TAYLOR HOLLOW

[taylor]

• TAYLOR NICOLE HOLLOW •
It’s an uphill climb
We’ve gotten used to crawling
It’s a lost design
It feels just like we’re falling
Some of the time the light comes like a rescue

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Taylor Nicole Hollow
nicknames, Tay, Taylor
age, Nineteen
birthday, April 21st, 1979
school, Hogwarts
house, Gryffindor
occupation, Trainee Healer
current location, Ireland
blood status, Muggleborn
wand, 11 inches, unicorn hair, willow
broom, Nimbus 200. A bit behind the times, but it’ll do.

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Blonde
eye color, Amber
height, 5’4
weight, 118lbs
distinguising features, Many scars cover her body from her father and the full moon. She also has sharp canine teeth.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes, Exact change, butterbeer, books, stargazing, small smiles, being outside, the smell of burning wood, hot chocolate, excitable people
dislikes, The full moon, being cooped up inside, being talked down to, self righteous people, ignorant comments, angry people, alcohol, being pitied
strengths, She is fantastic with potions, and has the ability to stay calm during a crisis.
weaknesses, She can be tempted to sway to the dark side, should it present better opportunities than the life she currently lives. Her loyalty can be exploited, if given the right situation.
quirks/habits, Stutters when she is flustered or scared, bites her lip when uncomfortable, blushes deeply at compliments, lies flawlessly
worst fear, Her father
best kept secret, One would think that her best kept secret would be her lycanthropy, but she would much rather let people know that than her abusive past
patronus, She thinks about her mother on Christmas morning, singing carols so loudly that the neighbors complain, while letting Taylor have a sip of the eggnog before unwrapping gifts. Her form is a wolf.
boggart, The night she was bitten
amortenia, Burning wood, chocolate, rain
relationship status, Single
sexuality, straight
overall personality,

Paragraph one: The Good-
Taylor really is a sweet girl. She has determination and a fire in her chest that has leader-esque qualities, and she can take charge in panicked situations because she keeps her head on straight. She’s grown stronger over her years, and that shows with her allegiance to the Order and her hatred for the Dark Lord and what he stands for. She can be shy when meeting new people because that’s something she’s really not fond of. Otherwise, she is friendly and has an intense loyalty to her closest friends and family. This loyalty is shown through and through, especially since she’s stuck by her friends in such hard times. She is a soft sort of kind, and can be a good shoulder to cry on.

Paragraph two: The Bad-
Sometimes, when shes alone at her house because Connor’s travelling, Taylor plays with the idea of leaving. Of just disappearing. Its not her favourite way to spend time, but it happens. There are reports about werewolf army that Fenrir is trying to grow, and perhaps she would be better suited there. She would be treated like an equal there. These doubts arise, and the wolf inside of her yearns for some sort of familiarity between herself and another werewolf. There are just things that she can’t understand and can’t relate to with others. Despite Taylor’s best efforts, she isn’t always strong. Her insecurities are blatant in her view of the scars on her body and the voices in the back of her head- the wolf telling her to act completely on instinct and anger, and her father telling her how much of a worthless monster she is. Taylor can also be quite cold, if given the right situation. On the other hand, she sometimes over sympathizes with the wrong sort of people because she can understand what its like to be the odd on one.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother, Nicole Hollow, deceased, used to manage a library
father, Travis Hollow, 39, in muggle prison for child abuse
siblings, None
extended family, Connor Flynn
others of importance, others that are important in their lives
overall history,
Travis and Nicole had been high school sweethearts if there ever was a pair. They started dating their freshman year, and got married straight out of school. While Travis studied law, Nicole pursued her love of books and eventually started working full time at a library. When she learned that she was pregnant, the two couldn’t have been happier, despite the financial strain this put on them. Taylor lived a rather normal childhood. She was her mother’s child through and through, and that showed as she favored her to her father. She went to public elementary school where she got along well with the other students, not many oddities presented themselves within her. She developed a love of books, and she was often found in the library with her mother, curled up against her chest while her mother read aloud.

But then everything changed, as is life. She could remember that night more vividly than any other night of her entire life. She lived outside of town, near the woods, because her parents always loved the outdoors. She remembered going outside to look at the full moon with her mother, at which point the two started a giggle filled game of tag. At eleven, she was starting to outgrow the idea of spending such silly times with her mom, but that night was too perfect to miss. And so they played, running around in the woods, shrieking and laughing whenever the other one got caught. Taylor ran further into the woods until she could no longer see the lights of her house. She heard crunches of grass, foot steps, in the distance, and hunkered down, ready to tag. She got closer to the noise, and the footsteps started walking towards her. Suddenly, she heard her mother call in the distance that it was time to go inside, and part of her froze.

It happened too quickly for her to respond. In an instant, she was on the ground, wind knocked out of her, incredible pain in her side. She remembered fur, saliva, growls, and screams. Her mother came to the rescue almost immediately, but she didn’t stand a chance. Taylor’s last memory of that night was the echoing of her mothers cries for help and the confusion of why there was so much blood, so much blood.

She woke up in St Mungos. The next few days were filled with confusion and pain. Everything blurred. She was a witch, and should receive her letter in several weeks. Her mother was gone. She had been infected by something frowned upon within wizarding society. Her father had never been a strong man, and all this broke him. All the change, all the unfamiliar territory. A muggle with a witch werewolf daughter. It drove him to drinking, and eleven year old Taylor would always despise that.

The abuse started almost instantly. She didn’t know how to cope with this new thing inside of her, so she often lashed out at her father because he was the only one around. Her temper held no patience, and she acted completely on emotion as her logical human self and her animalistic wolf fought for control. The first time her dad hit her, she probably deserved it. He yelled that she was a monster now, and that monsters needed to be controlled. Silver became a favourite of his, and her body became littered with burns.

Hogwarts was a complicated time. Taylor shut herself away from her peers, feeling isolated and disgusting because of her father. She spent most of her time in the library because it reminded her of her mother and made her feel safe. The social isolation helped her grades, which she got near perfect because of her work ethic. The years went by, with the abuse worsening with every vacation. It wasn’t until 3rd year that some of her peers noticed how defensive and shut off she had really become. The full moon could be the blame for a lot of her wounds, but not all of them. A particular boy had taken notice of her and found her shyness to be endearing. Through his persistence and charm, Taylor found herself with an actual friend. Unfortunately, the boy was also clever, and soon discovered her lycanthropy. As traumatic as Taylor thought the experience might be, having someone else to talk to about the other half inside of her proved to be very therapeutic. She opened up to him, and after Christmas break he began to notice the issues she had talking about her family and how she seemed to adamant on her own lack of worth. The authorities were contacted before the end of term, and, distressed, Taylor had to go to court against her father for child abuse.

The end result consisted of her being immediately removed from her father’s care and being put into the care of her cousin, Connor Flynn. This started the close relationship that the two cultivated over the years.

Taylor’s personality shifted and she became a much more sociable person. She began to have hope of a brighter future, that perhaps she could do something worthwhile in her life as opposed to being pushed down against at jobs for her condition. The Dark Lord was gaining power, and she heard whispers in the hall about joining up with him. Fifth year took a huge toll on everyone though. She remembered Harry Potter, the boy who lived of course, but also as a cheerful 4th year with those two friends of his. He had been in the year below her, and his death, along with the attack, left everything in ruins. It was then that she decided she would fight against the Dark Lord, and when she became of age she joined the Order.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Al
gender, GURL!
age, Seventeen
contact, [e-mail]
other characters, None, yet
passwords, FLOBBERWORMS.
experiance, 3, 4 years?
how you found us, An Angel told me in my dreams
roleplay sample. Axel Giles’ life had been anything but normal over the past two years. He hated to think that maybe, just maybe, things would never go back to the normality that they once had, but he had to try. Two very recent steps had brought him both closer and further away from achieving that goal. Really, he would have to owe Billy Collins some sort of credit for making all of it happen, but perhaps the two events cancelled each other out. Regardless, Axel had his voice back. It had been an incredible feeling; the vibration in his chest and throat, the way his tongue moved against his teeth. Had he not had this incredible memory, Axel would’ve probably forgotten what his voice had sounded like. It was still scratchy after not being used for so long, but it was audible. The trouble was the circumstances and the confrontation that had caused this. Jaxter was beginning to get clarity. He hated seeing his brother like this, a wide-eyed sixteen year old in constant fear of hurting another person, even while still human. The barrier between his mind and the wolf’s had always been broken, but now Jax could understand why he blacked out so much and why he always woke up with a fresh set of clothes on and the smell of blood in his nose.

But that really wasn’t the point now, and he tried to get it off his mind as he walked towards the Three Broom Sticks. It was an odd feeling to be meeting up with Maya after so long. He had watched her grow from a little first year into a strong, bright young woman. Although their first part of the relationship had been strictly sibling-like, Ax had taken quite a liking to her and a small romantic relationship had bloomed. Of course, this was all before Angela and the thought of her made him frown deeply. Dressed in his usual navy button up and black slacks, Axel walked into the establishment. He would have to pick up Jaxter in a couple of hours, but that was plenty of time to enjoy Maya’s company. He wasn’t like his brother in the way that he tensed so much after being revealed as alive after these two years. No, Axel had a way of making people believe that everything was ok, that disappearing for years wasn’t a huge commotion, that they shouldn’t be so upset with him. But Jaxter had more baggage. Axel had his own share of secrets, as always, and he glanced down to double check that his sleeve was pulled down to cover the dark mark. For Jaxter, everything was for Jaxter. And, hopefully, it would all pay off.

He sat down in the back and ordered two drinks with money he couldn’t afford to spend. It was foolish to pretend otherwise, but Axel was a fantastic actor. Questions would arise as to why this incredibly wealthy teen was now extremely tight on cash. Maya wouldn’t notice a difference with his current attire. He even kept the watch that his father had given him upon graduation, and was wearing it now. That was one of the few things that wasn’t sold when the Ax donated all of their money to Voldemort’s cause, only to learn shortly after that they wouldn’t be receiving any of their father’s income, despite his plays still being sold out in upperclass muggle British society. Axel slouched down in his chair and glanced around the room, expecting Maya to arrive at any second.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution. lyrics by celine dion, from her song 'i'm alive'. please do not steal. it's not nice, and there's no reason for it. if you do use this, please credit me!

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