Post by EspaApparition on Jul 16, 2011 22:43:07 GMT
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MAXWELL GEORGE SANDERS
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NAME
Maxwell Sanders
NICKNAMES
He never gets called Maxwell, always Max or Maxie.
AGE
18
GENDER
Male
HOMETOWN
Oxgate City
APPEARANCE
Max glanced at his image in the mirror standing in the corner of his room. He scowled, his pouty lips curling in contempt; he really didn't like the way he looked but didn't care enough to change anything, he'd rather just ignore it. Girls seemed to see a completely different person to the one he could see in the reflection, his sister was always going on about what her friends thought of him. Max just couldn't care less what the blonde bimbos thought. As far as he was concerned he was too skinny - he could see his ribs, too pale, too tall - he was 6ft 2. Other people had commented on his good looks and he'd even had the proposition of modelling, none of it made any difference.
Max sighed, turning away from the mirror and brushing his hair off of his face. He was constantly flicking his messy blonde hair out of his eyes; his hair annoys him more than most things because it was always in the way. The messy hairstyle is true bedhair although a lot of girls think he styles it that way, Max just really couldn't care less about his looks. His skin is fair with a light tan and his eyes are a baby blue colour. Max's long eyelashes frame his eyes and are envied by many of the girls he knew.
Max has a lean body type and a slim build, maintained more by a lack of regular meals than by any effort in a balanced diet or an exercise plan. His slender frame is accentuated by tightly fitting jeans and small tshirts though he covers up his anything-but-muscular arms with baggy jackets and hoodies.
PERSONALITYTo sum Max up, he is a brat. Spoilt and pampered from an early age he cares little for anything and views the world from an indifferent observer perspective. He has a large group of friends that he hands around with but none that he is really close to or knows well. Max would be just as happy by himself sitting around or playing video games. Mostly, though, Max just lacks ambition; he's never needed any because everything has always been handed to him. Consequently and despite his parents' strong work ethic, Max has few life goals and no desire to work. His day-to-day goals involve trying to have fun and relax.
Max normally has a pair of headphones stuffed into his ears, often not listening to those who are speaking to him. He listens to a lot of different music and his MP4 player is full of different genres, artists and albums. As well as his MP4 player he also always has the latest computer, PC games and gadgets. All of these let Max stay in the virtual world and avoid the people around him.
Underneath his spoilt brat exterior Max is actually incredibly intelligent and has always performed well academically. His intelligence has been wasted on working out video game puzzles and on less-than-legal activities like hacking. He has shown some promise as a programmer and has done some work for his family's company but it doesn't interest him.
In fact, the only thing he has found that has interested him is photography. Max took this interest to the extreme with subscriptions to pokemon photography magazines and state of the art cameras. His photos of pokemon and scenes around the city litter his desk and addorn his bedroom walls.
HISTORYMaxwell Sanders was born to Yvonne and George Sanders and was named for his grandfather Maxwell Phillip Sanders who had started the family business. The Sanders family run a business which deals with developing technology. His grandfather was involved in developing the pokeball. Since then the business has expanded into several areas of new technology and their profit has increases massively. Running the business takes up a lot of both of his parents' time so the family isn't close.
Max has one sibling, a younger sister named Joanna. Joanna is the baby of the family at age 7. She was born much later and, it is rumoured, was conceived to save her parents' marriage. Joanna is very outgoing and overshadows her brother with her ambition, goals and successes. The siblings both attend the same private school and have always achieved good grades. However, whilst Max has settled for simply doing well in exams Joanna is a cheerleader, mathlete, spelling bee champ, athlete, artist and musician; a general overachiever.
Max was always spoilt, the gifts and presents attempting to make up for his parents' absence and he wanted for nothing. He was instantly popular for the access to money and the latest technology but he's a loner and wasn't interested in making friends. Max wasn't very trusting and feared becoming close to people in case of rejection or abandonment.
In despair of their son's distance and lack of ambition, his parents made the hard decision to cut him off from his funds. He was left with only a fraction of his family's wealth and a mere rucksack with clothes and a few belongings. His parents firmly suggested he should make his own way and find his purpose in life. Max was neither upset or annoyed by this development, rather as usual he was indifferent to the whole situation.
Being kicked out had been a wake up call, however, and it's forced Max to interact with the world and those around him. He struggled to find somewhere to stay, unwilling to ask for help, and was running out of money fast. One of his friends suggested that he get a pokemon and try exploring. He'd heard of the noctus pokemon on the news but now he was paying attention Max had to admit that the situation interested him. What if he was able to cure them? That would be doing something useful and, because it wasn't to do with money or business it was a goal separate from his family history. So that became Max's only goal; get a pokemon partner and help to solve the problem of the dark shadowy noctus pokemon.---OUT OF CHARACTER
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Max shivered under his thick hoodie, he was wrapped up in a sleeping bag but the bitter wind crept through the fabric and chilled his skin. He was laying out on a park bench and though he was probably better equipped than the other homeless people in the area it was a hard situation for him to handle. Max had never gone without anything before, had never had to consider where to sleep or get food from.
Max scowled, he'd been determined to stay out all night but it was too cold. "Screw this," he muttered, unzipping the sleeping bag and shoving it back in his bag. Heading out of the park he found a cashpoint and withdrew several hundred pounds before hailing a taxi and asking to go the The Rose - a five star hotel his family frequented. Max didn't see giving up on sleeping outside as a failing, he felt entitled to the best of the best - he simply took it for granted.
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The next morning Max almost swore when it came time to check out, the money he had left in his bank account was barely enough to cover the night in the hotel. For the first time he felt a little scared, now he had next to no money, no food and nowhere to sleep later on that night. Why didn''t he choose a cheaper hotel? It would have lasted him a few nights if he had done. Max sighed, he wasn't cut out for this.
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