Post by max michealson on Jun 11, 2011 6:46:35 GMT -5
*Max Michealson,
“Don't call me by my first name, you can call me Mister”
“Don't call me by my first name, you can call me Mister”
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[/color][/center]*i'm beautiful in my own way,
» FULL NAME: Max Michealson
» NICKNAMES: Max Murder (Scene Name)
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: 16, April 20 (Get it? ;D)
» GENDER: male
» ORIENTATION: Straight, Bi-curious
» YEAR/ SCHOOL: Carmel High, Sophmore
» CLUBS: Glee club
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
*'cause god makes no mistakes,
» HAIR: Max has a habit of dying his hair, currently it's blonde with a black patch.
» EYES: Max's eyes are a deep chocolatey brown.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5"9' he weighs a little over 120 pounds, he's quite light.
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He has a mic tattoo on his left arm, and a lip ring on the right side of his lip.
» STYLE: Max has more of a scene style than anything, he often wears an armful of plastic bracelets and jelly/sex bracelets.
» BODY TYPE: Max isn't stick thin, he does have some muscles in his arms.
» PLAY-BY: Spanky from Dot dot curve (sorry can't find his real name Dx)
*i'm on the right track baby,
» LIKES: Dances, screaming(as in singing), showing off, cats, and poetry(though he doesn't let anyone know)
» DISLIKES: Large dogs, jocks, dirt, his hair/clothes getting messed up, people who point out his faults/ bad personality
» STRENGTHS: Dancing, poetry, good at expressing most of his emotions, causing drama, persuasive
» WEAKNESSES: he's too cocky, easily angered, ducks he's deathly afraid, not a people-person, hates sports
» SECRETS: His father is really rich, but never pays attention to him. Max is afraid of ducks(not many people know). Max actually doesn't know his mom.
» GOALS: To have actual friends, who don't just want money. To become famous. Start his own band/group.
» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Cocky
Max is often way to cocky, he believes he's better than most because he gets whatever he wants at home. This often gets him into fights, and causes him lots on enemies.
Trouble-Maker
Since Max's dad never pays attention to him he tries to wring attention out of anyone who'll watch/listen. This meant he often would start fights, getting him suspended once or twice. He has a reputation of being tempermental
Sensitive
Although he may not show it Max is quite sensitive, and he hates to be made fun of. Secretly he just wishes for someone to pay attention and actually care for him.
Protective
If you do happen to make a friend of this guy he'll be protective until the end. He's not the type to watch the bullying and let it happen.
*i was born this way,
» PARENTS: Mother|Unknown to him Father| David Michaelson
» SIBLINGS: only child
» PETS: A very expensive Savannah cat named Dagger
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: if applicable
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: if applicable
» HISTORY: Max pretty much was raised by a nanny, having no mother or father at home to raise him. The only time his dad payed attention to him was when he got into trouble, so he started getting in as much trouble as possible.
As a middle schooler Max was quite the problem child. He seemed to have ODD(a disorder that makes him defy authority). He never listened to his teachers, never finished his homework, and obviously ignored the teachers. Eventually he grew out of this stage.
While entering his eighth grade year,Max got his love of dancing when finally the trouble-making stopped getting his dad's attention. When he danced his dad would pay attention, or so Max thought. His dad only did this so Max would leave him alone.
Max found this out soon enough and started screaming, and smoking pot- and this time his dad's attention was back on him, at least for a while. But his dad eventually got bored(and never found out about the pot!) so Max joined Glee club to further get his attention. And for once, his dad actually payed attention, so Max decided to stay in Vocal Adrenaline.
*don't hide yourself in regret,
» NAME/ALIAS: Pidge/Pidgeon
» AGE:
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Oh, a while.... 3 or 4 years?
» HOW YOU FOUND US: An advertisement Dx
» CODE PHRASE: -admin approved-
» RP SAMPLE:Max shook his head and then flipped his hair. Oh my Gods. I'm taking after pretty boy. Pretty boy was such a stupid sibling to have! He brushed it off his thoughts quickly. No need to be negative. "Not really. I hope they realize they look very unattractive when they're all sweaty like that." Max didn't realize how that sounded to someone without his thoughts-until the silence filled the air. He realized that he could've just ruined his chances with this girl. She was really pretty too, she'd be great to show off. Suddenly the words tumbled out of his mouth absent-minded, "I mean, I'm guessing from a girls' point of view. But I mean, I guess some girls like that."
I'm so stupid. Max rubbed the back of his head and smiled. She's gonna get the wrong idea.... How to fix this? He didn't know how, so he just continued to smile blankly. Oh great, now she's gonna think that I'm stupid... Say something masculine. "Do you have any cats?" Yeah, that was totally masculine. He felt like hitting himself for acting like such a... a girl! He was Aphrodite, but that was no excuse! Max knew as the seconds passed she was continuing to get the wrong idea. That was a stupid thing to say! Maybe all this product has killed my braincells. But it's worth it if it makes my hair look this good.
Laughing it off, he decided that the little mistake he made earlier made no difference, he was absolutely sure this girl had a crush on him. There was absolutely no doubt in this matter for him. I mean, most girls liked him anyways?
Max tugged on the edges of his shirt, fixing it and he flashed a white smile at Ella. "Apollo boys are such show-offs, aren't they." Sneering at the Apollo boys he noticed they were upset that he'd taken away their audience. Good. A smirk slid slowly across his face and he rubbed his hands together slowly. He'd stolen their trophy and it was now his. He winked at one of the Apollo boys and got a murderous glare in return. Harsh much? He thought and stuck his tongue out at them before returning to Ella.
But he wasn't prepared for what happened next when a volleyball hit him in the side of the head. Max toppled over, and hit his head again. His face contorted with pain and anger, he stood- a little too quickly as his sight was filled with dots of color. Bending down to pick up the ball he shook his head, hoping to get rid of the spots. He threw the volleyball as hard as he could at the nearest apollo and growled. "Take that, bitches."
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