Audrey Taylor | Civilian

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✧ very good-natured
✧ patient
✧ eager to learn

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ naive
✦ can be somewhat of a pushover
✦ she's all personality and brains... she couldn't fight a wet noodle out of a paper bag

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Parents: Mark and Susannah Taylor, both deceased
Siblings: Noah (brother, 26), Kendra (sister, 20)
Other Family: a few aunts, uncles, cousins, etc
Important Others: Who is important to your character that is not related to them?
History:

Audrey grew up the middle child of three in a loving home. Her mother was the Professor of Anthropology and Folklore at the local university and her father was an archaeologist who spent days, weeks, occasionally even months on expeditions to uncover rare and unusual artifacts. He always came back with incredible stories, whether it be about the history of his finds or the adventures he went through in order to obtain him, and was pretty much a neighborhood legend. He was adored by their community and for as long as she can remember, Audrey always looked forward to hearing about his journeys.

She was twelve when she started babysitting young children on weekends, and sometimes after school. It started with a neighbor's kid but she quickly built herself a positive reputation and continued her growing business throughout high school. After graduating, she went to college and got a degree in business and in early childhood education. She took first aid and and cpr classes at the local hospital and eventually obtained a license to open her own daycare out of her home.

It was about three years ago when a sailing accident took the lives of her parents. As one would expect, it was a heartbreaking time for Audrey and her siblings. The reading of Mark and Susannah Taylor's will left her brother with the house, her sister with the jewels and Audrey with the key to a locked trailer that housed a collection of rare, valuable, and mysterious artifacts, including the mythical dragon-forged sword, Excalibur, which, of course, Audrey believes is nothing more than just a beautiful antique blade with a fascinating story.

For the last couple of years, these artifacts have stayed in that trailer, locked in her garage. She has spent hours and hours out of her days just studying and researching them... learning the deeper stories behind them than what she had learned from her father. All the while she has been running her home daycare business. But the poor economy has been taking its toll on her and she's been having to give some thought into selling one or more of these timeless treasures. Recently she got in touch with a museum curator in upstate New York and has temporarily closed the doors on her childcare business, attached the trailer to the hitch of her little minivan for a road trip to meet with him.




Alias: Cherry Pie
How did you find us?: Am admin
Experience: eleventy billion years
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RP Sample: So teaching fifth grade had turned out to be quite different from teaching Kindergarten in more ways than one. It wasn't as though Annali expected anything different, but there seemed to something odd with her new class that couldn't be explained simply by age difference. She had been desperate to get back to work... living with Bobby Singer wasn't easy to do, even for a woman as patient as she was. The man was grouchy and stubborn and though he never raised his voice to her, there were times when they butted heads because he sometimes refused to do anything that was good for him, no matter how much she insisted.

So sometime mid-summer she had started looking for employment, anxious to have a little bit of time out of the house doing what she loved. Unfortunately Sioux Falls only had one elementary school and the only vacancy they had in their staff was to teach the fifth grade. Ten and eleven-year-olds weren't the age group that she was used to but she had the skills and even found herself a bit excited at the prospect of a new challenge that didn't involve something grotesque and supernatural.

Throughout the day things seemed fine... perfect really... maybe even too perfect. The students were all extremely well-behaved. In fact, some of them sat straight in their desks and watched her the entire day without moving a muscle, except when she would call on them to answer questions. And even then, they didn't crack even a hint of a smile. In fact, there had been no expression in their faces nor in the tones of their voices. Creepy? Yeah, you could say that.

Annali was beyond ready for the end of the day when it came. She tidied up the room as the children were dismissed via car, bus, or to walk home from school. Her back was turned to the class as she cleaned off her chalkboard, and she let out a sigh of relief as she heard what she was sure were the last footsteps out of the room until she turned around, startled to find those six stoic children sitting patiently in their seats, their eyes locked on her as though waiting for her to perform some sort of trick. She blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she slid into the chair behind her desk and asked them about their transportation home. Apparently these children were waiting for their parents to pick them up and claimed they would be called to the front office when they arrived.

At first Annali didn't feel any sort of threat. She suggested they all read quietly or start on their homework while they waited, and then she pulled out a paperback novel herself and opened it on her desk, reading quietly. But something just felt strange, and after about ten minutes of pure silence she looked up from her book to see that none of them had moved... that they were still watching her. She bit her lip, her stomach turning a little uneasily. It wasn't as though these children were misbehaving but the way they were watching her was making her extremely uncomfortable. She needed to get away from their prying eyes, if only for a few minutes.

Annali opened one of her desk drawers and gathered a few papers with a bit of writing on them and stood, smoothing down her long, flowing crimson silk skirt. She flashed the creepy students a nervous smile and started making her way towards the door. "I'll be right back. I just need to go make some copies," she told them, hoping her unease didn't show in her voice. But as soon as she approached the door and reached for the doorknob, one of the students was suddenly in front of her, blocking her path. "I don't think that's a very good idea, Miss MacPherson," Jeff warned her. He was a tall boy, with shaggy blonde hair that looked like he had cut it himself and piercing dark eyes that bore right into her.

She stepped back, her blue eyes widening. "Excuse me? Move out of the way please," she frowned, reaching for the door again. This time she pulled the door open just slightly only for Jeff to slam it shut again.

"I said that isn't a good idea," he said with a low growl. Annali shuddered at the look in his eyes and looked around, swallowing a lump in her throat when she noticed the other five children were out of their seats and were slowly making their way toward her like zombies in an old horror film.

"This isn't funny. Back to your seats everyone," she ordered, trying to sound stern as she backed slowly away from the approaching children. She wasn't surprised that they didn't do as they were told but as she looked around, she realized she had nowhere to go. Sure there were plenty of objects around her that she could use to defend herself but Annali was sure she could never bring herself to strike a child, even in self defense.

The six zombie-like children continued to move toward her, backing her slowly into a corner of the room, and she whimpered as she slid her hand into the pocket of the cardigan she wore, quickly hitting up Dean on speed dial and then shouting for the children to get away from her. She didn't dare bring the phone out of her pocket but she knew that if Dean would answer and could hear that something was wrong... he would come to her rescue. He always did...




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