Character Information:

Real Name: Taylor Ann Hill
Code Name: Arachnid
Eye Color: Very dark brown, appear almost black
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 125 lbs
Orientation: Heterosexual
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Age: 20
Play By: Jessica Alba
Original or Canon: Original

Basic Physical Description:

Taylor has a pretty face and body, but has never done anything to utilize this. She’s always been a bit of a tomboy, to say the least, and getting too fancy just never occurred to her. Her skin is naturally beige and with her dark eyes and hair, she was often questioned about her race as a child. Her face is about as heart-shaped as they can come. She has a wide forehead and strong jaw that tapers into a prominent, rounded chin. She has angled eyebrows set about extremely dark eyes that tend to look black, whether they’re catching the light or not. In the center of those eyes is a nose that starts thin and widens into what she likes to call “a bulbous blob”, though she’s really not particularly bothered by it. She just pokes fun at herself. Underneath those is a particularly full set of lips, which she has been bothered by over the years. Despite full lips being the ideal for women, she’s always felt they look silly and rather dislikes them. With the rest of her face in good proportion with no features too big or small, she just cannot stand those ridiculous, poofy lips. They’ve been a bit of a sore spot for her emotionally and physically, as they have a terrible tendency to get chapped.

Extending from her face is rather dark brown hair. It’s no lie that she would look, and did in her younger years, great with long hair. But Taylor is extremely low maintenance and does not like having to deal with long locks of hair that need to be brushed every day and styled and what have you. So in her mid teens she opted to cut it short and has kept it so ever since. She generally keeps around her chin in length, but as said before, is very low maintenance and often doesn’t cut it regularly, letting it grow out down to her shoulders at times. But all in all she really prefers to keep it short and does very little with it, at times just waking up and letting her hair do what it will.

Taylor is neither tall nor short and neither skinny nor fat. She is an all around average girl with quite a lot to show if she chose. However, Taylor rarely chooses to show anything. She has long legs and a shorter torso, wider hips than her chest, and a small waist. Almost in defiance of this, she constantly dresses down her form in boy’s clothing, old clothing, or just clothes too big for her smaller build. Where there should be delicate, feminine curves one will usually just find oversized clothes skimming over her body or layers of clothes hiding those curves. She is lean and possesses lean muscle, though her general size doesn’t give her much room to use that muscle for offensive stuff.

Clothing-wise, Taylor is what some women may refer to as a walking disaster. She is quite fond of boy’s clothing or oversized clothing, opting for comfy over fashion. She doesn’t seem to have much sense of matching and also doesn’t seem to care. She’ll stick on whatever she feels like or can find. She is particularly fond of jeans maybe a size too big for her or jeans that have been stretched and worn out, as those are quite comfortable and still give her room to move around. For all her short comings in every day dress, Taylor cleans up quite well for some unknown reason. She has an uncanny ability to pull off a dress quite well, despite her boyish demeanor and how uncomfortable wearing them makes her.

Personality:

If you were to, for some odd reason, equate Taylor to an inanimate object, it would have to be a burnt marshmallow. She has a rough, kind of unpleasant exterior to most people, but on the inside she’s got this ridiculously gooey, sweet center. Times have hardened her and street smarts give her a quick wit, sharp tongue, and foul mouth. But family love and her natural ways keep her from being a total ‘bad ass’ or whatever you care to label it.

She is sarcastic and quick witted, and undeniably so. Her sense of humor is dry and often times on the crude side. Farts are still funny to her, poop jokes can make her shoot milk out her nose, and sex jokes don’t turn her cheeks some delicate shade of pink in embarrassment but instead leave her snickering. As a child, she had to be on her toes and ready with a clever come back or else be the butt of all the jokes in her group. This has given her a very quick wit that is sometimes a little harsher than necessary. While she is usually only being sarcastic or poking fun and doesn’t mean any harm, she has a difficult time defining boundaries when it comes to what is hurtful and not at times. But a bit hypocritically, she is not too fond of people snapping at her, largely due to her nature to come up with an immediate and more clever response.

Taylor is very closed off emotionally. She’ll laugh and have a good time with someone and maybe even coo them some of her foods, but she rarely is very open with them even if they seem like close friends. As a child she was a bit of a crybaby and this often got her picked on or yelled at by older children. She learned quickly to not cry in front of other people and started associating it with weakness, and so rarely cries anymore, even when she really needs to. She’s always been a bit guarded, slow to let people know about her life or about her dreams and aspirations. Maybe she has a trust issue. Maybe that’s just her natural way. Regardless, she can pal around with someone all she pleases but it takes quite a lot for her to feel secure enough in a person to open up to them.

In spite of this, she has a real soft spot for her teammates. In her group as a child she was a mother figure of sorts, albeit one who often administered tough love. She doesn’t like to see someone hurt, doing something bad for their health, not eating, or anything else a teenager should typically not be doing. She will bandage someone or cook them a meal or just be a shoulder to cry on (despite her own lack of crying), even though she can usually be pretty rough about it. Antiseptic stings? Too bad, stop whining. Why the hell aren’t you eating, stupid? She’s got a tough brand of love, but she does genuinely care very deeply for her teammates and has an extremely strong sense of team. Every man for himself is not a mantra that flies with her.

When hurt, Taylor is not someone you want to be around. Taylor is not someone you wanna be within ten miles of, really. If you personally attack her, she does not take it lightly. She’s known to hold grudges and be very icy towards people who anger her. She has a bit of a short temper…. well, quite the short temper, and is not afraid to get in someone’s face. A bad habit developed in her teens as a way of proving her value and sticking up for herself (and others, at times), she will get right up under someone’s nose and just bellow. She learned a good handful of colorful words, which she has a tendency to combine with mundane ones for some very interesting, sometimes very rude, insults. Oddly, though, she is not a fan of actual vulgarity. If unangered, the only time she drops obscenities is playfully and in an almost child-like manner. She rarely means to offend when she says them like this, and finds it quite disgusting when people just sit around and swear as if they are constantly stuck in a bar.

Fears::
x. being ‘mutinied’, in a way. fears her team turning on her.
x. getting too close to people
x. car crashes
x. falling

Likes::
x. sleeping
x. comfy clothing
x. stretching
x. feeling of flying
x. mutants. specifically the Brotherhood mutants.
x. music. quietly, anyway. can’t stand that loud, thrashing nonsense.
x. the team
x. food
x. little spiders
x. some sort of order
x. mutant supremacy
x. laughing

Dislikes::
x. humans
x. real loud music
x. biiig spiders
x. falling
x. having to dress up
x. sex
x. being hungry
x. crying. considers it a sign of weakness.
x. arguing with people she likes
x. kiss-ups

Mutant Powers:

Webbing- Taylor has never been grossed out by her power, though it’s not exactly the most pleasant. She secretes a sort of liquid form of webbing from the pores of her palms and fingers, which hardens almost instantly into a strong, rubbery substance of sorts that sticks to things. She is capable of shooting this webbing long distances and it can generally support her weight and perhaps that of another person, depending on the weight of the person. The webbing can be used for tying up others, swinging from place to place, or holding herself to objects by only secreting a thin layer of it from her entire hand.

Flexibility- Taylor was always a pretty agile thing growing up and was sort of into gymnastics, but never really realized that much of this came from her mutation until she hit puberty. Her body is very, very flexible and lithe, not unlike a spider’s legs. She is able to hold herself in positions that seem uncomfortable for long amounts of time with no apparent problems, and can withstand the force of flying through the air via webbing due to her body’s ability to twist and turn in awkward, unpleasant looking positions.

Weaknesses:

Taylor’s webbing can only go so far, for starters. It is capable of reaching up lengths of tall buildings and all that, but it certainly can’t stretch much more than a mile, at the very, very most. She rarely has reason to ever send it that far, but if she did it would take a lot of effort and quite a lot of concentration. She is also unable to produce webbing very well if she isn’t fed. Her metabolism converts a great deal of the nutrients she takes in into her webbing. No food means no webbing. This is often a problem for her as she hasn’t sided herself with the well-off faction of mutants and has felt the pain of hunger more than once in her life.

Her webbing is by no means unbreakable. It can withstand her weight and sometimes another person if she has to carry someone with her, but it is entirely possible that if she has too much weight pulling on it, it will snap. If she were to attach her webbing to the back of a car to try and keep it there and the car took off, her webbing would more than likely break. In addition to being breakable, her webbing is also not expandable. It can come out in a stream as thick as her hand and that is it. She cannot make solid netting to catch someone in or make her webbing thicker so she can completely wrap something. It can only be so thick and this makes it nearly useless if someone were to, oh say, fall off a building. She could very little to catch them because not only might her webbing break from the pull of a falling person, but if it did stick, it would only stick in the one place it caught and the force of stopping so abruptly could very well snap the person’s spine.

Her flexibility does not have many drawbacks, though it doesn’t have many uses either. All she can do is make yoga positions look like a piece of a cake. Big deal.

Other Abilities/ talents: Taylor is rather street-smart, if nothing else. She’s quick on her toes and thinks fast. She has a knack for getting out of troubling situations quickly, unless she panics and gets too emotional, thus affecting her ability to think straight. And she’s also learned to be quite a good cook. Hey, if you have to eat to keep part of your mutation working, you learn to at least make decent food.

Basic History:

Taylor was brought into a family in Minneapolis, Minnesota that was not well off financially and she was, well, a bit of a mistake. Never the less her parents loved her with all their hearts, but they could barely support themselves and began working more than one job each to try and support her as well. This unfortunately led to a lack of any real strong parental figure in her life, seeing as they were rarely home. It wasn’t as though they hated her and ignored her all the time, but they simply couldn’t stay home with her and make this work. So she learned to adjust and found other means of entertaining herself. When she was young it was playing down at the nearby parks on the jungle gym, which gradually turned into hanging out with her friends at parks. She found herself quickly becoming wrapped up in the wrong crowd, though her parents knew nothing of it because she never brought her friends home, nor were her parents around if she were to bring them by. Her friends were into shoplifting, pranking, vandalism. She followed them in these pursuits, but did stick to the morals her parents had instilled in her when it came to drugs, sex, and rock & roll and stayed away from those. (Quite literally all of them. Her parents were fans of classical music and she always has a distaste of rock music for some reason.) This was a source of constant teasing from the group, but they never really pressured her into anything serious and mostly respected the choice of one of their long time friends.

As the group grew up together, mutants were beginning to pop up everywhere. The group tried to ignore this and assumed things would stay the way they always were in the group. Then one of the girls suddenly showed signs of mutant abilities. Then another. Then a boy who Taylor had harbored a long time crush for. And suddenly Taylor found herself changing as she hit puberty. At first the group was a little apprehensive of the new power emerging within their group, but they were like siblings they were all so close. So the other came to accept the mutants and eventually took any other mutations in a stride. Taylor and the boy she had a thing for, Drew, grew closer over the years, connected by their mutant abilities and attraction. And all was well in the small world of Taylor. And quite suddenly people started to realize the ‘mutant problem’ and animosity swept across Minnesota. People began to talk, suspect who was a mutant and who was a human, and many people had negative feelings towards them. There were fights between factions of sorts in the area, those who supported mutants and those who didn’t. Gang fights, almost. And somehow, word got out that Taylor’s little gang was not only a big supporter of mutants, but had a number of them in it. They were attacked by a group similar to themselves, composed of able-bodied humans. A fight erupted and all hell broke loose, and in the end her now-boyfriend-and-love-of-her-teenage-life, Drew, was dead at the hands, or rather the gun, of a human. Everyone ran. Taylor could barely comprehend what had happened. The first guy she’d ever loved was dead. People in this town knew she was a mutant now. That gang would come back. Most of the teens ran home. Taylor ran away.

She was out on the first bus she could catch with nothing but a small duffel bag and her most personal belongings. During the long bus rides from town to town the hurt, guilt, and hate from the incident festered. How dare humans hurt her or any of her mutant brethren like this? The only reason Drew was dead was because of a gun. What could they even do but wield their pathetic little weapons? Nothing. Mutants were better anyway. However, this thinking did not get her very far in the next town she came to, so she was on a bus again and began to survive through stealing, pick-pocketing, and general underhanded methods. She often wondered what her parents would think, what they were doing now, and wondered occasionally if they were even still alive. She was sure they would have tried to find her if they were, right? Did the hatred towards mutants extend to the families that had brought them into the world? Had they been killed? She didn’t know and though she cared, she didn’t have time to think about it. Times were hard. She was out on the streets for a little over a year and was so far down on her luck that she could barely make an inch of webbing when the Brotherhood found her. She was overjoyed to find a group of mutants who shared her beliefs and instantly joined them without second thought. Her goal in life now is to contribute to the team and make mutants the superior race.

Citations: Mah head. : D


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Sample RP: This is from a future Harry Potter roleplay, but I can certainly change it if you need me to.

Most students chose to spend their free time doing things that were fun and entertaining. Taking a stroll on the grounds, sitting by the lake, meeting with friends, socializing in the common room, or perhaps even meeting a special someone in an abandonded room.

Lauren Finnigan was not one of these people.

Lauren Finnigan was more the type to seek out an abandoned classroom to do her homework in. She found herself a nice, empty room on the third floor and made a quick check to see if anyone was coming down the hall to use this room for anything. When she saw nothing, the girl dragged herself and her bag into the old, dusty room and sought out a place to sit herself. It was clear the room didn't get much use from the various cobwes in the corners and the dust on the old, rickety desks, and she wasn't really fond of being super close to either. So she opted to find a spot that was not infested with spiders or covered in dust, which appeared to be the windowsill. She found this odd, considering spiders probably got in through the window, but it looked like people had, in fact, been in here before her and had opened the window for some sort of use, so it was relatively free of dust and bugs. The sixth year made her way over and sat down on the old, tearing cushion of the windowsill, leaning her back against one wall and placing her bag between herself and the window.

Now for her homework.

The brunette began sifting through the overstuffed messenger back, pulling out a few thick textbooks and some rolls of parchment. She placed the textbooks and parchment near her feet, then began digging around her bag again. The girl pulled out one quill and set it with the parchement, then looked through the bag once again. She frowned and paused, clearly unable to find something, and her digging became a big more frantic-looking. She sat there with her head nearly inside the bag for a good few moments, before throwing her hands in the air and leaning back against the wall with a thud. "Are you kidding me...?" she murmured impatiently to herself, putting her hands on her face in exasperation. She'd spent a good twenty minutes looking for a classroom not in use, had found her dust and spider free area, and had forgotten her ink? Way to go, Lauren.

She sat in an angry little huff for a moment or so, before a lovely idea occured to her. This was a classroom, albeit an old, abanadoned one. Perhaps a careless student had left his or her quill and ink here and she could just... borrow it for the time being. She swung her feet back down to the floor and turned, hopping off the sill and looking about the room to try and think of where to look first. She began with the student's desks first, opening the tops of them and peering inside. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Gigantic spider! She squealed and slammed that desk shut. Nothing. Nothing. Dust. Nothing. Oh, fantastic! A quill. Nothing wrong with having an extra. She reached into the desk to pick it up and scrunched up her nose in disgust when it was sticky and crumbled at her touch. Oh. It was a sugar quill. An old one that someone had left there. How lovely. Shuddering, Lauren moved on to the teacher's desk. Nothing on top of it... nothing in the open drawers... but one drawer was locked. She bit her lip. It was wrong to invade someone's privacy. She shouldn't really open things that weren't hers... but this room had been long abandoned! The professor who used to teach her was probably living it up in some tropical place or had a much nicer room and clearly did not need whatever was in this desk. She tugged lightly on the lock to see if perhaps it had rusted, but the thing still held fast. Lauren stood up straight and glanced around, checking to see if anyone was there, then bent back over and slipped her wand out of her robes, pointed it at the lock, and whispered, "Alohomora.."

The little lock clicked open and she took it off neatly, setting it on top the desk before opening up the drawer that she hoped would be the answer to her prayers. She opened it and the contents clattered about. Aha. So that's why it was locked up. It looked like nothing more than a bunch of sweets and gag items. It looked like there were fireworks, little hats, a little doll and what appeared to be a miniature gallow, some kind of powder, a small ear attached to a long piece of flesh colored string, and... Lauren brightened. In the back of the drawer there seemed to be a small stash of extra bottles of ink. She pulled one out and shut the drawer, quite proud of herself for being resourceful and finding the bottle. She went to pull the top off, just to make sure it still had plenty of ink in it, and found the top was stuck. Lauren frowned and yanked harder, harder, and suddenly it popped up with much more force than she'd expected, and the contents spilled all over her shirt. The Gryffindor let out a startled gasp as this happened, looking down at her nice school uniform that now had a huge, dark blot on it.

"Bloody hell!

Player Information
Name: Rose, but I generally go by Ro around the internetssss
Contact Information: PM, or on AIM I’m ‘theamazingro’.
Desired Member Title: itsy bitsy [spider]
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This character is very similiar to to the Canon Spider-Man, but as we do not have a Spider Man or any other character with similiar powers, I see no issue. Your bio is long and well developed. Welcome aboard!

*approved* by Lane.