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Max [+]

Maximus Fleischer

_{{ "I didn't ask for this, but then again, I don't mind the thrill" }}
Sit and Listen to the Rain || King || City of the Dead

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| {Full Name} |

Maximus Noden Fleischer

| {Nickname} |

Max, Noddy

| {Date of Birth} |

1/10

| {Age} |

30

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Heterosexual

| {Relationship Status} |

Single currently

| {Role} |

Hunter

| {Occupation} |

English teacher, during the day.

| {Face Claim} |

Davey Fisher

| {Dialogue Color} |

64C8C8

| {Appearance} |

Max is a handsome man with chiseled features, ash blonde hair, and blue eyes. He stands at a tall 6'3, and holds himself with tight posture and squared shoulders. He tends to dress himself well during the day, as he has to for his career. Can't go around a school in jeans and a t-shirt. He favors the colors blue and brown, and will rarely venture into red, as he subconsciously associates the color with his quarry. He wears white only on Sundays, as according to an old superstition in his family, and his shoes are impeccably shined. Max has a highly muscular build, attained through hours of training and hunting. Branding his right shoulder is a tattoo of the family motto, to symbolize his place in a long line of hunters.

Maximus tends to have an intimidating presence, confidence and pride radiating off of him. He is, despite his deepest hate of the word, an alpha male. He is often seen with a stern look that tends to keep him safe during the day. Around his neck hangs a sapphire set in pure silver, and a topaz bracelet adorns his left wrist, both meant for his safety. Hidden in his right pocket, at all times, is a rabbit's foot, colored a deep brown. Scars mark his back and chest, creating a story of his past hunts on his flesh.

When darkness falls, Max is never short of his hunting supplies, armed to the nines. Knives and silver bullets hidden beneath his clothes, which tend to act as dark camouflage. Dark enough to blend in, but not so dark to seem like a robber and draw attention of the law enforcement.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

• Max believes in many superstitions, and tends to knock on wood, avoid ladders, and throw salt over his shoulder, should it be spilled. However, because the various superstitions regarding cats are so conflicting, he puts little merit into them.
• When he thinks, Max will pull on his chin hairs, though usually not hard enough to pluck them out. If he has been thinking for too long or will be worried about something, he will shave his face to stave off his habit.
• He will rub his hands nervously if he lies, though it varies between wringing both hands, rubbing his thumb against his index finger,
  and flexing his fingers against each other. This does not happen unless he is explicitly telling anything other than the truth.
• If something is incredibly traumatic, he will repress it and he won't think about it anymore. Whether that is to his benefit or detrement isn't exactly clear.

| {Hobbies} |

• Max tends to study his quarry, and spends hours reading informative material on whatever he is hunting. He takes many notes, and therefore has vast knowledge on the subjects. His home is full of reading material, and is separated into several different groups, according to target. He also enjoys organizing the books repeatedly, keeping himself busy.
• Though it isn't exactly his favorite activity, he spends many of his hours keeping his body ready and strong. He knows, because he is just a human, he has a disadvantage.
• It is rare that he does not have anything else to do, but when Maximus truly has downtime, he likes to write fiction novels and poetry. He is an English teacher after all. Nothing has ever been finished enough to be sent to a publisher.

| {Likes} |

• Coffee. With two jobs, he doesn't have time to sleep, so coffee is his friend.
• Autumn, as the weather is perfect to be outside.
• Quiet and calm, even when it feels fleeting
• Intellectual conversation
• Murder mystery, both fiction and non
• Dogs, they're good hunting companions
• Children are his weakness.

| {Dislikes} |

• The smell of transforming werewolves. He thinks they have a particular stench.
• His father. It's complicated.
• Organized religion. He feels it gives rise to evil.
• Cats. Just because he doesn't give cat superstition any truth in his mind doesn't mean he likes cats.
• Orange juice. It tastes like devil piss.
• His boss. He has the slightest inkling of something wrong there that he can't quite put his finger on.
• Himself. He's been mostly alone, and decided long ago he wasn't someone he wanted to be around.

| {Fears} |

• Falling into madness. This job is stressful.
• Death. He doesn't know what's beyond this life, and he doesn't want to know.
• Being turned into one of those monsters. He's read it's possible, and the prospect terrifies him. He'd rather die than live like that.

| {Secrets} |

Maximus finds the taboo of getting close to his quarry attractive. He's not acted on such attractions, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.

| {Abilities} |

Aim - When using his pistol or his numerous knives, Max has incredible aim. This is both hereditary and learned, as his father and elder brothers all learned the trait, and taught it to Maximus at a young age.

Tank- Because of his training and build, Maximus can take many hits and blows and sustain less damage than others might. He also is unlikely to be distracted by minor injuries, and is considered a powerhouse when delivering blows.

| {Limitations} |

Major injuries are something Max cannot ignore, so should it be severe enough, he will retreat, like any sensible person. Additionally, Maximus' size prevents him from moving with great agility, and can be slow compared to his quarry. Max also has an intense aversion to crowded places, so should his quarry enter a place where there are many people, he may let them go, depending on danger level of the target.

| {Personality} |

♦ Focused ♦ Lonely ♦ Selfless ♦ Vengeful ♦

With the alpha male facade, Maximus has been known to be someone who isn't easily approached. However, this is quite the contrary, and it's much to his determent that he appears as he does. Max is actually a very lonely man, who wishes to companionship. However, he's not very good at conversing with others, and so this festers and never changes. Due to this and his shame about it, he holds himself in a way that one would never guess he was awkward socially. A self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness and hiding that fact that has Max trapped. Because he is lonely, Max makes it a point to do good for others around him, so they don't feel the same way.

Max prides himself on his ability to stay devoted to one topic for long periods of time. Time passes easily for him, as he can easily bury himself in studying or organizing things. This focus can sometimes lead to obsessions, especially when someone has done him a disservice. Maximus will repeatedly run over things in his mind that he sees as wrong towards him, and plan many ways on how to incite karma upon the wrong-doer. Unfortunately, his training and abilities in hunting make him someone you wouldn't want to cross, should you wish to live.

| {Place of Origin} |

Maximus was born in Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts. At 15, after his older brother was killed, the family moved to Salem.

| {Background} |

Maximus Noden Fleischer was the second son of Bruno and Lidiya Fleischer. His older brother, Carlyle, who was 5 years his senior, fell in love with his younger brother from the moment he was was announced. From the moment of his birth, the two were inseparable, and Carlyle felt it imperative that he protect his younger brother. This was fine for a time, a Maximus was not a rebellious child.

At 8, despite his mother's protests, Maximus began his training to become a hunter. Of course, this was simple things, like how to properly hold your weapon, the habits of the quarry, and such. Maximus was highly reluctant, but in an effort to please Carlyle and his father, Max continued with the studies as laid out by their father. Hunting came before school, even, as their family's legacy was in the extermination of evil. Max's grades began to suffer, and they continued to do so until his sophomore year of highschool, at 15.

It had been midday, on a Saturday. Maximus remembered because they hadn't attended church or rather, slept in past church, and he wasn't in school. Carlyle had been out all night. His father was asleep upstairs, and he and his mother were talking about a book while having hot-dogs. The phone rang, and his mother got it quickly in an effort not to disturb her husband. Moments later, she had dropped the phone and was sprinting upstairs.

Neither parent was telling Max anything as he was herded into the vehicle. His mother was shaking and crying, his father was stone, and lights were flashing up ahead. Max didn't remember much after the car stopped. He's been told that Carlyle was found there, tied to a tree by his wrists, pale and heavy. He had marks about his neck. But Max couldn't tell you one way or the other, he blacked out.

The only thing he really remembers was the burial. Just after Carlyle had been put into the ground, his memory returns. There aren't too many holes like that in his memory, but he knows for a fact that his brother is dead, and is very certain that he was killed by the Oak Bluff vampire coven. The police chalked it up to gang activity and dismissed the death mostly. That still doesn't sit well with Max, but he doesn't have much of an option but to let it go. All the vampire activity died down after Carlyle was killed, so they couldn't even find the culprits.

Their family moved to Salem shortly after that, either to avoid the coven, or to escape the past. Max wasn't in the know, he just followed blindly. He blamed his father largely for the loss of his brother, for introducing him to the life of a hunter, and therefore, cutting it short. He wouldn't even hear any argument for defense, and opted instead to close himself off from his family, and eventually that leaked into his social life. Max quickly became a lonely kid, but he began to excel in school, once hunting was pushed off his mind.

Max thinks the reason he came back to hunting was to find the bastards that killed Carlyle. At 18, when he went off to college, he picked it back up again, likely to protect himself, now that his father wasn't around, hunting all the beasties in the night. And he wanted to seek justice for Carlyle, though it was subconscious.

Maximus graduated from college with a Masters in education, and began working at the highschool he graduated from. That's where he is today, living by himself, looking for a dog to keep him company now.

I FINALLY DID IT. Sorry, I've been working for DAYS on this guy and I finally finished! @Lionhearted, tell me if you need anything more from me for him. I'd be more than happy to change it up.

@Lionhearted Should let you know that I’ve decided not to create my hunter character since we already have a few but I’ll be happy to fill in anywhere else. :) Probably the vampire section.

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Turns out my character is too identical to @Hero's character in the way I wished to use the Compel ability and that I wanted her to be a kind of arrogant vixen. (Yes, I too am creating a female vampire.) Hero and I also had similar ideas for our characters' occupation as I was thinking of having my character run a night club.

So I'm trying to figure out what my character's role will/should be in the coven and in Salem as well as how to make her a little more different than Aimee. I believe once I figure that out and can get moving and complete my CS.

The only things I have settled on so far as of this post is that she was born in Transylvania, she is half Romani (gypsy), and that she was in Romania during WWII.

Can we start posting or should we wait?

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Awesome! He looks sooooo good. I mean his CS, of course...

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All good!

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That's too bad, though I'm not opposed to similar characters! Unless you don't want to be making someone similar. Whichever idea you go for is good for me!

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POST, POST, POST, POST~!

Nice posts everyone, still working on my own though probably could have already posted what I have lol. A good question for everyone though, how would people feel about a discord for the RP? If I made one, would everyone be interested in joining it?

Should be able to get my character up sometime tomorrow night.

Tala [+]

I'm going with a vampire posing as a high school student. Really just need to write up her personality and background I think.

Lizzie Darcy [+]

Lizzie Darcy

[color=???]_{{ " Books are a uniquely portable magic." }}[/color]

| {Full Name} |

Elizabeth Jane Darcy

| {Nickname} |

She calls herself Lizzie, close friends sometimes call her Beth or Liz.

| {Date of Birth} |

Lizzie isn’t sure when she was born. She considers the day she was found as her birthday, which was August 15th.

| {Age} |

168 – appears in her mid twenties.

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Sexuality} |

Hetero

| {Relationship Status} |

Single.

| {Role} |

Vampire

| {Occupation} |

Owns the local bookstore.

| {Face Claim} |

Kiera Knightley

| {Dialogue Color} |

2e3192

| {Appearance} |

At 5 foot 7, Lizzie is tall for her age/era. Her dark hair, pale skin and bright eyes classify her as a classic beauty. She’s often underestimated because of her kind face and slender figure. She was often told she smiled too much as a child. Somehow, she was not expected to be happy.
A typical child of her time, Lizzie prefers skirts and dresses over wearing pants. She knows how to dress modestly, and though she does try to adapt to current fashion styles, she rarely wears short skirts. If she does, they never fall above the knee. She prefers not to show cleavage, favouring a sweetheart neckline or a blouse, and never goes sleeveless. ¾ is acceptable, shorter is not.
Lizzie prefers wearing natural colours, brown, auburn, blues, whites & off-whites and greens.
She has no tattoos, piercings or visible scars.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

Lizzie still speaks with a British accent, and uses outdated phrases or concepts. She never eats in front of others. Has a soft spot for orphans and gives generously to charity.

| {Hobbies} |

Reading, gardening, walking, drawing, photography, the occult/fantasy.

| {Likes} |

Everything about books; the feel, the scent, the history
Thunderstorms
Rainy days
The scent of the fall & the spring
Snow
Walking in the woods
Being out of doors
Children

| {Dislikes} |

Guns & modern weaponry
Male dominance
Sunshine. Even as a human child it gave her a headache
Being told what to do
Snobs
People who act like they are better than others
Not being given a choice

| {Fears} |

The end of the human race. Lizzie feels humans have become more self-destructive over the years. She fears the day when humanity will no longer populate the earth in numbers great enough to sustain the Vampire population.
Not being loved/spending eternity alone. Maybe it’s her age, but the idea of being alone, unloved, a burden on society still lingers in her mind. Still, she has not chosen to take a mate.
Killing again. She keeps humans at a “professional” distance.

| {Secrets} |

Lizzie was abandoned by her maker after she was turned. She wandered about in the countryside for months, abstaining from feeding until she was half crazy with hunger. She invariably killed her victims whenever her resistance broke and she had to feed. Afraid of leaving bite marks, Lizzie knocked her victims unconscious and cut their wrist with a knife. She has no idea how many people she’d killed before she was found by another vampire. He had come across her by accident. She watched him for a while and witnessed his encounters with humans. After a while, when the hunger became too much to bear again, she revealed herself to him. He saved her by educating her and taking her under his wing. The murders went unsolved, mostly due to the distance between them, and Lizzie has never discussed this period of her life with anyone. She had told the other that she had fed on animals, and he seemed to believe her.
Oh and another, less dangerous secret: Lizzie loves reading young adult fiction and has a well read copy of the Twilight Saga hidden in her house. She’ll admit to it being pulp, but it is one of her guilty pleasures.

| {Abilities} |

izzie has the standard skills of all vampires. She can get what she wants by pretending to be a helpless female, in need of assistance. Men in particular are vulnerable to her assumed vulnerability. She dislikes using this skill, though. She can make herself invisible. Not by means of magic, but she can manipulate minds. People simply don’t notice her or don’t remember having seen her. This is her only manipulative skill to date.
Lizzie is both highly intelligent and very observant. She is confident in her strength, but relies more on her speed and agility. Why risk getting hurt when you can dodge and punch at the same time?

| {Limitations} |

In addition to the usual Vampire limitations, Lizzie detests the use of firearms. She is more sensitive to sunlight than most Vampires. Even as a human, sunny days gave her a head ache.

| {Personality} |

♦ Intelligent ♦ Proud ♦ Generous ♦ Opinionated ♦

Lizzie comes across as a cheerful, bubbly, happy young woman. Her bright eyes betray her intelligence, and her quick wit and use of sarcasm has gotten her in trouble more times than she can count. She is a keen observer and a good judge of character and takes pride in the number of times she’s been right. She is occasionally dead wrong, of course, and capable of admitting this and adjusting her opinions. She does tend to stick to her own opinions and observations until she has been proven wrong, which also gets her in trouble.
Lizzie’s a real people person. Her transition to Vampire was very hard on her, until she learned she could co-exist with humans. She still tends to keep to herself, afraid of hurting someone in an unguarded moment. She attends parties and social gatherings and has no problems dealing with the clients in her bookstore, but she doesn’t date and can be perceived as distant in close social contact.
Those who do know her up close, know that they’ll never find a more loyal, generous and kind friend.

| {Place of Origin} |

Lizzie was born in the UK. She doesn’t know the details, but it was definitely in Derbyshire. She came to the US after WWII, with a group of people. They were separated upon arrival, and Lizzie has no idea how many others made it into the US, or where they are.

| {Background} |

Lizzie was found in a bassinette inside an overturned carriage. Her bassinette rested at the bottom of a pile of clothes and suitcases that appeared to have fallen on top of the bassinette as the carriage went over. A hunting party on their way home from a successful hunt came across the carriage and rushed over to see if they could help. They soon realised that the carriage was empty apart from the suitcases. There was some blood and one of the seats was damp, but there was no sign of the former occupants. They decided to load the mystery occupants’ belongings onto their carriage, to prevent them being stolen, and that’s when they came across the baby girl. They couldn’t leave her there, so they loaded her up and took her back to the manor. The local midwife estimated she was about 4 days old at the time. A day after the baby had been found in the carriage, the remains of the mother were found in a copse nearby.

One of the men, George, offered to take the baby in. His wife Charlotte had just lost her own child in childbirth, and they would be able to take care of the infant. This arrangement was meant to be temporary, but when Charlotte removed the baby from the bassinette, George discovered two items had been hidden beneath the baby. The first was a copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Stored between the well read pages was a letter of recommendation. The young girl was an orphan who had become too old to remain in the orphanage. She was on her way to her first employment as a governess, and since no mention of a baby or her situation was made, it was assumed she had managed to hide this fact until the last moment. The orphanage was contacted, of course, but it was obvious to all that the little girl was better off where she was. George and Charlotte named her Elizabeth Jane Darcy, after the lead characters in the mother’s beloved book. George and Charlotte raised her well, and Lizzie benefited from all their wealth and status could afford her. She was aware she was adopted, and that she did not share her parents’ last name, but this did not diminish the love between Lizzie and her parents.

Lizzie’s childhood was a happy one. She had everything she wanted, and lots of friends to share it with. Lizzie’s parents were collectors of rare books for the British Royal Family. In that capacity they travelled a lot, both within England and abroad. During one of their trips to Europe, Lizzie and her parents met an aristocrat who took an interest in Lizzie. Being almost 25 years of age, Lizzie had given up the idea of being a desirable partner, but this man appeared not to mind her age or lack of heritage. They spent some time together, until Lizzie fell ill. Everything humanly possible was done, but nothing could save the poor girl’s life. Her parents were flattered that the aristocrat should attend the funeral. No promises had been made, after all. They were too distraught to think anything of it, and returned to England broken hearted, unaware that their daughter was travelling with them as cargo.

Back home in England, Lizzie struggled with her new found freedom. She remembered that one night, that secret kiss, and then fading, dying. She was quite sure she had died, yet here she was. She could not remember what had happened after she had died, though she thought her aristocratic European may have visited her. She only knew that she had died, and now she was here, and that she had lost her taste for food. She craved something, though she did not understand what, and wandered around the countryside, lost and alone. Travelling at night, she met few people, and she soon realised that no-one seemed to notice or remember her, when she wished to be unseen or not remembered. She also realised she could hear and smell much better, and that she had become impossibly strong. And she soon discovered her strength failed as her hunger grew.

Fearing what she had become, understanding that she had died, not knowing what to do, where to go or what to expect, Lizzie wandered aimlessly across the English countryside. After about 2 weeks ( it was hard to keep track of time) Lizzie felt weakened and exhausted. Her new found strength seemed to be failing her. While looking for a place to hide for the day, she came across an injured young man. He had clearly fallen off his horse, and was lying in a ditch, dying. Intending to help, she kneeled down next to the poor thing. When she regained her senses, her clothes, hands and face were covered in blood, and the young man was dead. Shocked, Lizzie ran.

The next few months were a constant blur of hunger, fear and feeding frenzies. Until one night, when she came across another nightly traveller. She followed him for a while, observing, and when the hunger again threatened to overtake her, she exposed herself to him. He recognized her for what she was and took her under his wing. He introduced her to her new life, and taught her how to feed without killing or harming humans. He also taught her that both Vampires and humans can experience pleasure from the feeding. And when the second great war ripped Europe apart, he took her with him to the safety of America. In his company, Lizzie learned to adapt herself to her surroundings and how to incorporate those subtle signs of aging into her appearance so she could remain in one place longer than a few years. Time and an interest in the occult led Lizzie to Salem a few years ago, and the recent developments have enticed her to stay.

| {Extra} |

Read the rules, can’t think of anything else.

It took me a while, but here she is. Let me know what you think?
@Lionhearted