Martinez, Taylor

Taylor Martinez

17 || Pansexual || Male || Hero

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE
✔ Charming
✔ Flexible
✔ Compassionate
✔ Athletic
✔ Determined

NEGATIVE
✖ Lazy
✖ Forgetful
✖ Bipolar
✖ Agressive
✖ Mashocistic


LIKES
✔ Spicy foods
✔ Long walks on the pier
✔ Late Nights
✔ (AM) Football
✔ Naps

DISLIKES
✖ Spiders
✖ Doctors
✖ Early Mornings
✖ Crying
✖ Salads

PERSONALITY
Taylor can be summed up in a few words, determined, flexible, immature, aggressive. These traits are due to his raising more than anything. Due to scrounging up pennies on the San Fransisco coast and trying to maintain a positive attitude. To his family he's a ray of sunshine, always smiling and hard working but to a stranger, he can easily come off as pushy and bipolar.

Call it what you want but all in all the only way to truly describe him is just his name Taylor. He is very easily mortified and will apologize for small things like bumping into someone in the hallway or accidentally eating someone else's lunch. He's a simple guy really or so he would seem. 

While he can be pushy and bipolar on the outside beneath his hard exterior lied a sensitive soul liable to breakdown at the most inopurtune times. He has many fears, the biggest being, being alone all his life without anyone to call is. it's a selfish desire and he knows full well it's not any good for someone who wishes to help others but the desire and lust for companionship at times can slow down his growth. He won't cry infront of others, but when the going gets tough he'll break down and lose hope.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 1.778 Meters
WEIGHT: 185 Ibs
HAIR/STYLE: Messy with a headband around his forehead.
SKIN/SCARS: Light tan, small scars around his body.
EYES: Green, slender
NOTABLES: Bright smile.


The noticeable features on Taylor's are his cut brow, and scar under his left eye, hidden by a small piece of athletic tape, his consistent smug smile, wide eyes that beam open for long periods of times, meaning he will often win staring competitions.

During his athletic and work days, Taylor was forced to develop a significant amount of muscle through manual labor, lifting heavy landscaping equipment, bags of cut grass and pushing mowers. Jogging though the farm’s vast fields kept him fit, however he wasn’t all muscle. Although most of his siblings and friends of similar proportions were much rounder and either fatter or more muscular he somehow managed to maintain a lanky, tall build. His muscles were outlined in his arms, calves, and thighs, showing visible muscle definition in those lower regions. His body itself is lightly tanned, not only on his legs but also running down his face and down his neck with a visible tan line where underneath his tan faded and he became paler.

He maintains a strong posture most of the time, however in his expression and temperament, it is obvious that he’s a very laid back person, showing no sign of stress or dismay. When sitting, his default position is kicked back , legs up, hands behind his head, and nonchalantly whistling, or sometimes signing without care.

HISTORY

Taylor is the third and youngest son in a large farming family of nine, even as the youngest son he wasn’t given a lot of attention from his parents. His mother and father were far too busy for him, so his three older sisters would care for him, and his two brothers would teach him about being a farm hand. Though he had more than enough attention from his older siblings, Taylor stores a slight hint of jealousy for his younger sister Princess, as she always got their parents attention, as she was their little "princess" hence the name, the darn girl NEVER did a day of farm work as long as Taylor was around.

His father owned one of the larger farms in on the San Fransisco coast while his mother was a veterinarian keeping many of her patients in their home. Their farm was on a strip of area consisting of 28 acres of land and in the center rest a large white farmhouse that lies a few yards from the barn of the property.

As a youngster, Taylor was homeschooled by the oldest of his sisters. His second to eldest sister Tabatha would often take Taylor with her wherever she went, which would eventually lead to his exposure to quirks and his desire to find his own.


When he became of age, Taylor attended a small intermediate school in the main city. Taylor was a B-C student in school and managed to balance his classwork and his new found profession; the wonderful sport of boxing. Taylor loved sports as a whole, boxing, football, baseball, track, he wanted to try them all and as he progressed in school, Taylor blossomed, from a meek child into an energetic teenager.

His family’s farm benefitted much from their quirks be it they were all water. His father’s quirk was one of water manipulation meaning he could water his fields efficiently without worry and his mother’s was soothsaying animals or something of the sort, all seven of his siblings inherited their quirks all but Taylor who still didn’t quite know his own that was until he had found his.

Eventually T,aylor and his father had gotten into an argument about just how much work he had to do on the farm. He argued that he didn’t have a quirk and everyone else did, therefore, he should have been the one taking the day off while she worked, his father’s stance was that he had a quirk but he was too lazy to use it. Somehow Taylor ended up falling on his hands and that was when he felt it for the first time. He could feel the movements under the earth’s surface… Seismic activity and with a jolt up his arms he felt something course through him and energize him. As he stood up he nearly blew himself back from the force of his newly stored energy just by standing the power was so much. It seemed he had found his quirk but what it did he didn’t know.

His father was surprised and thought his son to have an explosive quirk, but that wasn’t the case. No, what he had discovered was that his son had the Seismic punch. There were only a few in their family with this quirk, the only one known to use it being Taylor’s uncle who lived in Japan with the rest of their family.

Immediately, Taylor’s uncle Jiro was called up and plans were made without the newly quirked teen’s knowledge and with that in the middle of the night he was shipped out to Japan. It was a sudden change to say the least and no matter how much he argued Taylor was pushed out of his home meaning he wouldn’t see any of his friends or family ever again. The excuse was his quirk was too volatile to be on the farm but as far as he knew he only had to touch the ground. Regardless of his feelings when he arrived he had a slight shock.

His uncle was a tall, rotund man. Despite his head of full black hair, he was balding just in the back and his face was as stubbly as it was rough. There wasn’t much introduction as soon as the large man saw his nephew he guided him to his car and they made their way to his apartment. A silent car ride.

Eventually, Jiro and Taylor would talk about the quirk and what he needed to do to control it, but as he would find out Taylor wouldn’t need to do so as he only needed training if anything. Jiro revealed himself to have a quirk similar to Taylor's and in his prime, he was quite efficient with it which was a bit of a surprise considering just how much he seemed to have fallen. The walls of the apartment were laced with magazine covers of women, idols everywhere, and Taylor’s room wasn’t much of a room but rather a couch that kept him constantly exposed to it all.

A few days would pass and they’d live plainly until Taylor would be told of his uncle got him into one of the fancier schools in town, shiny and new new U.A. It was a shock, though Taylor didn’t know much about the school he accepted it none the less. 

It took some time but the acceptance letter eventually came and Taylor was excited! Who knows what he can get into?