Post by Max Ryan Hollister on Oct 4, 2009 16:38:21 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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"maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s going to be my year"
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age Seventeen
, rp experience A billion years
, how you found us Caution 2.0
, contacts PM please[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames Maxie
, age appears fourteen
, date of birth september 16th, 1864
, species vampire
, canon –ignore-
, face claim eric smith[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight 125 lbs
, tattoos&piercings n/a
, distinguishing features blue eyes and soft hair
, physical flaws bite marks, height, childish features
, personal style graphic t-shirts, bright colors, converse shoes, hoodies, skinny jeans, string bracelets
, general description When people see Max, they rarely are able to take him seriously. Unlike other vampires he’s not exactly a man in a boy’s body. Ironic enough, he’s still a boy after all these years. He has no trouble wearing a fourteen year olds style, loving twenty-first century skinny jeans and the huge snuggly hoodies. Comfort is his priority and next in line is probably color. Unlike other vampires, he’s not into looking completely gloomy and depressed. If anything, he likes wearing purples and blues to brighten up his mood. He draws with sharpies on his converses, and is always making new string bracelets for his arms or ankles.
Body-wise he’s fairly skinny, many saying his limbs look like twigs. Though he’s light weight and small, he’s still shouldn’t be messed with. He’s still a vampire after all, and they don’t have to physically show their strength in order to have it. His brown hair is very soft, straight and often covering his blue eyes. Normally he’s always smiling or laughing, yet when he’s upset he’ll hide behind his hoodie hood or have his eyes staring towards the ground.
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`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center], dislikes being a vampire, hurting people, losing his twin, his sire, never dying, not having a normal life, being alone, confrontations, arguments, and being picked on
, strengths talking, getting his way, and amusing others
, weaknesses being serious, constantly dreaming, and feeling alone
, goals finding his brother, staying alive, and living a somewhat typical life
, fears his brother rejecting him, rejection itself, and dying
, secrets he’s in love with his twin brother
, personality Though he’s had a rough life, Max has always been a very optimistic young man. He always knows how to cheer people up when their down, make them laugh when their doesn’t seem to be anything to laugh about, and show the silver lining when it shouldn’t exist. He can’t stand seeing people sad or hurt, even if part of him is a monster that hurts people just to live. It was never his choice to be the creature he is today. If he could, he would trade everything to get a normal life where he would one day die. Unfortunately, that’s not possible. Instead he makes due with his vampire ways, only eating when he is forced to and taking the life of the person fast. Even after all these years the faces of the people he’s killed still are embedded in his mind. He can be very guilt filled when he does something wrong or is scolded for something, and is quite sensitive to the little things. Many say he doesn’t act like a vampire, acting to human to fully blend with the creatures. In away, it only makes him feel like more of an outsider and more alone.
Being so happy and sweet, the boy has a hard time judging honesty. He can be gullible at times and if things are spoken to him in a certain way he’ll believe them with all his heart. The boy can be quite the follower, afraid to stand up for himself, and hates confrontation. Instead he’ll cry and beg, but rarely he’ll pick a fight. He hates being alone and can’t stand when he’s outwardly rejected. To him it feels like a slap across the face when he’s turned away. He’d much rather hug and make up, or play some random game he just made up. The random games he makes up on the spot are what he’s known for, as well as acting childish with his pouts and sticking out his tongue. People tell him to grow up constantly, but it’s obvious he just doesn’t know how.
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`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father Eric Hollister [deceased]
, mother Evangeline Hollister [deceased]
, sibling(s) Wolfgang Hollister [twin/stalking]
, pet(s) n/a
, other family James Marco [sire]
, history
For such a happy boy, Max’s life was never that easy. Early on when he was six years old, he was attacked in an alley by a much older man. The man wanted cash and thought the little boy was an excellent target. He felt helpless as he was pat down and ruffled up as his pockets were looked through. He was crying the entire time, but too scared with a knife to his throat to scream for anything. After the man got what he wanted he left Max alone with only his twin brother to comfort him. The boy is still scared of suspicious looking strangers today, so it is no wonder that he found the most comfort on those dark nights when his brother was sleeping in the same room. Truly, he never minded the company. He liked cuddling up against his brother. It reminded him that he wasn’t alone and no one would pop behind a door and hurt him again.
When James came along though… he ruined everything. He tore him from his brother, saying that it was wrong for the two of them to sleep with each other in the same room. In his view, they had to learn to grow up and be on their own. When James confronted them about it, Wolfy threw a tantrum that even scared Max. As James dragged him to his room, Max tried to plead with the older man to stop and leave his brother alone. Like always, Max wasn’t viewed as a threat and was ignored. When James wasn’t looking he walked to his brother’s room and sat against the door. For awhile they just talked that way, giggling and cheering each other up. It worked for the first few minutes and right when Max thought everything would work out, James grabbed him and locked him in his room. The young boy couldn’t recall ever feeling so helpless in his own home.
It cheered Max up greatly when Wolfy would sneak in his room, locking the door, and cuddle with him. He needed the contact and it always brought a smile to his face when the other boy talked about running away and hearing that everything would be alright. Really, Max didn’t care where they ran off too. As long as they could freely be together, it didn’t matter to him. When their birthday came around, Max was actually happy for once to be around the family. They had a lovely dinner, him and Wolfy had gotten a lot of nice gifts, and they ended the night wonderfully by playing with them in their room. He was for once at his happiest until James came into the room. The smile the man gave the two of them made him uncomfortable, reminding him of the mugger when he was child, but he nonetheless he tried to be polite. When he held out his hands in an offering, he glanced at his brother before making a move towards what was in James fists. That’s when everything fell apart. James snatched his brother and bit his neck like an animal. Terrified Max screamed, but before he could stop him was thrown across the room like a doll. He tried to stay conscious as he watched James and his brother… but sleep darkness him.
When he woke up, he was in his room under the covers of his bed. Desperately he searched next to him and under his bed for his brother, yelling his name over and over again. Wolfy never answered. Eyes already watering, he went to Wolfy’s room as a last resort, finding his bed empty. His brother wouldn’t leave him. Something was wrong. About to call for his mother or get help from anyone else, he found James blocking the doorway. He yelled at him to give his brother back, to tell him what had happened to him. He told him that Wolfy had abandoned him. He ran away scared, leaving him to die. “Now what kind of brother is that?” James had asked with a sickening grin. Max knew in the pit of his stomach his brother would never do that… but he was alone. If this wasn’t true where could Wolfy be? Still crying, James took a hold of him and still broken Max didn’t struggle. He was bitten that night just like his brother, but instead of being thrown away James kept him. It seemed that his sire believed that Max was much easier to control, and less of ‘nuisance as Wolfy would have been.
Max lived at home with James and his mother until a few weeks later his mother died from an illness. Then still under James wing, Max followed his sire everywhere he went for decades. He felt like he had no other purpose, and he didn’t exactly have anywhere to go. Eventually when they were meeting with some other Vampires, his sire purchasing something from them, one asked him why he had come back again. “You were here this morning. Couldn’t you have picked up something for your sire then?” It didn’t take Max long to understand that his brother had been at the same shop earlier. Shocked to hear his brother was still alive, Max began to ask the vampire where exactly he had been going when James stopped him. He told him that Wolfy was no interest to either of them, even if he was alive. Only for a week in that town did Max accept that, until he decided he wanted to find his brother even if his brother didn’t want anything to do with him.
One night when his sire was out, Max ran away. He asked around everywhere, only getting small fragments of information about his brother’s location. Eventually when he did find his brother, the other boy wouldn’t even let him get close. It was like he was afraid of him… Heart broken, Max continues to follow his brother around, hoping he’ll come to his senses and at least try and talk to him. He has so many question… He doesn’t know if Wolfy will ever answer them.
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` which only hollow voices sing.
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, rp sample .
Functioning like he had before the ‘incident’ was difficult. He couldn’t smile like he usually did, he couldn’t talk to his friends in his normal optimistic style, and every teacher he had run into asked if he was sick. Many thought he looked ill and as if he hadn’t gotten any sleep. Eventually the nurse sent him to his dorm for the rest of the day to ‘relax’. Theo couldn’t though. He was restless, but at the same time exhausted from all the crying. It wasn’t only the fact that the other boy drank a whole bottle of liquor in one sitting or had cut himself so deep that he could have killed himself. Now… now he didn’t know what to do. He had scared Kayden earlier with saying ‘he needed to take a break’, not meaning it in the relationship context. Now though… Quinn had made a good point that Kayden had punched him and that he hadn’t deserved it. Maybe it was for the best? Theo tried to agree with himself, but instead whimpered and felt his eyes grow blood shot again. He thought he had cried all his tears out. To the freshman’s remorse, there were still some left.
“No… no more crying…” he muttered, bringing his knees against his chest and covering his eyes. Taking a few deep breathes he tried to regain his self control. He needed to go back to his old self. Being sad like this… it wasn’t healthy. If he kept avoiding Kayden, not answering his phone, and ignoring people, things wouldn’t be fixed. The only person he had seen between the online situation and now had been Quinn, who had comforted him to a decent amount. Biting his lower lip, he turned so his legs were hanging off the bed and reached for his cell phone. He slowly typed in his boyfriend’s number, but before he could push ‘send’, closed his phone. Theo couldn’t bring himself to talk to him. Though he hadn’t said much about his opinion on the chat about what Kayden did, he had strong emotions towards it all. It terrified him that one day the other boy could drink himself to death, and it hurt him even more that Kayden didn’t trust him. Kayden hadn’t directly said he doubted Theo’s loyalty when he invited Asher privately… but writing that on the bathroom wall and bashing Asher like that… Theo didn’t know what to make of it. Truly, Theo felt hurt all over from the inside of his heart to the outside as if he was covered with purple bruises.
When the door was suddenly knocked on, he looked up startled. Chance probably forgot his key again. Sighing, he rose from the bed and let a hand ruffle his messy hair as he walked towards the door. Turning the knob, his gaze that was lowered towards the ground soon came face to face with the boy he had been thinking about for awhile now. Immediately his stomach tightened and Theo bit his lower lip. He wasn’t going to cry. No more crying. Blinking away the tears, he didn’t know how to react. A part of him wanted to leap at the other boy, smiling as he hugged him, thankful he was safe. Another… wanted to just close the door and curl up in his bed again. “H-hey Kayden,” he said, allowing a faint smile to reach his features. Eyes then settled on what he was carrying, the smile curling a small amount more. Reality kicked him again though when he remembered why the boy had the cake in the first place. He was apologizing…
Swallowing hard, and for once feeling awkward around the other boy, he stepped back into the room to allow the other boy in. “You can come inside… if you want…” he said, his voice faint and not making eye contact. He was acting just like he acted around new people he didn’t know. Timid and shy. It wasn’t right after getting so close to Kayden physically and emotionally. Nonetheless, he didn’t know what else to do. Once the other boy was inside, he wandered towards his bed to sit down. “Is your… um, wrist okay?” he asked, the smile fading to a small pout. For this comment he finally looked up at the other boy. Out of all the things going on his head there was one obvious thing he had wanted and would probably always want. No matter if they were together, broken up, next to each other, or miles away, he wanted Kayden to be safe and happy. That would never change. [/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
