Editing Taylor Hebert (section)

===Civilian Identity ===
Taylor was a tall,<ref> Broomstick arms and legs, gawky, with a wide, guileless smile, her eyes just a fraction larger behind the glasses she wore, a little too old fashioned.  Her long dark curls were tied into a loose set of twin braids, one bearing a series of colorful ‘friendship braclet' style ties at the end.  Only her height gave her age away. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/interlude-19/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 19.z]]</ref> stick-thin,<ref name="I10.5e1"/><ref>A girl, skinny, but not in the attractive way you saw in magazines.  Spindly. - [http://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/04/21/sentinel-9-6/ Excerpt] from [[Sentinel 9.6]]</ref> young woman with long, curly black hair<ref name="19.ze1"/><ref name="I10.5e1">A girl with curly black hair and glasses, stick thin, hugging a red-haired girl.  The body type was a match. <br><br>[...]<br><br>The goal was always the same: to look for the girl with the slight build, curly black hair and glasses.  Taylor Hebert. - [http://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/interlude-10-5-bonus/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 10.5]]</ref><ref>Skinny teenage girl with black curly hair entering and leaving the same building that the skinny teenage villain with black curly hair was operating out of? - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/05/19/infestation-11-1/ Excerpt] from [[Infestation 11.1]]</ref><ref>Her expression was masked behind a shifting mass of bugs that moved in and out of her hairline.  Sierra couldn’t even tell where the bugs ended and the scalp began, as the small black bodies crawled into and onto the black curls. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/10/11/interlude-14/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 14.x]]</ref> and glasses. She had a thin-lipped, wide, expressive mouth she inherited from [[Anne-Rose Hebert|her mother]], and her large eyes and gawky figure made her look a lot like [[Danny Hebert|her father]].<ref name="1.1">[[Gestation 1.1]]</ref><ref name="I22">[[Interlude 22.x]]</ref> According to Wildbow's Patreon art, she has brown eyes.<ref>[https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/parahumans/images/b/b7/Taylor_hebert_by_YunYunHakusho.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20200914181936 Close-up] of Taylor pic.</ref> She was approximately 5'8 at the story's outset,<ref name="SB532"/> but grew to 5'9 at the time of her Wards physical,<ref name="25.1 e2"/> and then later 5'10.<ref name="26.2"/>

Taylor didn't wear clothes that showed skin, or bright colors. Emma presumed this was an unconscious effort to blend in or hide.<ref name="19.ze1">Taylor kneeled in the middle of a massive puddle of juices and sodas, some of it still fizzing around her.  She was drenched, head to toe, trickles still running off of the lengths of her hair.  Her style of dress had changed over the past little while, in ways Taylor probably wasn’t fully aware of.  She wore darker clothes now, cloaked herself in sweatshirts and loose fitting jeans.  Her long hair was a shield, a barrier around her face.  All measures to hide, signals and gestures of defeat.<br><br>More than that, she’d changed in behavior, had stopped fighting back. She’d stopped reacting, for the most part.  Her expression was impassive.  It took some of the fun out of it.  It was almost disappointing. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/interlude-19/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 19.z]]</ref> [[Lisa Wilbourn]] came to a similar conclusion.<ref>Your personality is reflected in your fashion choices.  Muted colors.  Brown, gray, black, white.  If you are wearing something with color to it, you’re wearing it under a sweatshirt, sweater or jacket.  Never anything that would stand out.  Never showing much skin.  While most people our age are picking clothes with the intention of defining an identity for themselves, fitting into a clique, you’re focused on staying out of sight and not attracting attention.  You’re being too cautious, overthinking things you don’t need to, always making the call to play it safe. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2011/09/27/shell-4-2/ Excerpt] from [[Shell 4.2]]</ref> At various times, she wore a brown hooded sweatshirt over a green t-shirt.<ref name="1.1"/>

As time went on and under the influence of [[Lisa Wilbourn]], she began to vary her wardrobe more. Learning to vary her appearance to blend into situations. She also grew taller and gained some muscle from her training regime and activities as a parahuman.<ref name="19.ze2">The casual display of emotion was startling.  It was equally startling when, in the moment Emma’s dad slowed the car down, Taylor’s head turned, her eyes falling on them, her head and upper body turning to follow them as they passed.<br><br>She didn’t even resemble the person Emma had known way back then, not the girl who’d approached her house after coming back from camp, and not the girl who’d been drenched in juice.  The lines of her cheekbones and chin were more defined, her skin baked to a light tan by the sun, her long black curls grown a touch wild by long exposure to wind.  Light muscles stood out on her arms as she held a box, her dad standing back to direct.<br><br>Even her clothes.  She wasn’t hiding under a hood and long sleeves.  A trace of her stomach was exposed between the bottom of her yellow tank top and the top of her jeans.  The frayed cuffs were rolled up at the bottom, around new running shoes, and neither Taylor nor her dad seemed to be paying any attention to the knife that was sheathed at her back. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/interlude-19/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 19.z]]</ref> The fact that she didn't need to turn her head to look at things gave her a false appearance of extreme confidence.<ref>She wasn’t in costume.  It was odd, seeing her approach from a distance, observing her uninterrupted over a longer span of time.  She conveyed an eerie kind of confidence that he knew she didn’t have at her core.  Some of that was how she unflinchingly looked forward.  She didn’t react as the wind blew her hair across her face, didn’t turn to look around the street as she crossed an intersection.<br><br>He might have to say something about that.  If that was her using her power to assess her surroundings and keep an eye out for trouble, she should avoid doing it when she was in civilian wear.<br><br>She stopped a short distance away, holding grocery bags in one hand and tucking her hair back into place with the other.  She wore a black tank top, jeans and rubber boots, with a sweatshirt tied around her waist.  That last article of clothing would be to conceal weapons, he guessed.  Her glasses caught the light from the sun to the west, turning almost opaque in the glare as she looked his way. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/10/25 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 15.y]]</ref>