Post by Taylor McCarthy on Jan 2, 2017 23:59:28 GMT
Taylor Monroe McCarthy
FACE CLAIM: Josh Bowman
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male,
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student (senior)♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Super Agility and Enhanced Reaction Time
Taylor is, to put it simply, capable of athletic feats centering around quickness, agility, and precision beyond that of a normal human. Taylor is an adept track athlete and possesses superhuman levels of acrobatic skill including climbing, tumbling and leaping. His foot speed is superb, though falls only barely above the human norm as does his physical stamina and strength. He is built mainly for agility and precision, not power.
Furthermore, Taylor's hand-eye coordination enables him to perform tasks of manual dexterity with remarkable efficiency. He's shown to be adept at sewing (a hobby he picked up when he was 16), and is an avid card player well versed in tricks utilizing sleight of hand and subterfuge.
The second part of Taylor's mutation is an enhanced reaction time. Taylor's mind is able to analyze and process information much faster than a normal human. This allows Taylor to remain calm and stoic even under extreme duress. He's rarely, if ever, caught off guard and always seems to be one step ahead of everyone else, especially when this power is coupled with his physical traits. With his body and mind able to move so quickly, Taylor is adept at avoiding danger so long as he can see it coming.
LIMITATIONS:
- The enhanced athleticism only extends so far into the realm of pure strength and endurance. While he's in stellar physical condition, he's not exceptionally powerful or tough. He's just as susceptible to fatigue and injury (like from falling) as the next guy.
- Although it may seem as though he is reacting before something actually happens, Taylor doesn't posses a 'danger sense' or anything similar. He's incapable of sensing anything through anything other than normal means. For example: If an object is thrown at him and he's not able to see it he can't react to it.
- The height of his power so far as been the capacity to dodge an arrow shot from a bow at a moderate distance. He's nowhere near capable of dodging bullets and he doesn't wish to test this theory.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Because of the way Taylor's mind processes stimuli and information, he's prone to growing bored and restless. He can typically keep this at bay while in class, but it's not uncommon to catch him doodling, daydreaming, or otherwise not paying attention to his instructor. This condition manifests physically through severe insomnia. Even now Taylor has trouble sleeping without making use of medication.
- With enhanced physical traits comes the need for enhanced nutrition. Aside from eating notably more than the usual 19 year old, Taylor supplements his diet with a steady stream of protein shakes and nutrition bars. He doesn't have to constantly eat, but going more than a few hours without some sort of viable sustenance causes headaches, dizziness, weakness and nausea.
- Much like a high performance super car just seems to crave being opened up and driven fast, so, too, does Taylor's body desire to be pushed to its limits. Taylor is a gym rat simply because his enhanced body all but requires the attention. If he goes more than a few days without at least a deep stretching session he's prone to joint and muscles stiffness, aches, and cramps. Failing to stick to his strict physical training regimen also makes his body much more susceptible to injuries such as strains, sprains, and muscle tears.♦ THE FREEFORM ♦* Recorded excerpt from behavioral assessment *
St. Bethany's AcademySubject: Taylor Brennan, age 15
"Mister Brennan has shown a remarkable aptitude for maintaining his calm under pressure, even at such a young age. He's scored high marks in both practical applications of quick thinking, as well as timed testing. Public speaking and social situations come naturally as indicated by high academic marks in projects centered around oral presentations or debates. Furthermore, Mister Brennan's penchant for volunteering in on and off campus events displays an openness for new experiences.
However, this may be countered by constant feelings of restlessness and growing bored easily. Mister Brennan requires a constant challenge in order to remain engaged in a given activity. His academic record is clean, though, and he maintains an excellent habit of attendance and has yet to have been subjected to any formal disciplinary actions. Interviews with his teachers and other staff indicate he's adjusted to Academy life well and since arriving two years ago as been a model student."* In this clip from a high school project focused upon students' perception of life philosophies, a well-built young man with dark hair and eyes who looks to be in his late teens sits in front of a camera. He regards the audience with a calm, yet somewhat mischievous smirk before speaking *
"Sometimes I feel like the least high strung guy at the school. That's not to say I don't care about anything, I do. I care about a number of things but you'll just kill yourself if you let yourself get upset. As I'm fond of saying, don't sweat the small stuff. And everything is small stuff.
Take me, for example, I was part of a junior track team when I was a kid. It was fun, a lot of fun. I liked the coach, the other kids, I'd always loved competing, but everything changed when I, a scrawny thirteen year old, ended up running the hundred meters in ten seconds flat. That's hardly an Olympic record, but it's the kind of thing that stops a track meet so the officials can check to see if the clock malfunctioned. At first it was cool, finding out I could do things most people couldn't, but it turned sour quickly when the recruiter came knocking three weeks later. I know I'm not the only one who jumped at the chance to get away from their family, but it was still hard. Right then I decided I was going to accept life as it came and look at everything that happened as an experience and not allow myself to dwell on the negatives.
Really, though, it's not just about letting things get to you. It goes beyond that. I guess it comes down to understanding that you can dictate more of your life than most seem to realize. I like to look at life as a series of experiences. I'll do anything once, just so say I did it, and why not? Having a closed mind destroys who we are by by inhibiting our actions, by inhibiting our decisions out of fear of some intangible societal expectations. My advice to anyone is to take life as it comes. To learn through trial and error what gives you satisfaction regardless of what you're told it should be. To find something, or someone, you can connect with, even for a moment. Because that's really all that life is. It's a series of moments. You have to seize yours."* There's a bit of laughter from off camera. Taylor merely grins and throws his hands up in a resigned shrug *
"Yeah, I got it from a movie. But it doesn't make it any less true."
"It's been six goddamn years." The exclamation was spoken in a hushed tone in spite of dripping with emotion. Taylor hadn't thought much about it in the nine months since he'd returned home to Dublin leaving behind a tentative, shaky life behind in the United States but with a great deal of alcohol swimming about his brain it helped loosen his lips.
"Six goddamn years and my brother, Jack, is still bitching about me leaving when he was a kid. If he was smart he'd have done the same thing and got out of that house." Taylor's head shook as he brought a hand up to idly scratch at the scruff that he'd recently let grow on his face. "It wasn't easy growing up there and when I got taken into St. Bethany's I did everything I could to distance myself from all of it but Jack... I don't think Jack ever had the will to push away."
The words hung in the air for a long moment, leaving behind an awkward silence that quickly filled up the dark room where Taylor sat. His booze soaked thoughts raced, throwing jumbled images and memories into the walls of his skull in rapid succession. "I guess the whole reason I went to the States in the first place was to try and reconnect with my little brother. I don't think it worked though. All we did was fight when I was there and then he stopped talking to me when I told him I had to come back."
Again Taylor paused in order to gather his thoughts. Alcohol and his mutant power didn't mix well. His mind leapt into overdrive, flooding his consciousness with every random memory, thought or feeling it could find. It came to him in a blur. The image of his father. A shot of his younger brother. The uncertainty that had come with moving to the United States and the strange feeling of loss that he felt when he left. He was struck by flashes of pale skin, freckles and startlingly blue eyes before he had to shake his head clear.
The haze falling over Taylor's vision was a telling sign that he should stop talking and go to bed. He glanced over to the woman beside him but she'd long fallen asleep. His eyes narrowed as he briefly tried to remember her name through the muddled, jumbled mess that his mind had become before giving up and leaning to the nightstand beside his bed. He dug around in the small drawer and finally produced a pen. A single, glaring thought had stuck in his mind and he didn't want to lose it while he slept. He let out a grunt of frustration at finding nothing within arm's reach to write on. Left with no other options he scrawled the simple note onto the palm of his hand before rolling over and laying down. The note served as a reminder of the jarring revelation he'd drunkenly stumbled upon.
"GO HOME"♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Pupacus, Pupphrodite, Puppington, Pupsworth, Pupper McGee, or simply call me Puppy
AGE GROUP: If I put down 'late teens' would anyone believe me? Anyone?
EXPERIENCE: I certainly haven't been doing this since before most people on this site were born. *laugh* That would be craaaaazy!
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Divine intervention
