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Maxine Taylor

"What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person."

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a character in “Bellingstone, Pennsylvania”, as played by WrittenInSilverInk

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MAXINE T A Y L O R;
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❝ It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.❞

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➠ A P P E R A N C E


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Maxine's a petite woman with a slim build. She has a rich brown skin tone with natural facial highlights. She was born with big dark brown eyes which she often smudges with kohl eyeliner. She had full pink tones lips and a small nose. Her dainty fingers are normally painted a baby pink tone and are crafted into a oval shape. Her deep brown hair has natural curls but she often wrangles it into a sleek large waves or straight style. Her clothes can be described as classical looking as she often adorned cool toned pieces of designed items. She likes to wear lots of white with black or grey accents. It is rare to see her add much color into her wardrobe.







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t's safe to wonder how much of someone's soul can be recovered after 97 years of life. It's almost hard to imagine how someone can have a family and then watch as you don't age but they all do whilst withering off into death and hopefully to heaven. The life dreams you have that eventually don't matter after your whole life is over and your just forced to live with bloodlust all day.

Sometimes Max finds herself ready to bite at her own wrists, wanting to take out her own life. She imagines that she'd be able to do it aswell, tear into her wrist until she ripped out her artery before letting herself bleed out. Then she'd be free off all the blood she took from people. Maybe then she's tear off her ring and let the the sun consume her. She doesn't need the hunters to kill her, she's got in under wraps.

She lives her life with this fair methodically cold demeanor. She does show much warmth to people and doesn't embrace other people's as well. She mostly just exists, in the simplest form of existing. Aside from dancing and reading the only thing Maxine does to exist is drain life from animals and debate if being alive but dead is really worth it β€” although she knows it isn't.

It's not that she's mean, she not. She is a cool, calm and collected vampire that doesn't dabble in things that are out of line with normal society. She doesn't feast on humans or declare war with the werewolves, she just simply keeps to herself. She isn't a mean person because they only person she finds herself hating on this world is herself, she hates how her life turned out, she hates that this is her life.







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Ballet || Writing || Reading || Cool Tones || Her old family pictures || Rainy Days || Magazines such as Vogue || Following the news || Criminal TV shows || Quite Afternoons || Attending church services || Classical Music Concerts || Cafes and 24/hr dinners || Riding the train || Visiting different places || Scones || Young Children || Writing Letters
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Vampirism || Bugs || The "Old" South || Seeing perfectly happy families || Thunder Storms || Reality TV || Cell Phones || Hip Hop Dance || Whiskey || Violent People || Trashy Magazines || Parties || Camping || Sunlight || Bustling cities || Classless people || Large Crowds || Sad Stories || Comedies || Winter || Fire Places || Warm tones








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The not-so-short history of a ninety-seven year old woman began in the year 1919. The day of her birth. She was born into this world with two other half-siblings, and two doting parents. And although while on paper Maxine's family is the picture of normal, the reality of her life was much, much more complicated. Mostly because she is biracial.

Her parents story is fairly simple β€” what you'd expect. He was a successful business man and she came from a family of money, and together they got together and fell in love. And whilst he was Caucasian and she was African-American, they remained in love for their whole lives despite obstacles. Living in the Deep South proved to stand a bigger obstacle against the family. They were forced to eat out at different restaurants due to discrimination, and Maxine was not able to attend the same elite private school as her sisters. She was close with her sisters but often society's views on black people drove there closeness apart. They weren't able to go to the same school, or play on the same playgrounds, and when it public people would yell and taunt them. Often time’s stones would be thrown at their window and protests would arise due to their marriage. Her father, while still successful, lost a considerable amount of business deals due to marriage.

At school the kids mocked Maxine, telling her that she wasn't meant to be at a black school because she wasn't even like them. She found herself not able to make friends due to her lighter skin color and was often segregated in her own school. She discovered books at a young age and spent all of the bad days in her life letting herself get lost in a good story. It wasn't until her early tens when her teachers realized just how smart she was, dubbing her as a genius. And eventually after be evaluated the professionals dubbed her as a prodigy Eventually she was able to attend college in the Northβ€” a rarity to for women, let alone a woman of color. She got her degree in journalism before her graduation at the ripe age of seventeen. Moving back to the south for a year it didn't take her long to realize that the racial issues got in the way of her finding work and with reluctance she said good-bye to her parents and sisters before moving up to New York in hopes of pursuing her dreams.

While in New York she found a job at a successful magazine company where she worked for a few months before being shipped off to England to pursue a writing career there. It was in London that she meet a boy with too long hair and striking blue eyes named Jack. And just like the way rain falls from a heavy cloud, Maxine fell for Jack. Maxine devoted her time and love to Jack for a year before they eventually got married. And living in a grand ole house in the country side, the couple was blessed with a beautiful baby girl names Olivia who has caramel skin, striking blue eyes, and a mess of brown curly hair. And through all the years of racial suffering, Maxine had finally found peace within her life.

When Olivia reached three years old, Jack and Maxine carefully picked out a nanny so Maxine could go back to work and pursue her dreams. She found a happiness in being able to write again and she found it empowering to be a career woman, even if it meant late nights away from her family. And late nights was how she was able to be ripped away from her family as well. It was late, too late and Maxine knew she had been at the office to long. She was in desperate need to get home but was unable to flag down a taxi. In hopes of finding one in a more bustling part of town Maxine began to walk down the empty road. Too tired to be on high alert she was easily taken and pulled into an alley by two men who beat her to near death and leaving her to bleed on the ground as they ran away with her purse. So for what felt like a life time Maxine lay on the floor of the alley before a man offered to save her and she hastily nodded to his request, she needed to get home to her family.

Her brought her back to his flat where he slowly almost menacingly explained that he was a monster and that she was going to become a monster too, and while she tried to object her body was too weak to fight against his advances. Next thing she knew? She was a full out vampire. The man kept her in his flat for a week, bringing her things to feast off of and explaining how her severe thirst worked. And when the week was over he offered to be her mentor, to let her travel with him but she refused, she still wanted to go home to her family. So she did, she went home explaining that a close friend had gotten sick and that's why she was gone, and she wished she could have informed him that she was going to be missing but she got caught up, her husband was just happy she was home. Maxine happily embraced her daughter and promised to her husband that she was going to quit her job. And she did. For several days she stayed home with Olivia, loving a nurturing her but as her blood thirst returned she realized that it was not safe for her to be home with her family and in the middle of the night she fled, leaving a note explained how she loved them but she had to go.

And just like that, she had now left behind every person she ever loved. She then went to travel the world a bit, staying particularly long in France where she picked up on ballet and even danced on a company for several years before she had to disappear as she wasn't aging. It wasn't until her more recent history that Max stumbled upon the town of Bellingstone which she now is a resident at.







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D I A L O U G C O L O R βœ• #EEA9B8

W R I T E R WrittenInSilverInk

F A C A C L A I M Gugu Mbatha-Raw

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So begins...

Maxine Taylor's Story

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Character Portrait: RΓ©my Dubois Character Portrait: Maxine Taylor Character Portrait: Johanna Collins Character Portrait: Urainie A. Patel Character Portrait: Eibhlin Canniff Character Portrait: Pfeiffer Griffin Character Portrait: Anthony Summers Character Portrait: Andrew Hammond Character Portrait: Nicholas Wolff Character Portrait: Desmond Joseph Grey
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Location; Downtown Bellingstone.
Time; 7:00 P.M.


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The night air was cool and crisp as ever within the downtown area. It was a day of festivities all over the downtown area of Bellingstone and it was quite the spectacle every year. Today was the day that everyone within the town of Bellingstone, Pennsylvania have been waiting for. Founder's Day - A day of celebration and the day that the town was founded by the finding fathers. People have lined up to watch the parade, which was long as always and now people were within the town center, awaiting for their mayor to take the stage and give his normal speech about this fabulous day and now night.

Hidden within the crowd, dressed in a black leather jacket, pants and white t-shirt, stood the alpha of the Wolff pack - Nicholas. He had his arms folded over his muscular chest, blending in with the normal townsfolk. His eyes gazed around as he kept a close eye on his pack, making sure every single one of them behaved. Nicholas turned his head back towards the stage as Samantha was up there now, standing behind the podium and waited until the crowd hushed before speaking. "Welcome, people of Bellingstone to the Annual Founder's Day ceremony." A few people applauded as she waved her hand towards the mayor. "And allow me to introduce the mayor, Mr. Maxwell Carter."

The crowd roared as Samantha stepped aside and Maxwell stood up and took to the podium now, waving with a smile. Nicholas didn't bother applauding but he stood there motionless even. "I thank everyone that participated in today's events and organized everything. Obviously, it wasn't me because things would've been all over the place." There was scattered laughter along with his own as he continued speaking. "I stand proud before you today because of this magnificent display that brings a community together." Maxwell waved his hand towards something that was covered up, a statue more than likely.

"And now, my surprise." Once the sheet was ripped off to reveal the status, a body was also there hanging lifelessly with multiple bite marks and even a few scratches. People gasped, screamed and a few collapsed onto the ground while Nicholas stared at the body, noticing that the body wasn't the attack of a werewolf. The mayor walked closer to the display and broke down. "This is my nephew! Who did this?!" The mayor was in a furious rage and demanded answers as the authorities were starting to arriving. Most seemed like it was implemented by someone else. Nicholas' mind automatically went to one word - Vampire. Those vile and disgusting creatures of nature, well then again, so are werewolves but they do not require human blood to live.

Nicholas couldn't bare witness of this sight anymore as he stepped away, authorities all around investigating especially Angie and Christopher. Nicholas waltzed into one of the nearby restaurants and sat down at an outside table, pulling out his cell phone and sending out a massive text to his pack members.

To: The Wolff Pack
Meet me at Gino's Pizza now. Last one here buys dinner.


Nicholas sent the message while a waitress came up to him and asked what we wanted to eat. He licked his lips while staring at her up and down then shook his head while ordering two meat lovers pizzas. The waitress nodded her head and walked back inside. Nicholas even ordered everyone cups of water to go with their pizza. Nicholas sat there, pondering whether or not the vampires might've done this or not. If it was a war they want, a war they were surely going to get but how can two clans of supernatural being war with hunters also lurking in the mist. His eyes caught sight of the mayor on the phone. Nicholas used his enhanced hearing to listen in. "Desmond. It's time."

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Character Portrait: RΓ©my Dubois Character Portrait: Maxine Taylor Character Portrait: Eibhlin Canniff Character Portrait: Matthieu Dubois
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He had lived through enough of these that they eventually grew redundant. And so, as his brother and the coven and the rest of the town joined each other in Founder's Day, Matthieu had retired early and returned to the one thing he was still truly passionate about. His bookstore wasn't much, but it meant the world to him.

For a few months, back in the eighties, it had been a law office. But that was short lived - no one needed a lawyer in these parts. And so he had closed that down in the late nineties and the store had remained empty for quite some time. And then he had come home from Columbia and decided to use the space to start one of those hole-in-the-wall sort of bookstores that crop up in small, American towns. Perhaps a tourist would stop by once and a while, but truly, he owned it to have an excuse to own so many books. Matt was a romantic in that sense. Perhaps annoyingly so.

Matt sat on the front steps of the store, which was only a block or two from the festivities. In fact, from where he sat with his cup of coffee, he could watch the fireworks almost as well as if he had been there. He was close enough that he could hear the screams that went up. For a while, he could have mistaken them for excited screams, but no, he knew that sound.

"Putain..." he murmured to himself, standing up slowly and walking into the street. He attempted to look over the heads of the crowd, but they jostled around him, bobbing up and down just as he did, effectively blocking his vision. "Merde!" But now they started to hurry away, knocking into him as he weaved between people. Finally, he grabbed one of the townsfolk by the arm.

"What's the matter?" he asked sharply, jerking his thumb at the square.

"Mayor Cartwell's nephew, man," the woman replied, tugging her arm free. "I wouldn't go there." She continued walking as he stood there, finally able to see now as the crowds thinned out. He knew not how long he stood, staring at the corpse, but it was long enough that by the time he came to his senses, they had begun to cover the poor man. It was his phone that had startled him, and he grasped for it quickly to read what he knew was a message from his brother.

Matthieu could have asked for the details, but he found that to be unnecessary at this point. The Coven would have enough to tell him. And speaking of which, he started to draft a message on his phone, addressing his entire Coven -

Meeting ASAP at my place. Stay on the down low.

And with that, he started down the street quickly, looking about himself in concern. While the humans of the town might not jump to conclusions, he was certain the wolves had already started plotting, scheming. Hell, it could have been them for all he knew. And yet it could have been a vampire as well.

He turned on to his street in only a few minutes. It was a Victorian style place, standing noticeably among the other, slightly less impressive models. With ease, he unlocked his door and left it unlocked for the others. He put on as many lights as he could, set up tea and coffee on the stove, and sat down in his parlor to wait.

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Rèmy squeezed Eva's hand once. "Hey, protecting and saving are two different things. But I promise." They continued their walk down towards the Dubois estate. The street was lined with old victorian style homes and quiet. Every home was dark, either because it was so late or because everyone was out at the festival. Authorities were probably detaining as many people as possible to get eye witness statements for their reports. Unfortunately, whoever killed the mayor's nephew and stuck his body to the statue, did it when they knew no one would see and did it for a reason.

Rem wasn't entirely sure he wanted to find out what that reason was. Eva murmured something about working with the wolves and he chuckled. "Don't mention that to Matt. Not sure how he'd take it. The others may not be interested either considering how things are with them. Not all of them had found a friend." He said the last of his words softly. He saw the look on her face when Johanna walked in. "While I agree that we should work together, that probably won't be happening. But we can fight hard as a family. Especially Henrietta."

They had reached the iron front gate of the house which Matt had, apparently, left unlocked. Hopefully he understood the risk involved. He might be strong, but if outnumbered... Rem shook his head sharply. No. He would not think of that. He held the door open for Eva saying,"After you, my lady," and allowed her by before shutting the gate behind them. Unlike the other homes, theirs was fully lit as if Matt was trying to keep the shadows from coming to life. He sighed, and opened the door. "Matt!" he called. turning off unnecessary lights, "If you want the hunters or even the werewolves to find us, you're better off with a big neon sign that reads 'here we are!'"

He made his way to the parlor, his brother's favored room besides his own (or that's what Rem figured anyway) and found him there waiting. He took a seat on the couch and left plenty of room for Eva to sit beside him if she chose to.