Post by Jaxon Taylor on Jan 30, 2011 6:58:23 GMT -5
JAXON C TAYLOR
And looks like mark salling
all my life i've been good.
but now i'm thinking ohhhh, what the hell
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full name; jaxon charles taylor
nicknames; none
age; seventeen and a half
district; one
canon or original; original
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hair; short, dark brunette
eyes; golden brown
tattoos; none
piercings; none
other features; nothing extraordinary
overall appearance; There are no other words to describe Jaxon other than scary. He is built big, extremely tall for his age, and once lean, has become heavily muscled due to his rigorous training schedule. He is naturally broad shouldered, making his size appear even more intimidating and looking like an adolescent bodybuilder His eyes are fierce, shining golden with a deep determination.
Jaxon wears tight shirts, to emphasize the size of his muscles, and puffs out his chest when he walks. His mouth never smiles, but twitches and curls up at the corners into a sneer when people speak. His face carries a look of total contempt, intimidating and scary to say the least.
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likes; weightlifting, victory, chicken and orange cream stew
dislikes; people in general, losing, his brothers
hobbies; weightlifting, training, and throwing spears
quirks/habits; puffs out his chest when he walks, often flexes without noticing, sneers menacingly at people
fears; being overshadowed by his older brothers
goals; to finally be noticed and not be known as the younger Taylor child
secrets; has been training like crazy ever since watching one of his classmates win the Hunger Games and lap up the attention with victory. Jaxon wants to win the next Hunger Games, to finally prove his worth
overall personality; Jaxon comes across as arrogant; avoiding people, sneering at them with malice and walking in that ridiculous fashion with his chest puffed out like a male peacock. The truth is, the arrogance act is just that - an act. He hates people, but all that is fueled from one problem in his life; his three older brothers. Known for being the strongest and most brutal boys (men you would call them now) in the district, and always overshadowing any of Jaxons achievements.
Jaxon has tired of following the rules and being a good boy, and has now changed his whole outlook on life. All he ever wanted was to be recognised to be known as Jaxon Taylor. But that never happened. Even his parents referred to him as junior. More than anything Jaxon wants to be picked in the reaping for the Hunger Games. To finally have a chance to be noticed.
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mother; Ruby Taylor, jeweller
father; Cognac Taylor, manager of a vineyard
siblings; Jock Taylor, 22, brother, vineyard worker
Cadence Taylor, 20, brother, vineyard worker
Calvin Taylor, 19, brother, vineyard worker
Silver Taylor, 15, sister, student
other important family; none
pets; none
overall history; Jaxon was born into a large and relatively wealthy family. His mother, Ruby, always wanted a daughter and was only blessed with three sons before Jaxon, and then heavily let down as Jaxon was born. He was always the 'least' loved in his opinion, even though he did everything his parents asked for. He achieved well in school, he helped his father out in the vineyard, everything. And yet, no one noticed him. His older brothers were bigger and stronger, bullying the other kids in the district. People feared them, but people recognised them. They made a name for themselves. They expected Jaxon to do the same, but he wasn't like them. He was tall and gangly and quiet. He was nothing but junior to them.
And then his sister his born. His mother was over the moon. Finally she had been blessed with the baby girl she had always wanted. And that left Jaxon even more out in the dark. His parents doted on Silver and the older boys. By the time Jaxon turned sixteen he was over it. He needed to be noticed; it was slowly driving him nuts. He remembered a class mate of his winning the Hunger Games, leading to all sorts of fame and fortune. It was then he decided what he needed to do. He needed to win the Hunger Games.
Jaxon began his training, and bulked up, turned surly. Ignoring everyone, and anyone. Even signing up for tesserae his family didn't need, simply to have more entries in the reaping. No one seemed to notice the change, except for Silver, who seemed genuinely worried at her brother's new state of mind. He had gone from quiet and good to surly and scary.
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your name; jayjay
age; eighteen
rp experience; bout two years ish
where you heard about us; proboards support
muses; none yet
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Jaxon grunted as he pushed the log above his head. The log weighed easily over two hundred and fifty pounds, beating his personal best by quite a bit. He held the log aloft for a bit before launching it over the fence into the wild expanse of the woods. He enjoyed clearing the field; it was work while training, and it meant he was away from as many people as possible. His brothers and his father would be spicing up the latest vat of wine and Silver was sure to be at the jewellers taking orders for their mother. The vineyard was close to the edge of the district - a log ridden field bordered by the electric fence was the only thing separating the grapes from the woods. And because the vineyard was so close to the woods, visitors were sparse; much to Jaxon's liking.
The field Jaxon was currently clearing had always been covered in stumps, logs and branches, from when the demolition team had cleared part of the woods for the vineyard. No one had bothered to clean it. His father and brothers had been too preoccupied filling large orders for the wine for the capitol. The orders were too much too handle sometimes. Wine was a hot commodity in the capitol and Jaxon was certain the Taylor Winery was the only one in all of Panem. They even got shipments of grapes from District Eleven to help fill the orders, but sometimes even that wasn't enough. The Vineyard kept the Taylors very busy, and the log-ridden field was long-forgotten.
When Jaxon started his training he volunteered to clear the field. He'd noticed that the logs were quite heavy and would help with his body building. At first he could only clear the shrubbery and smaller trees, but very soon, as his body began to bulk up, he was moving the largest stumps, logs and tree trunks from the field. He'd made good progress on the field and now that the final log had been cleared he was free from his work. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed. Now what was he supposed to do?
anything else?; mittens
