Full Name: Taylor Blackmore
Allegiance: Neutral
Nicknames: None"
Race: Unknown
Language: English, Italian and French
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual
Relationship: Single
Occupation: She has gone from job to job to help her survive. Currently apply for a position as maid with the Lamori home.
Family:
Her family were all killed off as an infant.
She has very little memory of them and as a result knows very little about her past nor of who or what she is. She was found by an old woman who cared for her until she too passed on when she was just eight-years-old. This was the closest family she ever had. She ran away when the woman died as opposed to being put into foster homes. Convinced she could find her family, unaware of what happened to them. She isn’t even really sure of her true family name, but adapted one as the years went by.
Appearance:
Height:
5' 1".
Weight: 105 lbs
Eyes: They change between blue, green and grey depending on her mood.
Hair: light blonde but changes to white when faced with intense emotion of any sort.
Skin Tone: Fair skinned though tans extremely easily.
Face: Large eyes, slim heart-shaped face, puffy lips though they are not particularly large, long curling eyelashes. As a child she had freckles, though now they only show after she has been in the sun. She often wears makeup, though prefers to keep her look somewhat natural as much of her life she has gotten by, by going unnoticed. However the odd time she does let her playful side show.
Build:
Short, and mid-way between slim and athletic. Her years of running and fending for herself have left her with some muscle, but far from entering any competitions. Curvy silhouette.
Attire:
Talor has learned to adapt and blend in wherever she goes, however, even when she is amongst the more conservative roles she still adds a bit of a seductive flare where she can.
Personality:
She is cautious and untrusting of many as she has been shown by experience that trust is a bad thing. She is a survivor and has learned to read people and their intentions very well. In the end however, she is young, somewhat naïve and knows little about who she is or her past. While she is feisty and strong, she is also lost and unsure, though she tries to keep that side hidden from all who meet her. She has spent most of her life searching for information about her past. The more she learns of her abilities the more determined she has become to find out where she came from and what she is. She is resourceful, smart and confident. Those who manage to gain her trust she loves fiercely, is incredibly loyal to, and will do anything she can to protect them when it counts. She is very playful when she wants to be and loves to tease.
General Information:
Taylor is somewhat mysterious, not just to others, but to herself as well. Since the old woman who took her in died, she has been on her own. Her resourcefulness has allowed her to travel to many cities, towns, and countries in search of information on who she is. She has taken on many odd jobs, becoming whomever she needs to in order to survive. She has let very few come close to her throughout her lifetime as those who have seemed to meet some form of terrible end. This has led her to a point where she doesn’t let anyone get close to her any more as she fears she is a bad omen to those who care for her. She holds a lot of pain within her as a result of this. She appears quiet at first but is very feisty and quite playful. She enjoys to let her sexual side roam freely, though doesn’t let anyone past the act alone to prevent anyone from gaining feelings for her. In her mind she is keeping them safe by doing this. The old woman taught her to read at a very young age and from there she has self-taught herself about the world and the things within it. She is very smart and uses it to her advantage, though often does not let on she knows as much as she does. She currently has no friends and no known family. She was tipped off that there might be some answers to her past in the area, so Taylor took a job as a maid working for the Lamori family as a means of making money while continuing her search. She lied about her age to get the job, pretending she was 22 rather than just 17. In the last year more abilities have been appearing and others have been growing stronger. They have showed themselves at incredibly less than ideal times but she has been able to cover them. She isn’t sure why she hides them, but something just tells her it is safer to do so. As her 18th birthday grows closer her abilities get harder to hide as she doesn’t understand how to control them. This also includes typical teenage hormones that are incredibly intensified. She has trouble sleeping as she is haunted by the things of her past, as a result she often ends up sneaking out on her own late at night and wandering the grounds.
Favorite things:
1. Traveling – she has adored traveling and learning about other cultures and their history.
2. Animals
3. Reading
4. She is entranced by the stars.
5. Submission
6. Taboo
7. Sex
8.. Music of any particular genre
9. The teasing of men and women alike
10. Movie binges with lots of popcorn
Dislikes:
1. Those who take advantage of the ‘little guy’. While she keeps her distance from most people, she has a big heart and will stand up for those who needed without a second thought.
2. Iced tea
3. Sour candies
4. Hang overs
5. Forced collars
Rp Sample:
Shiloh leaned against the tree trunk, it’s rough bark pressing into her exposed skin, leaving grooved lines indented into it. Any other time the small jutting twigs that’s pressed into her may have bordered on painful, but at the moment they went unnoticed. The aching that filled her body overpowered any less trivial sensations.
She leaned her head back against the tree, closed her eyes and took a deep breath in as she felt the warm breeze wrap against her body. It reminded her of times before all this. Those long summer days on the ranch. The ones where her brother bbqed steaks that you could smell across the property, one of those scents that solidified the season, and she begged her parents to let her stay out a couple hours later so she could spend the extra time tangled with Jason in the back of his truck bed. She loved those moments. Down the dirt road, just 15 minutes away but it felt like halfway across the world when they were laying on that mountain top lookout with the blanket of stars wrapping the sky overhead. She could practically smell the cheap axe spray that used to fill her nose as she nuzzled herself into him and let the tips of her fingers run down his chest.
Those innocent moments. When there was so much left to explore and discover. So many possibilities. There was nothing but hope, excitement and curiosity. She had wanted to do everything and anything and wanted it done all at once. The world felt huge, and those simple moments with Jason in the back of that old rusted chev felt like they would last forever, even though time seemed to be stuck on fast forward whenever he was near. It made no sense and perfect sense all at once.
She wished she could go back there, that she could feel that hope, that excitement, that wonder just one more time.
She left her eyes closed for a long moment, just letting the warm air bring back as many of those memories as it could. She had so little left to hold onto, she didn’t want to end it so soon.
She sighed out as she tipped her head back down and took a deep breath. Wishing she didn’t need to leave that lookout, wishing she could smell that cheap cologne and feel Jason’s fingers wander her body like he was exploring it for the first time, one last time.
She looked around, watching the wind making the pine trees dance a slow delicate dance as their bows would bend ever so slightly. The forest was silent except for the odd chirping of birds and she was completely alone. That was not a terrible thing though. She preferred it in fact. If she was alone then she was safe.
She shrugged her shoulders down and let her backpack drop down her bruised arms before swinging it to her front. She opened the top with her free hand and reached in, grabbing a bottle of water and a package of bandages before dropping the bag to the ground at her feet.
She opened the bottle and took a few long sips. She wanted so badly to down the whole thing, the day had been so unbearably hot and the brush hadn’t offered as much shade as she had hoped. She knew better though. She pulled the bottle away from her pillowed lips and felt the wind kiss the dampness left behind.
Shiloh turned her attention to her right arm, carefully pulling off the dirt-stained bandage and inspecting the wound underneath. It was still gashed open and still fairly deep, but it didn’t look infected, which was her biggest worry. She would need to get it stitched up eventually, she knew If she kept going the way she was it would never heal. For now though, the best she could do was keep it clean and covered. She poured some water over it, flinching as she felt it come in contact, her face scrunching slightly. She put the cap back on the bottle and dropped it inside the bag before waving her arm about, letting the air dry it before applying a fresh bandage.
She would need to find more medical supplies soon. Hopefully there would be some houses a head. There had been nothing for days and she was desperate for food and a place to sleep. In truth, until
Now she didn’t feel safe enough to sleep. She had wanted to put as much distance between her and the men as possible. Over the last week she had gone several days without sleeping at all and the few times she has slept it was for very short periods and was often interrupted by nightmares.
She was exhausted and knew it was starting to impact her ability to react as well. If she were to run into something, or someone, she was putting herself much more at risk. But she couldn’t just set up camp in the open. It was too dangerous.
She would need to keep heading forward and hope to find somewhere she could take shelter, somewhere she could go unnoticed.
She wiped her blonde hair away from her sweaty face. She hadn’t seen her reflection in days but she knew she looked terrible even without it. Her hair was matted and dirt-filled, and the dust clung to her sweaty skin, though you could barely tell as the bruises covering her body masked it well. She could just imagine the bags under her eyes, and her clothes were tattered and blood-stained.
She thought once more about the times down the old dirt road. She thought about how many times she changed before deciding on the simple but cute sundress and leather ankle boots. She remembered how her hair fell down the small of her back in perfect soft curls, and how a simple bit of lip stick and eye liner could make her face pop in seconds. She remembered that time when looks meant something. A time when it was pretty much all she had to worry about.
She had come a long way since then, though Shiloh wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.
She grabbed the backpack a swung it back over her shoulder blades, kicking at the dirt path as she began moving once again. The barrel of the gun still somehow remaining cool against her skin as she walked. The country songs from the old chev’s radio playing in her head as she went. She hummer out the melody, singing the choruses quietly to herself.
