Taylor Davies. {Faith Forendis}.

Name: Taylor Davies (later Faith Forendis.)
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Date of Birth: 31st October
Birthplace: Russia
Current Home: Russia
Blood Purity: Muggleborn
Gender: Female
Sexual alignment: Bisexual


Face Claim: Megan Nicole
Body type: Slender, short.
Height: 5'3
Hair: Dark brown, straight, long.
Eyes: Dark Blue
Unique features: Scar on the side of her head where she fell from a window, tattoo of a dragon on her shoulder.
Dressing style: Gothic. Black jeans and hoodies. Sometimes vest tops.


Likes: Staying to herself, being quiet, being alone, knowing secrets, homework.
Dislikes: Clouds, monkeys, being poked, being tickled, the colour pink.
Fears: Being under pressure, being stared at, demons, tall buildings.
Strengths: Athletic, flexible, nimble
Weaknesses:Not good under pressure, ticklish, not goo around people.


Personality: Taylor is quite shy when it comes to speaking, and isn't good under pressure. She's quiet and very academic, but also very stealthy and is hates feeling vulnerable. She is very angelic and innocent a lot of the time, but like a lot of people her brain has some twisted ideas, sometimes funny and sometimes not.

Taylor's tongue is very sharp in a sense, and her comebacks to people's insults put her in more trouble than she already was in. She's adaptable and changes her personality a lot. She doesn't like to talk a lot, but people would be shocked if she told them her thoughts. They probably would avoid her more than most people do, thanks to her slightly demonic smile.


Father: Theo Davies / 43 /Doctor / Human /Living
Mother: Nicala Davies /43/ None / Human / Living
Siblings: Lili Davies / 8 / None / Human / Living Same format. It's not obligatory for the character to have siblings.
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Overall history: As far as childhoods go, Taylor didn't have a very eventful one. She was always either staying inside and taking everything for granted or she was outside with her one and only friend, Leon. To this day, no-one but the two know why they became friends so fast, but Nicala had a theory that it had something to do with Leon helping her when she fell out a tree at age six and broke her left arm in three places.

When Taylor was eight, Nicala and Theo filed for a divorce, feeling their hostility towards each other was causing upset to their children. At first, having been a massive Daddy's Girl her whole life, Taylor was devastated. She couldn't believe that her mummy and daddy weren't in love anymore, and it made her feel more alone than she ever had. Eventually, Theo moved out, and started to hate the whole family with every inch of his being.

That same year, just after Theo moved out, Taylor noticed a bump in her mummy's tummy.
"Mumma, are you okay? You're swelling up," Taylor had said, and giggling, Nicala had lifted her daughter into her lap.
"Yes Taylor, I'm fine. I'm having a baby," Nicala explained, her face slightly pale but she was smiling as though it was the best thing in the world.
"Baby? Am I going to have a sister?" Taylor asked, furrowing her brow in thought. "I want a sister."
"You might have a brother yet, sweetheart. Promise me you'll love him or her when they come, okay?" Nicala said, stroking Taylor's hair.
"Of course I will," Taylor smiled, hugging the bump. "I'll call you Lili or Leon," she grinned. A round of happy tears sprung to Nicala's eyes, knowing that even if she didn't have the father's support in the matter, she definitely had her daughter's.

Lili was born a week after Taylor turned nine years old. It was a great day for the two, who had been so lonely for so long. But worse was yet to come, for in the eight years of not having to look after a newborn, Nicala had forgotten how stressful it was. Taylor had to help too, and she ended up knowing more than most about how to look after a child.

In the summer after her second year, Taylor had been up in her room, music up and diary in her hands, when she'd closed her eyes for a moment to relax, and totally lost her balance on the windowsill she had been perched on. She fell three floors down, landing in a mess of blood an bones on the floor. The last noise she'd heard was that of her mother screaming, and setting off four year old Lili in the process. She fell unconscious, got a pretty awful case of amnesia and couldn't remember a thing, other than that her name was Faith Forendis, she was from Russia and she needed to get the hell out of St Mungo's before she exploded violently over everyone.

After coming out of hospital, having escaped with luckily only a broken leg, a shattered collarbone and some head damage, she sort of made a promise to herself never to leave the house again. Ever. She hated the outside world and vowed to stay inside for the rest of the holidays. Well, she didn't have a lot of choice in the matter, really. If she wanted to go out, she had to be accompanied, and she didn't like the sound of that at all. She knew being convinced into getting back to Durmstrang would not be an easy task for the fool who tried.


Favourite Spell: Aquatumoveo
Signature Spell: Riddikulus
Patronus: Chinese Fireball (dragon.)


Wand: Ash, Phoenix feather, 9 1/2 inches
Other belongings: Small, orange string doll.


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