Taylor, Daryal

[Daryal Taylor]

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DARYAL, TAYLOR
PLAYED BY :Ving Rhames[/center]


THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Daryal Joseph Taylor
NICK NAMES: Dal
PREFERRED NAME: Dal
AGE: 38
GENDER:male
OCCUPATION: Police officer NYPD
HOME REGION:Northeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Handgun/shotgun/axe

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Big, black, and bald. Muscular, and fit for his size. He has no tattoos or piercings, but has two gun shot wounds on his upper right chest. He usually keeps his back straight and walks normal.

PERSONALITY: Dal has a great and likable personality to friends and family, but also has a angry side to him as well. He is quite cocky and prideful, often trying to be the best he can be in any situation. His sense of humor comes from his mother, who always had something smart to say at the end of everything. He's very social, well before the apocalypse, and generally likes having a good laugh. His strengths lie in his determination to be a leader figure and to help out those in need, but he often gets the short end of the stick sometimes because he tends to be too trustful.

LIKES

• Sports, mainly football.
  
• Food, especially his mother's recipes.
  
• Exercise and staying active/healthy
  
• Weapons and explosions (what guy doesn't)
  
• Movies (war movies)
  

DISLIKES

• Heights
  
• Water (he can swim but hates to)
  
• Hate/malice/evil
  
• Seafood
  
• Gangster Types/thugs/wannabes
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Daryal Taylor grew up on the harsh streets of Harlem, New York with only his mother. They were poor and times were hard, so Daryal often would turn to the bad side of things. He got involved with crime and drugs, at least until his mother found out and set him straight. She brought him out of the streets and changed his life, making him want better for the both of them.
He eventually became a rookie cop and turned a new leaf in life. He gathered enough money to get his mom out of that neighborhood and into a better one, somewhere in New York City. His mother died shortly after, giving him more motivation to be a better person.
He had worked the police job with two other guys named Daryl, so everyone started calling him 'Dal' and it stuck with him.
His career kept going up as he gained a lot of respect in the community. He eventually became an undercover officer, putting his life on the line on a daily basis. He had been in many dangerous scenarios and had been shot twice before, but it never phased him and he continued working once he could.
He married happily and had a daughter, Kiera, who he loved and adored more than anything. After over ten years of marriage he separated from his wife, though, as things didn't work out. She took Kiera and moved across the country with her new man, but not out of malice...it's just the way things worked out. His job was so demanding that he had to stay in New York for awhile, but had planned on moving down across the country to live closer to his daughter. He talked to her every night and couldn't wait to see her as the arrangements were being made...but life through a curve ball at him. A BIG curve ball, as the dead began to rise.
Chaos broke everywhere and Daryal found himself stuck in the city, trying desperately to get across the country and find his little girl. He hoped and prayed she was still alive and well...somewhere.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Daryal was helping the city of New York out when the infection spread. No one really knew what to do, but he tried to help out as best he could. Things started getting crazy when riots broke out, and then people started coming back to life and eating the flesh off of the living.
His role as police officer took a standstill as everyone was in a great big panic. The streets were clustered, bodies were everywhere, and no one knew what to do.
His main priority became getting to his daughter, so he found a phone and called her. The line was breaking up, but he found out that the same infection was occurring on their side of the country as well. The last he heard was his ex-wife was taking them to a safe zone where the military would keep them, then the call was lost.
He tried to get out of the city but it was almost impossible, as the military came in and started shooting civilians and bombing the streets. Daryal found safety in the sewers for awhile with a small group of survivors, but they couldn't stay there obviously. He now seeks a way out of the city...

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: Daryal Taylor had been moving from building to building in the city, once he used up a territory's resources he moved on. He usually had been alone, but he just recently met up with a young spanish-english kid and they were held up in a department store, which is where they met. Daryal found the kid extremely annoying, but you can't really pick and choose people that are alive nowadays.

They had been staying there for awhile, unnoticed by the walking dead hordes that constantly roamed the streets outside. Soon enough their resources were spent, and it was time to move on. Every night, Daryal would look down the street and notice a flashing room light in the old radio station building not too far away. This happened until the power went out, but he knew they were still alive because he would occasionally see them waving around on the roof. That building was their next destination, but the many walkers outside proved to be a big problem.

"We go tomorrow," Daryal said.
The kid, his name was Hector, agreed. They had no choice because everything was gone, it was either risk their chances over there or risk their chances in the unknown.

They readied up in the morning, taking whatever they could with them that was useful from the store. Daryal found a nice shirt and undershirt there that actually fit his large frame. Hector had a baseball bat while Daryal supported an auto shotgun, one he had obtained long before he met the kid. He carried his handful of shells in his pockets, while the gun was fully loaded.

"What if they don't want us there?" Hector asked.
"I don't give a fuck what they want," he replied and cocked his weapon. "Head for the ladder in the alley."

Hector hit the alarm as planned and it sounded off, ringing throughout the city. The bulk of its noise came from the front of the department store as the two headed out the back and started jogging toward the radio station.

"Oh they comin' now!" Daryal yelled.
A few walkers moved for them, but they easily ran past. They made it to the alley, but did not expect the group of walkers that were randomly in there, now creeping toward them.

"Get the ladder!" Daryal yelled.
The kid jumped up on a dumpster and brought the ladder to the ground, while Daryal blasted a walkers head clean off. He reloaded and then blew a few more back with a single shot, their blood spattered all across the alley. The kid had jumped to the ground with the ladder, accidentally twisting his ankle on the way down. He shrieked in pain as Daryal emptied his shotgun into the undead, giving them a little bit of space and time. Daryal helped the kid up with his free arm, but the kid dropped again in sheer pain.

As the walkers closed in, Daryal began climbing the ladder motioning for Hector to follow him. Once he reached the scaffold he began to reload his weapon.
"Hurry up boy, hurry up!" Daryal yelled.
"I can't," Hector pleaded as the walkers closed in and swarmed him.

An un-boarded window opened up and a man in a suit looked at Daryal, then below at the walkers feasting on the poor kid. Daryal climbed in after the man.

There were a small group of survivors inside, most probably worked there before. They gladly accepted the large man which was a relief, but he soon found out that they too were low on supplies and in need of a new destination sometime in the future. After he met with them all he decided he wanted to be left alone, while he thought of that poor kid. He was annoying, but now he missed him.

In the next few days they witnessed a helicopter flying by, which gave many of them hope. Some took to putting up a sign on the roof, hoping that the helicopter would come back and save them. Moments later they heard a loud noise, and upon checking it out they saw a young blonde girl and a dog in need of assistance. The man in the suit went to open the side door for her and her pet as the others waited inside for her to enter. Food was now scarce, and they would have to figure out something to do fast, if they were to survive this.

350 WORD COUNT

PLANS: What's going to happen with your character? I don't really have any plans as I like to see what happens based on...whatever happens. But his main goal is getting to his daughter, if it's even possible.

ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: What we will refer to you as. Dal
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: rate yourself. Newbie in roleplaying, but experienced in writing.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:dying from curiosity! Browsing for zombie fun!
PASSWORD:the site password, found in the rules. *****
TIME ZONE:

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