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Character's full name: Maxwell Sands
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Maxi, Max
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: 29th December 1990
Nationality/ Ethnicity: English/Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Notthingham
Appearance[/u]
Hair colour and style: Short, untidy black hair, which has turned grey at the roots
Eyes: A deep blue
Height: 6"1
Build: Tall and Thin.
Visible mutation: His left hand, up to the elbow, is made of a odd glass
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: A network of scars runs from his elbow, towards his shoulder.
Other features: None
Everyday clothing style: Max usually wears bright, comfortable clothes. He has a visible mutation, so he usually wears long sleeved T-shirts to cover it up. Baggy cargo pants with many pockets and prefered, and sneakers.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: A pair of PJ pants
Miscellaneous clothing: One black, leather biking glove, that ends at his elbow.
Character[/u]
Personality: Max likes to but on a happy face, joking and grinning with people that he has never met before. Theres a confidence behind the way he talks and acts, but its very shallow. Underneath that, theres a scared boy who doesn't know what the hell he's doing or where going. Theres also a lot of anger and regret, buried inside him. And a longing, for something.
Hobbies/ Interests: Reader of all things and avid Music fan
Job or part time job and description: N/A. Was left a large sum of money after his mother died.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Maxwell has two major fears. The first is that his father, who he escaped from,. would one day find him again. The second is that he will loose control of his abillity and cause damage to himself and those around him.
Special talents: He can play the piano.
Morality[/u]
Good/ bad/ neutral/other: Maxwell is neutral, but leans towards good.
Mutations[/u]
Mutation description:n: Max suffers from a progressive mutation. His left arm, below the elbow, has become an unkown compound that could be described as Diamond like. While it acts like a normal arm would, there is no longer any bone or flesh of any kind. Each year, it progressively moves upwards towards the rest of Max's body.
Strengths: The diamond like compound has a very tight molecular structure, making the arm extremely dense with a heavey mass. It is also almost indstructable. Gunfire, at close range with armour peircing bullets, cannot even scratch it. This means concrete and metal containers crumple like paper in his fist.
Weaknesses: Theres three major flaws in the arm. Firstly, a sound with very high pitched and tight frequency could completely shatter his arm into shards. And secondly, there are a few precious metals that could carve through his arm. Finally, the rest of Max is completely normal. A telepath could easily control his mind while any other form of violence inflicted on his body could kill him. There no feeling winthin his crystal arm, something that Max really hates.
Secondary mutation description: Energy absorbtion and release. Maxwell's arm acts like a lighting rod when it comes to all types of Light, lasers and rays. The compound, a black color when eposed to no forms of energy, steadily become whiter and whiter, until it finally glows a bright blue.
Strengths: This mutation allows Max to conduct energy. For example, if he punched a T.V with his hand, the electricty released would pour into his hand. Then, he would be able to effectively throw it at an enemy of his choice. The only form of energy that doesn't effect it is Artificial light. Another cool thing about his power is that if he is attacked with two types of energy, they will mingle inside his arm and be released together, with the highest form of energy taking dominance.
Weaknesses: If the arm absorbs far too much energy, it will kill Max. If he ever got into a battle, whith an energy user, his arm would absorb as much as possible until resulting in extreme danger to himself and others. Max's greatest weakness is the sun. If his arm is put into direct sunlight, it absorbs as much energy as possible until his arm becomes a nuclear reactor. The discharge of that amount of energy would be devastating to everyone, including himself. Also, the use of this mutation puts stress on his body, having turned his hair grey. To stop this from happening, Max never removes his glove. The Crystal cannot absorb if it is covered. The flow of the energy cannot be changed. Electricity, for example, would come out of his hand as a bolt.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Street boxing, or Dirty Boxing. It's a form of fighting found in the backstreets of london. It has no real form to it but there are a lot of pros in using it.
Pros for fighting style: With Max's ability, the use of his fist is an extreme advantage, even when in a glove. The mixture of a normal hand, used for speed, and the heavier one for damage makes him an eqaul fighter. This fighting style was used simply for ending a fight as quick as possible.
Cons for fighting style: Any form of Karate or such will not be effectively defended against. Unless Max starts the fight, his style isn't much use when attacked.
Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character[/u]:
Maxwell Sands was born with the metaphorical silver spoon in his mouth. Both of his parents were wealthy, for very different reasons. His mother, Sandra Sands, was a world known paino player. She was a brilliant woman, with long black hair and always wearing a smile. Max was closer to her then his father. Cecil Sands was a scientific man, a stand alone figure in the world of Genetic science. He was always busy, always serious. He spent his child hood being taught by tutors and reading from the familys extensive home library, or playing games with his mother. One of his fondest memories is playing hide and seek in the family mansion with Sandra, dodging from room to room and trying to stay hidden.
At the age of Ten, his powers became apparent. At the tip of his finger, there was a birthmark. After a light electric shock from a light switch, the birthmark then grew larger and larger, until it covered his finger tip. The electrics in the house started to shortwire. This was when his father began to take serious notice of Maxwell. His mother tried as hard as possible to hide Maxwell's power, afraid that when Cecil learnt about it he would began to poke and prod at his son, to see what had made him different. So the secret remained secret, and Maxwell had to wear gloves when around his father. Typically, the man didn't notice.
The Mutation continued to progress, slowly climbing up his other finger and his wrist. Sandra helped him to understand it, secretly taking him to doctors she trusted. He even learnt about the way it fed off energy and how to discharge it properly. But at twelve years old, it was halfway to his elbow. And then, Sandra fell ill. She was bedridden, and later died. Cecil and Maxwell were left alone, together. Without his mother around, Maxwell began to rebel against his father. Angry at him, for some inexplicable reason, Max would sneak out of the house and go looking for trouble. This was how he got involved with street fighting. It didn't help, because Cecil didn't even notice Max's black eyes or cut lips.
The only time that he ever did take notice was when he entered the library, in search of a dictionary and found Max without his glove on. Spotting the crystal, he instantly became interested. Cecil began to question Max, making him feel disorintated and even angrier, until finally Max punched him. He broke his fathers jaw, pratically shattering it on the right side. When his father was in hospital, Max fell into deep depression until he finally took a knife to his arm, trying to cut the crystal off. It didn't work and left him more frustrated then ever.
So he decided to start again. Go somewhere new and far away, where he wouldn't have to deal with Cecil Sands. Taking his inheritance, left by his mother, he fled to the coastline and paid a cargo vessel to smuggle him to America. It worked. He arrived days ago, with a small fortune of cash and doesn't know what or where his life is heading.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: I beat the information out of Google.
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: None.
Sample RP:
"So, theres this egineer who dies, right?" Max smiled, casting a look down the coffee bar at the small audience. "Well, he's stood outside of the gates of hell and Satan comes to welcome him in. He gets shown around the place, a trick meant to frighten him. But all he does is thinks up genius ways of changing hell completely. Finally, he annouces to the devil, "I'll help make hell a better place if you promise me that I'd never be punished for my sins." Satan thinks it over and agrees." He paused, taking a drink from the coffee mug infront of him.
"In the next weeks, all of hell gets changed. Theres Escalators and plumbing and everything. Well, God sees this and gets really angry, so he appears to Satan. 'Hell shouldn't be like this,' he says. 'Hell should be torment for everyone.' Satan scoffed at him, replying 'Oh, and what are you going to do about it?'" He took the pause to fish around in his pockets, searching for the very expensive wallet he had bought. "Rarely has he ever been challaged, God panics and replies, 'I'll...! I'll...! Sue you!' The Devil almost falls over laughing now, rolling around on the floors and clutching his sides. When God, angry, demands to know what he's laughing at, Satan replies... 'Theres not a snow balls chance in this place that you'll find a Lawyer in heaven.'" The three men laughed, each of them nodding along and muttering to each other. Maxwell just grinned, finally fishing out a couple of dollars to pay for the coffee. "Alright guys... I'll see you around." He got up and ducked out of the door, into the bitter cold rain and the dark night.
Today was the second day Maxwell Sands had spent in America. And he was begining to like it, alot. The first of his worries were that he would feel homesick for England, with its dreary clouds and miserable people. But the weather had followed him, across the Atlantic and was now settled just above New Yorks many sky scrapers. Max bowed his head, so the rain didn't blind him and began to walk. He didn't know where he was going, per say. But he knew that it lay somewhere in the direction that he was heading. It'd be nice to find an apartment to stay in. Hotels were nice, but they wasted too much money. Sirens suddenly sound, in the dark. Max instinctively ducked into a doorway and cast his eyes down, fearfully. He was, afterall, an illegal immagrant and a Mutant. Both things were undesirable right now. When the cop car drove by, Max just tried to act as innocent as possible.
A bulb above his head flashed into life, and before Max stepped out into the darkness, his features were illuminated. His black hair, which hung limp and wet against his forehead, had made small curtains across his blue eyes. His face, pale and gaunt, was carrying around a small little grin. When back out of the light he came to a cross roads, pausing with the fingertips of his right hand brushing against the gloved knuckles of his left hand. The world was stretched ahead of him. Now, he had decide which way to go.
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