1x1 For Wounded and Regal Only

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Plot:

A lust for committing to 'the cause' bred by thrill and insatiable ambitions in a world of organized crime led Kell to lose [insert], who had grown disturbed by the shrinking horizon of the limits he was willing to cross in his isolated and bloody world. Now, the entirety of the world has been plunged into a bloody mess beyond repair in the form of an apocalypse ruled by both undead monsters and living monstrous individuals who have found ways to capitalize on the carnage of the broken world. While Kell had found a way to thrive comfortably in the ashes of structured civilization, he hadn't anticipated finding [insert] again. And now that he has? He won't lose them a second time. Whether they like it or not.

Full Name:

Kell Lancing Taylor

Gender:

Male

Age:

27

Nationality:

American

Birthday:

August 27th

Appearance:

Cold hands and warm features. Kell lives with a natural and enviable tan all year round. A few complimentary patches of freckles dust the tops of his shoulders while the only other decorative features come in the form of a diverse collection of scarring. Most are faded, such as along his forearms and abdomen. Others refuse to be erased by time so easily, such as the two bullet wound marks on his left shoulder and upper left thigh. Kell's athletic mass is supported by a height of 182 centimeters and the display of prominent lean muscle. While his previously deep chocolate colored hair had been kept in a shorter clean cut, modernly its adopted an untamed life of its own and reaches nearly to his jaw. It would be impossible to tell by the lush vibrancy of his green eyes that he was considerably blinded in the right one some time ago if not for the very subtle lighter tint to that same eye. His mannerisms and actions do not reflect any visual impairment and it's widely unnoticeable or considered only unless someone is previously aware of the injury. It could be his angular and deceptively inviting facial appeal that allows people to overlook not only such an injury but the rest of what could be considered red flags about him. An imposing dragon of black ink takes up the entirety of his upper left arm while the right side of his chest is marked with a symbol of crossed swords to display his allegiance and loyalty to the organization he chose to associate himself with.

Personality:

For all of the cunning and ambition that could have delivered Kell to the top of any path he chose, his inability to comprehend his own limitations and the absence of discipline to starve the worst parts of himself led him down one of bleak redemption. A hunger for climbing the stairway to power and the yearning for thrills would make anyone mistake Kell as someone with no sense of self-preservation. While he values his life immensely he is entirely a slave to his desire to seek and destroy challenges and dismantle boundaries where he can. Instead of greed, it's every successful conquest he collects that moves him forward and further from someone who had previously been satiated by smaller and far less dangerous successes.

It could be obsession that drives him to a degree. He has a bad habit of being unwilling to let go and doubling down in all aspects of his life. Or perhaps a fear of becoming obsolete in the world around him. Those qualities aside, and for all of Kell's morally questionable decisions and reckless behaviors, he is someone feeling and is considerate in ways unique to him and even more unique to the recipients of his strain of benevolence. It's difficult to decipher exactly what Kell is thinking at any given moment but there is an unmistakable difference in his toleration and thoughtfulness toward people he's fond of and people he isn't. Kell does not express his thoughts or feelings in any way considered traditional or 'normal' but the nuances in his words and actions toward people say enough about his internal alignment to any given thing or individual.

Family:

Genevieve Taylor - Deceased

A strange woman with an even stranger way of living. She was a spirit only concerned with living freely and gifting that feeling to her only son. She was thoughtful and loving but Kell primarily recalls her being a woman who lived solely in her own world. Never having owned or rented a traditional home of any kind, Genevieve and Kell lived out of vans and travelled with caravans of other more nomadic and free-spirited people across the country. Untrusting of modern medicine, however, she passed away when Kell was thirteen of an unknown violent illness.

Family Background:

Taylor:

A surname belonging to the mysterious entity that is Kell's father, one that Genevieve adopted and passed to Kell. The history of the man and the lineage to which the surname belongs is unclear.

Extra Information:

> Kell was absorbed into the state system of California following his mother's passing where he was first introduced to standard education, societal etiquette, and other aspects of modern American life he had previously not experienced or been aware of

> Celebrated for being a high achiever who graduated high school with impressive marks and even more promising capabilities, he attended college for some time with an interest in mechanical engineering before ultimately dropping out in favor of a different and more turbulent lifestyle opportunity

> Lied, schemed, and killed to reach high positions within his circuit of organized crime. While utilized for his varying niche intellect and knowledge he ultimately grew into a man with both a renowned and equally feared reputation

[ Will Likely Add More When I Return ]

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Full Name:

Lark Elizabeth Hawthorne

Gender:

Female

Age:

25

Nationality:

American

Birthday:

May 18th

Appearance:

The picture of gentle warmth. Lark is a woman with soft features and skin, with that skin being the color of creamy milk, just barely darkened by time spent in the sun. A smattering of freckles dances across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks, but aside from that she only has one note worthy scar that runs along the right side of her neck down to her collarbone that she was given after a rather nasty car accident. Otherwise, she has always done her best to avoid injuries that would leave a more permanent mark by running when things grew too dangerous. Her form is lean, though supported by feminine curves to add to the softness of her features. Standing at 154 centimeters, she's easily built more for agility than she is strength, giving her at least one advantage in a world of predators. Her dark onyx hair had always been kept long and shiny, though in the past months it has grown wild and longer, touching down to her waist in a thick mass of barely tamed curls. Eyes of glacier blue are easily her most piercing feature, their shape wide and somewhat doe-like as they surrounded by lashes as dark as her hair. Behind her right ear sits a small, cursive tattoo of a 'K' to represent what once had been love for a man she had trusted far too much. Another tattoo creeps up from her left thigh and up to her left hip in a trail of black, fluttering butterflies. Some are captivated by her attractive features and wide, innocent eyes, but those who truly know her know better than to trust such a pretty flower, for she happens to have thorns.

Personality:

Family:

Gregory Hawthorne- Father, 48, status unknown.

A snake of a man. Well known for dabbling on the criminal side of life, Gregory often danced to the beat of his own drum with little regard for the safety of others. He never shied from bringing his family around the drugs and theft and murder, nor did he shy from leaving them completely alone to fend for themselves. Lark hasn't the slightest of where he is and hasn't known for five years, nor does she really care to know.

Lianna Hawthorne- Mother, 45, deceased.

A gentle and loving mother, but often too soft for the world that her husband had placed them into. She tried to protect her children, she truly did, but her husband and a copious amount of stress drove her into a deep, deep depression. Her pain ended one rainy night when a large truck hyrdoplaned into their lane and hit them, killing Lianna instantly and wounding Victor and Lark three years before the start of the end.

Victor Hawthorne- Brother, 16, deceased.

The most precious baby brother. Victor had came as a major surprise to their parents, but he was truly a good kid. A wild, wild boy of course, but he was cheeky and strong in the ways that mattered most. Lark would have given her life to protect him, but unfortunately Victor chose to protect her instead when the apocalypse began. He turned, and Lark doesn't like to talk about what happened next. Not at all.

Family Background:

Hawthorne:

A name belonging to a well off family. Gregory Hawthorne could have carried on a major legacy, but instead he chose to indulge in greed and more, losing his given wealth and leaving little more than a label of "trash" to his family name.

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