Madison Taylor | |
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Portrayed By | Michael Clarke Duncan |
Gender | Male |
Species | Lawyer |
Date of Birth | December 10th, 1957 |
Age | 43 |
Zodiac Sign | Sagittarius |
Aliases | Maddy |
Place of Birth | Los Angeles, CA |
Current Location | Los Angeles, CA |
Occupation | Personal Injury Lawyer for Wolfram & Hart |
Known Relatives | Shirley Taylor (Mother) |
Significant Other | Too many honeys to count |
Special Powers | Legal Upgrade |
First Appearance | Service With A Smile |
Putting the personal injury back into personal injury lawyer.
History
Madison was brought kicking and screaming into this world on December 10th, 1957. His mother, one Miss Shirley Taylor was unmarried, a drug addict, and didn't pay much attention to the gender of the baby boy she just had. (Hence the name.) The single mother raised her boy on foodstamps, welfare and charity.. she also depended on the neighbors to help keep an eye on young Madison, since most of the cash she had was spent on drugs.
Madison tried to be a good boy to his mama. He stayed away from gangs and from a young age, was tending to her, rather than the other way around. Since he attended a poor inner city school in LA, there wasn't much in the way of official programs. He and his classmates formed their own teams for sports. Football being his favorite and owing to his size, he was always called upon for linebacking.
Due to his mother's example, he stayed away from drugs and alcohol. It would have earned him some flak at school, except for his size. Once he hit puberty it was as if he showed no signs of stopping in his growth. Along with shooting up in height, he was packing on the muscle, improvising as best as he could with weightlifting. His grades throughout school were okay, nothing that would get him into college on a scholarship though.
He worked a lot of odd jobs to support himself and his mother upon graduating high school. Madison mainly wound up with bodyguard and bouncer work.. which led to him being noticed by Wolfram & Hart. One particular night on bouncer duty at a posh club, he unknowingly tossed out a pair of nasty soul sucking demons out on their asses in front of a pair of lawyers. Instead of finding himself sued, he was offered a job.
The standard contracts were signed in blood, Madison was provided a legal upgrade. Said upgrade did have an annoying side issue. It gave him an affinity and talent for golf. Which turned out to be an okay game, not his usual taste, but the assortment of clubs /do/ come in handy. Not to mention he has an exclusive membership to The Bel-Air Country Club. (Oh the celebrity honeys he's tapped because of the membership and the stars he's gotten to hang with.)
But back to the legal upgrade and his work for Wolfram & Hart. There are oh so many levels to the law and he was chosen for nothing other than Personal Injury. Oh he has the knowledge for the average run of the mill meaning of that area. Yet, this is Wolfram & Hart, the usual doesn't apply here. Personal Injury takes on a whole new meaning with these guys. When they need the screws applied to someone, this is who they call in.
Along with the legal upgrade, they gave him standard demonic knowledge. Just the basics to keep him from attacking clients y'know. For a streetwise guy who is easily capable of busting heads, it was necessary and the doors opened by the law firm was a whole new world o'weird. Since he's been with the firm for about 20 years now, the freakiness has worn off and he's an old hat with LA's underworld.
Timeline
- December 5th, 2001 - Just a normal day at the office.
Quotes
- "I think you made her mad," Madison says once Lane has left the room. "Now she doesn't like us."
Trivia
- Has two pet chinchillas in his office. They're named Chuckles and Giggles. Got a problem with that? Didn't think so.
- Has a penchant for golf. Has two separate sets of clubs. One for playing and one for work.
Soundtrack
- "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones
- "TNT" by AC/DC
- "It's Bad You Know" by R.L. Burnside
- "Mack the Knife" by Bobby Darin
- "Jeepers Creepers" by Louis Armstrong