Post by ac on Jan 20, 2013 4:32:40 GMT -5
* maxwell j. moran ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Maxwell James Moran
NICKNAMES Max, Mack, Moran.
DATE OF BIRTH December, 13.
AGE fifteen
GRADE/YEAR tenth
ELEMENT fire
SEXUALITY straight
MARITAL STATUS single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Niall Horan
EYE COLOUR Blue/Silver
HAIR COLOUR Blonde/Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT five foot seven & one hundred and fifty pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
- a small scar over his lip
- heterochromie: right eye is blue, left eye is silver
CLOTHING STYLE in all honesty, aside from a t-shirt, tapered skinny jeans, high tops, and the occasional plaid shirt, he really doesn't have a set in stone style; it's more of whatever becomes readily available.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- loyalty: he is absolutely, infuriatingly loyal to those close to him. like, the level of loyalty one might find in the family dog.
- sweetheart: he really is a bonafide romantic if you play your cards right, though this isn't something he's steadily showing.
- confidence: while this could be both positive and negative, he's confident, be it in himself, or his friends, by necessity.
- Humor: though it's certainly of the twisted variety. sure, it's all fun in games with a certain few, cross him the wrong way and it's like facing the bully during a game of dodge-ball.
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Blame: that's just it, he doesn't know how to take it. even if he were to get caught, he'd sooner pawn the responsibility on some unfortunate lad walking by. unless, of course, it was to save or protect those he was close to.
- Temper: and boy, does he have a shoddy one. if he gets lit up (metaphorically speaking, of course.) his sense of morality comes to a screeching halt, and he doesn't very much care for other people's feelings. he holds a grudge like an ornery old woman, too.
- Possessive: what's his is his and he really doesn't like sharing.
- Arrogance: he's got a nasty case of 'mine's bigger than yours'.
- Guarded: and perhaps a little too well. even among his... closest friends, he never acts truly like himself, and he never lets anyone close enough to see who he really is.
- Blunt: He doesn't beat around the bush, and he isn't afraid to let everyone know what he thinks.
LIKES
- Singing
- Sports: he's really a jack of all trades if you exclude swimming...
- Talking: there really isn't a thing he likes more than the sound of his own voice.
- Getting away with things: right up there with talking, he gets a kick out of seeing other people getting in trouble for the things he did.
- Animals: ;u; he's a secret softy for them.
- Girls: you know, the pretty ones. or you know, the ones who do his schoolwork for him...
DISLIKES
- Swimming: flapping your arms around in water is utterly pointless, you know.
- Water Elementals: being that peppy, it just can't be healthy.
- School: or maybe it's just that he has to concentrate on something other than music or video games.
- People hearing him sing: It's just his thing, you know?
- Large and obnoxious crowds: that don't include him and his friends, mind you. go home crowd, you're drunk.
- His father.
STRENGTHS
- he knows how to cuss in Irish slang: is this even a strength? to him it is.
- Physical Strength: yeah, it doesn't seem like it, does it? but he can easily hold his own.
- Independent: self explanatory, yeah?
- Good listener: yeah, i'm surprised too. but if you manage to get close to him, he could listen to your problems for days on end.
WEAKNESSES
- His older brother: there is no worse feeling, than to be stuck in someone's shadow, always being compared to them, and knowing you're a complete disappointment for being different.
- Open mouth insert foot syndrome: he often speaks before thinking something over.
- Apathy: unless they're a close friend, he's completely indifferent to other people's feelings.
- Emotionally Stinted: aside from the basic angry, happy, sad, emotions, he doesnt know how to express them. something like love or adoration are foreign to him, and he gets horribly awkward when confronted with them, so he avoids them.
- Galeophobic: he's seen Jaws, toothy things scare the life right out of him.
- His father.
FEARS
- Sharks: hand in hand with weaknesses, even shows about sharks give him the creeps.
- Commitment: he's afraid of getting close to people, which is exactly what commitment entails.
- His father, the colonel.
- Deep water: even thinking about it is suffocating.
BEST MEMORY
Entering the academy and escaping from his overbearingly pristine family
WORST MEMORY
He had come home late one time, and his father took away his best friend (his dog ;u;) and sent it to the pound.
LONG-TERM GOAL
To watch his father burn. just kidding. He really wants to come to terms with how utterly screwed up he is.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHERSinead Quin O'Shea (49), Lawyer.
FATHER William Ray Moran (46), Army Colonel.
SIBLINGS MacCully Hugh Moran (25), Medical Intern.
OTHER Georgina Mae Caldwell (65), somewhat of a 'grandmother' to him. He often ran to her when he couldn't hack it.
HISTORY
(pre-birth) - his father, William Moran, was an American Army Colonel stationed in Dublin, Ireland. his mother, Sinead O'Shea, was an aspiring lawyer interning at a small firm in Tullamore, Ireland. William met Sinead on the perchance encounter in the local pub when William was on leave. It was a complete whirlwind romance, and completely backwards. Just a few months into their rocky relationship, Sinead fell pregnant with MacCully, and William, under moral obligation, was forced to take Sinead as his wife. William got assigned to the small station just outside Tullamore so he might be closer to his stumbled-upon family, and it wasnt long before both he and Sinead climbed the social ladder at work; Sinead becoming the go-to lawyer, and William eventually being annointed a Colonel in the Army.
(1-10yr.) - he had been born in a small town just outside of Tullamore, Ireland to Sinead O'Shea and Will Moran, and everything had been set in stone for Maxwell. His maternal grandparents were both Fire elementals, his mother was a Fire elemental, and his father, a Thunder. And for the most part, Max led a pretty average life for a child. he ran around with his friends, he made jokes, he played sports. but something had always been off about him, he always took things too far; whenever they played tag, where normally getting tagged meant getting tapped on the shoulder, he would go out of his way and intentionally become 'it' just to have an excuse to push someone down.
(11-13yr.) - all was not quiet on this particular front. as the years trudged on, Max found himself in the increasing shadow of his elder brother, who had just graduated from college, and was now a practicing medical intern at the local clinic. but eventually, his father got reassigned to a base in northern Washington, and sent his mother and Maxwell to stay with an old friend of the family's up in Canada.
(14-15yr.) - With his fourteenth birthday, came the granting of newfound abilities, and Max was quickly enrolled (dumped, rather) in the academy. for the most part he warded many off, but eventually he came to make a select few friends, though as the first year wore on, it became clear that Max was in for a handful.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Taylor
YOUR AGE 19!
RP EXPERIENCE 7+ years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? It's all Chase's fault.
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLENo one ever paid much attention to him, and if they did, it was only for a fleeting moment before they quickly moved to cower behind closed and locked doors. Not that, you know, he minded being ignored by the common rabble that loitered the streets of this broken city. After all, he had come here for a purpose. To vanquish, to put out the incessantly annoying fire that his brother had so devotedly become. "Come out, Wesley, I lack the time to waste on your childish games.". serpentine fingers intertwined with each other behind his back as he shifted back onto his heels, the corner of his mouth twisting upwards into a devilish sneer. a thick, murky cloud of smog seemed to seep from every pore of his body, as pupils narrowed into slits and he adopted a rather.... demonic look to him, simmering only when his younger brother stepped out of the shadows. "That's a good boy, wouldn't want to keep father waiting, now, would we?". and that was that, Gabriel was only playing messenger between the unholy father and his wayward and deviating youngest son. "He was not pleased to see you gone, dear brother. And what excuse do you have in store for him this time? Off messing with your street-walking comrade?". Gabriel did not mask the loathing he had towards the poor and shoddy company his brother kept, and fortunately, Wesley was wise enough not to call him out on it. It certainly wouldn't have been a pretty outcome. . . . . for Wesley.
"ENOUGH!". Gabriel had quickly grown tired of Wesley never ending supply of complaints and mundane fun facts as they neared the beaten iron door to the prison-esque warehouse. "Cease your incoherant babble, or I'll shove my foot so far down your throat, you'll be dropping out my toenails for the next month.". his fingers quickly thrust forward, releasing his brother's sleeve, and hopefully sending the startled boy forward. "I will tell you only so much, Wesley. You'd better count whatever blessings you have, that Father wanted you here alive.". or else Gabriel would have surely done him in, or rather, had someone else do it for him.
