ANDERSON, TAYLOR ISABEL

[taybitch]

taylor isabel anderson.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. taylor isabel anderson
stage name. taylor anderson
nicknames. tay, tay bitch, tay tay
age & dob. nineteen, march sixth
gender. she's a laydee whoa oh oh, she's a laydee.
sexual orientation. straight
career. film actor
hometown. new york, new york.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five feet, seven inches.
eyes. green.
hair. dark brown.
build. slender.
distinguishing features. my skin is ridiculously pale like you would not believe. i can hardly go out in the sun without getting burned or anything. it's horrible. other than that, i guess my eyes are pretty distinguishable—they’re a really lovely shade of light green.
play-by. i’ve been told i look like a girl called kristen stewart, but i'm not positive who that is.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. my privacy, cigarettes, ray bans, reading classics, disney world, sports (though i'm not even a little bit competitive when it comes to them), driving around in my car with the windows down and loud music on, parties, warm, sunny days, attractive AND smart guys.
hates. people butting into my life (good thing i'm in hollywood where everyone’s up in everyone else’s business), dumb people, cold, dry weather, rain, snow, getting asked the same questions a hundred thousand times in a row.
quirks. i'm constantly running my hand through my hair, i also bite my lower lip a lot. i'm all kinds of awkward, too, but that’s not really a quirk. that's kind of something i just am.
aspirations. i'd like to make good movies—not just stupid movies that will make a lot of money. i want to be in things that mean something to me. i also dream about keeping my personal life entirely out of the tabloids. i don’t need my personal life being broadcasted across the whole country. i want to have a good, comfortable life doing what i like to do—but wouldn’t everybody? i'd also like to become independent from my parents’ support. i love them, but i don’t need them financing my way through life.
secrets. i want to find a nice guy. it's a little difficult to believe just because i have such issues letting people in, but i do. somewhere, there’s a guy who will be able to put up with me and my… issues. uh. sometimes i don’t know if this is a good idea or not—the whole hollywood thing, i mean. there could be better things to do with my life, you know?
personality evaltuated. "you want me to talk about myself? god. okay. uh. i'm not a cold hearted, soulless bitch that people seem to think i am. i mean, sure, i have trouble letting people in, but that's not my fault. i've tried to fix that, but it's difficult. i don't know, i'm just not a touchy-feely kind of girl. i don't like the whole, 'oh my god, we're going to be like, best friends forever!' kind of thing. i have best friends, i have close friends—not too many, but i have them. we just don't have slumber parties, really, we don't go on huge shopping sprees and we don't have pillow talk and stay up for hours and hours on the phone telling each other everything that's going on in our lives. i like to keep my life very private. honestly, i find it dangerous to share everything with one person. people can change, you know? just because i'm loyal and i wouldn't ever say any of my friends' secrets to anybody else doesn't mean they're the same way. it 'd tough, but that's how i feel, even about the most trustworthy people.

"though i do have those particular issues, i swear i actually am a nice person, i just have other ways of showing it. i love spending time with my friends and being silly in my own special way. i've got a killer sense of humor, in my opinion, at least. a lot of people can't really handle it—dry and sarcastic doesn't suit way more people than i thought. people really take me too seriously, i think, which is just the silliest thing i ever heard. i'm pretty vulgar sometimes, too, which apparently, people find very offensive. i'll have to clean that up if i'm going to try and be famous. though, i'm not about to be america's sweetheart—pfft. as if.

"secretly, i'm a romantic at heart. i'm not some kind of damsel in distress waiting for prince charming to ride up on his white horse and rescue me from the highest room in the tallest tower, but i do believe in true love. i believe that the right guy's out there somewhere for me, too—somebody who i'll be able to tell everything to eventually. i'll get over my fear of people knowing everything about me one day. honestly, i can't wait until the day that i find this guy.

"but uh. yea, that's me. aloof, private, secretive, romantic, funny and vulgar."


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. george anderson, 48, lawyer.
mother. mary anderson, 48, assistant district attorney.
siblings. michael anderson, 14, student.
pets. mr. darcy—jack russell terrier puppy.
other family. n/a
history evaluated. "well, i was born in march on an abnormally warm day for the season. my parents were thrilled when i arrived—they'd been wanting a girl, though i imagine a boy would have been perfectly fine too. anyway, my father had already decided that i was going to be his little princess—good thing that lasted for such a long time. pfft.

"anyway, i grew up in a big house in new york city and i had space to run around and play and be a kid. i spent most of my childhood under the supervision of our—that is, me and my brother's, once he came along—nanny, rebecca, because both of my parents were always working. my dad's a lawyer and my mother's an assistant district attorney. you know. like on law and order? my mom's pretty badass, but it's irritating not to have either parent around ever. i mean, i loved becca. she was like a big sister and a mom all in one. it would have been nice to grow up like a normal kind with both parents around to raise me themselves rather than letting a complete stranger into their house to take care of the kids.

"my brother came around when i was five. we're actually really close, despite the age gap. when he was just a little baby i used to have sleepovers with him in my room in a sleeping bag on my floor. he was legitimately the most adorable child who ever existed. we used to play hide and seek in our yard—he'd hide in the huge hedges and get stuck or lost or something. we've always been pretty close. i love him.

"through grade school, i attempted to find my calling. i don't know what i thought i was doing—it wasn't like i'd figure out what i wanted to do in the seventh grade and then practice practice practice until it was time to actually go after my dream. i went through everything. when i say everything, i mean it. at three, i tried dancing, which was a total bust. i did ballet and tap. i quit ballet almost right away because of my distinct lack of grace, even at three. i quit tap because i ruined a show once by getting distracted by a disney poster that was behind us. we all started facing that poster and at count six, we were supposed to turn around. however, i did not turn around. it was embarrassing, so i quit. when i was six, i started ice skating. i quit twice—once because an ice hockey player was racing backwards, didn't see me and knocked me into the back wall of the rink and the second time because my class was learning how to spin and i couldn't do it. at seven, i tried gymnastics, which i was surprisingly decent at. however, they were mean to my best friend at the place we took lessons at, so i quit on principle. through middle school, i also went through a soft ball phase and that was just dreadful. eventually i got the memo that i'm really not cut out for athletic anything. wish i'd figured it out sooner, though.

"i started getting interested in acting when i started high school. the drama teacher at school was also my english teacher. he used to make us memorize shakesperian soliloquies by ourselves or get into groups and perform huge, important scenes in front of the class. i was always pretty good at that stuff. i mean, i'd try pretty hard, anyway, because i wanted a good grade, but apparently i was a natural at it. mr. lavigne, that was his name, suggested that i try out for the fall drama, which i did, and i actually landed a pretty decent supporting role. i debated about trying out for the spring musical too, but decided against it. i don't have the charm or the vocal cords to get up on stage and dance around and sing charming musical numbers. the first time i performed in that drama, though, i had a huge amount of stage fright, but i didn't actually do too badly. i got the hang of it eventually and every year after that i tried out. junior and senior years i had the lead, which was exciting. i finally figured out that i loved being on stage and that maybe i'd actually found the right thing to go after this time.

"all through high school mikey and i used to hang out together. it was pretty exciting the first time i was able to have a real conversation with him that didn't involve what television show we were going to watch. he was in the seventh grade when i graduated, but i didn't care that he was really just a kid. we used to drive around in my car with the windows down, playing obnoxiously loud music and singing along. he's my kid brother and i love him. toward the end of senior year and all through that summer, i spent a lot of time with him. i knew i'd be leaving for college in the fall and i wanted to get in as much sibling time as i could.

"i graduated in june of my senior year, ready to go off to UCLA in the fall. i had no major—undecided, all the way. i'm not very good at decisions. anyway, that's how i ended up in LA, at least. i started school in the fall, but, to be honest, school really isn't my thing. without telling my parents, i started auditioning for small films, just to see if i could actually get anywhere with it. apparently, i could. i got a bunch of roles in a some small, lesser known projects, so i decided to go after it and everything.

"i told my parents about everything after i knew i could actually get somewhere in LA. they were pissed, but they got over it eventually. i dropped out of school and they bought me a nice apartment, which they finance completely. i don't like living off them, but i'm totally broke right now and they'll be totally loaded for the rest of their lives. i mean, they're both lawyers. i, on the other hand, work at a book store when i'm not working on something else, trying to follow my dreams and all. you know.

"the weird thing is, is that i've always been kind of shy and very private. i'm not the kind of person who wants to put her life out on display for everybody to see. but i have to now. now that i've got everything settled with my parents, i'm going to have to start looking for auditions and putting myself out there. it's a really weird concept to me and it always has been, but things are changing now.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. natalie!
years of rp experience. a bunch? 6.
other characters. none.
how did you find us. caution!
roleplay sample. uh. my posts aren't usually this long, but i'm pretty fond of this intro. yea, it's a twilight intro, but don't hate. xD

Three months, two weeks, four days, seventeen hours, twelve minutes and thirty six seconds. That wasn’t a very long time, now was it? No, it normally was a very short period of time, all things considered. But, to Bella Swan, those three and a half short months were an eternity. She hadn’t expected to be so miserable in Forks, really. She had been perfectly prepared for the rain and the general gloom that hung about the little town, but the one thing she hadn’t been expecting at all was Edward Cullen.

But that was only natural, wasn’t it? One couldn’t exactly anticipate a person. Edward was different, though. He glared at her like he wanted to just stand up and kill her sometimes, despite the fact that they hadn’t ever had a conversation in their lives. Perhaps they’d spoken once or twice—about the weather, maybe? That was hardly grounds to look at her with such venom the way he did. Of course, there were always the times that he just stared at her, his dark eyes boring straight into her as if he were trying to find something deeper down in her soul. Ha. That was absolutely ridiculous. He wasn’t trying to find anything deeper in her soul, he was just rudely staring at her like an animal behind glass.

Hell, he wasn’t the only one who looked at her like that, though. Everyone in Forks—correction, every guy in Forks seemed to watch her like a caged animal. They all looked at her strangely and stared when Bella knew they shouldn’t be. Maybe it was normal for them. Maybe it was just because she was still the new kid. Whatever it was, it made her uncomfortable. She never liked being in the spotlight much, and while it was unavoidable when moving to such a small town like Forks, it had been three months. The novelty should have worn off by now. It made her miss Phoenix even more—at least there she could sink into the background and go about her life without feeling like everyone was staring at her. In Forks she was just out in the open, watched by the entire male population which was clearly a new thing for her. Nobody back home bothered to give her a second glance—she liked that. This whole… attention thing was too much.

As far as Bella was concerned, as long as she took things step by step, day by day, she wouldn’t get too overwhelmed. Every day she looked forward to retreating to the comfort of her home to do her homework and read a book, which was admittedly very odd, but Bella didn’t mind too much. At this point, homework was better than being stared at by Edward Cullen, or any of the other boys in school, for that matter. Even after she’d rejected them all when they’d asked her to the Spring Dance and Prom, they still stared. People here were absolutely relentless! If only Bella had it in her to tell them the truth and them to make them stop mooning over her like lost little puppy dogs. Unfortunately, she could only come up with half hearted lies and unintentionally lead them on.

But, even at home she never felt completely comfortable. It had nothing to do with Charlie—he offered her the privacy she never had with her mother. No, Charlie was fine. It was something else—something she couldn’t place. All Bella knew was that sometimes, she would wake up in the middle of the night and she would swear there was someone else in her room. Of course, she never saw anyone there, but the feeling of eyes on her never went away. She had attempted to convince herself that she was just so unused to people staring at her during the day at school that the feeling stuck with her, even after she went home, but she knew it wasn’t true. Whatever it was, she just couldn’t shake it. Something wasn’t right at all, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with Edward Cullen and his strange family.

They were all a very odd bunch, yes, but they seemed rather harmless. Well, they all seemed rather harmless, save for Edward. He scared her. It was understandable, though, wasn’t it? It was impossible not to feel scared when being glared at with so much venom. Part of Bella wanted to march up to him, poke him in his chest and demand to know what his problem was. The rest of her, the sane part, wanted to live, so she avoided it. Instead, she avoided him all together, only speaking to him in Biology when it was absolutely necessary. Sometimes he would speak to her randomly, in which case she always did her best to respond. Usually that didn’t work out too well for her, though. It just caught her so off guard when he did say something to her, even if it was rude, which it usually was. Bella’s general reaction had come to include standing frozen in her spot, opening and closing her mouth as if to say something, but looking more like a baffled fish in the process. It probably wasn’t a very attractive thing at all, but the last thing on her mind was looking cute for Edward Cullen. No, Jessica Stanley seemed to have that department covered enough for the both of them.

Jessica. She was definitely another reason to dislike Forks. Bella couldn’t say she necessarily hated the girl, but she was rather irritating. Her fake smiles and overly cheery hellos really rubbed Bella the wrong way, but, being as passive as Bella happened to be, she chose to say nothing about it. Instead, she sat with Jess and her friends every day at lunch and got her ear talked off about a whole bunch of things Bella knew she really couldn’t care less about. Many times that bunch of things included a thing or two about Edward, but they were never informative. Not once had Jess mentioned anything about Edward glaring at people or being rude to anybody else. Instead, she just gabbed on about how attractive he was, but how he didn’t date. And, why didn’t he date? And, for that matter, why did he think he was above all the girls at this school? And roll of the eyes and hair flip. That was the general idea that Bella had picked up from Jessica over the last three months. The talkative girl didn’t ever have any new material—instead she mulled through the same batch of complaints and questions, accompanied by the same mannerisms. Really, if Jessica was going to talk Bella’s ears off every day, she could at least come up with something new to complain about. Then listening wouldn’t be have as difficult.

Presently, Bella was sitting in the cafeteria, listening to Jessica and Lauren gossip with each other mindlessly. Angela wasn’t here today—something about being out with a sinus infection—so, Bella couldn’t even take solace in having one pleasant person at the table. As her eyes bored into her salad, Bella knew that the boys at the table—Mike Newton, Tyler Crowley, even Eric Yorkie—were all staring at her intently, trying to make idle conversation with her in hopes that she might decide she wanted to date one of them. Bella found herself responding in monosyllables, desperate for lunch to be over so she could run away to her next class. Anything was better than sitting here and listening to the mundane prattle of the class idiots.

After another minute or two, Bella excused herself in a rush to go over to the salad bar, hoping a little break from listening to her classmates’ stupidity would at least make her headache calm down slightly. She moved around the little display slowly, stopping by the apples to examine the selection. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Edward Cullen approaching, headed exactly in her direction. Was he coming over to glare at her some more? Or maybe this time he was just going to ask her something and then walk away rudely before she could answer him. That was about the height of their interaction, at least. Startled by his approach, her hand knocked an apple over. Whoops. What startled her more than his approach, however, were his quick reflexes—the way he effortlessly and gracefully just kicked the apple back into his hands, holding it there for her to take from him.

And then, he spoke.

Hello. It was such a simple word, but when talking to him, it sounded so loaded. The way he said it, it sounded almost like an accusation. An accusation of what? Her mind scoffed as she stared at the apple, the familiar frozen feeling beginning to take over. He wanted her to take it—why couldn’t she? Now he would think she was some kind of idiot—but what did that matter? It didn’t, really, but it still annoyed her. He annoyed her. The way he looked at her annoyed her. The way he just thought he could prance over and talk to her now—now after she’d been there for three months without much of a word from him, even though they sat next to each other in Biology—that annoyed her too. But, what annoyed her the most was the fact that she was standing there frozen, her mouth slightly open in surprise, unable to say anything.

“Um,” she finally managed to mumble, reaching out tentatively to take the apple from his hands, careful not to touch him. “I’m sorry I’m not coordinated enough for you,” she said sarcastically, taking a deep breath in, glad to have managed to unfreeze herself after such a short period of time. And, as an added bonus, she’d actually gotten her response in without him booking it out of there. That was always a good thing, though Bella was admittedly a little frightened that her minor display of sass would annoy him. Well, he annoyed her in so many ways—it was his turn to feel the same thing.

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holysnot, that is LONG. would've asked for something that's your usual/average/normal rp post, but nehh. i'll accept it. it's not so bad. *twilight fan. ish* or maybe it's only cuz she named her pup mr. darcy. XD

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