02-18-2018, 10:49 PM
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✩ taboa crawford / tab / boa
✩ she - her - hers pronouns / feminine
✩ 25 years old / mentally 30
✩ born december 21 / ages at random
RELATIONSHIPS
✩ bisexual biromantic / open for future relationships
✩ npc x npc / shayna crawford x bane crawford
 siblings: none
 relatives: //
✩ affiliated with sheogorath and roman
APPEARANCE
human [100%] faceclaim: winnie harlow
[appearance] [voice claim]
✩ The first thing one would notice about Taboa is her peculiar skin. Riddled with vitiligo, Taboa takes on mottled patches of a creamy hue and earthy brown. Curly, coconut-hued hair hangs from her head in waves.
Taboa is fit and it shows with her well-toned, muscular form. The woman possesses chocolate dark eyes, so dark they nearly look black.
While her wardrobe is not the most fancy, it’s not the most unsightly either. She’s resourceful, and will dress in anything decent that she’s lucky enough to find. Typically, she takes to wearing clean pants and t-shirts, with the occasional light jacket and boots.
 injuries / illnesses: none
PERSONALITY
 chaotic neutral
✩ dysfunctional | clever | sharp tongued
✩ lazy | fiery | impatient | wandering mind
At first glance, Taboa is a quiet, complacent thing. She’s perceived as a beauty; nothing out of the ordinary. She’s lax, seemingly unassuming and unimposing. However, the real girl is of a different disposition. Taboa has a creative imagination, an untamed mind that runs wild with countless possibilities and scenarios. Despite her frenzied mind, she holds a cleverness to herself, a calculative spirit swimming beneath her eyes, something that sounds vaguely like danger.
She is, at best, what some would call unmotivated. Lazy. Despite her volatile habits, her ideals tend not to clash with others as one would think. She’s un-worried, unbothered, and has accepted at this point, that much of her life is out of control. Instead of trying to fight the waves, she’s swimming with the tides. Afloat, and going wherever life may take her. Perhaps it's bad, perhaps it's good, whatever the situation, it's more likely that Taboa seems unable to bring herself to care enough, the only real action garnered from and for people she cares about.
The lady tends to hold a calm position, no matter how clamorous her mind may be on the inside. the woman is amazing when it comes to keeping her posture. sly and light-hearted with a side of mischievousness, taboa can be quite the characteristic client.
Prone to unsavory tendencies, Taboa is far from innocent. Like most badlanders, she has a history of violence. Beneath those hooded, tinkling eyes, she is a scheming thing, with a sharp tongue that drips with malice and venom when provoked. She’s not above crude tactics or tricks to get her way, and harbors a crude mindset. This stems from a past of mingling with less than honorable friends who had a habit of encouraging her bad side, nurturing and grooming a young and impressionable Taboa to wreak havoc for the sheer fun of it. Though she's less likely to attack others for the hell of it, she's far more likely to do so out of necessity or vengeance.
Taboa appears to be far more docile than her humanly companions, and yet that doesn't make her any less of a force to reckon with. She's a harbor of malevolence, a manifestation of the wrathful, filthy things with sharp teeth and and even nastier bite. They sense it. The wolf in sheep's clothing, and the underlying sense of danger.
While Taboa isn’t antisocial, the woman tends not to build bonds too quickly. Despite her cruel tendencies, she values her emotional connections. Having her ties cut could damage her severely; and Taboa is aware of this. It makes her wary of building new relationships, and the result is a woman prone to looking upon strangers with disdain and detached curiosity. She's not inherently rude or aggressive towards outsiders, and remains mild and docile to outcomers. However, when provoked, she is not above treating others like dirt, or antagonizing others for the sheer sake of it.
When angered, Taboa is a vengeful creature with a tongue like a whiplash, spitting fire and insults with words carved into the bullets of a gun. Taboa harbors a mission to harm or humiliate her aggressor, whether that be verbally or physically. While she can forgive, she doesn't forget.
INTERACTION
✩ very hard physically / self-taught in combat
✩ will kill / will show no mercy
✩ skilled with her gun and knives / can engage in excellent hand to hand combat if disarmed
✩ can adapt to a variety of weapons with the right practice
BACKSTORY
Taboa was born and raised on a farm with her two parents, caring for livestock and such. Without the use of machinery and electricity, their family had to rely on rain to water the crops whenever it could. They relied on horses to plow the fields and cows to produce the milk and dairy products. There were cats to hunt the mice that infested their land, and there were sheep dogs and canines to guide the livestock and keep predators away from their animals.
It was a continuous, laberous cycle. It was hard to keep the farm running, and Taboa was often sent out to learn how to work the field for herself. Through this experience, it manifested her love for animals. The young girl quickly grew adept at raising animals, and through this lifestyle, she learned to be independent and resourceful. She grew attached to her family’s farm animals. Though she loved each and every one, there were certain favorites. Taboa grew particularly to one particular horse, Nancy. Nancy was an old palomino horse; an equine with a gentle spirit. Taboa took great pleasure in interacting with Nancy and riding her through the fields when there was no work to be done.
She was known to be a bright and complacent child in her youth, though a little too lazy and lacking any real backbone. Her parents raised her with the hope that she’d one day lead a better, more luxurious life for herself. They took education seriously, and low grades often resulted in punishment. Strict on herself and her grades, Taboa succeeded through all twelve years of education, before she eventually started getting to her own interests. Motivated by her love for animals, Taboa originally wanted to be a vet. She was determined to work hard and achieve the money for such an education, until she was unfortunately side-tracked by some rather unsavory people. It was around this time that she met Roman and Sheogorath. They were of the first people to encourage her rash decisions and violent behavior. The three met at tavern, and immediately hit it up.
It started with Nancy’s death. A low down homeless man had taken to shooting Nancy down when the old mare was out grazing in the pastures. The man had planned to take some of the horse meat as food, and sell the rest for whatever money he could receive. Unfortunately, Taboa had been there to witness it. She had managed to scare the man off of the family’s property, but failed to catch him the first encounter.
Heart-broken and griefed, Taboa had sat in her room for days on end, lamenting and refusing to speak to anyone. In a fit of desperation, she had vented all of her issues to Sheogorath, who slyly suggested that she find Nancy’s killer and repay him tenfold. It was perfect. It was reasonable. It was the answer to all of her questions. She would avenge Nancy and she would feel better.
Over the next few days, Taboa and Sheogorath tracked down the man like a pair of hounds until they managed to corner him in the suburbans bordering on Taboa’s farm. Relentlessly, Taboa had attacked and beaten the man, screaming at him, until she ended his life with a knife to the throat. She revelled in the act. With adrenaline rushing through her veins, she was shocked at the utter relief and victory she felt.
And it was from that day on, that nothing was the same.
Taboa, Sheogorath and Roman formed a ‘band’ of sorts. The trio were known to execute acts of escapades and extreme violence. Taboa had been hesitant of these actions at first, but determined to please her friends and show her worth, she was quick to conform and shove down her guilt. She was, after all, an impressionable youth back then. Influenced by these bad people, she began deviating from her family. By the time her family realized the damage Taboa had done, she was an adult. They no longer had any power over her, but they were relentless in their efforts to get her to stop her bad habits. Countless visits, texts, emails, etc, had swarmed Taboa and only served to drive the gap between her and her parents wider When they began to realize the extent of Taboa’s executed adventures, they grew to horrified to even recognize or connect to their once innocent baby child. Eventually, Taboa got fed up to the point where she had isolated herself from her family.
The group’s chaotic tyranny ended when Sheogorath was captured by an old group of bandits that he had pissed off in the past, leaving Roman and Taboa behind and the group broken. Taboa refused to acknowledge the fact that her long time friend might be dead, killed by the bandits that had taken him away. It was a possibility that still niggled at the back of her mind.
Left with Roman, the two set off for Badland's territory when they caught wind of their old friend being alive.
✩ taboa crawford / tab / boa
✩ she - her - hers pronouns / feminine
✩ 25 years old / mentally 30
✩ born december 21 / ages at random
RELATIONSHIPS
✩ bisexual biromantic / open for future relationships
✩ npc x npc / shayna crawford x bane crawford
 siblings: none
 relatives: //
✩ affiliated with sheogorath and roman
APPEARANCE
human [100%] faceclaim: winnie harlow
[appearance] [voice claim]
✩ The first thing one would notice about Taboa is her peculiar skin. Riddled with vitiligo, Taboa takes on mottled patches of a creamy hue and earthy brown. Curly, coconut-hued hair hangs from her head in waves.
Taboa is fit and it shows with her well-toned, muscular form. The woman possesses chocolate dark eyes, so dark they nearly look black.
While her wardrobe is not the most fancy, it’s not the most unsightly either. She’s resourceful, and will dress in anything decent that she’s lucky enough to find. Typically, she takes to wearing clean pants and t-shirts, with the occasional light jacket and boots.
 injuries / illnesses: none
PERSONALITY
 chaotic neutral
✩ dysfunctional | clever | sharp tongued
✩ lazy | fiery | impatient | wandering mind
At first glance, Taboa is a quiet, complacent thing. She’s perceived as a beauty; nothing out of the ordinary. She’s lax, seemingly unassuming and unimposing. However, the real girl is of a different disposition. Taboa has a creative imagination, an untamed mind that runs wild with countless possibilities and scenarios. Despite her frenzied mind, she holds a cleverness to herself, a calculative spirit swimming beneath her eyes, something that sounds vaguely like danger.
She is, at best, what some would call unmotivated. Lazy. Despite her volatile habits, her ideals tend not to clash with others as one would think. She’s un-worried, unbothered, and has accepted at this point, that much of her life is out of control. Instead of trying to fight the waves, she’s swimming with the tides. Afloat, and going wherever life may take her. Perhaps it's bad, perhaps it's good, whatever the situation, it's more likely that Taboa seems unable to bring herself to care enough, the only real action garnered from and for people she cares about.
The lady tends to hold a calm position, no matter how clamorous her mind may be on the inside. the woman is amazing when it comes to keeping her posture. sly and light-hearted with a side of mischievousness, taboa can be quite the characteristic client.
Prone to unsavory tendencies, Taboa is far from innocent. Like most badlanders, she has a history of violence. Beneath those hooded, tinkling eyes, she is a scheming thing, with a sharp tongue that drips with malice and venom when provoked. She’s not above crude tactics or tricks to get her way, and harbors a crude mindset. This stems from a past of mingling with less than honorable friends who had a habit of encouraging her bad side, nurturing and grooming a young and impressionable Taboa to wreak havoc for the sheer fun of it. Though she's less likely to attack others for the hell of it, she's far more likely to do so out of necessity or vengeance.
Taboa appears to be far more docile than her humanly companions, and yet that doesn't make her any less of a force to reckon with. She's a harbor of malevolence, a manifestation of the wrathful, filthy things with sharp teeth and and even nastier bite. They sense it. The wolf in sheep's clothing, and the underlying sense of danger.
While Taboa isn’t antisocial, the woman tends not to build bonds too quickly. Despite her cruel tendencies, she values her emotional connections. Having her ties cut could damage her severely; and Taboa is aware of this. It makes her wary of building new relationships, and the result is a woman prone to looking upon strangers with disdain and detached curiosity. She's not inherently rude or aggressive towards outsiders, and remains mild and docile to outcomers. However, when provoked, she is not above treating others like dirt, or antagonizing others for the sheer sake of it.
When angered, Taboa is a vengeful creature with a tongue like a whiplash, spitting fire and insults with words carved into the bullets of a gun. Taboa harbors a mission to harm or humiliate her aggressor, whether that be verbally or physically. While she can forgive, she doesn't forget.
INTERACTION
✩ very hard physically / self-taught in combat
✩ will kill / will show no mercy
✩ skilled with her gun and knives / can engage in excellent hand to hand combat if disarmed
✩ can adapt to a variety of weapons with the right practice
BACKSTORY
Taboa was born and raised on a farm with her two parents, caring for livestock and such. Without the use of machinery and electricity, their family had to rely on rain to water the crops whenever it could. They relied on horses to plow the fields and cows to produce the milk and dairy products. There were cats to hunt the mice that infested their land, and there were sheep dogs and canines to guide the livestock and keep predators away from their animals.
It was a continuous, laberous cycle. It was hard to keep the farm running, and Taboa was often sent out to learn how to work the field for herself. Through this experience, it manifested her love for animals. The young girl quickly grew adept at raising animals, and through this lifestyle, she learned to be independent and resourceful. She grew attached to her family’s farm animals. Though she loved each and every one, there were certain favorites. Taboa grew particularly to one particular horse, Nancy. Nancy was an old palomino horse; an equine with a gentle spirit. Taboa took great pleasure in interacting with Nancy and riding her through the fields when there was no work to be done.
She was known to be a bright and complacent child in her youth, though a little too lazy and lacking any real backbone. Her parents raised her with the hope that she’d one day lead a better, more luxurious life for herself. They took education seriously, and low grades often resulted in punishment. Strict on herself and her grades, Taboa succeeded through all twelve years of education, before she eventually started getting to her own interests. Motivated by her love for animals, Taboa originally wanted to be a vet. She was determined to work hard and achieve the money for such an education, until she was unfortunately side-tracked by some rather unsavory people. It was around this time that she met Roman and Sheogorath. They were of the first people to encourage her rash decisions and violent behavior. The three met at tavern, and immediately hit it up.
It started with Nancy’s death. A low down homeless man had taken to shooting Nancy down when the old mare was out grazing in the pastures. The man had planned to take some of the horse meat as food, and sell the rest for whatever money he could receive. Unfortunately, Taboa had been there to witness it. She had managed to scare the man off of the family’s property, but failed to catch him the first encounter.
Heart-broken and griefed, Taboa had sat in her room for days on end, lamenting and refusing to speak to anyone. In a fit of desperation, she had vented all of her issues to Sheogorath, who slyly suggested that she find Nancy’s killer and repay him tenfold. It was perfect. It was reasonable. It was the answer to all of her questions. She would avenge Nancy and she would feel better.
Over the next few days, Taboa and Sheogorath tracked down the man like a pair of hounds until they managed to corner him in the suburbans bordering on Taboa’s farm. Relentlessly, Taboa had attacked and beaten the man, screaming at him, until she ended his life with a knife to the throat. She revelled in the act. With adrenaline rushing through her veins, she was shocked at the utter relief and victory she felt.
And it was from that day on, that nothing was the same.
Taboa, Sheogorath and Roman formed a ‘band’ of sorts. The trio were known to execute acts of escapades and extreme violence. Taboa had been hesitant of these actions at first, but determined to please her friends and show her worth, she was quick to conform and shove down her guilt. She was, after all, an impressionable youth back then. Influenced by these bad people, she began deviating from her family. By the time her family realized the damage Taboa had done, she was an adult. They no longer had any power over her, but they were relentless in their efforts to get her to stop her bad habits. Countless visits, texts, emails, etc, had swarmed Taboa and only served to drive the gap between her and her parents wider When they began to realize the extent of Taboa’s executed adventures, they grew to horrified to even recognize or connect to their once innocent baby child. Eventually, Taboa got fed up to the point where she had isolated herself from her family.
The group’s chaotic tyranny ended when Sheogorath was captured by an old group of bandits that he had pissed off in the past, leaving Roman and Taboa behind and the group broken. Taboa refused to acknowledge the fact that her long time friend might be dead, killed by the bandits that had taken him away. It was a possibility that still niggled at the back of her mind.
Left with Roman, the two set off for Badland's territory when they caught wind of their old friend being alive.
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