When you can tell your story and it doesn't make you cry, you know you have healed.
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}
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.
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'
General Skills:- Culinary {intermediate}
- Flaying {Hunting purposes}
- Computer Hacking {intermediate}
- Photography {advanced}
- Housekeeping
- Mechanics // Car Repair {basic}
- First Aid {basic}
Combat Skills:- Archery {intermediate/advanced}
- Forbearance
- Stalking // Hunting
- Snipers {intermediate/advanced}
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:
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.
Theme Song: I'm Still Here by John ReznikDeviances: 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.