My User Name Is: Lokis_SongBird
Name: Taylor (Ty for short)
Gender: Female (trys to hide it)
Age: 23
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 135 lbs
Physical Appearance: 
Taylor’s most recognizable trait is her auburn hair down to her waist which is constantly in a tight rope braid. Her face is long, with a high cheek bones, large steely eyes, and full rosy lips. She is tall with lean mussels across her frame (she works out to make sure she can put up one hell of a fight before anyone takes advantage of her again) and can be fairly easily mistaken for a boy due to her flat chest and loose fitting, plain, dark attire. She wears no jewelry or make-up calling both stupid.
Occupation: Pilot
Bio: Taylor has no memory of a stable home or a mother. Her earliest memories are of handing her father tools as he worked on modifying ships for races, then watching those same ships race both in atmo and out in the black. It caught her interest from the start and she dreamed of the day she could be part of it.
Her father neither wanted her nor knew how to raise a child, so he treated her the same way his father had done with him. Nothing feminine or girly was allowed, it distracted you from the task at hand. The job was the most important thing, always. Clothing was efficient, kept you warm, safe and/or modest, it shouldn’t be something you had to be worried about keeping nice. She could keep her hair long just as long as she kept it out of her face at all times so she could see what she was doing. She had to be tough, because it was hard out there and crybabies were not among those who survived. The only people you ever tell that you are sick or need medical assistance are a doc or your captain, everyone else would take advantage of your weakness. There were no kisses, no hugs, no signs of affection and never more approval than a quick nod of the head and a grunt.
It seemed the only thing she ever did that he didn’t disapprove of was her flying. So that’s what she did. It came second nature to take the controls, using the ship like an extension of her own body. Being raised in the middle of the racing world she had the opportunity of meeting some of the best pilots that ever took to the black, and learned everything they had to teach. They entered her in her first space race at age 7, and by the time she was 12 into an iner-atmo race (those never go beyond the planet’s atmosphere and are considerably more complicated and dangerous due to the fact that there is matter between you and the finish-line). She was proclaimed a prodigy by those that knew (If people knew a kid was flying the ship they wouldn’t allow them to enter the race, so they signed-up under the name of the ship or a team name the crew picked out). And life was good for Taylor, for a while.
About the time she turned 14, puberty started setting in and Taylor’s father could no longer ignore the fact that his child was female. He started drinking, trying to forget the woman that his daughter was growing to resemble so much. But it just added fuel to the fire. If when he was drunk he could see a bulge in her shirt from her breasts, to much of her legs or her shoulders he told her that her body was disgusting and that she was a horrible person because only horrible people had bodies like that. After a while it didn’t matter if he was drunk or sober. She started binding her chest, wearing long pants and high collars to avoid such harsh words. The day she started her first period was the day he began smacking her around. As the years went on it got worse, the beatings became worse, he started blaming her for chasing away her mother then taking advantage of her broken body.
After more than five long, hard years of enduring her father’s abuse Taylor finally decided enough was enough. She stole one of the ships her father had been working on, bolting for the busiest city she could find. Almost the moment she landed she sold the ship and was outta the world looking for work.
She went job to job, world hopping as much as possible to try to avoid punishment for her theft and most of all her father.
Now after seeing hide-nor-hair from the alliance for almost a year she figures it is safe to settle into a crew that won’t kick her planet-side the first chance they get after finishing a job.
Personality: Taylor is what you may call a “strong silent type” by first impression, or as one former crewmate put it “silent psycho-b***h-freak”. When she dose speak she is blunt, gruff, and rather haughty to hide her insecurity. She is very untrusting of people, especially men, and would sooner shank you than give you the benefit of the doubt. But under the hard outer layer that she puts up as a defense she is viciously loyal to her captain and her crew. If she trusts someone there is nothing she wouldn’t do for them.
In her spare time the crew might see her working out, sitting passively watching others interact or arguing with someone.
Likes: Productive people, loyalty, guns, knives, "found" weapons (pointy things, bludgning things exc.), ships, racing and animals (they won't turn on you).
Dislikes: Drunks, men who hurt woman, weak people and people who serve no purpouse on a boat.
Other: Things that she would rather die than admit are true include: worrying about people, being a closet romantic and likening all that “girly crap.”
