Taylor Hebert

Taylor Hebert was a below average young woman. She rarely if ever caught eyes walking down the street, and if it did happen it was because of her intense height, and not a few moments of recognition for the scariest woman from Brockton Bay, graduate of the Chicago Protectorate. Her cold demeanor was easy to explain.

Taylor was never truly happy with how she looked. She had a wide, flat, shaped face with pasty white skin, dull brown eyes and a wide mouth with thin lips.

She often kept her black hair long and curly, her biggest claim to fame in terms of femininity (in her opinion). Her body was surprisingly well kept. Her athletic torso was lean with muscle, leading up to a flat A-cup chest and a flat pancake butt she felt conscious of when not in casual clothing. Her arms (or just arm) were quite thin but muscular, and the same could be said for her thighs.

Taylor tried to take great care of her features, but she always felt awkward handling make up. She looked decent enough in baggy outfits, but blouses, skirts, dresses, and tight pants made her feel exposed. It was a rare sight to see her dress provocatively.

It also left people feeling curious and intrigued about the Queen of Escalation. More than a few wondered what her face would look like flushed with embarrassment. Some wanted to see her taken down a peg and to ride the coattails of her fame. Her friends felt some **** measures may be needed to get her to loosen up. Regardless of the reasons, there was no doubt that Taylor was seen like a butterfly in a cage by quite a large number.

Little did Taylor know, more than one thing about her would be exposed.