Post by maximus on Apr 13, 2007 11:15:20 GMT 10
Name: Maximus Karlitago
Age:18
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: He has black hair and bright green eyes. Max's attire consists of the usual long black trench coat, black blue jeans and black boots. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, but when he does, it's most likely going to be a muscle shirt, and most likely black. He's a gorgeous guy, and he knows it.
Personality: Holds a dark outward appearance, just to ward off the ones who are weak minded. His personality is kind of, go away, leave me be, unless he know you personally. He has a way of talking a maniac out of murder, or talking a lawyer into suicide. He can wiggle his way out of a drug bust with dignity or perhaps, set a Sunday school teacher up. He has a huge sense of humor and adores to make the ladies laugh.
History:His parents died in a tragic train wreak while vacationing in the east. His older brother, Michah, told him to leave and live his own life at fourteen, so he did.
Life on the streets wasn't hard for Max, him muscle toned body was ready for anything. He was the leader of the Red Handed's gang at one point in time, but he quit at the age of sixteen. Max started his life a little late, and is trying to make a successful person of himself (keyword there, 'trying') He hang out at the 27/7 club a lot, and, from his gang business, he has all the money he needs at the moment.
He lost the love of his life to gang members of an opposed gang. He found her tied up, striped, and her throat sliced on the docks of New York. Now, he's afraid to love another, can someone, rid him of his terror?
Example post:
Jet black locks fell over a beautifully chiseled face, green eyes orbs scanned the horizon. A sigh escaped the males lips and he lay down on the slightly moistened dirt. Long strands of grass brushed over his bare chest as he spoke "Why wasn't I there?" a voice like an angel's was barely audible through the windblown grass. The green pools disappeared under lightly tanned lids as a dream formed inside the males head.
A young woman ran down alleys, screaming the name 'Max'. Four shadowed figures were closed behind, yelling curses and threats at the woman. "No," The male said, trying to stop the pursuers. His heart raced, as if he were chasing the shadowed figures. The woman came to a dead end, her reddened cheeks were streaked with tears, and her voice was coming out in strained sobs, "Max...Max." The four figures closed in....
Max shot up, he was still in the meadow, but the sun that was once above him, was sinking below the ground. "Why wasn't I there?!" the same angelic voice yelled out to the nothingness. A tear raced down his perfect face and fell to the ground. "Why?" he gasped, suddenly breaking into sobs.
Age:18
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: He has black hair and bright green eyes. Max's attire consists of the usual long black trench coat, black blue jeans and black boots. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, but when he does, it's most likely going to be a muscle shirt, and most likely black. He's a gorgeous guy, and he knows it.
Personality: Holds a dark outward appearance, just to ward off the ones who are weak minded. His personality is kind of, go away, leave me be, unless he know you personally. He has a way of talking a maniac out of murder, or talking a lawyer into suicide. He can wiggle his way out of a drug bust with dignity or perhaps, set a Sunday school teacher up. He has a huge sense of humor and adores to make the ladies laugh.
History:His parents died in a tragic train wreak while vacationing in the east. His older brother, Michah, told him to leave and live his own life at fourteen, so he did.
Life on the streets wasn't hard for Max, him muscle toned body was ready for anything. He was the leader of the Red Handed's gang at one point in time, but he quit at the age of sixteen. Max started his life a little late, and is trying to make a successful person of himself (keyword there, 'trying') He hang out at the 27/7 club a lot, and, from his gang business, he has all the money he needs at the moment.
He lost the love of his life to gang members of an opposed gang. He found her tied up, striped, and her throat sliced on the docks of New York. Now, he's afraid to love another, can someone, rid him of his terror?
Example post:
Jet black locks fell over a beautifully chiseled face, green eyes orbs scanned the horizon. A sigh escaped the males lips and he lay down on the slightly moistened dirt. Long strands of grass brushed over his bare chest as he spoke "Why wasn't I there?" a voice like an angel's was barely audible through the windblown grass. The green pools disappeared under lightly tanned lids as a dream formed inside the males head.
A young woman ran down alleys, screaming the name 'Max'. Four shadowed figures were closed behind, yelling curses and threats at the woman. "No," The male said, trying to stop the pursuers. His heart raced, as if he were chasing the shadowed figures. The woman came to a dead end, her reddened cheeks were streaked with tears, and her voice was coming out in strained sobs, "Max...Max." The four figures closed in....
Max shot up, he was still in the meadow, but the sun that was once above him, was sinking below the ground. "Why wasn't I there?!" the same angelic voice yelled out to the nothingness. A tear raced down his perfect face and fell to the ground. "Why?" he gasped, suddenly breaking into sobs.
