Post by spectra on Aug 8, 2010 13:39:28 GMT -5
Name: Tayze Foxal
Nickname:Tay, Z, Fox.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight.
Age/Birthday: 26 / 13th June 2435
Race: Australian
Place of Birth/Home Town: Perth, Western Australia.
Character Portrayal: Hayley Williams
Hair: Rather unmissable, A bright fluroescent orange with large snow-white splices through the nape and fringe area's. Generally worn out in a messily styled arrangement.
Eyes: Piercing Serpintine Green.
Height: 5"1'
Individual Features: Wild colored hair and her bright eyes.
General Appearance: See Above
Family: Leanne Foxal - Mother [Deceased]
Jason Foxal - Father [Estranged]
Friends: Doesn't have friends as such, but is friendly to an extrent to everyone.
Enemies: Anyone associated with the law.
Job: Engineer.
Personality: Tayze changes with the wind. One moment she is very friendly and accomodating; The next she's nasty and cruel. She can be very crass and heartless and enjoys offending people without being rude about it, as such. Finds it very hard to actually make friends with people due to major trust issues. Is very good at decieving people and changing their perceptions on things. Has no lack of confidence and she also has absolutely no shame what so ever. Always speaks her mind and isnt afraid to let people know what she thinks of them. Acts as if she has no fear at all.
Likes: Music, Pushing peoples boundries, Pushing herself to the very limits, Good ol' genuine hard work.
Dislikes: Excuses, Lies, Getting Cheated and Losing.
Fears: Clowns, Having the past repete itself, Relationships.
History:
Tayze was born into a stable upperclass family. She didnt like it one little bit. She had a pure hatred for the private school in which she attended. She refused to conform and that quickly made her an outcast in both school and her family. Constantly being the "oddball" or the "strange one" she learnt to just ignore the fact and just be cold and heartless to a sense. She never really learnt how to make friends, So she was constantly a lonely girl, but it made her stronger.
When Tayze was just 16 years old her mother, Leanne was murdered in their family home. Right infront of the teenage girls eyes. Two armed robbers broke into their beautiful mansion like home, unfortunately for Leanne she walked into the living room at the wrong moment. She was shot in the shoulder, whilst she squirmed and struggled upon the floor the men took it upon themselves to commit all sorts of vulgarity upon her. The whole time, Tayze stood at the top of the staircase in complete and utter shock. Once the men were satified they proceeded to "Finish the job", putting a bullet in Leanne's head. Rendering her dead before Tayze could even blink. The men were never caught, Police ran dry and ended up giving up the case and closing it as a cold case.
Tayze never forgot a single moment of that day, The memory still etched in her mind. It held alot of reasoning behind her rather intense dislike towards most males and fear of relationships. After the incident she knuckled down at school and ended up becoming a highly trained mechanical engineer. She was approched by UGAP to be a mechanical engineer on the Venia. It didnt take much consideration for her to say yes. She had nothing to lose after all.
Random Facts: -Fluent in Spanish and French.
- Her eyes are always a dead give away for her being scared.
- Vowed to seek revenge on the men that murdered her mother, got so close but they slipped out of her grasp.
- Has a tiny weak spot for bad boys.
RP Sample: Tayze was sitting staring at a blank page on her laptop. She had started writing since the Venia had departed, over the past few days however she had completely lost inspiration. Even music wasnt helping her writers block. She sighed, chewing absent mindedly on her lip. She closed her eyes, leaning back on her chair, rocking it back on two legs. Memories flashed back and forth across her mind as she balanced the chair carefully on its two back legs. The sudden cracking sound of the gunshot brought her right back into reality, causing her to gasp and lose her balance. The chair almost vaulted her backwards. She landed sharply on her side, knocking her head on the edge of the table. "Ouch, dammit" She rubbed her head and cringed. That was going to leave a nice bruise and grace her with a nasty headache. She sat their for a moment holding her head, before climbing slowly back to her feet, picking up the chair along with her. "Note to self: don't swing on the chairs" She muttered under her breath, cursing at her bad luck.
Rules: Ha! What are these things you call rules?
