taylor (Level 11)

「 YEP I'M LUKAS 」
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Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Faul Johann -RP

@ChronoWolf: @Eleventh: @Vapovile: @Fehafare: @SamJaz:

As Sid, Paula and Arthur landed, the agent waved at the three of them, but lowered his hand when Arthur stopped Paula from approaching him.

「 I'M LUKAS. 」

The man grinned as a large screw appeared in his hand.

「 AND I'M ALL RIGHT 」

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » What would your character do....

[ TAYLOR WOULD BE CONFIDENT AND OUTSPOKEN AND BE TOTALLY DESIRABLE ]

[ WHAT WOULD YOUR CHARACTER DO IF THEY HAD THE CHANCE TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME? ]

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare: @SamJaz:

That evening, the prosecutor entered the dark theatre, seeing Taylor sat in a golden chair, playing with an old pair of cards.

[ MARVELLOUS PERFORMANCE ]

The prosecutor, Chloe, giggled, walking over to Taylor and taking the cup of chocolate from his hand and starting to drink. "You think he'll miss it?" She asked, looking around the theatre as Taylor wiped the smear of chocolate from his lips.

[ A NAIL IN THE COFFIN, SO TO SPEAK ]

He rose from his chair and stepped off the stage. Chloe noticed the engraving of -Crown- in the back of the gold-gilded seat.

Walking down the aisle to the exit of the theatre, Taylor smirked.

As he opened the door to the dark streets of London, Chloe unzipped her red jacket and placed it over Taylor's shoulders.

"Wouldn't want you to get cold." She told him with a smile, latching onto his arm and leaning on him as they walked away from the theatre where Aleister Crown once worked.

As they entered the throng of the street, there was a terrific explosion, flames and broken glass engulfing the street behind the pair as smoke rose into the sky.

People screamed.

People cried.

People called the emergency services.

Taylor called it a job well done.

[=ED=]

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@SamJaz: @Fehafare:

[ I'LL BE OFF THEN ]

Taylor smirked, slipping out of his handcuffs and walking towards the door.

"B-but HOW?!" The judge shouted, spitting. "WHY?!"

[ ASK CROWN ]

Taylor smirked, walking backwards with his hands outstretched.

[ I GAVE HIM FIVE MINUTES OF TRUTH TO ASK ANY QUESTION HE LIKED ]

He then took a bow, and turned, walking out of the door a free man.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

"Not even a why?" Taylor asked, surprised. "Wow. You're cold. You really, really are cold, mister Crown."

"Alright, up you both get." The guard announced, as four men came in to escort the two defendants. "They've reached a verdict."

"That was quick." Another guard, the one watching the prisoners, commented.

"Surprised it took them this long." Another guard laughed. "Apparently there was a line for the loo."

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

"Go on, it's eating you, isn't it?" Taylor asked. "How I got that prosecutor? Where that vault came from? How I got your number? How did I know when you'd be in Egypt? How'd I know to call when your butler would be distracted by mister read and poor, poor Clare? Where I put the bomb?"

"Go ahead. Just ask." Taylor said with a grin. "I promise I won't lie."

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

Taylor hummed merrily all the way down to the cells. Once inside, he looked across the hall to see Aleister. The cells were power-locked. Neither would be able to use their abilities while they remained in their handcuffs and cells.

"Go on then." Taylor said to Aleister. "Ask me. Ask me how I did it."

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

"Mister Schmitt." The prosecutor asked. "Did you or did you now attempt to steal the crown jewels on the third of January of this year?"

[ I REFUSE TO TESTIFY ]

"Did you or did you not conspire with Aleister Crown to accomplish this heist?"

[ I REFUSE TO TESTIFY ]

"Did you call the Crown household in order to frame Aleister in this act?"

[ I REFUSE TO TESTIFYYYYYYYYYYYYY~ ]

The prosecutor frowned. "Mister Schmitt!" She shouted, slamming both hands on the witness bench, her face inches from Taylors. "Refusing to testify in this situation is tantamount to a confession. Not that we need one at this point, because your guilt is clear. Was Aleister Crown involved in this robbery of yours or not?"

Taylor leaned forward, kissing the prosecutor on the lips. She stood there, stock still, before stepping backwards, hand touching her mouth.

[ YOU'RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE FRUSTRATED ]

"N-no further questions your honour." The prosecutor snapped, taking her seat and leaning her bright red face against the table, covering it with her hands.

Hitomi squeezed. That just happened.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

Taylor took the stand, hand handcuffed and smiling slightly under a confident scowl.

"Please state your name and profession for the record." The prosecution asked Taylor.

[ SHINJI IKARI, EVANGELION PILOT ]

BANG

"Mister Schmitt!" The judge shouted. "The court will not accept your childish games or lies!"

He smiled, swaggering slightly before leaning into the microphone.

"No further testimony your honour." Taylor said.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare: Taylor put his handcuffed hands above his head.

[ THERE'S A BOMB IN THE BUILDING ]

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

[ GUILTY ]

The prosecution shook her head. "Predictable your honour." She said. "One of these men is a compulsive liar, and the other a hopeless sadist. If it pleases you, I'd like to cross examine my first witness, Aleister Crown."

"Affirmed." The judge nodded. "You may proceed. Mister Crown, Miss Nakamura, please move into the witness stand."

[ HOW COME I DON'T GET A FANGIRL TO HOLD MY HAND? }

BANG

"The accused with remain silent unless spoken to." The judge ordered.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

Taylor smirked as he was walked towards the courtroom alongside Crown, who now had Darren escorting him.

[ I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED ]

[ I'M SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS ]

Taylor breathed deeply, recalling a memory from Hellscraper and causing the image to appear on the floor ahead of them.

[ SHE WAS A GREAT LAY ]

Taylor added, stepping over the naked woman posing in the oil beneath their feet.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare: @SamJaz:

Laughter filled the corridor.

[ AREN'T ORDINARY PEOPLE ADORABLE? ]

Looking down the completely clean corridor, a familiar face smirked at Aleister and Hitomi, causing his vision to blur.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare: @SamJaz:

The moment Aleister arrived in the court house, someone tossed an object into his hands.

Clare's head.

Still bleeding.

Tears in her eyes.

Her mouth saying something silent.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS OOC ]

[ ALL RISE FOR THE DISHONOURABLE JUDGE TAYLOR ]

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

WHILE THE KING WAS LOOKING DOWN

={ January 3, 2014 }=

={ The Sahara, Egypt. }=

The flying card came to a rest outside the temple entrance, and the group walked in.

Some distance away, watching through a pair of binoculars, a young lady laying under a sheet of multi-terrain pattern camouflage, the same used by the British army in Afghanistan.

Once the group had entered, she drew a phone and sent an email

-=-

={ January 3, 2014 }=

={ London, England }=

BEEPBEEP BEEPBEEP

A young man in a hoodie checked his phone, and smiled, before pocketing it and walking into the tower of London.

Joining the tour group, he cued to go through the metal detectors, beefeaters holding their halberds and smiling for the kids.

“Are they going to be the real crown jewels mummy?” A little boy asked in front of the man in the hood.

“Don’t be thick.” The child’s older sibling said. “The real ones are under lock and key innit? Otherwise yeah, Phantom would’ve filched ‘em years ago, if’e an’t already.”

The man in the hood smiled as it came to his turn. “Keys, camera, phone, wallet and change in the tray sir.” The security guard ordered.

The man in the hood obediently placed a phone and 32p into the tray and walked through the metal detector.

“Thank you very much sir, and enjoy the crown jewels.”

“Will do.” The hooded man said with a smile.

-=-=-

The men in security observed the tourists in the building as they made their way towards the room with the jewels. “Watch that one in the turban.” He instructed, causing his co-worker to turn and look at him.

“What is it with you and turbans?” He asked. “Sikhism’s got nuffink to do with al-queda!”

The senior guardsman downed the rest of his tea and passed the mug to his collegue. “Just go pour me another cuppa.” He ordered, watching the screens closely as the less culturally insensitive guardsman rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen with the mug.

=-=-=-=

In the crown room, the young man in the hood pulled out a phone and sent an email.

Sirens started to scream.

=-=-=-=

In the control room, the guards panicked. “What’s happened?”

“Bomb threat, evacuate the building!”

=-=-=-=

“Sir?” A guard asked the man in the hood as the tourists hurried out of the door behind him. “We need to get our of here there’s been a-“

BLAM

The man fell to the ground, bullet hole through his head as his killer held a smoking gun underneath his hood steel security door closed behind them, sealing them both into the room.

Grinning, the attacker removed his hoodie and placed a black mask on his face, laughing as he danced around the glass case that contained his prize.

=-=-=-=

The alert went to all police in the city of London

Terrorist attack on the tower of London

“Suit up big guy.” Constable Lisa Ainsworth told her partner, who rushed into an alleyway and transformed into something dark and monstrous.

=-=-=-=

Laughing to himself, the robber summoned another metal spike and casually whirled it in his hands before driving it through the bulletproof glass that protected the crown jewels. It passed through effortlessly, and with a few twists up and down, side to side, the thief dragged the screw out of the barrier with a fierce tug and the whole window smashed into a thousand pieces, glass scattering outward.

Laughing, he cast his weapon aside, flipping the crown onto his head and pulling the robe around his shoulders. He grinned, picking up the orb and sceptre and taking a seat upon the pedestal.

He looked around the room, guardsman bleeding out on the floor, when the thief tossed the orb onto his lap and took out his phone, making a call.

=-=-=-=

“Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. No one's currently present at the Crown residence, leave your message after the tone.”

=-=-=-=

A security guard yelped as the hulking dark figure landed behind him. Stood six and half feet tall, with a white star across his chest, the Brunswick Baton demanded the guard’s attention. “Where’s the bomb?” He asked.

“There was none.” The security guard replied. “False alarm, but we can’t get in yet because not everyone’s accounted for.”

“Who’s still missing?”

“Arnold Brooks, a security guard, and a visitor, Demien-“

“It’s a false name.” the masked policeman told him before turning away and speaking into an earpiece.

“Get an assault team here now.” Darren barked into his radio as he made a phone call of his own. “It’s a break-in, and it’s one dangerous sonuva-“

=-=-=-=

“BEEP”

“Hey boss, it’s me, Ghost.” the thief said into the phone, glancing at the security camera. “Listen, I know you said I’d completed my apprenticeship under you, but I need your help. I went in too big on a job and… I screwed up. Turn on the news, you’ll realise where I am. I’m counting on ya big guy.”

He hung up and tossed the phone aside, nervously pacing the chamber as he awaited a rescue that he knew wasn’t coming.

=-=-=-=

Within minutes, Darren Wallace led a team of gunmen into the crown room of the Tower of London, breaking down the locked door with a Keygrenade and dozens of red lights concentrated themselves on the thief, who lay on the floor, wearing the crown and wearing the cape, looking all the world as the handsome prince.

He smiled, sending shivers down their spines.

[ WE'LL BE COMING QUIETLY ]

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[ YOU ALWAYS FEEL PAIN, ALEISTER ]

[ BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO FEAR IT ]

[ PAIN ]

[ HEARTBREAK ]

[ LOSS ]

[ DEATH ]

[ IT'S ALL GOOD ]

[ ALEISTER IS BORING ]

[ ONE OF US IS LYING ]

[ COME ON ALEISTER ]

[ JUST DIE ALREADY ]

[ JUST ONE LITTLE PUSH ]

[ AND OFF YOU POP ]

[ YOUR GONNA LOVE BEING DEAD ALEISTER ]

[ NO ONE EVER BOTHERS YOU ]

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THE JESTER STOLE HIS THORNY CROWN

={ March 3, 2014 }=

={ London, England }=

In a hotel room in central London, Hitomi out a hand on Aleister’s.

“You’re gonna get through this.” She told him with a smile. “You’ve got a great lawyer, everyone here knows what kind of monster Taylor is. You’re gonna be fine.”

Darren and Miranda Fawkes looked at each other, then Darren coughed. “You ready to go Mister Crown?” he asked as Hitomi slipped the magic-cancelling handcuff to his right wrist, which was attached to her own. She slipped her hand into his, hanging a jacket over the two interlocking wrists to hide the handcuffs.

That was one of the conditions of her being able to come support Crown in the trial. She was there to stop him from running away.

The door opened, and the press started to take their photographs.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » CVnU Invasion: Antarctic Portal

@Amaranth_Strix:

[ I'M IN ]

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11
Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ WEB OF LIES - TAYLOR BIO ]

The moral was plain. Allow no preeminence among your subjects. Let no man live who is wiser, or better, or more famous, or even handsomer than the mass. Cut them all down to a level; all slaves, all ciphers, all nobodies. All equals.

- Screwtape.

Name: [ TAYLOR ]

Age: [ YOUNG ENOUGH ]

Faction: [ CHAOTIC UNDERDOG ]

Known aliases: [ THAT'D BE GIVING THE GAME AWAY, WOULDN'T IT? ]

Origin of power: [ I ATE MY GREENS AND DRINK MILK EVERY DAY ]

Grid points:

  • Ag: 0
  • Du: 0
  • EP: 0
  • FS: 0
  • In: 0
  • MS: 0
  • Sp: 0
  • St: 0
  • Sr: 0

Signature moves: [ ALL EQUAL ] [ FAILURE ] [ SCREW LOOSE ]

Bio:

Some people are lucky, are born with natural talents, or strengths. Some people are kind, some people are intelligent, some sociable and some hardworking. Everyone is different, except Taylor.

Taylor is a loser. He is a world-class loser, and that is what makes him so dangerous. He cannot be intimidated, because he's already been through worse than whatever you can throw at him. He cannot lose hope, because he never believed in himself in the first place. He's not afraid of failure, because failure is the norm. He in inhumanly unlucky, to the point where he has never won a single sporting event or passed an educational exam. Taylor tried hard in school, but the common comment on his school reports was 'needs to try harder'.

He socialised, but never made any friends. He was always one to stand up to bullies, and always got beaten up because of it. He would then attack in less direct ways, destroying his targets morally, socially, emotionally and even intellectually, but this usually resulted in his peers distancing themselves even further from him, completely the opposite of what shounen jump told him would happen if he stood up to bullies.

Eventually, he came to a realisation that the elite got everything in life. If you are strong, you can beat those you stand up to. If you have friends, you can succeed in life. If you're good looking and kind, that girl will like you. If you can work hard, you can achieve anything.

And these doctrines sickened Taylor to the stomach, because he wasn't strong like Goku. He had no friends, like Naruto. He wasn't good looking or kind like Junpei, and he wasn't gifted to work hard like Kenichi.

He was a loser, an absolute failure.

But that's fine.

To err is human, right?

And if he's weaker than everyone else, that means he's more human than anyone else, right?

So that's what he'd be.

The most base human.

Sticking up for the weaklings by tearing down the strong.

The talented.

The beautiful.

The powerful.

The loved.

Taylor exists to tear down the main characters of life.

Characteristics

Taylor's weapon of choice is the screw. He can create an unlimited amount of them of any size, and can change their lengths and width at will. Despite the fact that he is so weak that a child could beat him at arm wrestling, so slow that a cripple can outrun him in a marathon, Taylor is capable of running down a corridor filled with Navy Seals and pin each one to the wall with screws, embedding them through their bodies so forcefully that the metal is embedded two feet through solid concrete behind them and the soldier is raised two metres above the ground.

He is an expert on weakness, and will target weaknesses mercilessly. He claims that he would be incapable of fighting someone without weaknesses, but he is more than capable of creating weaknesses in his targets through psychological warfare.

His most terrifying characteristic, however, is his terrifying tenacity. No matter how many times he is beaten down, he always gets back up. This is largely due because of his history of losing at everything, as defeat now holds no meaning to him, so he can easily shrug off any kind of beating, continuing to fight even after sustaining injuries that would cripple any other human for months or years.

Taylor has the most generic face, a mix between eastern-european and oriental, it is impossible to place his heritage but easy to forget his appearance. Because he erased his own presence (See below), it is impossible to detect him through supernatural means such as magical fields, radar, ki, or other methods of detection. One could even be in the same room as him and not even notice that he was there until he spoke.

Taylor is also a master manipulator, and has a massive network of people under his command through the internet. His followers range from small children to old age pensioners and even government officials and bankers. This network, known as the Boyz, are all people that Taylor has groomed to obey his orders without question, fully believing in his cause without having met each other. With a simple internet connection, with one phone call, Taylor can organise a flashmob on the London Underground to take place an hour from now, while in China. He can have someone captured in Cape Town, an item acquired in St. Petersburg , reallocate funds or even organise a riot in Sicily. Because of the anonymity of his followers, they each perform their tiny role without ever seeing the big machine Taylor has orchestrated. He can also use this to gain information on anything and anyone simply by asking the right questions on the message board.

It has been confirmed that Taylor has at least six supernatural abilities, but it in unclear if they are all aspects of the same ability or combinations of a few or if he is simply that good at lying. Below are confirmed, named abilities in his possession.

ALL FICTION - This ability allows him to deny aspects of reality; often to make anything "nothing". Because of this, he can undo anything that has been damaged, and thus he has no qualms about being destructive. However, he has stated that once he unmakes something with this, he cannot remake it as it has become "fiction". His ability can even reverse his own death as well as the death of others. He admits that he doesn't have full control of his power because, unless he's careful, the entire world would become nothing. The skill originated in the ability to grant fictional qualities to events, objects, concepts, even people, but once realising that stories aren't real, All Fiction became what it is today- an ability to erase.

ALL EQUAL - The ability to turns strengths into weakness, and drag people down to his level. When activated, a silver ring appears on the ground, with two intersecting lines forming an X that marks the centre. The ring can be of any size, but all those inside it are dragged down the level of a normal human- all abilities are gone, all training forgotten, even those with unnatural talent for something are brought down to the level of the general public until the ring is dispelled or they leave the perimeter. Effects of abilities entering this perimeter vanish upon contact with the area above or below the ring.

BOOK MAKER - Taylor summons a screw that stretches to the length of a sword. When he stabs someone with the screw, it reverses that person's abilities and brings that person to Taylor's level: body, spirit, technique, intellect, and talent. In other words, the victim becomes as weak and as much of a failure as Taylor. Despite the fact that the screw needs to pierce the victim to take effect, the damage done to the body is nearly zero. It is theorised that Book Maker is an ability that soils the heart, as it always brings out the weakest, most pathetic qualities of the victim into the light, their physical and emotional strengths turned into nothing. As a side effect, the victim's hair often turns white until the screw is removed, a task impossible for the victim to accomplish alone.

FAILURE - This, while it can't truly be called an ability, as a trait that makes aspects of Taylor's abnormalities fail. This could be manifest in screws vanishing, reversing his irreversible All Fiction, even creating a crab bucket that only removes certain strengths from certain targets. In essence, this trait lets Taylor pick and choose which aspects of his abilities he wants to use and ignore unwanted effects.

HUNDRED GAUNTLETS - An ability that reverses causality. By rejecting that an event ever happened, Taylor can prevent change from occurring. Unlike All Fiction, an ability that makes things become nothing, Hundred Gauntlets reverses the consequences of actions. A perfectly followed recipe for a cake will fail. Efforts to study will result in reading manga. Efforts to keep someone alive will kill them. Efforts to kill them will preserve their life. As such, Hundred Gauntlets is a skill that makes one fail through rejecting reality. This will also automatically reverse the effects of removing or damaging Taylor's abilities or traits, preventing him from moving forward or improving as an individual.

SCREW LOOSE - Taylor has the ability to create screws of any size at will. These can appear anywhere and at any time. He can also manipulate screws and bolts in the area around him, and wield them with incredible speed, strength and dexterity, regardless of size. This practice originated, however, with his ability to slowly loosen the bonds of rationality within someone's mind, making it easier for him to get under their skin and make them lash out, behave irrationally, or push them slowly and slowly towards the brink of insanity. Using this method, Taylor often manipulates people on a one-to-one basis, tearing them down without them realising while earning their trust. As the process continues, this trust turns into devotion, even adoration, until his victims become like wives of an abusive husband- loving the source of their pain because they believe that he loves them and does everything he does for their sakes.

SUBTEXT - Taylor has an unnatural speech pattern. While he can imitate a number of accents and voice patterns whilst undercover or hiding his identity, Taylor radiates an aura of distrust when he speaks whether lying or speaking the truth. At its most extreme, Taylor can say that the sky is blue and people will refuse to believe him. When talking normally, no sound comes from his mouth. Those in audible range hear static, their vision shakes and subtitles appear at the bottom of their vision [ IN SQUARE BRACKETS AND ALL CAPS LIKE THIS ], translated into their language. When shouting, these subtitles can block out all vision from those within earshot. He can even communicate through these subtitles without opening his mouth. For the blind, this manifests as braille passing under their fingers, or similar equivalent. Taylor can also use this as a method of one-to-one subliminal communication, often to psychologically attack someone while under a false identity. e aren't sure what happens when he speaks to the illiterate, but they get the message somehow.

However, it is uncertain how accurate this bio is, as the information may portray a false representation of the individual involved, or could even be a fabrication of the Boyz. If they even exist. If Taylor even exists. We honestly don't know.

Post by taylor (301 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » HELLSCRAPER RPG

@Fehafare: @ChronoWolf:

Seeing his chance, Taylor grinned.

[ I LEFT THEM WITH SOME FRIENDS ]

[ WITH THE NICE GIRLS UP ON FLOOR 24, IF I RECALL ]

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