[Age] Immortal (Twenty-three)

[D.O.B] 13th of October 

[Height] 6''0

[Hair] Brown

[Eyes] Blue

[Species] Incompletely- turned vampire

[Sire] Valentine Grimm

[Adoptive Sire] Carmilla Karenstein

[Residency] New York, New York

[Relationship] Single, pursued by Shamus

[Sexuality] Pansexual

(Not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity)





       Formally Christopher Adams, Taylor Connor remembers nothing of his life prior to 2014. An injury sustained to the head would have taken his life had he been human. Rather than his life, a bullet took all of Taylor's memory in an instant. He is medically diagnosed with Retrograde Amnesia, a condition most commonly caused by injury and characterized by a loss of memory-access, or information that was learned. It does not affect Taylor's ability to form new memories after the onset of the condition. To this day he has a scar on his right temple, hidden by his hairline.

      Prior to the accident, Taylor lived a different life under another identity. 





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  • Fuck. She's panicking, and she takes a deep breath, and steps out the window, onto the fire escape. The sounds of the city are overwhelming, and the height of the building makes the wind howl. Though, looking left and right, she sees no Wendigo. Was it gone? Blue eyes flicker over to Taylor and she mouths the words to him:

    It's not here? After looking around again, she's going down the fire escape as fast as she can. No need to wait around and be made into monster chow. There's a shriek that pierces through the wind, and it makes her skin crawl. Wendigo. She wants to look up, but can't really see it, so she continues down the fire escape, into the alley. As soon as her foot hits the pavement, she sees it, in the alley way, skittering around. Her hand flies out to her side to stop Taylor from running into the alley way. The wendigo looks around, but it doesn't seem to notice the two, and it seems overwhelmed when a car on the street breezes by, honking loudly. Then, those skinny claws grabs the grate to the sewers, and moves it, veins popping out of it's neck, before it crawls down.

    The whole time, Sam stands still, her breathing hard. "That lives fucking by here." Those are the first words that pop out of her mouth, and she's shaking slightly. 

    (I am so sorry this is late.) 

  • "It's affordable," his house is modest and well decorated, though some remnants of fireman inspired decor remain such as  hats and coats on hangers, as well as the wall of degrees hoisted up, with James' associates and high school diploma joining them. The entrance leads into the living room where James has his couch and usual living room attire. His decoration seems more or less taken from what he's seen on TV than to follow an actual pattern. How odd.

    "The bathroom is down there. How you never had one of those?" James can smell how bad the infection is. And considering how well he knows Taylor he's sure the answer is no. The downstairs bathroom is fresh and clean. apparently barely used. James has his own, and he's forced his father to use what has to be a third half bath. "I woulda just taken you to a hospital but you know, questions, they might report it, cops might get involved, no one wants that."

  • [I definitely think that would be interesting! Hmm what if this gang leader sent Taylor and a few others on a mission to retrieve a spell book? The spell book would belong to Maleficent of course - it would be something she wrote.]

  • The sight is something Shamus has seen before and often adored the idea of a free meal just sitting there so nicely. Wrapped up in gags and bound at the wrists. It makes hunting easier, sure, but the idea humans were so cruel is amusing to him. Taylor addresses him and gets no answer at first, then, he looked at the other.

    "Come on, think bigger." He lightly poked the side of his own head with his finger. "Three broads here fresh for the picking and you're concerned for 'em? Let me spell it out for ya. Humans. Them." Point "Are fucking food for us. " He pointed to himself with his thumb. "Hellp, maybe you can even get laid with one of 'em. Bend 'em over a counter and go to town."

    It is what he would do, but he is quite content with the idea of sinking his fangs into an easy meal. "Up to you, Pet. But I'll be taking these gals for myself if you aren't. Come on. Just look at 'em!" He moved in and dug his finger into the pooling blood, drenching his digits before turning to Taylor and holding his hand up. "Don't want a lick?"

  • Shamus is following along as though he weren't naked and being completely inconsiderate. The blood is faint and taken notice of as well, probably because he is not as hungry he does not really go overly crazy about it. Still, he is quite happy to follow the other around to snoop and see just what he is up to.

    Whether or not Shamus walks in the sun appears to be of little concern to the elder. He walks on out into the rays quite frequently to get to one place or another. The burns are minor and heal as quick as they appear. "The fuck you think you're going to find in there?" He asked, looking at the door to the resturaunt with scrutiny. Okay, he's more than curious now.

    He followed Taylor in, poking his head through the frame and looking around the kitchen. Nice and tidy, no blemishes by the looks of it. But that smell...

    "Okay. I'm interested." He mumbled, stepping inside with his head turning, nose going to work. "I don't think some dipshit just cut their finger and left."

  • [I think a few years ago should work just fine! :) ]

  • "My dad's just here to help me cope," he caught on. "I don't do good by myself. So he's here. My uncle too," he has an uncle? No, that's not right. It's the Geist, Neegan's best friend, who lives with them now. Neegan seems to leave them alone, opting to prefer to...vacuum? He's definitely vacuuming. At least he helps with the house.

    "He'll be busy. Come in. You haven't tried to fix the infection?" James seems...different. More or less just more confident in himself. He waits patiently by the door for Taylor to enter first. Clearly, he won't get out of this one easily.

  • "Oomph!" He is a lot more dramatic than the action really is. "Well you're the one that's fuckin' hungry! And bitching! Let's not forget that!" Snarl snarl. He throws his arms up as Taylor started to scuttle off in some random direction. Now where is he going? There is a growl that escapes Shamus and he follows after, hoping something might be around to get some excitement in or vent on.

    There is a couple of squeaks that come from across the way as the naked man is spotted and immediately condemned for his choice in lack of clothing. He quickly responds with his arms opening and snarling 'What?!' at them.

    "God damn, Wait up!" He yelled, quickening his pace after Taylor while leaving the concerned populace to stare or look away. Some probably phoning it in to the authorities.

  • Shamus looked as though he were going to kneel and then… lift off! They blast through the window into the morning sun. His bare feet land upon the paved surface of the parking lot and he takes off in a sprint of vampiric speed. That cannot feel nice for Taylor.

    Neither does it for Shamus.

    The vampire is burning. Slowly, but surely. The fresh blood has allowed him some grace into the light of the mortal realm but not for long. He leaps and bounds over barriers and in front of beeping vehicles.

    Then he planted his heels in and stopped suddenly, the concrete cracking beneath him somewhat at the pressure. They are in the shadow now, Shamus' skin quickly beginning to heal up. "Where to, fuck face?"

  • Shamus is grumpy and ready to throw a fit by the looks of it. Taylor seems in a similar state of mind and that probably does not bode well. He places his hands on his hips, watching as Taylor rips the door off of the fridge and discards it recklessly across the floor.

    Then the butter. Ew.

    Shamus walks towards the towel rack and strategically wrapped the towel around his waist.. It did its job, even if a temporary fix, there should not be any public indecency problems. Not that it matters to him.

    Pointed at. Yelled at. Shamus blows up! He walked over, but somehow appeared right in front of Taylor with what seemed like an instance where he had disappeared in between. It was just some really fast moving. The Elder grabbed Taylor's hand. "You're fuckin' hungry?! Fine! LET'S FUCKIN' GO!"

    He lunged, aiming to grab and throw Taylor over his shoulder, the towel falling to his ankles. If he is successful Taylor gets a view of dat ass, and Shamus is walking towards the window with… well… something in mind.

    They're going out the window.

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