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[center][h1][color=Darkblue]Maximus Santos[/color][/h1]
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[b]{[/b]"[i]Happiness is a Choice[/i]"[b]}[/b] -[b]Anonymous[/b][/center]
[b]| [color=Darkblue]Name[/color] |[/b]
Maximus Cirius Santos 

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Nickname[/color] |[/b]
Max
	He obtained the nickname because saying ‘Maximus’ was a mouthful for others so they shortened it to Max. He doesn’t particularly like or hate being called that. In fact, he couldn’t care less about what you call him.

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Birthday[/color] |[/b]
June 28

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Age[/color] |[/b]
16

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Gender[/color] |[/b]
Male

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Sexuality[/color] |[/b]
Asexual

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Relationship Status[/color] |[/b]
Single

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Classification[/color] |[/b]
Junior

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Social Tier[/color] |[/b]
B-List

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Role[/color] |[/b]
Writer - Works together with artists most of the time

[b]| [color=Darkblue]In Depth Appearance[/color] |[/b]
	Max stands at a height of 5'5, pretty average for his race, and weighs quite averagely really. He has black hair that sometimes shimmers light brown under the sunlight and black slanted eyes which led most to believe that he is of Chinese, Korean or Japanese descent, not Filipino-American. Although slanted eyes doesn't look like a typical half-Filipino, it is entirely possible. His skin is littered with scars although most aren't visible when he has clothes on. He has a particularly large on on his back, presumed to have been gotten on that fight with the two men. He doesn't have much of a sense of fashion so he usually sticks with a range of clothing unless advised to wear another. He usually wears button-up shirts, sometimes with a sweater vest, black slacks and sneakers. He always wears a gold pendant, a gift from his sister when they were young. He sometimes wears glasses when at home and claims to be an instrument for his focus.

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Quirks | Habits | Oddities[/color] |[/b]
- He has a habit of staring off into space when not being directly spoken to
- He spins his pencil in his hand whenever he’s trying to think of something related to writing
- He rubs or plays his pendant whenever he’s nervous or feel like his facade is going to break

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Likes[/color] |[/b]
- Writing
- Books
- Cartoons/Anime/Manga
- True Friendship
- Animals
- His pendant
- His sister and his mother

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Dislikes[/color] |[/b]
- Nosy people
- People trying to break his facade
- Secretly hates people who are too bossy
- Disappointment
- Being beaten up
- Vices
- His stepfather and his father

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Hobbies[/color] |[/b]
- Writing storylines
- Watching random shows on the internet (mostly anime)
- Playing videogames
- Cosplaying and selling doujins/fanworks in cons

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Secrets[/color] |[/b]
- He’s a brony, guy who watches MLP at that age and actually likes it
- He killed two people when he was young

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Fears[/color] |[/b]
- Having his facade broken down
- Losing his family [Mother and Sister (forget about the stepfather that bastard)
- His split personality

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Personality Traits[/color] |[/b]
- Loyal
- Secretive
- Has multiple fake personalities
- Generous at heart
- Lazy at times

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Personality[/color] |[/b]
	Maximus has an ever-changing personality. It differs from person to person. He can be serious and happy, depending on the person’s wants. Therein lies one of his special talents, he can spot what kind of person you want to see and he’ll do it. Although he would need some observations to do that but it was a big school and he could easily pass off his spying as just simply passing by or hanging out by a random locker.

	He’s also alright with being asked/ordered to do things since they’re mostly minor things like taking this to that place and picking up this and giving it to them. However, he doesn’t like being bossed around. Being ordered around too much like you’re a slave is practically something he doesn’t want to experience, ever. He had enough of that from his stepfather. He knows when it’s enough and he knows how to say no, it isn’t like he can’t make up an excuse so he can save his hide. He’s also pretty loyal to his friends. By friends, he means real friends, not those he just randomly calls his friends after being acquaintances for a while. Although getting his loyalty and full trust isn’t the easiest thing around.

	His inner true character is something he isn’t even sure anymore. Who was he? What was he like before this whole acting charade? Was he happy back then? Questions fills his mind every night. He can’t even get his true self out when he’s talking with his mother or his sister. But he’s absolutely sure that he doesn’t need to be himself to get far in life. For his own sake, he hopes he’s right.  However, his true character is just a simple, generous guy which he got from his mother. He doesn’t like too much of something and is content with just the small stuff as long as he gets to survive. He gives what he has to those who needs it the most. But getting that kind of character out of him would take quite an amount of effort and perseverance. He doesn’t easily break after so many years of doing it. And even if you do manage to break down the wall, you’ll have yourself an angry person. He doesn’t like being meddled with. He would break down, be paranoid and become a shut-in, or at least that’s one possible outcome.

	And yet another dark persona rests within his heart. A split personality, one could say. This personality only comes out when his life is in extreme danger. It’s practically all his pent up frustrations, anger and wrath all poured out using violence to get out of a life-and-death situation. Of course, this doesn’t mean that he’ll automatically win. This part of him is reckless yet smart at the same time. It does anything to get out of the situation, even if it means killing someone. As Max grew up, he began to understand piece together this part of him. It sometimes appears in his dreams and fear has been implanted.

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Place of Origin[/color] |[/b]
Manila, Philippines

[b]| [color=Darkblue]History[/color] |[/b]
	Maximus’s parents first met in the Philippines when his mother was off to make a journal report about the place. Needless to say, they fell in love, got married and soon had Maximus. She moved to the Philippines with him after arranging everything with her boss. Everything was going well. Then they had his younger sister, Julia. Maximus really loved his younger sister to bits and would spend time with her in his parents’ stead as they were too busy with their jobs to take care of the two.

	Too busy indeed. When they caught wind that Max’s father was actually cheating on their mother, she decided to file a divorce. But unfortunately for her, divorce isn’t a thing in the Philippines. An annulment at best but she didn’t want that. And so she moved the family to America and then the divorce went through. His father moved away, taking Julia with him. It left Max depressed for about a week until they got in touch again. 

	In the span of time between Julia’s birth and his parents’ inevitable divorce, he got himself involved in a bad situation that turned worse every second ticked by. He was walking home from another friend’s house when he passed by two drunks who were just drinking away in pure bliss, laughing with each other with no care in the world. When Max passed by, they turned to him, grins on their faces. He knew these two, good friends of his father and they practically hated him for some reason. He never knew what. They started coming after him with broken bottles as their weapon and he ran, towards the place where they drank. He took a bottle for himself for safekeeping and then bolted out of there. But he was far too young to outrun two fully grown men even if they were drunk. And back then, he wasn’t exactly the most athletic person around. At some point, he was cornered and blacked out. When he woke up, he had blood on him and two dead men were lying in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened and he wasn’t jailed for it as it ruled as self-defense. He is afraid to know what had transpired at that moment.

	He managed to fit in well in his new school. It was extremely different from where he came from though. The bullying reached physically and he was used to only vocal bullying. He hadn’t become a target though and he managed to keep it that way by changing masks every time he talked with someone. He became an instant favorite with the teachers and got good grades, all the while maintaining a terribly unstable social life that he managed to keep up until he graduated from that school.

	Family life in that timespan was quite stable though. His mother had more time for him and he was in touch with his sister the whole time. However, Max’s mother remarried with another guy. A drunkard. But he was a rich drunkard who could get them anything he wanted if you stay in his good side. But there are times where he would go home, drunk and angry and would seek out his mother to beat. Max always covers her up and takes the beating, has scars to prove it too. He then learned to act around him so he would ease up, calm down and be happy but this took away his individuality, not that he minded. He had also gotten his love for writing. His tragic present is perfect for stories and such and he became famous in internet only.

	Max soon enrolled into St. Mary’s Academy. It is a prestigious school where his stepfather went to school in. He claimed that it would be perfect for him and he’ll grow up to be an excellent person. He expressed his love for writing and the stepfather thankfully approved and so did his mother but then again she didn’t have much power in the household anymore. 

	Just like in his old school and with his stepfather, he entered the Academy with a smile and a fake personality. It took a while to get used to the prim and proper exterior but inside, it was just the same as his old school. A ranking, the bullies, the bullied and then the royals. Max hanged back for the starting days, making little conversation with others with the same dream profession and soon gotten himself acquainted with those who wanted to make books and picture books. 

	He survived his freshman and sophomore years with ease. Sticking with his writer-artist group and then making sure that none of the royals were too displeased with him really did the trick. The ‘others’, so they have been called, were also cool with him. Not too angry at him. Some have approached him every now and then and he always answers them with a smile as opposed to the high and mighty royals where he looks pretty much humbled.

[b]| [color=Darkblue]Miscellaneous[/color] |[/b]
Unfortunately, I don’t watch tv often anymore. Right now, it would probably be the news[/hider]