Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Name: Taylor Andel
Nicknames: Taylor, Tay (By her family) The girl on gun powder (As she's known in the ring)
Race: Human, Italian-American
Hair color: Blond
Eye color: brown
Body type: dainty but muscular from the rounds of fighting.
Taylor is a stunning woman with clear, pale skin and beutiful blong hair that falls just above her lower back. Her cloths differ every day but she usualy has a fighting bra and shorts under her regular cloths in case she needs to get in the rink quickly. She always hides the back of her hands which has ttwo tattoos of hearts- pink on her right, blue on her left, that can give her super human energy when exposed, with either finger less gloves, hand warmers, or arm warmers. She has the same tattoos on her feet, but she hides those with her shoes.
Taylor is definitly someone you don't want to pick a fight with. Her years of expirience gives her agressive behavier in the fighting ring, but out side the ring she's sweet and happy to be around. She is a sucker for cute, and usualy a big target for being taken advantage of, until she gets back at them and she never sees them again.
Just her fists, arm warmers, various head accesories (depend on her outfit,) and any outfit she's wearing can come to her advantage.
Ask her about it, she's usualy happy to open up about her heroic and amazing past.
Taylor Andel looked at the creature who spoke to her. "oh, so your Gambit? Well, you must be very proud of your... um,... successfulness," She said with a fake smile, clearly clueless about the place. She adjusted her hat so it ever so slightly hid one of her brown eyes, and she made sure her arm warmers covered the rest of her hands before ordering a glass of water.
Taylor's face twisted in curiosity. "Ki? I don't know what Ki is. I used his own energy to defeat him. I pulled it out of him, then shot it right at his heart and blasted him right through the wall," She said proudly.
Taylor nodded. "Where I'm from, I'm known as 'The Girl Who Runs on Gunpowder,' but I perfer Taylor. What exactly is 'your kind' anyway?" She said, not caring if she opened up to anyone, even a complete stranger, as long as she didn't see them as an imediat threat.
Taylor ordered a glass of water, and decided to go people watching while she waited. She saw a few creepy patrons, but her eyes fell on a man who had just sat down a couple of places away from her. She smiled to herself, flashing her pearly white teeth. She kept her large, brown eyes on the bar counter and adjusted her gloves to make sure her hand was covered.
Taylor's water arrived and she finished it quickly. "I don't suppose anyone would have enough class to notice anything else going on except their own lives," She said to herself. She tapped her fingers on the counter, then seemed kind of glad no one seemed to reconise her. "Now, now Tay, let's see if we can make some new friends," She added.
A young woman entered the bar with a look of pride on her face. She fixed her hat, which was covering some of her blond hair that fell down to her mid back, and took a seat on a stool. She ordered a glass of water and looked around the bar while she waited for it to come. She adjusted her black and white stripped arm warmers often to make sure the tattoos on her hands were covered.
Taylor Andel smiled to herself, not noticing anything in the bar. Once her water arrived she mindlessly took a sip and kept replaying her wounderous victory over and over again. Today was the aniversary of her first fight- the one where she got her nickname. She remembered the aplaud from the crowd, her manager and trainer's praise, and the advice her opponant had given her.
Taylor finished her water and ordered another one. She seemed to suddenly snao back into reality and laughed at herself. "Oh Tay, you've grown so much since then," She said to herself, placing a finger on the side of her cheeck.
Taylor smiled at Katyana. "Just someone to talk to," She shrugged. Of course she was joking, but she was alone in the bar, and she's heard that being alone in Gambit's wasn't a good thing.
"A mini celebration I guess. Its either here or training, and I need to get away sometimes," She said with another shrug. Taylor was definitly one for conversation, but she seemed tired and off today.
Taylor Andel got up from her bar stool and decided practicing here would be as good as practicing with her trainers. She clenched her fists, then released them, letting out all her nerves and humility. She slowly lifted her shirt off, exposing a bright pink fighting bra with "The Girl on Gunpowder" sewed on the back, and her pale stomach. She then slipped out of her jeans, reavealing black fighting shorts. She kept her brown hat on, and her black and white arm warmers and boots as well. "That seemed pretty good," She said to herself, satisfied with her job.
Taylor Andel skipped into the bar, a big happy smile on her face. Sh wore a black T-shirt with "Greenday's American Idiot" on it in red and white lettering. She paired that with dark jeans, two laced hand warmers just barley doing the job of hiding her tattoos, and a brown hat that hid most of her blond hair, which was pulled back into a pony tail.
She entered the bar with much grace, and looked around. "Not very full," She said to herself, sitting on a bar stool. She ordered a glass of water and decided to do some people watching- something she did often when in the bar.
Taylor Andel figured that since no one was paying attention to her, she might as well practice getting ready quickly, so she isn't terribly late for a fight later on. Taylor slowly slid off her jeans, revealing black shorts that came up to her mid thigh, and fit perfectly. She then took off her shirt, which showed the pink fighting bra that had "Girl on Gunpowder" labled on the back. She kept on her boots and hand warmers, and her hat seemed to have stayed on through her changing. "A new record!" She exclaimed, happy her bosses might not get as mad if she's late to another fight.
Taylor Andel entered the bar gracefully, with a prideful look on her face. She was wearing wearing a black American Idiot T-shirt paired with jeans which were tucked into grey boots. She also had black laced hands warmers and a brown hat covering some of her blond hair, which was pulled back in a pony tail.
She took one look around, sweeping the bar for any familiar faces but saw none, and walked to her usual seat at the counter. "Maybe you'll actualy make some friends today, Tay," She said to herself.
Taylor Andel smiled her signature smile and looked around. "Um, sure?" She said, not knowing where the voices were comming from. She could be imagining them for all she knew! She ordered water and when it came, she took a large gulp to make sure she was fully awake.
Taylor started to get a little creeped out. "I'm uh... I'm Taylor, Taylor Andel," She said, leaving out her nickname for good measures. One was that her manager thought of it... and she didn't like to too much. Another reason was that she didn't know where the voice was comming from, and she wasn't too sure she could take them if needed. "What's yours?" She asked the voice, acting as if it was just a normal patron.
"Sorry, but I don't know my way around here too well. I'm mostly trai-" Taylor stoped, not wanting to give her profession away just yet. She adjusted her hand warmers so only a small bit of her tattoos were showing. "Anyway, not to be rude, but I perfer to see the people... er, creatures I'm talking to," She said, taking another sip of water.
Taylor Andel sudenly jumped up and ran out of the bar, shouting "Oh no, I'm late. He's going to kill me!" and holding her hat. Once she was partialy out of the door she started taking off her shirt, leaving before anyone could see what was under it.
A young woman entered the bar, holding her head high with pride. She had wavey blond hair, beutiful brown eyes and pink lips. She smiled to the man who had entered before her, revealing perfectly white teeth, and took a seat on a bar stool. She wore a black T-shirt with "Girl on Gunpowder" labled across the back, with she paired with skinny jeans, black lace hand warmers, and black boots.
Taylor ordered a glass of water and looked around the bar. "Hi," She said to Ezrael, trying to make conversation like she always did. She enjoyed talking with people, and just being around people who weren't constantly trying to tke pictures of her, or yelling at her. She sighed happily, glad to be out of the training gym for once.
Taylor smiled when her water arrived and took a small gulp, then blinked. "You aren't much of a talker, are you?" She asked, taking another sip of water and placing a hand on her lap gracefuly.
"I didn't know Gambit's has milkshakes," Taylor said thoughtfuly. She did love milkshakes, but her trainers would kill her if she had one.
"Well, I'll keep that in mind," She said, setting her water down and placing a hand on her milky white cheek, deep in thought. She wanted a milkshake, but she'd have to go to training after this...
Taylor nodded. Her phone buzzed and she answered the call. It was her manager telling her about a last minute fight. Taylor rushed out, leaving some coins on the counter for the water.
The bar door opened and a young woman with blond hair entered. She wore a black T-shirt, jeans, black boots, and black lace arm warmers. She wore a brown hat and a bright smile. She nodded to the man who was sitting at the bar, Number twelve, and took a seat next to him. She ordered a glass of water and looked at him with big, brown eyes.