[Appearance]
Tailor has a small, delicate, borderline-awkward-too-skinny body. You won't find anything under his shirt but a slate of clean, pale skin. But if you look hard enough, you might even be able to see his heart. Shit; you can probably see it from across the room. Swelled up and ready to burst for the right or wrong words to be said. Anticipating something that never comes--he always seems to be on edge. Off-key drums from clumsy fingers, and fixated eyes on everything and nothing all at once. There's alot too much of stuff going on in Tailor's head, and only a distant look for you to come to terms that he was never listening to you in the first place.


[Family]
Anne-Laure Marie Pencey | Mother |
Erik Adam Pencey | Father |
James Lamarr Pencey | Elder Brother | - Deceased
Anne Kristine Pencey | Younger Sister |






[Personality]

"Stages." That's what Anne tells him they are, so that’s what Tailor says they are, and that’s what his therapist supposes they are, too. He might want to be an astronaut one day, and the next day he might switch to a professor. It's not that he likes everything; it's just that everything seems so appealing in his eyes. He wants to soak the world in. He wants more than just an “I want.” He wants a conversation full of, “ I did.” He wants to go out, and be all these things that blatantly; aren't him.

He’s got the money, but money isn’t the problem. Tailor is the kind of person who needs encouragement. A pat in the back every once in a while, someone to cheer him on from the sidelines. Although most of his family members are fully capable of giving him that, he won’t ask. He won’t even hint it. Pride? Could be. Hate’s his family? Possibly.
Embarrassment? Warmer. Rejection? Your on fire.

Tailor can overreact, but he could just as equally--and just as foolishly--underestimate a situation. It’s the reason behind his weekly visits to Dr. Elliot. He lets his anxiety and ridiculous predictions and assumptions take over. And once that happens; he transitions into something that shouldn’t be aggravated. An intensified version of himself, below a notch from a nervous breakdown.
His strong emotions go hand-in-hand with his fear of having an undiagnosed illness. His thoughts will reach every direction, search every angle, and count how many syllables are in any word directed at him until it’s a tangled web of half-assed guesses and opinions that he automatically assumes are facts.
Of course, he won’t show any of this. All you can do is assume he’s thinking about last summer; because assumptions are the closest your going to get to the scenes playing out, and the words printed behind his milky eyes.



[Likes]
Compliments
Attention
Roller-coasters
Cliché and cheesy pick-up lines
Kids
Old people
Tight-knit families
Home-cooked dinner’s
CD’s
People who are so stupid; they’re funny


[Dislikes]
Death, and anything having to do with it
People telling him what to do
People screaming, especially at him
Secrets
The sight of blood
Coffee







[Fears/Phobias]
~ The fear of having an undiagnosed disease\disorder
~ Waking up one day to find that everybody has left without telling where\why

[Hobbies/Talents]
~ He's always been pretty good at singing, but it's pretty much a talent gone to waste with Tailor.
~ He can do that thing with a cherry stem and tie it in a knot with just his tongue.

[Romantic Interest]
N\A

[Bio]


Thursday\11:05am\3\18\99



Tailor: Ever heard of the kid who went swimming after he ate and got cramps and drowned?

Dr. Elliot: Yes, I have.

Tailor: Heard of Aliens?

Dr. Elliot: Yes.

Tailor: Bigfoot?

Dr. Elliot: Yes.

Tailor: What about the Ice-man? Ever heard of him?

Dr. Elliot: (Pauses) No. I can't say that I have.

Tailor: I have.

Dr Elliot: Is that so? And what is he like?

Tailor: He had eyes that make dry-ice look like hot cocoa. He was tall, and had a voice that boomed and resonated in big hallways so you couldn't tell where he was coming from. He spits little Ice-man particles when he talks, and they get inside your heart. Eat away at it. You can't make eye contact either, because with one piercing look; he could make your entire stomach churn until you want to throw up. They said if you do something to upset the Ice-man; he'll find you. Only he doesn't believe in violance.

(Tailor stops talking.)

Dr. Elliot: Why is that?

Tailor: I don't know. He believes in his Ice-man talking. Spits Ice-man particles. Shoots Ice-man looks. Roars Ice-man words that make the foundations of your house shake, I swear. Not many people have saw this Ice-man guy, but everyone knew what to do when they did encounter him. Only I didn't. No one told me, and the now I have these little..(Inaudible).. Only I didn't call him Ice-Man--I called him mon frère.

Dr. Elliot: Mon frere?

Tailor: Yes.

(Silence)

Dr. Elliot: Tailor, can I ask you a question?

Tailor: Yes.

Dr. Elliot: Why did you use pre-tense?

Tailor: Is that a joke?

Dr. Elliot: No. It's an honest question.


Tailor: You know why.

(Sound of chair scraping against floor.)

Dr. Elliot: Please seat back down, Tailor. Can we finish this please?

Tailor: No! You lied to me. You said you wouldn't ask about him. He was my.. (Inaudible) lost him, too.. (Inaudible)

(End of tape.)







[Other]
~ Comes from a very wealthy family.
~ Recently moved into an apartment with his friends, Luke & Phaedom.