DEKLYN TAYLOR!™.

[deklyn taylor ™,]

[Tell me about YOU]

• Name-
  Summer!
  
• Age-
  15
  
• Years of experience-
  Two years now.
  

[Tell Me About Your Character]

• Name-
  Deklyn Kaden Taylor.
  
• Age/Year-
  Sixteen , Seventeen on October 23^rd
  
• Personality-
  Deklyn is an overall bad boy. You know; the ones that always get in trouble for no reason. And even sometimes about what they got in juvenile for. Yessir, he’s one of them. Strangely, he likes being that person, and it isn’t that he is trying to pursue his bad boy career, but he naturally is. For people, it’s hard to resist because of the way he would treat them.
  
  Deklyn can be a total jerk. He wouldn’t give a d**n in the world about other people, and can curse a person out if he had to. But that’s only when you are on his bad side, or if he is angry, or he doesn’t like something about you. Sometimes when he gets bad news or doesn’t want to hear something he has been trying to ignore. At times he would take his anger out at other people, from something that happened a day before just because he didn’t get to beat up someone at that moment he got pissed. He can be in denial for a long time about things he had done in the past, so that’s where some of his anger can come off from.
  
  Yes, the pretty boy can be conceited. Hell, he is the king of it really. It would be possible for him to stare at himself all day in a mirror if he only didn’t have a thing for chasing after girls girls chasing after him, and partying so much. He just loves how he looks, and praises his parents for working so hard to perfect a guy like him. Ha. He thinks that the world revolves around him and that everything bad that happens to a person if because of his luck in his world.
  
  This can be called the downfalls of Deklyn Kaden, but without knowing this side of him, you would find him a very good guy. Well sort of. He is quite a street talker, and a certified charmer. He knows how to treat people, and would give them respect. But the only thing is that he does this to his friends, and girls he comes along with. Alright- his parents too.
  
  Well, sort of.
  
  When you’re around the Deklyn Kaden Moore, he can be very sadistic at a point. But then again he is also sarcastic and funny. He would try to make a friend laugh if they’re sad or something and well it’s only because he hates sappy and sad moments. He doesn’t really care…..sureee.
  
  He has got a big dangerous side. Practically, this is the biggest side of him you’ll ever see. When you’re around him, he loves doing wild things; Hell, he’s a party animal. He is always up for anything, and would go bungee jumping if he had the opportunity. He has a big thing for race cars, and is a major race car fanatic. He’s been too many race car competitions and just loves speed. Ever since he started racing, and had the dream to become a big racer, he’s gotten this wild side to him.
  
  Deklyn loves girls. Everything about them. He is flirtatious, and convincing when he is around them. With no lie, he surely can take advantage of them. Other than this, Deklyn can be considered smart. Mostly because he acts like this, and has a tendency of being a slow person, he isn’t seen like a genius. Not even close. So; he had gotten bad grades all his high school life, but if you understood him fully, you would be surprised to hear what he talks about. You can call Deklyn cruel, or sadistic. He loves to make people’s live miserable, even if it is intentional or just for fun. He does love to treat people in inhumane ways, just for the pleasure towards him that he gets.
  
  Deklyn though likes to be by himself most of the time. He's just always random. Sometimes around his friends he is very quiet. It's hard to believe as some of the people who know him well have told him.
  
  
• Appearance-
  Deklyn is a good looking guy overall. With his 'bad boy' personality, his looks go along with everything too. He wouldnt call himself perfect or anything. You would think he would with his size of an ego. But he does know he is what you call 'hawt'. From his head to his feet, his appearance always stands out. Starting from the top of his head, his hair was naturally dark brown. He then added the blonde highlights, leading onto making the whole front of his hair have a blonde spikey look, while the back was brown and spikey. The front though still shows some black. He thought it was an ahwesome combination though.
  
  Moving down his has light green eyes, taken from his father. It doesnt glisten with the ghost of his past, but it does like every pair of eyes, show emotion. His eyes though are hard to decipher because of his random personality. He has what you call a button nose, but somewhat, he was told he had a hook. There are light freckles on his face, and you barely see them. His lips are a bright pink, and you can always see him biting down on it. His ears are pierced on both sides and you could find him with a diamond stud through the piercing hole.
  
  Deklyn stands five feet and nine inches. Not that tall inside the high school, but he makes the cut. He is a bit on the skinny side, actually slim, and he weighs about one hundred and fifty nine pounds. He doesnt eat alot but when you do catch him eating, it's a miracle with all the food he chams down on. He doesnt over do what he wears. He is mostly a white t shirt, and a denim pair of American Eagle jeans kind of guy. He loves wearing any hoodies. He never wears any other shoes than sneakers. In the heat he is found with a Yankees hat or something on his head.
  
  Tattoos is a big part of Deklyn. There is a space-themed scene - complete with rocket and alien - over his upper right chest, which he got to celebrate his 15th birthday. He got it extended recently down his right arm. On each ankle he has two stars, and the word 'Athlete's' at the top of his foot.
  
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• SocialClass-
  Prepster.
  
• Staff/Teacher/Student-
  Student.
  
• History-
  On October the twenty third, a beautiful baby boy named Deklyn Kaden Taylor was brought into this world to Michael and Victoria Taylor. What a shame that his life was wasted into doing bad deeds and living out misery, because a lot of things was in store with good deals in life. He was so adorable when he was born, that his mother couldn’t stop staring at Deklyn, her first and only son. His father finally got the son that he wanted. In those four years, Jordan thought his father was the best guy in the world and for no reason. Just because of the love he had for his dad. And with that, his dad taught him about racing. Little Deklyn loved everything about it so much. The day he was going to tell his dad about his dream to race, his father had shut the door and had walked out of him and his mother forever.
  
  Vicky in the meantime wasn’t the best mother throughout those years when he was fatherless. He had noticed that her mom started using some pills everyday and he wondered what they were. One day he dared asked her what she was doing, and she punched him in the face and told him to mind his business. From then on Deklyn was hit daily and he wasn’t surprised to just get clobbered in the head randomly by his mom. By now he was used to this really. He just kept quiet and stayed away from her as much as possible. He saw so many guys come and go in his house, hanging out with his mom, and doing god knows what in the night. At times he felt so unconfident that he would hide in his walk in closet to keep away from her.
  
  Four years later, at last his mother had overcome all of this. He noticed her got less beatings, and she seemed to be smiling more often. He hated it. Well at first he did. And soon those less beatings became no beatings at all. His mother seemed to now be hanging around with just one guy instead of twenty in one day. Things started to settle down. Meanwhile, he had lived a regular kid’s life, going to school, and making great friends. He became known very well, for the ‘Kid who Did Dares’. At parties, they’re would be so many daring games, that when everyone would chicken out from it, Deklyn would be the only one to pull the stunt. Wow, well from all those beatings he had to get tough somehow. He became popular and then the KING OF THE WORLD!!! Well, he’s getting there.
  
  Life went on in the adolescent years.
  
  One year later, on his thirteen birthday an unexpected surprise came up. His father camee back to town, and not only that, but trying to get into Deklyn's life. Deklyn ignored his father, his mom doing the same thing. What the hell would his useless father want with him not when he wasn’t there for him for the longest while. His dad thought they would all be happy, but he was wrong. His father was angry at this that he seemed to have a feeling that he hated his son so much. One day when Deklyn didn’t go to school, his father broke in while he was blasting music loudly. He came up behind Kaden and punched him over and over in the chin. Of course Deklyn fought back, but he was no way compared to his dad. His father threw Deklyn on his bed, and choked the life out of him. When Michael saw Deklyn wasn’t breathing properly, he stopped, and thought his work here was done. Weakly, but steadily, Deklyn got a gun from under his bed, [belonged to his mother when she was pyscho & stole it] but knocked over a book, with a glass ontop of it, making a crashing noise.
  
  Michael ran back to the room cursing and swearing at Jordan, threatening him with a twelve inch blade, noticing it was the kind his cousins used. Deklyn quickly hid the gun, when his dad ran to him, and held the blade at his neck, ready to slit it open. That’s when he picked up the gun behind him and pulled the trigger in his dad’s chest, seventeen centimeters right from his heart. He called over his cousin’s quickly, and told them the whole story. His cousins came over and took their uncle to the hospital and lied about the whole story. Deklyn thought he would get away.
  
  Think again. He got caught along with one of his cousins, with Class A misdemeanor. He had upto a maximum of one year in juvenile, but they charge was lessened but six months because of defense. His mother was outraged, but sad that he was going away for so long. From then on after Deklyn came out from juvie those six months after, he seemed to be fulled of rage himself. Whenever he was sent to some counselor, he would just tell them to mind their business. And once again, his mother’s money was being wasted going to this psychologist. His mother would have helped him herself, but he just kept ignoring her too.
  
  Misbehavior came into this too. Breaking the law, vandalizing property, you name it, Deklyn did it. He was grateful for his mother’s help all along the way. She helped him, after all she was supposed to. He started talking back to her again and acting normal around her. He had to change highschools due to the fact that everyone in the school new who he was and what he did. He now attends _______ as a senior.
  
• Parents-
  Victoria Taylor [Mom]
  Michael Taylor [Dad]
  
• Siblings-
  [N/A]
  

[Roleplay]

• Roleplay Example-
  
  I rested my heart in a pair of ballet slippers. The dancer broke it on point.
  
  She was a dweller of all sorts of places. Most places only existed in her mind though. Her scene didn’t matter her thoughts never changed. She had only seen white for so long. She had made images on the walls with her mind. She didn’t need real ones now. The real ones were by no means as good. Do you see any butterflies erupting from flowers in this ‘Nature Reserve’? Of course not, and you can forget looking it wont happen. Nikki had learned the imagination was much more beautiful then real life. Since she had arrived here at Applegate, her first time out of the Asylum since she was committed at seven for OCD and mild schizophrenia. Her parents had paid for her to stay in there because they didn’t want to deal with such a ‘problem child.’ She still thought it was nice to be out here.
  
  I rested my heart in a rainbow. Then the rainbow faded away
  Nikki didn’t care she had to hurt anyone. She didn’t care she hurt him. He had hurt her worse, apparently she was supposed to tell someone. She was supposed to tell someone he was touching her funny. She had. No one cares what a crazy person thinks. Of course she had hurt him. She didn’t care she was in jail for it. She wasn’t in the quiet place anymore. People fought here, people TALKED here. It wasn’t as beautiful as she imagined, no the colors were rather plain. All the flowers were the same. There were so many rows of daisy’s and daffodils. The cheap things everyone puts in their garden. Filler plants. The trees were amazing though. She never knew anything could get that tall, and she wondered how long they had been growing. Could all things be that tall if they were allowed to grow freely? She had never seen a red rose. She wanted to know what made it so romantic and so wonderful. Why weren’t there any roses here? Why wasn’t it lovely? Well it wasn’t lovely but it was an improvement for sure.
  
  I rested my heart in a hand. The hand tossed it aside.
  
  “Oh shut up already.” She mumbled to ‘her friend.’ Her friend was being mean, her friend didn’t believe in love. Her friend wanted her to protect her heart. Her friend was so afraid it would get broken. Her friend had to protect her. Her friend loved her. Her friend wanted to keep her safe. Her friend cared about her more then anyone else. Her friend was all she had really, poor girl, poor crazy girl. She just walked through the grounds, looking. She walked through smiling. She grinned up not knowing what there was to smile it. She just felt like smiling. One thing she had noticed was the school was rather grey and dull. Grey was nicer then white.
  
  I rested my heart in a– “I don’t care”
  
  The world was so cold. The world was so sharp and pointy. White was sharp and pointy too. White hurt her eyes. White was too bright and painful. Grey was softer and gentler. Grey was easy. Grey didn’t hurt at all. She wore right now a grey skirt. She had torn it up and made it look all frayed and adorable. She wore with it her grey top that she had purposely buttoned slightly thingy-eyed. People stared at her, but she barely noticed. She barely cared. She smiled into the gentle wind and whispered to herself, (and the voice) “It’s not so bad here. At least nothing hurts.”
  
  Don’t rest your heart with him Nikki Don’t socialize.
  
  The voice alerted her to the presence of someone over there. Generally she listened to the voice. It told her good things. Right now she was angry at it and she didn’t want to listen to it. She wanted it to shut up and give her a moment of peace to just clear her head. It was giving her a headache. She didn’t care what it rested its heart in. There was a boy, and people had talked about him. They said he had the worst attitude. She didn’t care. She wouldn’t rest her heart with him. She would talk to someone. This would be her first real conversation ever. She focused on how to start one as she walked to the boy her crimson stained locks, (which they hadn’t made her undo, thankfully) blew freely in the gentle breeze. The long hair covered her eyes for a moment. She sat herself down on the ground next to him and whispered I’m Nikki. Who are you?
  
  I rested my heart in a love song. I haven't stopped singing
  

[Other]

• Secret Word-
  

[[♥]AshbeeMikaelaJake.]

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