Post by Max Darke on Oct 8, 2012 16:46:33 GMT -5
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Out of Character
Alias: Aries... but you already knew that ;P
Age: As old as Maria
Gender: The female one.
RP Experience: I have no idea.
How Did You Find Us?: ...You know, I don't even remember anymore.
Activity Level: Every day.
Other Characters: /points to Staff sidetable/
Keyword in Rules: I already did this app once. Don't you know that I have read the dang rules already?
RP Sample:Once again, Max found herself asking how the heck she got roughly eighteen people running after her. Yes, once again. This has happened before she came to camp... don't ask how. Anyway, it started when Max went into the woods. She climbed on top of a tree, then saw a figure bounding towards her. She dropped out of the tree and started running from a three headed dog. Of course, she had to fight it. So she picked up a big branch and beat it. She got beat up and crap, but it was all in a days work. The problem was that she knocked over some trees in the process. six or so nymphs started to walk towards her, pissed that their homes had been knocked down. Max tried to get them to back down. She didn't want to hurt them because they where all smaller then her and, probably, weaker. In the process, she had backed into four or so Ares kids. These Ares kids where the ones that she had beaten up a few weeks ago. They seemed pretty mad (partly because they recognized her), and Max, not wanting to hurt the nymphs and knowing even she couldn't beat all of them (what with what could be a broken nose from the monster), ran.
Well... not exactly. She had punched an Ares kid in the face so hard he fell backwards and squealed like a girl in pain. Then she had started running. It was a few seconds before anyone knew what hit them, so Max was able to get far enough ahead of them to live. She ran and jumped over small stuff (including a small child standing in front of her), blood flew out of her nose and she breathed heavily. Then, of course, more had to go bad. Because she was Maxine Darke, and life basically hated her. She ran into a bunch of rope that was tying two cabins together. Max, without hesitation, had pulled the rope down so she could jump over it. It was some kind of prank, of course, so a bunch of Hermes campers got pissed and ran after her.
So there she was, running like a maniac.
The brown haired girl long-jumped a huge rock, then skidded to the side too avoid a statute of her mom, Nike. She heared a few screams and grunts behind her, which meant that a few people hadn't been able to jump then skid. She was starting to get dizzy. Her nose was losing her a lot of blood. But she kept running. She passed another statue and turned on her heel so she was facing the huge mob for a split second. Max pushed the statue over with ease then turned and kept running. Screams made Max smile. This was her pathetic, easy to come up with yet dangerous plan. Just keep running until they all got tired out. The question was... could SHE last until they got tired out? Sure, she had a lot of stamina, but still.
Her breath was heavy as she grabbed onto a post with one hand and turned like an L, then kept running. For a split second, there was a cabin blocking her from their view, so she jumped into a cabin window. She skidded across a dresser, knocking makeup off, then caught a glance of a bunch of blonde, redhead and brunette Aphrodite girls staring at her. They where clearly upset that she had knocked their makeup over. Max just winked and said, ''Next time, don't leave your window open.'' And she body slammed the door so it came open, and she was running again. High-pitched, girly screams told her that some idiots where running through the cabin like she had, while some can around the cabin.
Max slammed her hand down on a chest that was usually filled wiith weapons (she was near the arena), then jumped over it. It was a total Indiana Jones moment, because she did a sort of handstand-flip type thing. It felt awesome, but Max landed in a stumble, then kept running, her dark hair flying behind her. She didn't know how long she could keep this up. Her ribs where aching and her lungs felt like they where about to explode. Max was in a really bad position, this time. Usually she could fight her way out, but not this time.
''SHE'S LIKE THE DEVIL! SHE'S UNBEATABLE!'' Someone screamed from behind her. Max would have started cracking up if she wasn't trying to keep whatever air she had left in her lungs. She did smile, though. A bunch of people started shouting other things. Some people saying how she couldn't be beat, some people saying how they where all idiots and she could most definatly be beat. Max would have smirked to them, but then she would have to turn around... and that was not, absolutly not, going to happen. She was going to run until her feet bled and her lungs burst. Oh, shut up! It's not thatgruesome. If I was going to make it gruesome I would have described what it felt like to have your lungs burst. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Back to the post!
Max jumped over a puddle of water (how that was in the middle of camp, where it never rained, she had no idea). At least half of the people that was running after her had to be gone by now... right? A quick glance back showed that only around six people where chasing her, two Ares kids, an Aphrodite kid, two Hermes kids and one nymph. That was managable. Right? Right! Max just had to last a bit longer. She jumped things and turned corners and zig-zagged so they would lose speed. Her stamina was fading quickily. She hoped there's was too. One more glance back showed that both the Aphrodite and one Hermes kid. The other Hermes kid simply gave up and stopped running, then the Ares kid realized that no one was with him but a nymph, and he was distracted long enough to have his foot catch on a root, and he flipped onto the ground face first. Max would have laughed, but she just turned on her heel and stood there. The nymph ran right towards her, and Max just swung her fist into the nymph's face. Problem solved, the nymph cried out then fell on the ground, clutching her nose.
Max looked at the trail of campers on the ground and sitting there. She smirked at them and shouted, ''YOU CANNOT BEAT MAX DARKE, IDIOT'S!''. She then found her way behind a cabin and collapsed. She turned onto her stomach and raised herself off the ground with her arms, then threw up right there. After she was empty, she turned over off of the puke and sat there, trying to get her breathing under control. She really wanted to pass out. She had lost a lot of blood and everything was blurry. She started coughing up blood and tried to wipe it from her mouth and nose. She couldn't pass out. Not behind the cabin. She would wake up with some person looking for payback standing over her. She couldn't, and she wouldn't.
Stealing all of her strength, Max stood up. She tried too walk swiftly and steadly, but she couldn't. The first poll she found that was out of sight she grabbed and fell around. Get up! She thought. Her body was screaming to stay down, though. She had to pick one. It was either get to safty but risk fainting, or stay down and risk being taken like a wimp. The second one seemed more reasonable. I mean, who cares if your taken like a strong person if you faint and crack your head? Besides, she can beat the heck outta anyone, still, if they tried to annoy her, and she could move in a few minutes. After she caught her breath.
But just how long would that take?
General Information
Full Name: ^ Up there. She's known by Max.
Gender: Her PB is Alexis Bledel. You can fill in the blank.
Birthday: 3/4/1996
Age: Sixteen
Camp Experience: A year or so.
Sexual Orientation: Straight as a... you know, straight thing.
Claim Status: Claimed.
Divine Parent: Nike
Looks
Hair: Long, dark brown. What people refers too as ''bedhead'' would just mean that Max's hair looks curly. When it's brushed and clean it's straight.
Eyes: Light, sparkling blue. You can see fire and determination in her eyes.
Height: 5'8''; She's a few inches above average. Growing long runs in the family, so she will probably reach 6'0'' by the time she stops growing when she's around 18.
Weight: 139; Even though she is muscular, she is rather light.
Picture: Click
Playby: Alexis Bledel
Dressing Style: Max dresses in, basically, whatever she can find. She prefers simple t-shirts, jackets and jeans, but if she absolutly has to dress in something a bit more... fashionable, it's fine. As long as it's not a dress or a skirt, it's pretty much okay with her. She generally leaves her hair down because she doesn't feel like putting in work to make it look good, or she braids it or puts it in a ponytail.
General Appearance: Despite being a small individual, Max gives off a bad aura. People seem to know not to mess with her before they even talk too her. That is, if they notice her. I say this because all throughout her life, she has had the blessing not to be noticed. She can slip into the shadows easily and quickly. The problem is that once she is noticed.. well, things go bad. People seem to be able to sense that she is dangerous, so they automatically assume that she's trying to do the worst. In that sense, she's sort of a trouble-magnet.
Max seems weaker then she is. Her muscles generally don't show, so people almost see her as a target, even though she's tall. When they get into a fight, they see they where wrong. But that doesn't mean that it wards more people off. Because of the aura she gives off, it's like people feel like they should be afraid of her, but they don't know why they should, sense she looks so small. But people steer clear of her once they fight her. Usually.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
Max is, well, apathetic. It's not just an outer shell to protect how she feels about her tragic past, she just is. She doesn't care about what happened to her. That said, she cares about what might happen to her. She lives by the rule ''people suck'' and ''expect everything, so when something comes back and hurts you, it's not surprising.'' So, she basically thinks that everyone that's her age and older (and some younger) are only there to try and hurt you. In a way, you could say she's paranoid that anyone and everyone is going to come back and stab her in the back. So she doesn't trust anyone and finds it hard to make friends.
That said, she loves little kids with a passion. as much as you might think she's a bully, she's not. Max stands up for people she sees getting bullied, weather they be older or smaller then her, she'll beat the crap out of any bully she comes across. Heck, the kid doesn't even have to be a small kid. They just have to not be able to stand up for themselves. Even if they're older then Maxine, herself, she will be there.
Funnily enough, she likes being angry. She sees it as what wakes her up to the real world, and helps her keep focused and on guard. If she's angry, she's going to try extra hard to stay alone. Make sense? Thought so. Like, for example, she angry about the fact that she can't lead anyone. She will if she has too, but she generally is terrified of not living up to how her older sister, Jeanine lead so she tried not too. Outwardly she knows what she needs to do, but inwardly she freaks out and doesn't want too. But of course, no one knows that except for her, because when there's a situation dire enough she steps in.
[that part sucked, but I think that I got everything about her across in the next part. I guess I can try to add a bit more detail if you think I need it. :/]
Likes:
- Food; it's what makes her be able to fight, and fighting is awesome. Without food, she can't do anythign. Although she has learned to survive without it for longish periods of time, she can pack it in when it's allowed to her.
- Fighting; slicing up dummies or sparring with people. It's a good way to channel her anger that she has from her "family". But most people just think that she likes hurting people. Oh well.
- Being alone; she lives by the rule "people suck: fact of life" and "expecting everything, so when something stabs you in the back it doesn't hurt because you knew it was coming", and stuff like that. So she figures that if she doesn't get too attached to anyone, then when she gets stabbed it won't hurt. And what better way to do that then to be alone?
- Writing; no one really knows why. It's something along the lines of "channeling anger into a notebook", but she already has the physical atribuit to do that. She isn't poetic or anything, she just likes to write.
- Knowing; the worst thing you could do to her is take away her knowladge. Not like, books or anything, but the way she surveys people to know if they are a threat or not. She likes to know what she's dealing with, and if she doesn't then it drives her insane.
Dislikes:
- Annoyances; she's not going to be all nice to someone to get them to go away. If she doesn't like them, they're going to know that. She's not a bully, but she just doesn't take crap. Make sense? Of course it does.
- Crying; she thinks that life is what it is, and you should suck it up and deal with it. People who mope and cry about their life make her want to punch them.
- Not being able to sleep; for the most part, Max is an insomniac. She gets one to three hours of sleep at night, at MOST. Usually when she's injured she sleeps longer as a natural instinct to heal, but usually sleep is nonexistant, which leaves her unfocused during fighting and such--and that could cost her!
- Losing; as a daughter of Nike, Max is natural winner. Not like, olympics or anything, but a winner. Mostly because she can't stand losing, so she pretty much does everything in her power to be able to win. Which, often times, means that she fights until she literally can't anymore. Broken noses and ribs are a small price to pay if she wins at a fight.
- People; that's all there is too it. She doesn't like the constant feeling that someone is going to turn their back on her or find a way to stab her in the back. For the most part, she tries to stay away from getting close to anyone.
Fears:
- Getting rejected, jaded, and hurt again; that's the reason that she hates getting connected to people. She sees them as a ticket to the pain she felt inside. But that doesn't mean that she has a "soft side", persay, just that she doesn't want it to happen again.
- Tight spaces; she had always been claustriphobic. She can force herself to hide in somewhere small if she needs to, but it freaks her out. One of the reasons why she usually stays and fights is because she hates hiding.
- Underground; she is deathly afraid of going underground. At any moment it could fall and trap her in a tight space until she dies, or she could just die from it. She prefers where she has room to run and has access to the sky.
- Hospitals, doctors, ect.; she has never been to one, and doesn't plan too. Something about being strapped into a bed and having medicine injected into her doesn't appeal. She prefers to heal on her own time, and there's always the nagging thought that going to the hospital with jinx it.
Secrets:
- Her sister died when she was thirteen, and she still has her sisters locket.
- Her locket is a dagger; she doesn't tell anyone this so that know one knows how to keep her unarmed. She likes too have her weapons on her.
Ambitions:
- To go one a quest and come back alive; as a daughter of Nike, completing a quest would be extremly satisfying. Es[ecially with all the challenges she would encounter alone the way. And look — this ambition is almost completed anyway!
- To win the Olympics; it had always been a dream of hers to win, just one of those crazy one things she's wanted.
Powers:
- I dunno if this is really a "power", but Max has a locket. It was Nike's locket and she left it at John's house, Jeanine found it and later passed it on too Max when she died. It turns into a dagger when you throw it into the air.
Family and History
Personal History: Nike was beautiful, not as beautiful as Aphrodite; but beautiful, nonetheless. For that very reason, she caught the eye of John Darke when he was in a local swimming contest in Tennesse. She had just come too watch, but John with all his winning and so on came to her after one of his contests. He had already spoken too her, so he just needed to go in and ask when he wanted to ask.
"Niki," he called; he had emerged from the locker room, a medal from winning the contest on his chest. He saw Nike (Niki Winning, as he knew her. Do I even have to explain the name?) and had ran towards her, after calling her name several more times. Nike turned around and smiled at him. "Hello, John." She said.
"Hey, Niki, do you want to go out and get a drink or something. Like, now?" John asked, cocky as he always was. Nike was a sucker for a guy with a winning streak, so she accepted. That night, they went to a local bar and John became drunk while Niki[/e] just let loose, considering she was a goddess so she could not get drunk. John took her back to his apartment and they slept together.
After that night, John and Niki[/e] met up several more times and did — well, the same exact thing. But all John saw her as was another prize, and he thought that as he had slept with her almost every week for a month or so, that he had won her. So when she came and told him she was pregnant, he disregaurded her.
"Well, Niki, that's your fault." He said. "Why weren't you wearing birth control?" Nike got mad, naturally. The night before he had a sort of "Olympics" but localized to their town in Tennesse, she put a curse on him that he would never win anything again. But he didn't know the truth, so he thought that when he lost every competition and every race he entered for the next month, it was his fault.
Nike vanished, only too reappear several monthes later with a baby. She promptly forced him to take it, so he gave up his contests and started raising his daughter, Jeanine. He was humbled and kinder when he got a daughter, so she was raised well until Jeanine was four. Nike hadn't shown herself sense dropping the baby off, but she came back. She only came back because she had seen him become kinder from Olympus. They had several dates, leaving Jeanine with a nanny. Soon, Nike was pregnant again.
John left her for dead because he couldn't see how he could raise another child. But by the time Jeanine was five, she had a little sister, Maxine (nicknamed Max). John was angry at Nike, and soon fell behind on his taxes. He entered several contests to try to get some money. Instead, he made a fool of himself. With all the anger at Nike, and the sense of failure, he became bitter.
He came home every day from work and locked himself in his bedroom without eating. Jeanine quickly learned to pass those skills to Max, who idolized her sister. She wanted to be just like Jeanine, in any way possible. She even came up with a nickname for her as she had done to Max; Jean. They gre up being neglected from their father, who would some days come home drunk and attempt to beat them. Their lives had no laughter, mostly they would hide when their dad was coming home and wait until he left to go into his room before they would come out — and even then, they would lock themselves in their room so he couldn't harm them. A few times he found them, but not so many to which they stopped hiding, as if they had lost the game.
When Jeanine was thirteen and Max was eight, their dad went on a rampage. This time he was breaking furniture and screaming. Jeanine was terrified for their lives; Max was afraid and confused and clung to Jeanine. Jean snuck them out the back door and they ran into the woods. It was late at night, so they slept there. In the morning when they tried to go back, they found that they didn't know which way to go. They where totally lost.
They started to go in what they thought was the right direction, but once they got too the their house a day or so later, they where starving and scared. They hadn't encountered any monsters, but that was only because they where so young that they didn't give off much of a smell. When they found their house, there was nothing left. It was a few ruins, burned to the ground. They assumed that their dad had burned down their house in the rampage. They had nothing too go back too.
When the government found them, they took over. Put them up for adoption. When one family was going to take Max and not Jeanine, they where terrified of being pulled apart. The where the only family they had ever had, and they didn't want to leave eachother. As it happened, that night a crazy psychopath came it and was shooting up the place. In the confusion, Jeanine found Max and they snuck out again.
They figured — well, JEANINE figured, anyway — that they had might as well stay on the run. They thought it would be better then being apart — partly because they got lost again and where afraid to go back, thinking the shooter might still be there. It didn't occure to them that they could just hand themselves in any other place until they where well into the lifestyle.
They traveled from Tennesse to Kentucky, stealing and trying to keep well away from the big cities and huge towns. They where taken by the government a few more times, but the fourth time there was yet another fire and they had all thought that Maxine and Jeanine Darke where dead, even though they had jumped out the second story window and onto a tree outside and avoided injury and fire.
Monster by monster by monster, they moved into the border between Ohio and West Virgina. They wadded in and out of the two states over a two or so years; they got up and walked everyday, not sure where they where going, but the seemed drawn to New York. When they where in WV one night, ten miles from the border into Pennsylvania (Max was thirteen now; Jeanine was seventeen, almost eighteen), Jeanine died.
A silver river wove in and out between trees, running over rocks and through cattails that stood tall at the edge of the river. Jeanine Darke looked over at her young sister, unable to sleep. Jeanine looked nothing like Max, she had long blonde hair and tan skin, whereas Maxine had dark brown hair and lighter skin. Their faces were shaped differently, but both beautiful. The only trait they shared was their eyes -- green with a blue circle around them.
The sleeping Max shifted slightly as a creature rose from the dark shadows. A monster. Jeanine stood up, dragging along her sister who was just waking up from being pulled. Max soon came to her senses, trying to run on her injured leg she had gotten the other day. But the pain didn't matter -- leaving mattered.
Jeanine looked back at Maxine, about to say something when a crooked hand grabbed her throat. She let go of her brown-haired sister who was too startled to speak. The hand easily picked up Jeanine, throwing her against a rock. With a sickening crack, blood oozed from the hairline of Max's one hope. One dream.
Max ran over to her, a bloodlust splitting her vision. After a few moments of tears and words Maxine was to disoriented to recall, she pushed a locket into her hand right as her eyes flittered shut, tears still dripping onto her face from the screaming and crying Max.
Jeanine Darke was dead.
Max threw a dagger they had collected at the figure, and it fell over. That's when Max freaked out and opened and can of Max Maga on it's butt. She stabbed it several times and kicked it several times, while surviving with only a few broken ribs and a broken leg. After she mourned for, like, forever. She was so ashamed. They had dealt with so many monsters, so how could this one have killed Jeanine so easily? Max spent a few days digging a pit with the resources she had, and she put Jeanine in and buried her.
After that, she was hardened. She killed monster upon monster with her bare hands, or only little more resources to use; sometimes she escaped with very little life left in her, sometimes she escaped with very little life left in her, sometimes she came barley injured at all. But she survived. She wound from WV to Pennsylvania to New York, where she came across Camp Half-Blood.
She was claimed in camp (See "Wait, why am I glowing?" in the Strawberry Fields), and she made more enemies then friends. She had seen what people where really like and hardened herself inwardly further, as well as finding out the necklace she has was a weapon — a dagger, to be exacted.
[1585 words]
Mortal Parent: John Darke, father&hated, deceased.
Other Family: Jeanine Darke, sister&role model, deceased.
And Finally...
I, Aries, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yah-hup.
