TAYLOR, ZOEY R.

[ZOEY ROSE TAYLOR]

FULL NAME: Zoey Rose Taylor
NICKNAMES: Zo, Little Red
GENDER: Female
AGE: Eighteen
BIRTHDAY: May 14
ORIENTATION: Straight
MEMBER GROUP: College

HAIR COLOR: Red
EYE COLOR: ice blue
HEIGHT: 5'6
WEIGHT: 120
BODY TYPE: thin, curvy
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: her piercing blue eyes, her different red hair, and her skinny body
PERSONAL STYLE:

Zoey loves to wear cute little dresses that fit her around the waist and then are flowy from there, and reach her mid-thigh. With those dresses, she wears solid-color tights with blakc or white colored motorcycle-looking boots. If it's a bit cold outside, she'd wear a long sweater. Though, ocassionally she will just wear jeans, a hoodie, and black converse.It all really just depends on the weather and her mood. Of course it's not hard to figure out her mood. When she wears cute little dresses she's happy and cheerful. When it's a hoodie and jeans she's lazy, down about something no one can figure out.

PLAYED BY: Susan Coffey

LIKES:
* flowers
* rain
* acting
* films
* plays
* horror movies/ scaring herself with scary movies
* West Side Story
* sharpies
* sticky notes
DISLIKES:
* big egos
* being sad / angry
* strong scents
* way too romantic movies and stories
* different patterns in the same outfit
* guys that are jerks
STRENGTHS:
* acting
* avoiding certain people
* drawing someone in using her eyes
* tricking people when needed
WEAKNESSES:
* lying to some people
* small talk
* being patient
* blood
SECRETS:
* her mother's missing
* her mother used to hurt her
* she's a bit rich
PERSONALITY SUMMARY:

SWEET
Zoey may be about the sweetest girl you'd ever meet. She will do just about anything you'll ask. She hates being angry towards anyone, no matter who it is, it makes her hurt inside. You would never hear a single word that she will yell, the only voice she speaks in is her soft, pretty voice that would make even the prettiest bird turn away in utter shame.

ACTRESS
ever since Zoey was a little girl, she'd always act out things when she was telling stories. Now, in college, she's studying film production, but she wishes to be an actress. She takes private acting classes, and she's quite good at it. To tell the truth, in her life, it comes in handy.

NOT-SO-SHY
Zoey is pretty outgoing, but really, you'd have to start a conversation with her. She'll talk about anything, except for her mother, who's been missing for 3 years and who used to hurt Zoey for no reason.

CHEERFUL AND COLORFUL
A smile is always on miss Zoey's pretty face, and it fits her well. She twirls around sometimes and she almost reminds you of a beautiful flower. You could describe her as a typewriter, but instead of letters and numbers, there are pictures and colors. Her outfits kind of describe this part of her personality, you'd never really see her in dark clothes.

NATIONALITY: British- American
HOMETOWN: Conway, South Carolina
PARENTS:
Rick Taylor, 39, FBI special agent for disappearances
Molly Taylor, 39, missing
SIBLINGS:
Cylis Taylor, 15
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: n/a
HISTORY SUMMARY:

All stories of romance seem to fit into Zoey's parents' relationship before they were married. Her mother was a popular, beautiful one, yet her father was a nerd (although handsome), and he secretly crushed on this one woman. Once he did catch the girl's eye, she figured out he wasn't normal. He wasn't supernatural, but his mind was different. He knew about things no normal teenage boy did, he could figure out things that would give any normal kid a big headache. The girl's father didn't aprove of this young man, but they were in love and nothing could tear them apart. When they were both eighteen, they ran away, because this man figured that they were legal, that they could run away without anything happening besides their parents worrying. They were married within a few weeks, but they waited until they both had money, from somewhere, to have a baby. Zoey.

There was something peculiar odd about this one child, she didn't cry, only when she was extremely hungry or thirsty. On a trip she'd never fuss, never throw a tantrum about being in the car way too long. She would just stare out the window, her eyes fixed on the sky or the grass in fascination. But something about this bothered Zoey's mother, so much that she would start to yell at Zoey to act normal. But Zoey never listened.

When Zoey was two years old, her mother gave birth to a little boy, whom she named Cylis. The woman prayed he would be normal, and he was. As they grew, Cylis became the golden child in her mother's eyes, even though he was a slacker, he didn't care about anything, really. He nearly failed every grade, but somehow passed and he got into loads of trouble. Zoey's father left his wife to deal with their son while he was with Zoey, the peaceful child.

Her father took up the job of an FBI agent for disappearances, and Zoey was always home alone with her stay-at-home mother. It was awkward everyday. Every question that escaped Zoey's lips always recieved a one word reply. When there were too many questions for her mother to handle, the woman would start to yell and throw things around. It would scare the little girl into her room crying, but her tears only lasted two minutes before she was back to normal. When her father was home, she would seek him for shelter, he was her safety net from her mother.

When Zoey was 14 and Cylis 12, they learned that their mother went missing during the night, and with their father being a FBI agent for disappearances, they just thought he would find her and there was nothing to worry about. They waited and waited, but the FBI grew tired, and they had other cases to deal with. To the children's shock, even their father started to give up, and he slowly became his normal self even with his wife gone. Possibly dead.

It's been three years passed, and everyone has forgotten about Zoey's mother, thinking she was dead and that there was nothing to find. Zoey grew to be the woman in the house, getting food and cleaning the house, with her father always gone because some case he needed to solve. It's a good thing, too, because Zoey's nurturing and organized, and she can easily take care of Cylis, no matter how bad he is. Being in college and taking care of her 15 year old brother's a tough job, but Zoey's figuring it out. She begins to wonder if she can figure out her mother's disappearance, but each time she thinks about it, she backs away abruptly, and something in her thinks it's better if her mother's not around.

NAME:
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 3
OTHER CHARACTERS: not yet
TIME ZONE: Eastern
MINIMUM WORD COUNT: 350
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

"look here blondie, you have no right talking back to me like-" zane tensed, gritting his teeth. no, you have no right to talk to her like that. or at least, that's what he felt like saying to the black-haired jerk. but he held back, not exactly wanting to get in between a chick fight. last time he did that, he had to seriously inflict the worst pain on the guilty-as-charged girl. which then took a turn for the worst because police had actually thought he'd stabbed her. luckily, he proved himself - another talent of the amazing zane.

"Hey, Zane."
zane hesitated to walk over, yet he didn't. if she wanted to be close to him, then she'd come to him, right? hopefully she does... she was still her beautiful, stubborn self. he hoped. he wondered if it was just his imagination running wild, but she seemed to brighten up a bit when she saw him, when she heard his voice. is it even possible? can i really make her brighten up just by the sight of me? he stopped thinking of this - he just hoped she would make it out safe. who knows what was going on.

when the intercom sounded, and sunni backed up until they were shoulder to shoulder, zane could slightly tell she was a bit scared. if not, then curious at least. he hesitated, but slowly took her hand and gave it a reassuring, gentle squeeze. it was true that the screams had freaked him out a bit, but he chose not to show it. maybe for sunni's sake.

just then - it seemed like a hundred - black figures wearing black hoods and cloaks, with creepy weird masks flooded the room, taking each victim roughly. just in the blink of an eye. zane slightly saw one coming his way, and he held onto sunni's hand protectively. when he felt it grab his arm nearly violently, and start to pull him away from sunni, against his will, he felt his hand start to withdraw from hers reluctantly.
i'll find you, sunni! he called. he tried and tried to fight the thing, but god, it was strong. stronger than any normal human.

darkness. all he felt was like a black pillowcase going over his head, and all he saw was black. he still felt the thing's rough hand still on his arm. he felt like a weak little boy, unable to fight back. and he hadn't felt this way in a long, long time. back when he didn't know of his ability, actually. since then, he's always won. he's always been able to fight back. but right now, he was way too distracted to use his ability on this guy - if it was even a guy at all.

when the cloth thing was taken off his head, he saw three men trying to tie him down to a bed, in a very small room that could easily give anyone claustrophobia. he knew where he was. he was in a mental institute.
n-no, no, no! he swung his fist, punching one of the guys straight in the face, right between his eyes, and knocking him out cold. and using his ability with the others, they soon fell into unconsciousness.
get me out of here, i'm not insane! he yelled, starting to lose it already

"dear, zane..."
zane froze at the familiar voice he hadn't heard in years. he looked up toward the door of the room to see his beautiful mother, her intense blue eyes staring right into his piercing ones.
m-mom...? he stared at her, the silence surrounding them for a moment before she finished what she was going to say.
"you deserve to be here. you deserve it like a criminal deserves to be killed." zane's eyes widened, and he instantly took off running, pushing past her. he ran through the halls, dodging all of the guards swiftly as they tried to grab him.
"grab him, before he gets out!"
zane glanced to his side, seeing all of the other crazy people in their rooms. they were staring at him, their eyes wide. as if he truly was crazy.

finally, finally he was so close to the door at the end of the building. just a couple steps more. guards were still chasing him, and at every level of the institute, more and more joined in the chase. but none of them seemed to be fast enough, the fastest one was more than a couple steps behind him. almost...almost out... he told himself aloud, as if trying to reassure himself.

minutes later, he was back in the ymca, as confused as he ever was. what...what just happened? was that the test, to see if he could get out? he'd always feared to be in one of those asylums, were they testing him for that?

zane fell to his hands and knees, a bit out of breath from running down 5 levels as fast as he could. he breathed in and out quickly, but trying to slow down his breaths. what the heck is this? just then he remembered sunni. somewhere out there, scared to death like he was, probably.
sunni... he whispered, standing and looking around.

but where to go?

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