Character's real name: Maximillian Nicholas Merel
Codename/Alias: Fox; not many people call hmi this however. Mostly, because they don't know of the name, and he finds it strange giving out such an obviously fake name. Especially a name of an animal species.
Gender: Male
Age:15
Nationality/Ethnicity: Belgian-American
Birthplace: Everett, Oregon.
Personality: Max in a nutshell....Well, if you were to compare Fox with a nut at all, you'd have to be taking about when you reach your hand into a container of Assorted Nuts, and don't know what your going to get. Like any hormone induced teen, he has several sides, each as emotional and sane as the last. He can be angry, in which his face will turn red and he'll probably have an fluctuating aura, instead of a stable one. When sad, his aura seems to shrink rather than grow as he pulls himself back from the world. When jealous, his aura may be smaller than when angry, but it tends to be filled with much concentrated potency. When happy, or content, his aura is of an average size, which is usually around four feet, and helps him concentrate, along with those around him. When afraid, the aura has an effect that would be a median of the effects of jealous and angry.
Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.): Max isn't anti-social, but he does dislike crowds and people outside his direct group of friends. He hates their meddling and how they always seem to be watching him, eyes searching hungrily over him, just sitting there waiting, preying on his insecurites and paranoia. Otherwise, he's very fun to be around, though he's horrid at conversation, and starts laughing randomly in a bit of a scary manner when talking to newer people, and they make a small joke. He may follow the needs of an individual if he owes them a favour or something, but for the most part, thinks of himself. A phobia of his is a normal fear of heights. He freezes up near them, and they may trigger his mutation, depending on the space, height level, ect. Also might depend if he's aware of a should-be scare for anything else. He hates them with his life, and is certain that they'd take his life if possible. He also doesn't trust cats at all, and tries to keep at leasy ten feet away from them at all times. They send him into a tensed up, state in which he may start panting, and mubmling incoherently.
Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Maximillian was in the X-Men, until the school was attacked, that is. For now, while he's scattered, he's unallianced but he may go back to the X-Men, or another group, when the School is repaired and the Regeristration Plot is finished.
Everyday clothing: You may mostly often find Max in loose jeans, just enough so that they aren't clingy, and a long sleeve shirt of a pale colour such as grey or cornupepper blue, and then a more bold colour like a brown on top of that. He wiol not wear anything extremely baggy, or ripped.
Uniform: Maximillian doesn't have any real physical manifestation of his mutation, so his outfit looks like the regular new-era X-Men suits, with that sleek and black look. It is, however, made of a special material to help amplify his aura's range of effect. He's left this at the school and home of the X-Men, sadly though.
Pajamas:(This is the strangest part of the whole application, I do believe.
) Max's pajama's consist of long-legged pajama pants with cartoonistic alligators smiling and doing other unrealistic things such as waving, and a T-Shirt with no text on it, and usually a grey or a grey-blue.
Hair color and style: Max's hair is pretty standard for a teen. The more appropriate, mutant group of teens, that is.
Eye color: Brown, but it darkens on the outside and inside edges to a darker brown that appears black. This is only a very small line, however.
Height: Maximillian is five feet and nine inches, which would be about one hundred seventy-five centimeters?
Build: Skinny, not very muscular. He's definitely not very useful for physical labor in his current state. However, with his metabolism and unused energy, he could make for a strong person. He's just too lazy and apathetic about sports and the such to care.
Scars: Nothing dramatic, for the most part. However, he has several small, though deep, scars on his calf and shins from when a group of cats attacked him as a small child. He, though he is unaaware of this so don't tell him (
), had unleashed an extremely small amount of his aura, and the cats didn't seem to like that at all!
Tattoos: None. Like his parents would let him!
Piercings: Again, none. His parents would most likely behead him, and stick it on a steak in their front yard.
Description of ability(ies): Fox, or Max if you will, has the ability to give off a sort of aura or radiation that causes slight to severe confusion and disorientation in most humans, and some mutants.Usually, the extremity of his effect on the other depends on a combination of a battle of willpower, and Maximillian's control over his powers. He also can help another focus more if their mind is clouded. This is when he is in a calmer or relaxed state. Whereas the confusion takes place in the more stressful or excited situations. I will give a list for a small amount of emotions that may help give a small example of his ability. These
have been mentioned elsewhere in this Profile.
Angry: A fluctuating aura, instead of a stable one. (Maximum Distance: 7 feet)
Sad: Aura seems to shrink rather than grow and the strength dies with his rising emotions. (Maximum Distance: 1 feet)
Happy/Content: Helps him concentrate, along with those around him. (Maximum Distance: 4 feet)
Jealous: Tends to be filled with much concentrated potency. (Maximum Distance: 2 feet)
Afraid: Normal strength. (Maximum Distance: 4 feet)
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies):Extreme migraines, dizziness, temporary lack of vision, extreme fatigue, and nosebleeds while in use and occasionally immediately afterward. Sometimes using the mutation's abilities without knowing them. These slip-ups are usually just having people forget what they were thinking, why they were doing what they were doing, or the other form of his ability, helping their focus. Has a horrid memory, perhaps a side effect of the mutation. Also, his mutation doesn't only effect only himself and his enemies, but also any allies that appear to be in the radius of his aura.
Fighting style (if any): A form of his own blitzkrieg. Fox runs into a battle, without battle cry, and hits with a wave of confusion. However, he has no other mutated fighting capabilities, and isn't good at hand-on-hand so chances are he'd run once his previous attack gave him the delay in his opponent's actions and his own persecution. He has no real reason to want to fight anyone. He tries to stay out of trouble like fights, but being a mutant, it tends to follow him around. He wishes, secretly, to have Ethan's skills for martial arts. However, he feels its too late to learn, and with the current events, he doesn't think he could fit it in his schedule, really.
History of your character: A slightly torn newspaper blew through the streets in a nicely sized city in Oregon. It was picked up, high into the air, before doing a three-inscribed and being pressed against the gates into the Men’s Correctional Facility of Everett. Even though the sides of the pages were flapping wildly in the bitter wind, the title was easily read. The Everett Intelligence. It was obviously one of the less popular newspapers from the amount of detailed work and designs it had on it which were very limited. Dots of moisture sank into the paper, however as the clouds started crying their tears. Slowly, the words April 22, 1992 became blurred, and smeared with the other words around it. The winds died down, and let the limp paper fall on one of the many mass-produced roads of tar and asphalt. From there, it traveled up into the air, doing a nicely choreographed dance on an air current. High, the paper flew. Strong, the gusty winds blew.
As if having met it’s destination, the paper stopped and laid silent and still after flapping wildly against the window that belonged to a large building. The building was built out of red bricks, and was nearly a fourth of a mile wide, in both length and width. Though smaller than most other buildings around, it still contained nearly five floors. From the looks of it, the building was not neglected in any sense. The lawn was perfectly mowed, the windows gleamed as sunlight was sent through them in the brightening day, and even the cars that were parked outside of it seemed to be of the more fancy branch of automobiles. A sign of black and white marble was inscribed with ‘Everett Methodist Hospital’. Inside, an engaged couple found themselves excited, anxious, weak kneed, and exhausted on the third floor. A mother held a newly born infant, male in her arms. The father stood a distance away, but also watched, in a protective but spacial manner. So began a very confused, and eventually chaotic life of a mutant. One of the few millions of people in the world. How ironic that would sound to him eventually.
The mother gave the small bundle a tight, yet gentle, squeeze as the squirming creature inside crying out loudly. The nurse nearby said a few, quieted words to the mother who nodded, and the nurse took the small boy from her. This boy would grow to live a normal life. At least until the age of fourteen. He would earn nice grades at a public school, have a relatively good set of friends, and would stay out of trouble. The boy might not a have a knack for sports or a great focus on anything, but he would soon be able to realize the true him. The wealth of the family would give him anything he could ever ask for, plus an ego that he would also eventually lose, once people started treating him like the freak he was rightfully called.
How the mother would regret sending him off from the protection of her home to have him with his own kind. With other mutants. She would indeed regret this. Fright would overtake her when she would come to know that her calls had been unanswered when she called the home of her son. She would sit in fear, dreading what had happened to him on the East Coast. Dreading sending him away and every mean thing she had ever said to him, much like a mother would.
Sample RP: (Not with current plot I know. Just something I decided to write to show the normal-ish length. Also, my sentence structure. Will NOT be my first post, don't fret!)
A sleek black car drove into the large estate that held Headmaster Tricity's school for mutants. The younger mutant in the back of the car had his hands full, keeping his excitement contained. There were others around him that wouldn't be horrified by him. Thoughts of freedom liberated his soul, and his posture never seemed better, without the burden of keeping his secret, nay, himself from the world. He had tried to talk with his driver, but he refused to answer back, and finally, pressed a button, closing the area between the two with a darkly tinted barrier. From there, he had directed his focus outside. There were students and mutants about the courtyard and the grasses. It seemed such a simple living. Then, he remembered the school supplies he had brought with him. This was also a school. Not just a fun boarding house. This drug him down, until he saw a human suddenly form out of a shadow. This did much to heighten his ecstasy again.
Finally, the car parked, and the driver opened his door, and then Max's. The mutant watched as the man unloaded his bags for him, before getting back into his car and driving away. A bit lost, Maximillian picked up his bags, and approached the doors into the building. He felt that his staying here was much like staying in a nice hotel, if he was able to judge from the outside of it. He looked around the large room that greeted him as he walked into it. A desk sat on the other wall of the room, but from the looks no one was there. He felt a bit on-the-spot, and tried not to look too obvious as he scuffled over to the desk for a better view. They did need a list of things to do upon entering.
Where did you learn about this site?: The wonderful search engine that is the only one I use. Google.
Other accounts on MRO: None.
) Max's pajama's consist of long-legged pajama pants with cartoonistic alligators smiling and doing other unrealistic things such as waving, and a T-Shirt with no text on it, and usually a grey or a grey-blue. 
