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Name: Roland Laurence Taylor
Date of Birth: July 25, 1783
Father: Mr. Hue Taylor (1737 - 1793 )
Mother: Mrs. Samantha Taylor (1765 - )
Brother: Lewis Taylor (1785 - )
Wife: Lady Priscilla Tanaquil (1789 - 1807)
Son: Henry Taylor (1806 - )
Roland was born into the loving home of Sir Hue Taylor, a famed naval engineer and his longtime sweetheart Lady Samantha Taylor. Two short years later, just before his younger brother Lewis was born, his father passed away. He was too young to remember his father but Sir Hue had made a lasting impression on his mother and she kept his memory alive. Lady Samantha always encouraged her sons to dream big like their father, and overtime became disappointed when neither of them showed the brilliance of Sir Hue.
Although the family could live comfortably, Lady Samantha abhorred idleness, and Roland was pressed into attending Cambridge despite his disinclination. It was his mother's hope that he would study engineering, and that through his studies, he would suddenly reveal his natural gift for the subject. But her designs were in vain, and after a brief period and a small fortune, Roland dropped out and occupied himself with frequent visits to London. His younger brother, equally convinced to make something with his life, went into the navy.
At the age of three and twenty Roland fell intensely in love with Baroness Priscilla Tanaquil. Above his rank in many regards save one, she was equally as silly and the pair married. Soon after the Baroness produced his first son, Henry. Both were doting parents, and less than a year later found them awaiting their next child. However, this was not meant to be and Lady Priscilla died tragically in childbirth. Heartbroken, Roland stayed walled up in the country for four years. He occupied his time with hunting, fishing, and avoiding his overbearing mother who had taken on the full care of Henry, and at times, himself.
Standing taller than most ladies at five foot four inches, Roland has a lean build that is shown best in a simply tailored coat, but occasionally when his pocketbook is ready and his will is weak he has been convinced of the latest dandy styles. Handsome yet retaining a sense of youth, with curly dirty blond locks and dusty blue eyes he wears a pleasant expression that can only be achieved from a man who has lived a carefree lifestyle.
In social situations Roland can charm with the best of them, until he gets bored. Then his lack of sense and general ineptitude rears its head. He loathes dull moments, bores, crying and unpleasantness, and will always attempt to remedy the situation with an ill placed joke or antic that, although harmless, generally offends. This is likely due to a naivety that he has never outgrown. At fragile moments, he can be easily manipulated and pressured for good or evil.
Roland is always up for a party with an almost boyish delight for simple amusements. He willingly partakes in music and dancing (although he is terrible at both). He also likes a good game of billiards and happily loses at gambling. In the country, all sports are good sports. His favorite line is “Jolly good!.”
Even with the the death of his beloved wife, Roland retains the optimism of his youth. Light-hearted and cheerful, one would think him unaffected by the late Priscilla. But in rare, dark moments, the romantic side of him will cause a fit of brooding and depression that reduces him to an invalid, complete with dramatic poetry. He loves freely, easily, and is always happy to meet new acquaintances.