Taylor didn't mind that she didn't think it was normal, it was probably the most normal thing he has seen in quite a while. As the muddy road turned into a paved pathway, Taylor could already begin to hear the small talk of people. He could hear the clatter of all their shoes against the road...
Taylor picked lightly at his fingers as he stood in front of her. He had noticed he was speaking up more than he probably should. He didn't want to be the trouble-maker, but he didn't want to sit idly by either, taylor wanted, more than anything, to matter. He wanted people to respect him, like...
Taylor looks at Marx as she immediately spurted joy. He couldn't help but take on a small smile. As she did spew joy, she made eye contact with him, and Taylor stared at her blue eyes. He smiled again lightly and as she brushed past him in an excited rush, he followed quickly behind. He stayed...
Taylor continued watching Marx with an eagle eye. He watched as she fiddled with her goggles and how she refused to look at him. It was almost like a game, watching he try so hard to get through this. He was very shocked that she was so unable to have a conversation with him, it seemed fluent...
As Chief looked over Taylor judging his character, Taylor glanced over him and Ron as well as Jarid. He looked at each of them with the same hollow stare. His eyes trailed off onto the Chief again. His form was strong and straight and the confidence looked over him even with the, what seemed...
Taylor leaned back sighing. He felt like the answer was incomplete and useless information. He frowned at he frowned lightly to himself and looked out the window. As he saw them getting further and further away from civilization, he couldn't help but feel like a misfit, which wasn't exactly...
As the bright sun squeezed through Taylor's poor attempt at a visor, he was guided out into the sunlight. Taylor stayed towards the back as the group. As the 22 walked patiently and silently towards who knows where, Taylor slowed his strut. He stopped in the middle of walking and looked at all...
Taylor leans against the cold and steel walls of the high speed train traveling from island to island. This specific train is crammed and full of stinky, unbathed refugees that have escaped the horror. Around are mothers without their newborns, fathers without their wives, children without...
Awesome! Thanks for setting it up! I will have my character sheet up soon! Do you want a normal picture or an anime?
Name: Taylor
age: 18
Appearance: scrubby and torn clothes. A deep cut lies on his cheek and his face is riddled with dirt. Wears combat boots, black jeans, and a black coat...
Hey! I'm interested in really anything! I unfortunately can't pm so I hope you don't mind pming me! Also, I don't think I have any specific ideas, but I'd love to brainstorm together