Post by REBECCA TAYLOR on Mar 17, 2012 22:11:29 GMT -5
REBECCA LEVINA TAYLOR
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Play by: Jennifer Morrison
Race/Species: Human
D.O.B.: November 17, 1979
Age they appear: 32
Actual age: 32
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Features: Rebecca is of average height and weight; she�s 5�6� and 132lbs. She�s naturally brunette but often dyes her hair blond. Her eyes are grayish green. Rebecca works out a lot, especially running, and is extremely toned. Great for police work.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight
Ethnicity: White
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: None to speak of.
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Flaws/Weaknesses: Rebecca has a huge soft spot for people in tough situations, especially children. She is good at law enforcement, but can be a pushover in the right situation. In the same respect she tends to be harder on those who have willingly wronged others. She takes little crap from them and will act before asking questions.
Skills/Strengths: Rebecca is fast and smart. She can think on her toes and can catch most that try and run from her. She doesn�t take shit from anyone and can certainly hold her own in a room full of arrogant policemen. She�s also extremely fair, even if it takes some time for her to reach her fair judgement.
Likes: Please list at least five things your character likes. You can add more if you like.
- Classical music
- Orange juice with her pizza
- Jogging
- Violin
- Dancing
- Indie pop-rock
- Kids
Dislikes: Again, list at least five things your character dislikes. You can add more if you like.
- Loud people
- Self righteous people
- Miscreants
- The Vampire craze
- Overly girly things
Other Information: Some nights Rebecca has a difficult time sleeping. She has a mild case of insomnia.
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History:
On November 17, 1979 a baby girl was left at a Ukrainian orphanage. She had no identity. In fact, the only thing she did have was a soiled diaper and a ragged cloth covering her, protecting her from the harsh, bitter autumn chill. The nuns named the tiny girl Levina, and here she stayed until just before her third birthday when an American couple, Emily and Michael Taylor, came and adopted her. Levina spoke no English, and what little Ukrainian she did speak was broken. She was developmentally delayed, though she showed signs of intelligence. It took the Taylors two years to get Levina, who they renamed Rebecca, to where she should be.
She thrived from there, absorbing anything and everything that came to her. She had little to no memory of life before she was brought to America by her new parents, who adopted a second child when she was six, a boy, Samuel.
Life for Becky was good. She lived in a suburb outside of the city of Scriptor Bay in Oregon, where her father commuted daily. She excelled in her classes, took ballet and tap classes, learned violin and ran track. Her father made a good living and she wanted for nothing. All of that changed when she was twelve.
It was a warm summer day. Becky had just finished seventh grade and was spending the night at a friend�s house that had a pool. The next afternoon her parents didn�t come to pick her up as had been scheduled. Night fell and she still hadn�t heard from them. Her friend�s parents decided maybe they should take Rebecca home and see what was going on. When they arrived at the girl�s house they were met with several police cars and yellow caution tape roping the property off. Becky�s heart sank as she stared in horror. Her friends mother got out of the car and talked to a police officer, and the rest was a blur to Rebecca Taylor. She remembered vaguely a cop explaining what had happened. A break in gone awry. No survivors. No kin to speak of.
She spent the next six years in the system, being taken from foster home to foster home. At first she acted out, making friends with all the wrong people and finding herself in sticky situation after sticky situation. She began drinking, experimenting with drugs and boys. Boys that were far too old for her at twelve. Her grades suffered as did her image as a good student and person. Her best friend, Maxi, tried her best to get her back on track but it wasn't until some guy took advantage of her and accidentally made her overdose that she was pulled back into reality. This was not the person her parents raised her to be, and had they been alive she wouldn't have disappointed them greatly. They didn't pull her out of a crap situation only for her to put herself back into one, so she put her entire self into her school work, becoming quiet and withdrawn from the world around her, but she remained passionate about the things she had once loved; she was still an avid dancer, she practiced her violin as often as possible and every morning she got up an hour before school to take a jog. When it was time for her to move out of government assistance, she was offered several scholarships not only for her academic performance and her running ability, but also for the situation she was in. She got a full ride to Washington State University where she studied Criminal Justice. When she graduated she immediately joined the police force but her heart still remained in Oregon.
It took time moving up in her career, but when an opening for a detective came up with the Scriptor Bay Police Department, she jumped at it. Bags packed and her cat Snow stowed away in her carrier, she made her way south towards the city she hadn�t seen thirteen years. A city that had both wonderful and terrible memories from her past.
RP Sample: Just another night. Cheyenne liked the park the tree was settled in. The area around was lush and green and it was the only place in the city where you could truly hear the crickets chirping at night. Sure, the distant blaring of car horns filtered through the cool night air, and of course the laughs and calls of residents walking around, even at this late hour, could easily be heard, but it was comforting and calm and she felt at peace there. Maybe it was the wild animal in her that truly enjoyed the tree. Maybe it was the guardian in her... Who knew, but as she did a few times a month Cheyenne was hidden in the tree, in lion form.
The air was getting cool and the year was getting late. In a month or so the leaves would be mostly changed and will have fallen off, littering the ground below like confetti. She wouldn't have much of a chance to do what she was doing again until April when the leaves were grown in thick enough for her to get away with hanging out so high in the tree. Her clothes were folded nicely in a pile at the base of the limb she was laying on, her paws tuck softly below her frame. Her large, yellow head was resting on her soft paws and her long tail lay over the limbs edge, swooshing back and forth contently. A large breath of air filled the beasts lungs and slowly came out in a cool cloud from her nose. There was nothing more peaceful than laying in the tree.
That is until there was a disturbance below.
Cheyenne felt the tree move before hearing the human climbing it. She turned her golden eyes down towards the bottom of the tree, searching for any indication as to what was going on. When she saw the boy her heart began to suddenly race and she lifted her head high in horror. What was he doing?! The cat crouched low and her body shifted into that of a woman, the fur receding, the paws turning into hands and feet, the tail completely retracting into her spine. Horrified, she reached for her clothing and got dressed as quickly as she humanly could, not an easy feet when you were so far above the ground and sitting on a limb, even with her impeccable balance.
She stood up and pulled her jeans around her waist and zipped them shut and then reached for her UGG boots. She slid one on and then went for the other which, of course, slipped out of her hands and tumbled down towards the ground. She watched in horror as it bounced off one limb to the next and then right on the boys head! She slid a hand over her mouth to hide the laugh that threatened to escape. "Oh, shit!" She whispered to herself, cracking up as she turned her face towards the tree, resting her forehead against the cool bark as she let out another little laugh.
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ABOUT YOU:
Name you go by: Pam!
Other Characters you play: Mordecai, Prestine, Jordanna, Griffin, Gavin, Carter, Cheyenne, August, Alyson
How long have you been RPing: 10 some years
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