Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 4:53:49 GMT
Dominique Taylor Delarue the basics full name ♦ Dominique Taylor Delarue nicknames ♦ Taylor, Tay age ♦ Twenty-two birthday ♦ April 15th, 1993 occupation ♦ Artist ability/power ♦ Shapeshifter species ♦ Shapeshifter how the ability works ♦ gender ♦ Female - she/her/hers sexuality ♦ Pansexual the appearance face claim ♦ Kelly Eden height and weight ♦ 5'3" | 105 pounds identifying features ♦ Taylor has a sleeve of tattoos on her left arm, tattoos on her right thigh, and a few pieces on her back as well. overall appearance ♦ The first thing that most people notice about Taylor is her bright pink hair, in fact it's probably one of the more distinguishing things about her; aside from her tattoos of course. She began coloring her hair when she was 15, when she got away from her oppressive family and went off to Phalanx home, when she could finally be herself and embraced exactly who she was. She has a slim figure, which she attributes to running around after she's changed, and at a towering 5'3", she's still shorter than most of the people she associates with. When she's shifted, Taylor takes the form of a large black panther. About five feet long, she's about the same size as she is as a human, with slightly silver markings on her left leg that match the markings that would be present on her own arm, had she not covered them all with tattoos. When she's shifted, muscles ripple her form, but looking at her in her human form, you would never know that she possessed enough strength to carry groceries upstairs, much less scale a tree with little to no effort. the personality likes ♦ dislikes ♦ strengths ♦ weaknesses ♦ dreams ♦ the history father ♦ Laurent Delarue, 42, commune leader mother ♦ Alyssa Delarue, 40, homemaker siblings ♦ hometown ♦ Taylor grew up in the bayou with her family, in a compound of other shifters. overall history ♦ |
Laurent and Alyssa were never really close… in fact, Alyssa was given to him by her father, promised to him shortly after both of their abilities emerged. To Laurent, Alyssa was an object, and he wasn't overly concerned with her well-being, aside from her supposed "duty" to bear his children. As nauseating as the thought process was, it was how he had grown up, and nobody had ever taught him that it was wrong. Alyssa was terrified by her husband, she really was, but she couldn't exactly tell him no either… and while Dominique wasn't the first child she had been pregnant with, she was the first one that wasn't a stillbirth. Unfortunately for both Alyssa and her child, it was a girl, that she named Dominique. From the time she was born, her father was only involved in her life when she was telling her that she did something wrong, or disciplining her. All the while, her mother was having more children, trying to please her husband, doing nothing while the oldest child was constantly beaten down, following strict, borderline abusive rules set down by her father. Don't speak unless spoken to, don't contradict your father, don't ask questions, don't look your father in the eye… Rule after rule after rule.
Taylor didn't escape the hostile environment until she was 13, running away and finding the first safe haven she could manage to weed out after spending a few days patiently observing
She was quiet, closed off… but there was one person in particular she grew attached to, a volunteer at Phalanx about six years her senior. It was that person that she had turned to when things got hard, it was that person who helped her build a life outside the home when she decided she wanted to leave… and it was that person who had been her emergency contact when she ended up in the hospital after she attempted to take her own life. It was a dark time in her life, one that she would rather forget now if given the chance… but she would be lying to herself if she did that, and that was not something that she ever wanted to do again. She had spent enough of her life looking in the mirrored surface of a nearby pond, her father hated mirrors and claimed that they were evil, lying to herself, making herself believe that this situation was normal… never again. That was the mantra she repeated to herself each and every time that she considered hurting herself again. Never again, never again, never again. Never again would she let herself get that low, never again would she pull away from the people who cared for her, never again would she succumb to the pain. It was only after that revelation that she tried turning her life around; she regained her independence and her apartment in the French Quarter, and she tapped into a skill she had not known she possessed, painting. It was this skill that became her livelihood, and while she isn't exactly famous, she's at least respected in the small art community.
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the role player
alias ♦ Sara
age ♦ I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22…well almost.
pronouns ♦ she/her/hers
code ♦ skinwalker
other characters ♦ noneyet
[/div][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table]age ♦ I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22…well almost.
pronouns ♦ she/her/hers
code ♦ skinwalker
other characters ♦ none
made by remi of rilla go!
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