CIVILIAN . WALLACE, TAYLOR

TAYLOR JOHNNY WALLACE

MATURE. FRAGILE. CONGENIAL.

Tay, Johnny

THIRTEEN

07/23/1999

Male

Heterosexual

Civilian

Personality

Taylor has always been a congenial person, despite his sickly disposition. Outgoing despite his weak, frail body structure, he's always surrounded by his loyal friends at school, causing his family to worry about him less, seeing as he had many friends to count on. In a way, his friends are the only people he can count on, due to certain circumstances that's been going on at home, moulding him into the loyal, yet dependent, boy that he is. While he seems to lean on his peers too much, he is in fact able to stand on his own two feet when the situation calls for it. Having lived through rough family times, he's developed into a mature, young adult quite early, learning to keep it in when he's around those important to him, and then letting it all out when he's in the presence of those... more important. The more important becoming his friends after his family's foundation crumbled beneath them, leaving him with nowhere to go to except to the bosoms of his sympathetic friends.

He's hopeless when it comes to anything physical. He's extremely fragile, both physically and mentally. He's a smooth-talker, not one to get clammy hands every time a girl comes up to him to say hi. He's accident-prone, one of the main reasons that he's not on his school's basketball team. He's actually quite good at handling the ball. It's just that when there's a large crowd watching him, he tends to lock up and generally fail for the rest of the game. It doesn't even have to be a large crowd watching him, it could just be playing with a lot of good players. Afraid of making mistakes, he tends to shy away from the more intimidating players, and will instead engage in physical competitions with those that he thinks he's at the same level, though everybody knows that he's the best player there. Another reason for avoiding anything involving the act of running would be because of his asthma. Yes, he has asthma, and no, he's not trying out for the 100 metre dash.

He tends to keep up a façade that tells most people that he's totally cool with life. The only people he can't fool are the people he's been with since elementary school: five boys, six including him. They know about how insecure Taylor is, especially about his family, and is sometimes beside himself with worry. The only thing that his friends can do when he reaches that stage is attempt to comfort him with soothing lies, and they're lies because they're unsure if his family will really break apart. "It's okay, your family will be just fine," or "Don't worry, man. It'll fix itself up." Taylor is aware of the fact that these are lies, but is grateful for the fact that they still stick to him and at least attempt to make him feel better. At least he has friends. If he were to lose his social skills, his friends, his only pillars of support, then he might as well commit suicide. He doesn't want to confide with his sister, Sasha, because she doesn't want to make her worry. Taylor's selfless to the point where he's perfectly fine with him shouldering another burden for somebody else.

He's sweet and kind, often going out of his way to play gentleman, even though he might end up messing it up because of something he missed, which most people find as extremely cute. He can act childish when he's feeling rather irritated, but this doesn't happen often. However, he's even pretty cute when he's mad, often stuttering and making mistakes in his speech as he tries to talk back. After a rather embarrassing argument, he's learned to control his temper and is thus rather serene, avoiding anything that might make him annoyed.

History

On August 23rd, 1999, James and Danielle Wallace gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. They named him Taylor, a rather feminine name, much to Taylor's chagrin. He grew up in a family of four, including his sister, Sasha. People who knew about Taylor's past would most likely agree that his childhood, the first five years of his life, were probably the happiest, with him living in complete ignorance. Slowly after that, the wheel that was his life began to roll downhill...

As a child, Taylor was a frighteningly sickly infant, his feeble coughs causing everybody to jump and have their hairs on the back of their neck stand erect, and every pathetic whimper that came out of his mouth immediately brought the entire family to his side, fawning over him and discussing to each other what might be wrong. For one whole year, they cared for him like his life depended on it, which it very well did. He was in constant need for attention, and this made the atmosphere in the household tense and painful. It was like his life was dangling by a little thread, and the Wallace family was just waiting for him to draw his last breath quietly in his sleep, without anybody knowing. They even unconsciously prepared for the day, but much to their immense relief, the dreaded moment never came to pass. However, this taught the family to keep an extremely close eye on him, making sure that no misfortune happened to come his way. His first few years on Earth were carefully monitored by his paranoid parents, and even Sasha took it upon herself to become his guardian angel and keep him out of harm's path. His life as an infant wasn't spoiled. It was more... heavily guarded and protected. In retrospect, he would've preferred they didn't bother, but if it were not for their careful efforts, he might not be alive today.

He grew up mainly within the household, one of the regrets that Taylor feels today when he looks back. It wasn't that he hated the household. It was actually quite nice, with a refreshing, designer-quality, yet strictly middle class interior, and and equally good exterior. He was brought up like a normal child, it was just that the family was a bit over protective of him, though they often hid this well by playing the doting parents and sibling. He didn't know when he figured out that they were just acting to keep him away from the outside and physical activities. It was just a nagging feeling that he always had. He had asthma, and this kept him from being able to run very fast, or even run at all. In terms of sports... he didn't do so well. It wasn't that bad, though, because for what he lacked in sports and physical prowess, he made up for it with his superior observation and perception skills, as well as his unusually high intellect. Maybe it was his super intuition that helped him see through the innocent veil that covered his family's darkest secret.

When he became of age, his parents immediately enrolled him in the same school as his sister, Sasha. He didn't know, but his parents had instructed her to keep a close eye on him, a task that she readily agreed to. They all agreed that the bustling school environment might be too much for Taylor, and they wanted to take the cautious approach. They refused to risk a sudden asthma attack, or maybe a coughing fit. He was a golden treasure to the family, though he didn't exactly see himself as one.

His school life was a happy one. Contrary to what his parents would've thought, he was generally well-liked by his peers and teachers. The teachers smitten by his sweet demeanor, and his friends liking the way how he willingly followed them around, with Taylor not wanting to be left out. He had this one particular friend that he thought he was fond of, a loud child who went by the name of Trent Kellington. He was a boisterous kid, one who was open and extremely opinionated and often had other children like Taylor looking at his back. For some reason, Taylor admired this kid. He was fearless, or at least, this was what he thought. He had everybody wanting to be around him, the epitome of a good leader. Trent was also quite fond of him, but this was mainly because he was extremely, almost annoyingly, loyal to him. Taylor liked it when he was around. It made him feel like part of the group, too. A feeling that he liked. He was afraid that his sickly ways would cause children to avoid him, but they were incredibly tolerant. They never expected him to play running games, like tag, with them, and they liked to ask him questions about things. Even though sometimes he didn't know the answer to them, he still tried his best to make up a reasonable-sounding answer. Usually the children would believe him. His kindergarten life was a peaceful one.

His elementary school experience wasn't very far behind his kindergarten one. He still had his friends who moved up with him, thus securing a group of friends that he could always rely on. There were five, six in total if you included Taylor. Trent was obviously in this friendship circle, taking on the leadership role when nobody felt they wanted to do it. Although a leadership role wasn't exactly necessary, since they all looked at each other like equals deep down. He grew up, once again at the top of his class, though at the time it didn't matter. Despite the variety of different people and personalities, it was an elementary student's job to make friends. They did this wonderfully, and in his class, not a single person was left out of a group of friends. At school, his life was pure bliss, and he looked forward to school everyday. The problem was, however, mainly at home.

The change was very subtle. It started with the father occasionally slipping out without catching any attention. During these times, Taylor would usually be cooped up in his room, playing some sort of game that was popular at the time. Sasha also had her girlfriends, and their mother was a busy lady. So much that their father, unfortunately, began to seek attention from other women. His father was soon starting to always go out, though he managed to get back home before their mother finished her work. Coming up with theories as to why their father was out so much became a satisfying past time for both Sasha and Taylor, each of them wondering what was going on. They were blissfully ignorant, and Taylor would've preferred to be forever kept in the dark then to learn what he was doing. The inevitable moment came without warning, sadly.

One day his father didn't go out as usual. This was very strange, very strange indeed, but not enough to make Taylor question him. He seemed to be waiting for something, constantly looking at his watch and tapping his foot impatiently. He noted that this was the day that their mother had specifically told them that she was going to be extremely late, saying something about being with her school friends. He hadn't really paid attention to it. Suddenly, the door bell rang, and as Taylor got up to go get it, his father told him to go to his room and bolted for the front door. Confused, he obediently advanced to the room, though leaving it open a tiny crack. He was curious as to what his father's motives were. He soon found out that the unknown voice in the living room belonged to a woman. At first, this wasn't very unusual. After all, everybody brought over friends, right?

Unfortunately, he was wrong. At the innocent age of seven, Taylor had learned first-hand the meaning of an affair. All of the memories that he held dearly were mercilessly shattered by cruel reality, and he found himself constantly picking at the remains, somehow trying to get himself to believe that they were real. However, he wasn't able to get the images outside of his head, the images of his father and the woman when he peeked through the cracks of the door. He immediately confided in his friends, and they sympathized with him. They learned to not mention family around his, as it had become a rather touchy subject. His sister, who was desperately trying to keep it a secret from him and oblivious to the fact that he knew, wasn't going to console him, being the kind of person she was. Therefore, it was his friend's duty to look after Taylor. His family was no longer able to do the job.

He was very good at hiding his knowledge. He now makes an effort to show that he's oblivious, making it seem that he's totally cool with life and enjoying it. He even made a great effort to continue to get along with his dad, although on the inside he was extremely sad and it would almost always get awkward when he was with him, especially if it was just the two of them alone. However, he continues to this day to be strong.

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