked a horrific sound, but Daryal swung his bat before anything more could happen and bashed the creature to the floor. He then stood over it and started smashing the rest of its' skull in.
"You like that? You like that, baby?" he yelled, as the other approached. "Come on playa!"
He got in a swinging stance, but then heard a voice call out from behind him.
"Get down!" it screamed.
Daryal dropped to the ground as a man in snakeskin boots blasted the walker's head clean off with a shotgun. The big black man got back up and looked at the crazy cowboy.
"Damn...uh...thanks."
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Daryal Taylor
Your Age: 29
Other character(s) at STL:
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