Taylor Brown

Taylor Brown is a seven-teen-year old Greek Demigod, the daughter of Tyche and Felix Brown, a clear sighted mortal. She came to camp at ten years old

## Basic Stuff

### Alias

TayTay, Lori, Tal, Lucky, The Lady of Luck, Clover, Lucky Charm, Tyche

### Residence

Camp Olympia (Currently)Paris, France (Formerly)

## Family

### Biological Family

* Tyche (Mother)
* Felix (Father)
* Kimberly Maldonado (Half-sister)
* Plutus (Immortal half-siblings)
* Oceanids, Potamoi (Uncles and Aunts)
* (Keep in mind, I'm gonna list the Oceanids and Potamoi since I have kids for them on this sight)
* Octave Reyes (Adrasteia), Alexa Laurens (Amphitrite), Michelle Edwards (Metis), Pandora Mulligan (Philyra)

## Items

### Other Items

* Charm Bracelet
* Phone
* Earrings and necklaces

## Appearance

### Outfit

* Wears things that represent luck
* Green shirt that says “Blessed and Luck”
* Jeans
* Pink slip-on
* Different luck charms on a bracelet like a clover, cherry, dice, and horseshoes

## History

### Early Life

Taylor Brown was born to Felix Brown, a clear sighted mortal and Tyche, the goddess of luck, chance, destiny, and fortune in Paris, France on March 17, 2004. Felix was a detective in France working on a late night case when he met Taylor’s for the first and last time. He was knelt down on the carpet, taking a blood sample when a feminine hand came down on his shoulder, this was in a crime scene about half a mile from Felix’s home. He loved to be in the buzz of crime. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just talked to the suspects instead of trying to be so smart?" The soft lull of the voice rang out and Felix turned his head to see one of the most beautiful... no, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. He gave a soft smile, a lot of people came to talk to him during crime scene investigations, but most he brushed off. "You know what? I think you are probably right there...?" He left the gap for her name. "You can just call me Alto." She told him as he stood up, running a hand though his darkened hair. "And why are you here Alto?" He asked the beautiful woman, suspiciousness flooding into him like a storm after calm. "I am a detective, like you." She said and took a badge from her bag, showing it to him. He scanned his eyes over it with a small smile. "Okay then Alto, let's go solve a crime." So that was how their relationship bloomed, after a long night of interrogation, they headed back to Felix’s home for some food and a talk. a lot more ended up happening. Taylor Felicity Brown was born on a sunny day on St. Patrick’s day red cheeks and brilliant blue eyes with curly red hair. When she was delivered to Felix’s he thought she was adorable, and Felix loved her from the second he saw her. She was all the family he had, all the family he would ever have. And He would protect her to the end of the earth.

### Childhood

Taylor grew up learning French as a first language and was raised by a single father. While being the daughter of the goddess of Luck, Taylor had a somewhat unlucky childhood. Her father was always busy with the Casino, her father opened up when she was one, so Taylor was often left alone to play by herself. While playing outside of school, she would wander the streets of Paris playing with the few friends she had. When her father did have time to spend time with his daughter, the two would visit The Eiffel Tower or The Louver Museum. She attended a boarding school in a nearby town and stopped studying until her seventh birthday because a fire destroyed her school. Felix raised his daughter like how his father raised him, inducting her to the world of gambling and all its finer points. He realized early on that she had a natural talent for guessing correctly and, as time went on, grew to fully believe that her mother actually had been Lady Luck herself. The problem was that she won too often, and that garnered attention, so Taylor trained her friends how to lose and win every now and then. For the most part, Taylor wasn't much for casino gambling, which he eventually learned had killed his father. He and Taylor  spent most of their time placing bets on sporting events, including on Taylor’s second grade soccer games. One of her favorites, though, was horse racing, as she'd always wanted to learn how to race a horse. It was at one of these events, at the age of nine that she first became aware of what it meant to be a Demigod – she'd already known that she was the daughter of Tyche, having been told long ago. It was perhaps by luck that it took this long for things to come to fruition

### The Horse Race

The race started and, just as the dark horse passed her in the stands, she noticed it began to falter and sniff at the air. The jockey shouted and whipped it back into pace. Once they had made the half circuit to the other size of the track, the horse abruptly changed angle and charged across the middle island, staring – it seemed – directly at Taylor Track security was active in a moment, throwing ropes and shooting tranquilizers at the now-clearly-on-fire stallion. Its rider was screaming incoherently, at the horse for acting up and at the security for daring to mess with his horse. Didn't they know who he was? As the horse continued trying to fight its way to the stands, the jockey jumped off and started swinging madly at the security. In the confusion and panic, several people started fleeing for the exits. Felix and Taylor were among them. She didn't mention to her father that she felt that the horse was coming straight at her until several months later, after being chased off the beach by a small group of waddly fish men (Telekhines). Several similar, often-ridiculous, situations followed often the next few years, with Felix becoming increasingly concerned – both for his daughter's safety, and for his own fortune if he had to send her away. However, as they'd been escaping these attacks by sheer luck so far, he continued to place his bets on long-term survival.

### Meeting “Lizzy”

That changed when, a few days after Taylor’s tenth birthday. Felix decided to introduce his daughter to the woman that he'd been seeing for a few months. This new woman, “Lizzy,” took one good luck at Taylor and sprouted snake legs. Go figure, right? “Lizzy,” no doubt, didn't approve of Taylor taunting her as she dodged her around the apartment, pointing out that there two S sounds in her middle name “Felicity” not ten. Felix attempted to help, but was way out of his depth and knocked aside with ease As luck would have it, dinner was on and, while fleeing through the kitchen, Taylor grabbed a boiling pot of spaghetti noodles and flung it at her attacker. “Lizzy” reeled back, screaming bloody murder as the smell of her burning flesh filled the immediate area. Taking advantage of the delay, Taylor  decided to push her advantage. Taking note of the age-old tradition that fire = pain, she grabbed hold of the cooking oil on the counter and flung it wildly at the recovering dragon woman. As the now-enraged snake lady made another charge, now far more hideous under the effects of the attack, Taylor jumped to the side, spinning to grab onto her attacker and force her arm into the fire still lit on the stove's range.

“Lizzy,” now screaming even louder as the majority of her upper-body was covered in flame, turned and ran from the house, leaving a trail of burning furniture. Felix woke shortly thereafter to his daughter smacking his face and sobbing that the house was on fire. Finally conscious, but bruised badly, he jumped to his feet to lead her outside. Once she made it outside, he insisted she stay there and ran back inside. When Felix finally emerged from the house, his clothes ashen and burned, he was coughing endlessly and clutching a colorful umbrella. He managed to hand it off to his daughter before the paramedics practically dragged him back to be placed on a gurney and hauled to the hospital. With the paramedics' blessing, Taylor rode in the back with him, staring angrily between her father and the umbrella. Seriously? An umbrella?

### Heading to Camp

Later that day, in a momentary gasp of consciousness, Felix pointed to the umbrella leaning against the wall of his hospital room and wheezed the words “Open it,” before promptly passing back out. Still frustrated, she dismissed the order and continued sitting over the bed, a mixture of fear and anger. When hours had passed and she decided to get some fresh air, she finally decided to open the bloody umbrella. As expected, it opened into...an umbrella, with a folded piece of paper inside. Opening the paper, she read: “Taylor darling – I've left this enchanted parasol in your father's care to be given to you when you need it. He probably won't think to give this to you before then, so if you're reading this, you've experienced your first monster attack. Please, don't wait for the second! There is a place, a camp, where you will be safe in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California. Look for the Hollywood sign. You'll find it – you have my natural talents. Be safe! I love you! Yours truly, Mom PS: Don't push the button again unless something's trying to kill you! PPS: Go now! Stop standing there!” After a night of contemplation, Taylor  finally realized she couldn't risk bringing another attack to her father's hospital room, and didn't have anywhere else to go to with their house in smoldering ruins. Leaving the note in the care of a nurse who promised to give it to her father, with a small apology added by herself, she left to look for the camp. She managed to get to the Mid City West, a neighborhood near Hollywood with the credit card her father kept filled with her gambling wins, but wasn't certain where else to go.

She strolled past an antique shop named “Lucky Finds” and, lacking any other idea, put her faith in the fortune of extraordinary coincidence. As incredible coincidence would have it, as soon as she walked in, the store's new clerk recognized her and leapt over the counter to slam the door shut, turning the lock and flipping the sign to “CLOSED '' in one fluid motion. By the time Taylor had a chance to look at him, he'd already enclosed her in the store. Primarily, she noticed the young man had freaking goat legs. Not again!” she screamed, spinning to run in any direction her legs would take her in. “No, no, stop!” the goat-legged boy cried, effortlessly blocking her path again. “I'm not a monster! I'm a satyr!" “What the hell is a satyr?” she cried, pushing the umbrella's button the first time to open the canopy. “Half man, half goat,” he said, his eyebrows scrunching skeptically as though that should have been (and was) obvious. “Obviously,” Taylor , hitting the button again and hoping for the best. Immediately, the handle under her hand turned to a hard wood, and the canopy became a reddish metal. She slid her right arm through the loops that she assumed were for her arm as she yanked the handle away from the shield, unveiling a short, thin bronze polearm. The satyr paused, smiling admiringly. “Oh man, that's cool.” He said. “Get back!” she growled, jabbing the air with the blade. Remembering that he was in a dangerous situation, he stepped back, throwing his hands up in protest. “No, no, wait, stop! You're here looking for camp, right? Right! Tyche's daughter! She sent me!”

“...My mom sent a man-goat?” Taylor asked. “Hey, now,” he sneered, offended. “Sorry.” Taylor said. “It's fine.” The Satyr said, accepting her apology. An awkward silence followed before Taylor finally remembered what was happening. “Hey, wait, why should I believe you?” She asked. “What are your instincts telling you?” he asked, already triumphant in his tone. She paused and thought about it. “To take the chance.” She said, with a bit of confidence in her voice “I'll take the chance,” she said, lowering her arms. “Uhm. How do I turn this back into an umbrella?” she asked looking at the blade “Got me,” he replied, “but let's keep it that way, anyway, just in case.” A few hours of cautious travel later, and some strange looks from the occasional pedestrian, they finally came across The Hollywood sign and Satyr beckoned Taylor to follow him as he goes behind the first "L" of the Hollywood sign. As Taylor followed, she noticed some graffiti that transformed into the words "For those who wish for a safe life. Cross over and have no fear." One she crossed, the satyr led her to the entrance to The Big House before dismissing himself, cautioning her as she left that she needs to be more trusting and less prone to stabbing things.

## Personality

Taylor has a very cheerful personality, she also has a very lucky personality, she is loyal, kind, and brave, and when she’s around her friend good things come their way. She likes to spar with Gabriel and she is very competitive. Like Gabe, she often leaps before she looks and knows how to defend herself. She hates it when people take advantage of her kindness and can and will hurt someone if they hurt anyone she loves. To some students, talking to her is a gamble. One day, she can be her happy-go-lucky self but when someone sets her off, she tends to lash out at people and that ends up bringing them bad luck. She is sometimes stubborn and likes to do things herself which is sometimes good but it can be dangerous if she doesn’t let her friends help in times of need. Other than that, she is very friendly and kind to those she trusts.Having been raised by a father that lived for sports, Taylor tends to be fairly competitive herself and participates in several different things, most notably football (American soccer) and BMX. She enjoys challenging others to random games, sporty and otherwise, and is quick to taunt others playfully. That said, she has more respect for the naturally-dedicated than the naturally-gifted, and though she will gladly poke affectionate fun at the former the most, she tends to root more for the underdog than the obvious bet. Taylor has always had exceptional luck. This has given her a carefree, relaxed personality. She's a good friend and there for her friends although sometimes prone to pushing them to take more risks and gently causing mischief (with a luck charm or two). She is a very energetic person. She is always willing to help a friend, or even brighten their day with a laugh or two. She is normally a very upbeat kind of person, but she wont hesitate to put someone in their place with a few harsh words and some snappy/sassy comebacks, she is also very sarcastic towards mostly everything and everyone.

### Fatal flaw

Taylor's fatal flaw is impulsiveness/recklessness. She often acts and says things without thinking and this often get's her in trouble. She is also prone to stabbing things.

## Appearance

Taylor, while being from France is described to look like someone from Ireland with a tall, slim frame with frizzy red hair, a freckled face, and bright blue eyes. She likes to wear a green shirt that says “Blessed and Luck”, jeans, pink slip-on, and different luck charms on a bracelet like a clover, cherry, dice, and horseshoes. She also wears earrings and necklaces. Taylor also often has different shades of pink and green in her clothes

## Powers and Abilities

### Tyche Kid Powers

* She has the power of tychokinesis, or the ability to control luck itself.
* She has the ability to summon a Cornucopia for a variety of purposes.
* She is able to bestow good luck on others.
* She is able to bestow bad luck on others.
* Whe she has bad stuff happen to herself, bad things tend to happen to the people around her.
* When good things happen to her good things happen to the people around her.
* She gives good luck to the people who she is fighting with and bad things happen to those who she is fighting against.
* She sometimes accidentally bestow bad luck on people and things that make her angry/frustrated.
* She can teleport, but mostly it is just short range to the places that are in her line of sight.

### General Abilities

* ADHD: Taylor's supernatural alertness and keen senses that keep her ready for, and alive, in battle
* Willpower: Taylor has great will power
* Swordsmanship: Taylor is a natural sword user
* Knife throwing: Taylor is skilled a knife throwing
* Fighting skills: Taylor has shown to have amazing fighting skills
* Strategic thinking: Taylor is shown to have great strategic thinking
* Superhuman strength: Being a demigod, Taylor is stronger than the average mortal
* Superhuman durability: Being a demigod, Taylor is more durable than the average mortal
* Superhuman agility: Being a demigod, Taylor is more is more agile than the average mortal
* Superhuman reflexes: Being a demigod, Taylor's reflexes are faster than an average mortal

## Relationships

### Friends

#### The Jr. Olympians

The Jr. Olympians, or The JO, are some of Taylors closest friends. Originally, it was made up consisting of the ten sons and four daughters of The Fourteen Olympians, but it later included some of the minor Olympians as well, (ex, Eris, Enyo, Hecate, Thanatos etc). They're a close tight group of friends and they are respected a lot by the camp

### Family

#### Tyche (Mother)

Tyche absolutely adores and loves her daughter. Same thing the other way around. Their relationship is great, and Hecate absolutely dotes on her daughter. By 'doting', I mean left to her own devices. Of course Tyche still gives advice to her daughter and will punish Taylor if she does something bad

#### Felix (Father)

In the past, the two were very close and loved each other a lot. Felix was protective of his daughter. Taylor has good terms with her father only now they don't have much communication due to her very long (or even lifelong) training and fighting as a demigoddess. She is very close to him.

## Etymology

The meaning is derived from an English family name, meaning "cutter of cloth". The Old French word tailleor means "tailor".

From the Middle English br(o)un, deriving from Old English or Old French Brun, and meaning "brown," as in the color, this descriptive surname (or nickname) refers to the color of an individual's complexion, the color of their hair, or even the color of the garments they wore most often.

## Trivia

1. Taylor’s only two rules about music are that no two songs on her phone can sound the same, and they all had to be strange.
2. Taylor looks more like the stereotypical Irish person (ie. red hair, blue eyes, and freckled skin), however, she was born in France
3. Taylor can speak French since she grew up in France unlike some campers such as Max or Piper Perez who speak it since their mothers are the Greek and Egyptian goddesses of Love and French is considered “the Language of Love”
4. Taylor has stated while Aphrodite is her grandmother, she looks like she could be her sister
5. Taylor’s luck powers tend to be around her mood
	* If something good happens to Taylor, good things happen to the people around her
	* If something bad happened to Taylor, bad things happen to the people around her
6. Taylor has stated that her hair is so thick and wild, she has broken at least five hairbrushes just trying to get ready in the morning
7. Taylor primarily speaks French, though she does switch to English a lot
8. Taylor was a fan of horseback riding, however, she stopped riding after her first monster attack when she was around eight or nine years old