Maxwell Drake Clayton
Oct 29, 2013 18:47:19 GMT -5
Post by Maxwell Clayton on Oct 29, 2013 18:47:19 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Maxwell Drake Clayton.
Nicknames: Max (he prefers Maxwell),
Age: Eighteen.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Desired Rank/Job: Student.
Powers: Fire Breathing.
Side effects include a chronic cough, dry-mouth, chapped lips, dulled taste buds, a persistent scent of smoke, occasional “puffs” of smoke exhalation, temporary asphyxiation while using his powers, and shortness of breath after using his powers.
Maxwell’s lungs are able to create a flammable hydrocarbon gas upon command as well as heat up to high enough temperatures to cause ignition. Maxwell can then exhale the flames with limited control.
In order to inhale enough oxygen for complete combustion, Maxwell must take as deep a breath as he can. When breathing normally, Maxwell’s lungs process oxygen like normal human lungs do. However, when his lungs create “his fuel” as he calls it, they stop processing oxygen. This is why after using his powers Maxwell is short of breath since using his powers is similar to asphyxiation. His body is temporarily cut off from oxygen. Maxwell cannot kill himself this way since his body involuntarily forces him to exhale after a few seconds from producing his fuel. It is not a pleasant experience.
Occasionally, Maxwell’s lungs leak trace amounts of his fuel. When this happens, there is a significantly incomplete combustion due to the small volume of fuel and because a normal breath isn’t big enough to inhale enough oxygen. This produces small “puffs” of smoke which Maxwell exhales. Also, sudden and uncontrollable sneezes are able to produce small, lower temperature flares from time to time. Over the last year, Maxwell has trained himself to control the latter part of this problem and almost has! The smoke puffs are another matter, however...
Along with his fire breathing, Maxwell’s entire respiratory system as well as his chest cavity is completely fireproof and highly heat resistant. However the rest of his body is normal. Maxwell is not immune to his own fire and he cannot control it in any way other than exhaling it.
Play By: Cillian MurphyThe DetailsHair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? A dragon between his shoulder blades.
Any Scars? A one inch scar along his left thumb joint and a two inch scar on the left side of his left knee. He also has several burn marks around his body.
General Appearance:
Maxwell rarely wears colors beyond black, gray, and white. His clothing is also always practical but with a range of styles. He tends to wear the same clothing, the clothing he's fond of, if he can get away with it. A particular black coat, or a worn pair of pants. Maxwell also owns a few different articles of the same clothing due to his sentimentality to them. Lastly, most of his clothing smells of smoke, both cigarette or a sort of charcoal based smoke.
He holds himself in a manner matching his usual calm and content personality but also with very little emotion. Maxwell’s posture is loose and lazy, as if his own movements are made only after resisting and arguing brain before giving up and being forced to comply. Whenever he can, he leans on something instead of standing, slouches while sitting, and even sprawls out fully when laying down.
A habit Maxwell has is simply moving his eyes to look at something to towards someone while talking to them, rather than shifting his head towards whatever he's looking at as well. This tends to give off, again, an indifference towards his surroundings.
Personality:
As mentioned above, Maxwell is usually calm and collected. His usual expression is not one of depression, but does navigate the borderlands between that and simple indifference towards his surroundings. Maxwell is very nonchalant, and his attitude in life could be summarized by the word: “…meh.” Add in a dash of cynicism along with a veiled sense of sentimentality and nostalgia, and there you have it.
Maxwell accepted what he sees as his role in life and doesn’t seek to avoid it or change it, for better or for worse. Maxwell is at peace with himself, or at least tries to force his mind to believe that.
This is because while it is very difficult to make Maxwell angry, in the rare cases that it happens it comes completely without warning. There is no build up, there aren’t any signs to forecast it; he just snaps in a rather vicious and sometimes violent rage. Luckily, like most of his emotional outbursts, his anger doesn’t last long nor does he let it or whatever happens during it linger.
Like his anger, Maxwell finds it difficult to express his emotions… at least properly. He is very slow to act on his feelings, hesitant but never really shows it. This is true in most regards, from affection to sadness.
Behind this collected demeanor is a young man who is very sentimental and strongly swayed by nostalgia. While he has accepted his future and finds it easy to move on from things like arguments, failures, and such, he finds it much harder to let go of things he cares about. Maxwell is known for hanging onto keepsakes, and his feelings towards others last a very long time despite his attempts to conceal them when he wants to.
Lastly, Maxwell’s indifferent attitude is what leads a rather rebellious nature. His rebelliousness is not outspoken, or loud, or in your face, or for a purpose; he will calm and quietly break the rules with nothing much more than a faint smile. As to why? Well, because he really doesn’t care. This is most commonly through his habit of smoking cigarettes. When on campus and in need of a cigarette (which by law he can have, but not on campus) Maxwell will try and have one anyway, where and when he can.Your VicesLikes: Cold weather, spicy food, comic books, video games, poker, cigarettes, history, geography, rock music, long boarding, playing the drums.
Dislikes: Carbonated drinks, hyper people, the police, country music.
Strengths: Thinks well under pressure, is good at settling arguments, and takes criticism very well.
Weaknesses: Expressing his emotions (properly), nostalgic, and he has many acquaintances but few friends.
Fears: Drowning.
Secret: He once started a fire in an abandoned warehouse after his powers first manifestedFamily TiesFather:Gary Clayton
Mother: Lucy Clayton
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People:Panther, a stray black cat he adopted just after moving off campus.
History
Maxwell Drake Clayton is the son of a retired salesman and a florist. Growing up in Portland, Oregon, Maxwell was saturated in his home city’s unique and frankly weird culture way before it was cool. His parents in life philosophy was to “move on,” something Maxwell absorbed quickly as a child.
His family was in a sort of bubble, economically. They weren’t poor, but since Maxwell’s parents had him later in their life (his father is over 70), his father was already retired when Max was a young child and his mother owned a small flower shop near downtown Portland. They made enough to live somewhat comfortably, but only just enough. The Clayton’s made do with what they had, and were content with what they had. This also had a very significant influence on Maxwell’s current mentality.
When it came to friends, for that matter, Maxwell had very few… at least, not what most would consider friends. Maxwell got along with many circles, and different cliques, at school. They were acquaintances, they knew him and he knew them, but he never delved deeper than that except for a few occasions. His best friend, Kelly, was like a sister to him since kindergarten but after she moved during middle school, the two had limited contact. Since then Maxwell has had a difficult time finding someone he can really call a “friend.”
As listed above, one of his secrets is that soon after his powers manifested, Maxwell started a fire an old warehouse. It used to be one of Maxwell’s hangouts, a place he would go to “release steam.” Always one to hide most of his emotions or at least not really be able to express them properly, Maxwell would hide away alone, walking by himself during the weekends for miles and miles. One day, after getting in his first (and relatively last) fight with a bully, he vented his anger in the warehouse. In a loud yell of frustration, the emotional stress manifested his fire breathing and he set the warehouse ablaze. No one was injured, but Maxwell was able to flee the scene in time, and to this day he keeps this secret to himself.
Soon after that, Maxwell was sent to the Hammel Institute. Now in his senior year, Maxwell moved off campus on his 18th birthday, just before the school year started. His goal in life is simple: finish school, go to college, get a degree in education, and come back to Hammel to teach history or something. It’s a simple goal and one he’s quite content with. His rebellious side has his own teachers (perhaps) questioning his choice of career…
Notable events that have happened to Maxwell during his time at Hammel so far include:
Maxwell was with Kamillia Engle at a party and the emotional surge made his lungs leak smoke... while making out with the poor girl.
Accidentally starting a fire in the library last year after a particularly vicious sneeze due to a cold; the fire was quickly extinguished, but it was a rather embarrassing event. Also, because of his past in setting the warehouse on fire, it brought back bad memories.
Other Events, should people want them to become implied RP history – will add them as they are plotted/planned/what have you.Roleplay ExampleNew York City, New York
5:30 AM
Growing up in Chicago, David was used to the fact that cities never slept. Even at this early hour New York City was alive and kicking with car horns, street lights, and the ever present people. The last of the bunch were few and far between compared to normal though, the morning’s brisk air drove most that were even awake back inside. Not David Alleyne. The cold was simply a small price to pay for the benefits he received.
As David swiped the key card to his local gym’s door, received he did indeed. A smile crept up his face at the sight of a near empty gym, even though he had expected as much. A quick nod to the man at the front desk was all David needed before finding his usual spot near the back. The gym was rather large and the few benches at the back rarely had people around them, specifically within thirty feet; a very important distance for the mutant known as Prodigy.
The morning’s workout was to be his usual and was quite simple in the mind of David. He was used to routines but then again his definition of simple was different than most. Setting down the black briefcase he had brought, David removed his laptop and opened the screen.
Start > Programs > Microsoft Online Chess
David set up the game almost instinctively. After all this was one of his few remaining long time endeavors. Chess was much more engaging with actual pieces to be felt by the fingers and an opponent to look eye to eye with, yes, but the global scale this program gave David equal gains such as the ability to play an old college friend Chang-Sun Park from across the world.
Options > Voice Commands: On > New Game > Connect
Waiting for his friend to connect, David took the time to stretch. Truthfully part of him despite having dreamed up this exercise but he knew such demands were nothing compared to what he could face in the future. David was training his body and mind to work at their peak together without crossing interference.
Opponent Ready: Begin?
Wringing out his hands, David clicked *Yes* and quickly turned the screen away from him. He then got on his hands and knees and took a deep breath.
*White to E4*
At the sound of the computers monotone announcing the first move, David began his workout starting with push-ups. For the next few hours he changed from work out to work out but always announcing his moves when required. To David there were few better ways to train beyond a simulator the skills he had been given by SHIELD. Field work had been few and far between for the Prodigy but the mutant had others harden his condition.
As time passed the exercise got harder and harder. The longer the game took the more spent David became. His muscles started to quiver and ache but his mind had to ignore it. Chang-Sun and David were avid chess players; to them it was no mere game. From one side of the friendship the two were equally skilled. From the other’s well, David never mentioned what he did while playing chess with his friend. He never cared for bragging.
As the final pieces moved into the place, David felt his muscles burn. Sweat dripped from his brow and fell in time with the light morning rain. New York would not see a sunrise today. The pain was a familiar one but a required one. It was also nothing compared to what he had experienced as of late. The torture rooms of Skrullos made a gym seem like vacation in Bermuda.
That was why he was there after all. Skrullos. SHIELD had rarely expected him to keep up such rigorous shape, utilizing his skills more internally rather than externally. He was their Prodigy to analyze and assess. But no more would David loyally follow orders given by those he no longer trusted nor felt they were in the right. He had been gimped from the beginning, both since his resistance towards his powers and his joining of SHIELD. David knew that he could have a long way to go to prove his usefulness to those that he felt deserved it, but he would earn it. He always earned it.What About You?Name: Cal works for me!
Age: Twenty Three
Experience: 5 years on forums, 8 years in MMOs
How Did You Find Us? Search Engines
Ready To Play? BLARGH! (That is zombie for YES!)
