Post by Taylor Kendricks on Sept 16, 2013 3:07:45 GMT -7
Sasha Kendricks
Sasha Vivian Kendrcks Twenty-One Nefarious Taylor Deceit Liormon, Elecmon, Gazimon FACE CLAIM: Lightning Farron ANIMANGA: Final Fantasy GENDER: Female HEIGHT: Five feet, three inches. WEIGHT: One-hundred-twenty-seven pounds. APPEARANCE Taylor tends to be a rather memorable person to see on the street. Of course, when you have bubble-gum pink hair, you tend to stand out in a crowd regardless of whatever it is you're doing to avoid notice, and her hair is feathered over the right side of her face, coming down around her chin, while the remainder of what hasn't been parted that way is permitted to fall down to about the level of her armpit in a miniature waterfall. Her eyes, however, are a pair of ice blue sapphires, the coloring almost seeming a tad unnatural with their brightness, but the fact of the matter is that they are entirely the hue she was born with rather than one gifted to her by contacts. As far as clothing goes, she likes to wear a pair of brown shorts with a belt midway down it and a reddish-brown zip-up turtleneck vest. On top of that she will often wear a white collared jacket accented with brown belts and silver buckles. On her feet are a pair of brown boots, well-worn and well-loved, while on her hands she wears a pair of gray fingerless gloves she'd gotten from her best friend, Dimitri. To finish off the apparel, she also has an odd black skin-tight sleeve around her left elbow with an black attachment with yellow accents that hooks onto her shoulder - it's a sling, and its purpose is to provide additional support to her elbow, which was injured when she was a child and has always led to a significant weakness in that arm compared to her right or even the left before the event that gained her the sling. She just wears it all these years later to ensure that she will stand a good chance in a fight with both of her arms ready to do what needs to be done instead of just the right. LIKES
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HISTORY Taylor wasn't always this masculine. She was born Sasha Kendricks, a young Dutch girl with spunk and fire in her soul and a passion for greatness. In those days... there was nothing wrong with her wearing a dress, with her wearing her hair long, with her being Sasha - at least, nothing immediately wrong. But for those who were interested in pulling back the curtain, they would find that something was very wrong with the poor young girl. No matter how hard she would try, her twin brother Taylor would be the one who would receive the praise from their parents. She would pour her heart into everything she tried, just to try to earn a scrap of praise, but there was little left for her. No one could really give an accurate number of nights that she would go to bed with tears on her cheeks and a whispered plea to be male on her lips, but it was a large one. And then, when she was ten, her whole world tilted. She and Taylor were in a car with one of their uncles when a sheep wandered into the road. The resulting crash was enough to cause significant damage to both of the children, though Sasha was the one who was injured badly enough to fall into a coma. Her brother was discharged after a couple of weeks, appeared fine. The twins' parents positively glowed with the blessing from God and bragged to their co-workers about their son's miraculous survival, just as they did all of his other strengths, but then it all came crashing down. The boy had some unforeseen complications from the crash, a small piece of plastic embedded in his chest that the doctors had missed, and it ended up piercing his heart. By the time someone realized something was wrong, he was already bleeding out internally, and not even being rushed to the hospital proved able to save him; the boy died on the operating table, leaving his parents with a difficult choice to make. They had already bragged about their son's luck and superior health, but now he was gone. They were left with nothing... at least, until they received the news that their daughter was awake. Suddenly, there was a way out. The two siblings were so alike already... they had the same basic facial structure... the same general mannerisms... the same level of ability... surely... surely the only difference between them... was hair length and gender? They went to the young girl and encouraged something they'd already seen beginning to manifest itself in the young girl: They told her she was going to take Taylor's place. The transition was nearly seamless. Sasha Kendricks died there in the hospital, and Taylor Kendricks walked out. Long hair was cut short, dresses and skirts were exchanged for pants and tight bindings around the chest, and no one noticed the difference. In fact, as time went on... the poor girl's parents seemed to forget that their daughter really had been the one to survive, not their son. Not that she minded; she finally had the chance to be the male so had wanted to be for so many years. When she was of dating age, she would make passes at other girls, but that was only to bolster her masculinity. She learned English to give herself an opportunity to go to a better school, and then her parents offered her a chance she couldn't turn down. She was given the chance to go to an elite boarding school in Japan, and she couldn't turn it down. She agreed, and with that, she moved to the country and picked up Japanese as well. Graduating at the third of her class, she contemplated moving back to Holland, only to decide against it. She had a steady job in Japan as a model, and she had more than a few friends. More importantly, however, was that she had gotten in touch with the underground fighting world, and it was an addicting rush, being in a ring taking someone down with her wits and her ability. It was in this world that she first met her friend Dimitri - the first person to find out her true gender since she was ten - and this world that she found herself starting a gang in by the time she was nineteen. At first, it was meant only for fists, but then... then she met up with her partner. And when she realized that an increasing number of people had Digimon, she changed the fighting rings. No longer was it acceptable to land a punch on anyone save for the most dire of situations in her gang. Fights were to be fought by the Digimon, not the humans. While her group does do the "good" deed fo keeping the streets in their territory and the nearby area devoid of large Digimon that could pose a threat to them or the inhabitants, she's also not opposed to starting a gang war if one of them attempts to impede her growth or her operation. Fighting is all she knows now. Being a girl is a foreign concept to her... and yet, she's been making that transition. Dimitri had told her that she'd be a beautiful girl, so she's started to grow her hair out, let herself become more of a feminine figure. It's something she doesn't quite understand... but when he looks at her and asks something of her... she just can't find it in herself to say no... even if it means leaving everything she's ever known... MEMBER NAME: Kuroya AGE: I can only please one person per day. Today is not your day. OTHER CHARACTERS: Hailey Pershing, Tristan Hardy. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Tomorrow doesn't look good either. |
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