Post by MAXWELL OLIVER TYREE on Sept 22, 2012 22:05:11 GMT -5
maxwell oliver tyree..
seventeen ,, hunter ,, straight ,, sarcastic ,, logan lerman
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CHARACTER'S TITLE;;
human, high school senior, fairy hunter
THE BASICS;;
Max Tyree was born on the fourth of December in Rochester, New York, though knowing his family they didn't stay there for long. At seventeen years old, he is senior in high school while also reaching the prime time as a fairy hunter.
APPEARANCE;;
Max is known for his stature. Tall and lanky, if it wasn't for all the training he would be a complete bean pole. At the moment he's more wiry than anything, though athletic. What he lacks in brute strength he makes up for in agility and speed, and he prides himself on being a great swimmer. Messy brown hair that never seems to lay straight and light blue eyes are a few of his other distinguishing features. After accompanying his father on many of the hunts and venturing out on his own more and more, he's acquired his fair share of scars. Dressing casually the majority of the time, Max's appearance is fairly normal for someone of his age.
PERSONALITY;;
Max seems to have two goals in life - find a sarcastic reply to any situation, and get as many people to hate him as possible. He is doing pretty well at achieving both. If there's one thing Max has established about himself, it's that he is a smart ass, plain and simple. He thinks he's really clever. He takes no one seriously and has a witty comeback to anything you can think of. A few find him humorous, but for the most part he is viewed as aggravating. Not that he was a problem with that reputation, it's the way he likes it - Max is comfortable in the uncomfortable. It is easier to have people hate you than to like you. Dislike comes with no expectations, where as friendship involves a little more effort and emotional investment, neither of which he is that great at. He's perfectly fine with sticking to himself, that's how he prefers things. Getting close to people always ends with problems, but there seems to be exceptions to that rule every now and again.
As far as getting to know Max, it's nearly impossible. He's very guarded about almost everything and it takes a lot to get him to open up. Questions about something even remotely personal? Forget about it. Keeping to himself is what he does best, he is definitely a private person, convincing himself that no one cares and afraid that someone might. Don't mistake him for shy or quiet, though, because he is far from it - Max just is not one for polite, meaningless chatter. Arguments and banter are more up his alley. Still, nine times out of ten he avoids people, and you can walk away from a conversation and know next to nothing about what he is really like, that is if you can get him to talk seriously in the first place.
It takes a lot to get on his good side, and even more to gain his trust. Max doesn't express his feelings very well, like any stereotypical teenage guy. He tends to take out his frustrations on others, getting into a decent amount of fights. He plays the tough guy card well, and prides himself on being difficult. Rules were meant to be broken, and he pushes the limits on what he can get away with. Max acts out and doesn't have much respect for authority figures, and in some way enjoys the attention that earns him. Deeming most beneath him and not even worth his time, the junior can come off arrogant and condescending as well. Everyone is moronic, in his opinion. There are very few people Max can honestly say he likes and he couldn't care less about others' thoughts, putting up the front of apathy more often than not.
There is a softer side to him, but very few people get to see that. Beneath all the snarky comments he is actually a bit of a dork with an odd sense of humor that only a few seem to find amusing. Getting past the initial front is difficult, but once you do it's random ramblings from there on out. He's the last person you would expect to act like a total goof, but that's Max for you, contradictions and all. He is fairly loyal if you prove yourself to him, when push comes to shove he'll be there. Despite the whole bad boy act of drinking at every party and skipping class to smoke behind the gym, there's a heart somewhere deep down and he isn't as bad as he tries to seem.
HISTORY;;
Two caring parents, two children, the nice house with the white picket fence American dream that every family aspires for. On surface level it all looks picture perfect, after all, what more could you ask for? Except the so-called caring parents fell out of love and the two siblings bicker constantly and the house has changed cities four times before turning into a dingy apartment in the middle of town. Appearances are often deceiving and happily ever afters often don't last as 'ever' as they should.
Of course no one's story is flawless and a smiling family photo tells a different tale than an actual Tuesday morning. It is certain that nothing is as good as it seems, but it's just as sure that someone else out there has it worse. Max is caught in the middle between trying not to care and being completely melodramatic about the whole thing. His current approach is to pretend it never happened and then maybe he'll forget. He's fine without his mom and that his dad working late every night doesn't bother him and that he wants nothing to do with his sister one way or another. That act is well practiced and he pulls it off convincingly, though in reality he feels about the complete opposite.
Kevin Tyree and Jane Flynn were high school sweet hearts that married the summer after graduation. Their parents didn't approve, people said they rushed into the engagement, and that would be correct. Eighteen and completely in love, at the time they truly believed it was the fairy tale romance where they would grow old together, the whole nine yards.Young, naive, and innocent to the harsh realities of independent life, those rose colored glasses quickly came off and the adolescent optimism came crashing down. With bills and a mortgage, work and university, all while trying to keep up with their relationship, it was no wonder that things were a little strained. As much as they had fallen for each other when they had few worries, out in the "real world" the two grew apart, not knowing each other as well as they thought they had.
Max complicated things. He always has, and probably always will. On the edge of separation, Jane's pregnancy came as a shock, but it brought his parents together while simultaneously driving them apart. He came along a little earlier than expected, but they had always dreamed about having a family in those wistful early days, it just started sooner rather than later. They shared the joys of his first steps, his first words, but adding a child to the mix only made tensions rise. One more mouth to feed, one more problem to deal with. If his parents were having issues, it didn't stop them from adding a fourth member to the Tyree family. Little Molly was born four years after Max, the baby of the family and the sister that he reluctantly loves. Growing up, Max and his sister became accustomed to the fighting, it came naturally and was practically the norm. However, ignoring the differences between his mother and father his childhood was fairly normal, by most accounts. He attended school, made friends, got in his fair share of scrapes, usual things for a boy growing up. What was not so common was his sightings of things that no one else could see, the stories that people thought were very creative but he was convinced were truth.
His family had always moved around a lot, and always under the cover of it being for 'work'. Max never quite understood why his father's career as a writer and his mother's job as a paralegal would require them to change cities so often. Every other year it seemed they were packing up and going to a new town, a new start. It wasn't until he was nine that he was told the reason. His father wasn't a struggling novelist looking for a publisher, he was a hunter and it was already decided that Max would follow in his footsteps.
The years continued, but things didn't run as smoothly as they once had. Jane had known of her husband's true intentions and couldn't stop him from chasing his outlandish ideas of evil hiding in the world, but she didn't support him dragging Max into it. Despite her worries, Max and his father trained, day in and day out, learning the information and mastering the skills that would take years to perfect. It brought a new found bond between Max and his dad, but with that came the pressure.
Whatever step forward father and son were made, husband and wife took a step back. The two began to argue more than ever before, yelling that they thought the kids didn't hear. Screams turned into nothing at all, the only noise at the dinner table scrapes of forks on plates. Often his mother would call home to say she was working late, and those calls became more frequent, as did 'business trips'. Even at his age, now twelve years old, Max had his suspicions, and his father had the same doubts about her honesty. The two finally had one final confrontation where Jane broke down. She was involved with a client from her firm, a doctor whom Max only knows as "Joe". The next morning she told him and his sister she would be gone for a while, and left with suit case in hand. As quickly as she had jumped into her first marriage, she jumped into her second. As soon as the divorce was final, she moved to Morocco with Joe, a surgeon working in Africa and a stepfather Max has barely talked twenty minutes alone with. Nowadays all he gets is a postcard or two.
Max was different after that, obviously. He wasn't as outgoing as he once was, he became more withdrawn and excluded himself from the rest of his peers and grew up much faster than he should have. He pushed away others and anything that reminded him of his mother. It was all unfamiliar territory, and Max's solution was simple. Being defensive was only playing it safe, sarcastic remarks were only to stop people from getting too close to him. You couldn't lose something if you didn't have it in the first place. He skated through his next few years of schooling, not involved in classes other than muttering a smart ass comment in the back of the room. Bitter, aggressive, demeaning, he blames his mom for just about everything instead of taking responsibility for it himself. Being lied to and abandoned isn't great for a kid, but it's hardly an excuse to be a jerk twenty-four seven.
Things didn't improve, if anything they got worse. The end of his sophomore year was not a good time for Max, all his unresolved emotions getting the better of him. Already on the edge, it was when Molly started practically begging him to talk to their mother that Max snapped. He got expelled from his school because of a fight, failed two classes and barely passed the tenth grade. Needless to say, his father was livid. Humiliated and devastated by the split and his son's actions, Max's father needed a fresh beginning. He sold their house and the now family of three quietly packed up and left without another word. New Orleans was the destination. There Kevin threw himself into his work, becoming a reporter by day and continuing his hunting whenever he had spare time.
Even at his new school, Max quickly established his reputation as someone not to mess with. He had become an expert at pushing people away, but the least likely person changed that. Meeting Anna Foras in detention was one of those moments that drastically changed everything, and to think it was pure coincidence. Forced together by chance, his general annoyance quickly turned to genuine interest. He had someone to vent to about the creatures that almost no one but them can see, someone to hear his lame jokes, someone to hug even though he's not much of a touchy-feely kind of person. Anna is everything Max is not, and perhaps that's why it works.
BEHIND THE CHARACTER;;
hey, so i'm liz. i've been roleplaying for several milleniums now. as well as this character, i also play the spoons. you can reach me by pm/aim if you need me for anything. i found NEW ORLEANS HEAT by / on / from lilly and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. c:Skipping class was not a foreign concept to Max. He had become quite an expert over the years, conveniently slipping outside during the few busy minutes in the hallways between hours or even sitting in an empty stair well. Anything to get out of hearing a teacher's voice drone on about pointless facts and watching the idiots around him whisper and pass notes. Getting out of things at his old school had been a piece of cake. The teachers barely paid enough attention to notice and probably liked the absence of his sarcastic answers. Andover wasn't as simple, though. He blamed it on ritzy private school security. The morning block classes complicated things a bit, and it wasn't as easy to get away as he had anticipated. That didn't stop him, not by any means - Max just saw it as more of a challenge than anything. He had no interest in mastering the stupid ability and honestly would have preferred it go away all together. This so called gifted program was a load of crap in his opinion, and that was a thought he made well known.
The junior may have said he would try to make things different at Andover, but he had never promised to actually attempt to fit in. That seemed to be what everyone was so concerned about, but making friends was not one of his greatest abilities. Whatever reassurances he had told his father was only to get the man off of his back. He wouldn't get expelled this time around, wouldn't fail enough classes to get held back, but that was about it. Even those things Max couldn't completely guarantee. Yeah, he had said he would try, but he didn't know how much effort that would realistically entail.
Making his way across the Quad, he didn't even bother trying to appear hidden. There were a few of the quote-on-quote "normal" students milling about, nothing he was too concerned about. The sight of someone else in the Gifted Program caught his attention, though. Max had walked off while the focus was shifted to the physical abilities, a bunch of brawny losers who thought they were stronger than they actually were. He didn't think he would be missing much, and even if he did, it wasn't one of his main worries at the moment. Most of his classmates seemed obsessed with training, so it was a bit of surprise to see someone else skipping.
Sitting back and people watching, then subsequently mocking them, had always been a habit of his. He already knew this girl, whether she knew him or not. The bright red hair was a dead give away that it was Nottingham. Mackenzie, or Mack, or Kenzie, or whatever the hell she liked to be called, was one of the more advanced, especially for being only a sophomore. With that came a little bit of arrogance, and for the most part Max saw her as just another snotty privileged kid. She usually seemed pretty put together, so seeing Kenzie slumped against the far corner wall was a little surprising. Deciding to play with fire, he walked over towards her. If she was as observant as he thought she was, she would probably see him, but maybe if the girl was out of it enough she wouldn't care enough to look up. Max stopped in front of her, nudging her side with the toe of his sneaker and waiting for a response.
"Just making sure you weren't dead," he said with a smirk. "A corpse on school grounds would be frowned upon, I'm assuming?"
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