Infamous Auror

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

@Nallore I'll get on that asap ^^

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

@Nallore A total 3 hours later than I said I'd get her in, but I'm sure you know why I was late. >~< I'm still sorry. Here she is! I'll bring my male in later, as I previously let you know. :]

Taylor Evers

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Taylor Ryan Evers

I think weeds are just plants we haven't learned to love yet. -Michael D. Young

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Character Summary

Name: Taylor Ryan Evers
Aliases: Evers, Tre, Tiger Lily
Age: 21 years and counting
Birthday: October 7th
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Black mix
Red Lake Native: Not so much
Birth Place: Chicago, Illinois
Place of Residency: 098 Aspen Lane
Gender: Female
Education: High School Graduate; Some College
Occupation: Chef at B&B [Part-Time}; Ranchhand {Part-Time}; Photographer {Self-Employed}
Languages: English {fluent}; French {intermediate}; Spanish {conversational}

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Appearance

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 142lbs
Body Type: Mesomorph
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Warm, Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Edgar Allen Poe's 'Nevermore' on the back of my right shoulder, Black native Stallion on my right shoulder, and a Celtic design on my chest. As for piercings, I tend to just stay away from them. I can't exactly wear a 'typical girl's' jewelry. I don't own any scars.
Personal Style: Can't pinpoint something that's so ever evolving. _Sigh. I don't really have one set style, it kind of just happens with whatever mood I'm in that day. Though I'd have to say I'm most comfortable in a hoodie, jeans, and converse or boots with my wavy curls down, sometimes with a beanie to complete the typical 'hipster' look. No, it's not intentional. No, I'm not an actual 'hipster'. You'll never find me without my necklace and ring, both sorts of gifts from my mother. The necklace _{luckily not true silver,} she gifted me for my 13th birthday, the ring I obtained after she died. It was the one thing of hers that I wanted for myself.

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Psychology

Observant * Impulsive * Reliable * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bi-sexual, prefers men
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: I guess you could say I'm your typical loner. Kind of a rebel, as well, honestly. Not the hard-core types, but one all the same. I care deeply and love purely. Throughout the years of hardships I've faced, I manage to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. I'm a fighter. I stand up for what's right in the world. Not much that's right about it, now, but... I don't get intimidated by anyone. The only person alive to successfully ruffle my feathers, or..rather, my fur... is my father. That's a deep-rooted issue that will never resolve itself, though. I'm stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you may call it. All of the above, I guess. I don't give up easily, that's for sure. I doubt you'll find another girl quite like me.
Habits: Smokes cannabis _{{once every night before bed, and occasionally a second time at any point in the day}}, brushes teeth and showers daily, swears like no tomorrow, holds onto her necklace when she's in deep thought, ends her night with reading a good book out on her porch before bed, bounces her leg when impatient or deep in thought while sitting, she'll purposely keep a handful of excess change in her pocket incase she happen to run into a homeless person so she may give it to them, etc.
Hobbies: Photography, Writing, Reading, Hiking, Paintballing, Shooting, Archery, Bareback & Western Horseback, Camping, Gym, Dance, Cooking, Sewing, People Watching, etc.
Fears:

• Tragedy happening to remaining family
• Turning someone, like the way she was infected by her cousin
• Having kids, potentially passing on the gene

Likes:

• Music _{both listening to it and making it}
• Reading
• Socializing _{in small doses}
• Helping others
• Staying busy on her feet
• Traveling
• Netflix
• Online Gaming {PC}
• The Great Outdoors
• Photographing nature

Dislikes:

• Judgemental people
• Full moons
• Being center of anyone's attention
• Drinking // People who drink _{{doesn't mind social drinkers, just can't stand drunks}}
• Getting too close to people
• Two specific 'times of the month'

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Skills

General Skills:

• Culinary {intermediate}
• Flaying {Hunting purposes}
• Computer Hacking {intermediate}
• Photography {advanced}
• Housekeeping
• Mechanics // Car Repair {basic}
• First Aid {basic}

Combat Skills:

• Archery
• Forbearance
• Stalking // Hunting
• Throwing Knives

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing
  > Casual Outfit ; Grey hoodie, slightly faded blue jeans with black and white converse
  > B&B Uniform ; Maroon Chef's shirt with black slacks and non-slip leather Converse look-alike shoes
  > Ranchhand Attire ; Flannel shirt, plain tanktop undershirt, blue jeans and work boots
• Backpack
  > Wallet
  > Jeep keys
  > Change of clothes
  > Refillable canister
  > Glass pipe
  Wallet
  > Government I.D.
  > Medical Insurance Card
  > $100 Cash {American dollar}
  > Debit Card
• Keys on lanyard
• Lighter
• Folding knife, clipped to inside of right pants pocket

Possessions at Home:

• Jeep Wrangler
• HP 15.6" Notebook Laptop
• Flat screen tv
• Xbox One console
• Hunting rifle
• Lever-action shotgun
• Bull Terrier dog, Sadie

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History

Life Before Red Lake I lived in Chicago, Illinois for the better part of 20 years with my family. I never knew what it was like to live in a home with both parents around. My parents separated before I hit 2 years of age, and kept quite a hostile relationship over the years. By the age of 8, I'd realized the kind of damage that broken-from-the-start relationship was having on my mother even though they no longer shared a love for one another. My mother was a waitress and a bartender, and when she'd come home from her bar job she'd nearly pass out as soon as she got through the door at night. Simple social drinking was never enough to kill the pain I wasn't aware she was facing at that time, so she would indulge in large quantities of the harder liquors. By the time I turned 12, she was on her deathbed. Liver failure and such were taking her, and shortly before I'd turned 13 she passed away.

It wasn't long after that I was sent off to live with my father, who was already starting a family of his own. A wife, two young step children and a newborn son of his own. Spent the majority of the next year and a half being their own personal Cinderella. Once I made it to 8th-grade graduation, my grandmother {mom's mom} took me in and raised me on her own. I completed my high school career under her care, got a job and went out for my permit as soon as I could {age 16} and started saving up as much as I could to get out of Chicago. When I was 17, my favorite cousin Charlie was going through a rough time. He seemed to be unhinged and simply just not himself. It worried me, and one night I'd decided to go over to his place with a little surprise _joint for him. To my unknown displeasure, it was his first full moon and he wasn't exactly aware of what was really wrong with him. In his mind, he was sick. With what, he was completely unaware. That night while I went to check on him, he managed to scratch me.. which in turn infected me.

I spent my first full moon in Thatcher Woods, away from society. I was lucky enough to know what was wrong with me, and knew what would happen. I didn't want to repeat what my cousin had done to me, so I spent my first 2 years in my other form roaming the different woods of Illinois. Every other month I'd drive out to a different one to test it out, see which I'd like better. At the age of 20, after several odds and ends jobs, I finally had enough to move away.

Enter Red Lake. Shortly after my 20th birthday, I'd moved into the area and quickly picked up a job at the B&B as a maid as well as finally started my first semester of college at Le Cordon Bleu in Pittsburg. After a year or so there, I went out for the chef position at the B&B, to which I landed and started immediately. Been doing that gig ever since. Not long after, I saw an advertisement for the position at the ranch. What I make at the B&B along with my Photography side work I was already making enough to keep me at a comfortable place, but figured I could get it for some extra cash as well as the exercise the job would give me. The extra pent up energy from being what I am, it helps immensely.

Life in Red Lake:

Thoughts On Riley Walker: Riley is a co-worker of mine. She's real nice, never has a problem with anyone.. always shows for her shifts on-time. When she didn't show up for work the day she'd gone missing, I knew something was wrong. I overheard her parent's concerns while in the break room. I'm sure not long after they'd gotten off from work they went to file the report, but it didn't surface to the public until the following day. With the brutal murder of the mayor so fresh in everyone's mind, it wasn't long before the term 'serial killer' was being tossed around. I just hope Riley is okay, and the whispers aren't true.

Thoughts On The Murder: It was brutal. And the writing in blood? We have a definite psychopath on our hands. The way his body was mutilated, though.. it doesn't appear human. However, unless the rabid Monte Python-status killer bunny made the mayor write in his own blood before finishing him off, there's something else at work here.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: I'm Still Here by John Reznik
Deviances: I'm a werewolf
Extra Information: Shiver series by Maggie Stiefvater's Samuel Roth and Cole St. Clair ; Nallore//Infamous Auror 1x1 :)
_{{Decided to not be typical and choose a Harry Potter character.. but for what it's worth... Remus is my main were<3}}

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

The Wolves of Red Lake

@Nallore I'd like to take up residence in 098 Asher Lane, if that's not too big a deal. I'll have my CS to you shortly. Within the next day or two. :) Will have a male and female character.. 19y.o. female and 25y.o. male, maybe? ^^

EDIT: Is there any chance of being able to make both my characters werewolves? :] If not, one will be and the other could just simply be human x)

The Hunger Games (Nallore & Infamous Auror)

@Nallore I..... am SO down!<3 Is the one post a week thing going to be an issue? Or should I up it to two?..or more? xD Cause I can, I just gotta be told. We got lucky with our daughter. She's quite an amazing newborn. <3 :) Eats, sleeps and just relaxes.. hardly cries unless she messes her diaper or wants to be held. :) I could probably manage more posts a week than just one if necessary ^^

Nevermind. Read the rules xD

The Hunger Games (Nallore & Infamous Auror)

Kolton Favreau

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Kolton took a look around them as they were pulled from the vehicle, holding tightly to Silver's hand. Unwilling to let go, though he knew they'd be forced to part at any moment. The stylists stood there looking them over, like someone out to buy a purebred who's been presented with filthy street mutts. Well, that was what most thought of the people in District 12, wasn't it? Kolton grit his teeth lightly at the thought, judging the Capitol people as equally as they were judging them on appearance alone which suddenly begged the question; Would that be all that they'd be judged on? Looks..? There's only so much you can do to oneself to make them attractive.

As they all stood there in a moment of silence that seemed to last a lifetime, Kolton turned to Silver as he dropped her hand and replaced it on her jaw tenderly, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Now darlin', I know I just told you I wouldn't leave ya', but.. right now, we don't really have the luxury of choice." Kol half-smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. As he pulled away, he added, "We'll see each other again, real soon. Okay?" His thumb gently brushed over her cheek just before he forced himself to pull away from her side, walking backward towards the couple who were staring particularly at him, figuring they were his personal stylist and assistant. "They give you any trouble, you let me know, alright?" As he turned to join his stylists, he made the "I'm watching you" gesture with his hand from his eyes towards her stylists with a playful smirk which immediately turned to laughter with the looks he received. With one final glance back at Silver, Kolton turned away and began walking off with his stylists.

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The Hunger Games (Nallore & Infamous Auror)

Getting a post up tomorrow. I'm really sorry. Been out of town and away from my electronics the last week.. v_v

The Hunger Games (Nallore & Infamous Auror)

@Nallore I'll get a post up by tonight :]
Uhhh, unless we do collab posts I don't see how we could RP each other's stylists xD

The Hunger Games (Nallore & Infamous Auror)

@Nallore That's awesome! It's always fun reviving old roleplays :] I've been thinking of doing the same lately, but then I think about the lack of time I tend to have and how I'm hardly keeping up with a single 1x1 that it's probably not the best idea xD It'd end up dying the way all my previous group RPs have died >~< I'll definitely have to read up on it, though. I don't doubt it's gonna be a good one :) I like quite a few of the RPs you've created ^^

Thank you<3 my daughter's name will be "Davina-Marie Pearl Smith". :] She'll have the pain of growing up with a four-name name just like I did x) and my three siblings too LOL. I really wanted Davina, and "Marie" had to be a part of it for my mom.. my fiance wanted "Pearl" for his great-grandma. I'm just glad he's okay with her name being so long xD a lot of (OLDER) people we've told have asked _{in really snobbish ways} "Why FOUR names? Isn't it too long?" ......I'm over here like, "Davina-Marie Pearl Smith is hardly as long as Gabrielle Nicole Ripley-Thompson.. I think she'll be fine." then you get the people who ask "Will you call her 'Davina-Marie' all the time?" ........like, NO. My sister's name is Sky-Lauryn and we've only ever really called her Sky :P So..... just cause it's there doesn't mean it has to be used xD People have been so irritating about her name, as if it's a major issue.. nah, y'all the issue x)
Sorry, total 'mini' rant there xD

The Hunger Games (Nallore & Infamous Auror)

@Nallore Haha, nope :) It's actually from a Tv show on the CW called The Originals :D the character's names are Davina Claire and Kol Mikaelson <3 Davina is a very powerful young witch whom I actually got the name for my daughter that will be born in the next month and a half ^^ I've been alright. Work has been hectic and I've been in a decent amount of pain, but I'm handling it all the best I can. :]
How have YOU been?? :]

The Hunger Games (Nallore & Infamous Auror)

Kolton Favreau

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"Either ya are really a dumbass or you really just want yourself to get killed early on." Kolton simply smirked and shook his head, following to the side and just behind Silver with his hand on her mid-back, helping lead her towards the car. The driver opened the door and let the both of them hop up inside, closing it on the four of them as they got comfortable. It was a mere moment that passed before Kolton felt Silver's warm hand wrap around his, causing him to smile faintly as he turned into her, switching hands to wrap the arm closest to her around her shoulders securely. Protectively.

"I got you, Silv. I'm not going anywhere.."

Her attention turned away to the windows of the car and Kolton equally turned his own eyes out the window closest to him, watching the people on the sides of the road as they began to move along. He began to reflect on what his friend had said as they'd entered the very public eye in front of the Capitol people, how embarrassing it was to be paraded around. Indeed, like a prize. He grit his teeth and slightly tightened his hold on Silver's hand, looking over at Ella as he talked.

"Ella, when do we start gathering sponsors? Do they start picking out potential...victims from the moment we leave the trains..?"

As Kolton looked into the old woman's eyes, he could really see just how tired she looked. Make no mistake, he wasn't seeing the constant look of drunkenness that normally cast a shadow on her worn face. He could see the difference. It was the same tiredness he saw in his own father's eyes but held a bit more fierceness to them. The kind of fierceness that reflected the very harshness of war. Maybe not the kind of war with guns and things of that nature, but the war that she was forced to be a part of when she was just their age. The one none of them had started, or even wanted. Yet here they all were. Proof that they never had a choice in the first place.

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