Taylor Connors
Name: Taylor Leigh Connors
Birthday: December 27th
Hometown: Arverne, NY
Now Residing: Nowhere
Height: 5’6” • 168 cm.
Weight: 164 lbs. • 74 kg.
Blood Type: O+
Family: UncertainMain Traits: Caring at times. Compassionate. Disenchanted. Gluttonous in several ways. Gritty. Guarded. Gutsy. Honest to a degree. Jaded. Kindhearted. Resentful. Resilient. Self loathing. Stubborn. Tired. Understanding.
Health Issues: Shockingly nothing too bad on the physical end of things. Obviously there are nagging pains but that comes with the game of life she’s playing. If we’re discussing what’s going on in that brain of hers, then that’s a little on the other side of alright.
Mindset: You don’t have to be open, just be honest about who you are. We all have secrets, we’re all liars, and we’re all some form of fucked up, but the worst thing to be is fake. When it comes to herself, Taylor sees a stranger to the world who might be entertaining for a minute, but doesn’t really belong. Arm’s length is a bit close although there may be a couple in her lifetime who could get closer. Does anyone really want to deal with that though? She’s barely able to on her own and more than half the time she needs assistance. Oh, and life? Yeah, that’s a real good one right there.Education: A bit of what they thought was required and not nearly enough of what was actually needed until it was painfully too late. Damaged records are all that remain and somehow the host still seeks knowledge to add on occasion. Silly, stupid lady.
Occupation: The main thing, that one might call the dream, is professional wrestling. However, Taylor will admit she hates it as much as she loves it, if not more. Since she’s not making millions of dollars off of it, and doesn’t have billions sitting around in a fancy mansion, she has to do a few other things in order to make what she needs to survive. That and make enough to get what she uses to deal with the world’s stupidity. It’s all very detrimental to her already fragile psyche. You won’t know that though because she tell you she’s fine. She’s just fine.
Hobbies: She writes things nobody will ever get to read. Then she plays games that don’t belong to her. She sneaks into different worlds of magic and wonder trying to enjoy the whimsical beauty like it was meant to be a part of her life the whole time. Lastly, despite saying how much she hates it, Taylor loves deep diving into some serious thinking. Always plotting when it comes to all of them.
Vices: Do you really want to know what she’s doing when you’re not looking? She’s certainly not getting her hands on a sobriety token any time soon, if ever. Wouldn’t want one at this stage either. Thank goodness for lozenges, extra sensitive nasal tissues, chasers, and sleeves. Vagueness aside there are many things happening that probably shouldn’t, but aside from the two more acceptable ones, details won’t be known unless she gets caught.Brief Biography: This won’t be a drawn out set of sob stories with all the details painfully described to the point where you can’t get the traumatic images out of your head. There are too many and would make this too long.
Yes, that happened. So did that. That too. You know damn well that happened also. It all played a part in how her mind works these days. The key to that door, and many others, are locked.
Oh look she’s from New York does that mean she has money or comes from money? No. Both are very much a case of no. Broken home that didn’t even try to look like a proper one. She ran after an especially rough night, it was for the best. She’s not even sure if she belonged there to begin with.
Life’s been on some form of road since then. Brief stays no longer than a couple months to gather up funds before something caused the next move.
Rinse, repeat, start adding fucked up jobs and more mistakes. Eventually you get to where Taylor is today. Still roaming.