Post by Max Rose on Sept 12, 2011 23:14:03 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Maxima Serena Lupe Heluva Awesome Rose; and only three of those are made up
Nicknames: Max, because people named Maxima are asking for trouble
Age: 18
Orientation: Sexy-sexual. It's where you only screw sexy people.
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Sensation Transference, baby.
Basically, I touch people, and I pass their feelings to each other. I'm not talking about the touchy feely happy sad crap. I mean pain. Or turned-on-ness. Or that tingly feeling that happens when someone fat sits on your arm. I can sort of pass it between people. Shitty part is that it all has to go through me. Gets to be a bit addictive. Not that I'm addicted to pain or anything. That would be creepy. I'm not. seriously. But, yeah, makes me wonder what's really a sensation and what I'm just carrying from someone else. Oh, yeah, my taking away the sensation doesn't mean that it isn't happening. So that arm would still be broken, amigo.
Play By: some people say I look like Dulce Maria. Most people just go "who the hell is Dulce Maria?"
The Details
Hair Color: Currently Red.
Eye Color: Oh, I got this. Soulful orbs of swimming melted chocolate. Or for all those who haven't scooped up Twilight yet: Brown
Any Piercings? Nose, three in left ear, two in right, and I had my tongue pierced for all of like two weeks.
Any Tattoos? No, but you were totally thinking I did, didn't you?
Any Scars? Hell yeah. Got a few here and there, nothing really cool or anything though. Just what happen when you get into a few fights, you know?
General Appearance: I'm super hot and incredibly badass. I walk into a room, and everyone's like "damn, that girl is one smoking hottie. I would totally tap that if she wasn't going to beat my face in for asking." Okay, seriously? I'm, uh, like, normal height. I like to call it "well built," which mostly means "has muscles and hips." Not that skinny model crap, but I only jiggle in the good parts. Bright red hair, brown eyes, and I'm usually either smiling or beating the crap outta somebody.
Uh, I wear jeans a lot. Sometimes skirts and leggings. I like boots, so I have a few of those. Dorky t-shirts, mostly to see what the hell people will say. I've got one that's all "Friendship is magic!" It's like the best ass-kicking shirt ever. Sometimes chains, if I'm in the mood. Always the nose ring. Uh, nothing else that I can think of.
Personality: Didn't we cover this already? I'm badass and super sexy.
Okay, let's see. Uh, I like to fight, a lot. I don't see the point in not kicking people's asses. Most of them are stupid, you know? Plus they keep getting in the way. Okay, so maybe I have a little too much fun with my power. Really though, it's about the thrill. If you're not having thrills, you're not really living, you know? i also play drum and like music. Why drum? Seriously, you can't figure that out yourself?
I like to show my affection a little rougher than most. You know, hitting people I like, or hugging them a lot or something. Physical stuff. Because it's cool. or something. Bored now. I'm gonna go do the Cosmo-list of likes and dislikes now.
Your Vices
Likes:
- hitting stuff
- fighting
- drumming
- rock
- sexy people *growl*
- cool old people. You know what I'm talking about.
- using sticks in creative ways
- physical contact
- thrills
- old cartoons
- some collectable card games
- Pokemon
- My Little Pony
- oh yeah, and I like kicking people's asses too
Dislikes:
- Boring ass old music
- wimps
- turtles; they creep me out
- Bullying
- People who let people bully them
- Mr. Rogers; he's creep as fuck
- white guys who think they can rap. unless they're named Eminem
- filling out long lists
Strengths:
- hitting people
- drumming
- being awesome
- someone once said "I'm empathetic" or something.
Weaknesses:
- not being awesome? Okay, the rest will be serious
- sitting still. you know, for school and stuff.
- mostly anything involving a lot of books.
- "respecting personal boundaries" (my cousin told me to write that. Tell me it doesn't sound stupid.)
- keeping my mouth shut
Fears:
- turtles.
- heights
- closed spaces (airplanes are a bitch)
- the first one is made up.
- being alone, but who doesn't?
Secret: I'm a closet nerd. Seriously. I also have a thing for sexy nerds or nerds that are all like "I AM NERDY, HEAR ME PROCLAIM MY AWESOMENESS IN KLINGON."
Family Ties
Father: didn't know him; he's dead
Mother:Lupe Rose, she's dead though
Siblings: no real ones
Any Other Important People:Arnold White-Black, uncle
Cecilia White-Black, aunt
Kyle White-Black, cousin
Serenity White-Black, cousin
History
I killed my mom when I was born.
Okay, that's stretching it. See, my dad left my mom when she'd gotten pregnant with me. They were both in college and he was scared or something. Anyway, she gave birth to me in all my glory, saw me, named me, and then died. Since I was just born, I don't know the details. Aunt Cece says it's something to do with having a weak heart or something. Who the hell knows?
Anyway, my aunt and uncle took me in and shoved me in the closet under the stairs. Kidding. They more or less adopted me, except I kept my mom's name. That's why we don't have the same last name. Mom and Cece were sisters, and really super close too. which is kind of weird, since Cece is like five years older than mom or something. She didn't seem to mind having me, even though I was like kid number three or something.
Normal childhood. No lightning scars or killer parents or secret abductions. My uncle made the mistake of letting me read his comics and watch too many cartoons, which explains a lot. Kyle and I fought a lot, but it wasn't ever anything serious. Just enough to get grounded, you know?
I didn't really get into fighting till like school school. I'm talking like Elementary school and stuff. It was just fun sometimes, you know? Plus people were mean a lot. So, yeah, lots of times in detention.
I got my super secret meta power when I was about twelve. At least, that's when it kicked in. I was bleeding from a scraped knee, tripped, and landed on Kyle. Suddenly he was complaining about his leg hurting and I felt just spiffy. Next thing I know, I'm getting recruited and dragged off to school. Yay me.
It took me a bit to get all situated. Mostly because of power training. Something about abusing my powers or something. They totally assigned me this really cool power trainer mentor though, and I spent a lot of time working with him. So my control is pretty damn awesome, even more awesome than it had been. But, yeah, he's cool.
Got into a few fights. Okay, a lot of fights. So I probably have some enemies running around wanting to kick my ass. Kinda makes things more fun though, doesn't it? I took some training lessons and stuff, but I mostly got bored. Phys ed's fun though. Most awesome class ever. Drama's pretty cool too; they got that one guy teaching it. You know, the one who played that pirate guy. Awesome and hot. Win/win.
Made a few friends here and there. Not exactly doing super good at the whole scholastic thing, like I said earlier. So I ended up spending most of my time in detention. So I got to know those people pretty well. I often attend some of the nerdier clubs, mostly because those things are hella fun, you know? Got to know a few of those people. Most of my buds already graduated though. I know a few of the younger students, but yeah.
Uh, dated a few people. Guy when I was like twelve/thirteen. This one girl around fifteen. She was fun. And by fun I mean she was hot and stuff. Uh, hooked up with another girl at ComicCon. Dated a guy for a bit. So, yeah, pretty well across the board there.
Yeah, lots of time at Hammel. I like it here. A lot. Kinda feels comfortable. I like it at home okay too though, so that's usually where I'd spend my time graduating. So, I'm like nearly ready to graduate, yeah, it kinda scares the shit outta me. So, yeah, that's my history. Go me.
Roleplay Example
Max was bleeding. Not that she really felt the bleeding, or the pain that should come from having blood drip from scraped knuckles. No, she'd given it to the guy laying on the floor in front of her, who rubbed at his completely fine hand when he wasn't rubbing against his not so fine jaw. Max moved the bloody hand to a hip, leaning slightly and grinning.
"What, that it? I'm getting bored here," she said. Leaning over, she nudged him with her foot. "What happened to all that 'I'm gonna kick your fat ass' stuff? I was looking forward to getting my ass--"
Max was cut off by a kick to the knee. She felt the leg go out from under her, and tried to roll as best as she could. Years of brawling made the reflexes sharp, even if they weren't the best responses. Max had learned the hard way that you did not want to screw around with anyone who opened up the fight with "I've got a black belt in Asian-fu."
Recovering broken bones sucked, even if you were leeching the pain onto someone else. Almost like getting your leg kicked.
Max was rolling, and randomly slapped someone in the crowd. The pain leeched from her leg, and the poor person just crumbled. Wincing and muttering an apology, Max rolled and bounced to her feet, delivering a kick of her own. She grabbed the guy, arched back for a punch, and felt something connect with her gut. Grunting, she doubled over, knowing that things were about to get ugly...
What About You?
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Name: Fate
Age: mid-twenties
Experience: me RP long time.
How Did You Find Us? Rpg-d
Ready To Play? no special word
