Post by max elliot on Nov 21, 2010 12:03:40 GMT -5
Maxwell James Elliot
Name: Maxwell Elliot
Nicknames/Aliases: Max
Age:16
Date of Birth: 14 March
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Grey-Blue
Physical Description: The first thing you'd notice about Max is that he doesn’t smile very often, mainly because when he does he gets called 'cute' which he hates. He’s not very tall, standing at 5'7", but he’s nicely muscled from Quidditch. His brown hair is eternally messy and he’s been called scruffy on more than one occasion. When not in uniform he likes being comfortable and he likes black, so pretty much black jeans, t-shirt and café racer biker jacket. Sometimes he mixes it up with a few different colour shirts or regular blue jeans. He has scars, lots of them. They run up his forearms, leftovers from a bad habit he's managed to kick in the past year.
Original/Canon: Original
Play By: Jamie Bell
Likes:
- Chocolate
- Transfiguration
- Quidditch
- Comics
- Vampires
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Werewolves
- Drawing
- Flying
- Reading
- Rain
- Trains
- Slytherins
- Bludgers
- Potions
- Arithmancy
- Blast Ended Skrewts
- The Black Lake
- Small spaces
- Being called cute
Fears:
- Fire
- Insanity
- Drowning
Hobbies/Activities: Writing/drawing his own comics, Quidditch, Reading comics
House/Desired House (if original): Hufflepuff
Patronus: Badger
General Personality: Max is weird, there’s no escaping the fact and he doesn’t really care anyway. He’s only worried that one day he might snap like his mother did, but he’s not clinically unstable so there’s not much chance of that… hopefully. He’s a very guarded person and no one at Hogwarts really knows about his past before he started school. He hides behind humour and tends to take the mick out of himself before anyone else has chance to. He obsessed with comic books and spends much of his time reading them. There’s a lot of anger in him and he can become defensive and aggressive if he feels threatened or insecure.
Parents: Dawn and Jack
Siblings: None
Extended Family: Aunt Linda, Uncle Paul, Cousins John and Tilly
Best Buds: -
Worst Enemies: His mother
Brief History: Max was born in Stockton on Tees, in northern England. His father left when he was one, leaving his mother to raise him alone. His childhood was not a pleasant one as his mother couldn't cope with him on her own. She blamed him for his father leaving them and often would lock him up in the small utility cupboard in the kitchen. This went on for years as his mother slowly lost her mind. Finally, shortly after his tenth birthday, she snapped locking him up as usual she left the house, coming back under cover of darkness to torch the place. A neighbour saw her and called the police and fire service.
At ten years old, Max was left without either parent and was shipped off to his only living relative, Auntie Linda in London. Living with his Aunt and Uncle was a lot better than his home-life had been, but he was never as outgoing as his cousins. When his Hogwarts letter arrived his Aunt was ecstatic, it turned out that she was a witch too, as were his older cousins. Max had been clueless about magic until entering Hogwarts where he finally found his home.
RP Sample: He didn’t know why he was even going to the party, a friend of a friend from the 'real world' had called him and he’d just agreed to shut them up about him being ‘antisocial’. He hadn’t seen anyone since he’d been released from the hospital after his ‘cooking accident’. Max wasn’t really worried about what people thought usually, but the healer’s concern had got to him. Trying not to think of the look in the pretty grey eyes, he left home and made his way across town to the Haunted House.
He didn't understand why they were having a horror themed party in the middle of summer, but that was teenagers for you. Still, there had been a few muggle horror films out recently, maybe that had sparked it off. The party would be a distraction from the ache he felt whenever he was away from Hogwarts. Not that his Aunt's house was horrible, far from it, but it just didn't feel like home.
Max wasn’t one to dress up so he hadn’t bothered with a costume, but had put on his chunky Batman belt buckle. Seeing as it wasn’t raining, he’d left his jacket behind and the short sleeved shirt he wore showed off the scars that marred the pale skin of his forearms and the angry red welt from his recent 'incident'. The marks could be fake; they could be his nod at a horror costume. But the fact that they were real would be scarier for some.
Your Name/Alias: Linc
Age: 25
RP Experience: A while
Contact Info: lincolnsxecho -aim
Favorite Color: sky blue
Favorite fandom shipping: Molly/Arthur
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