Maxine Blair

[blair]

001. NAME• Maxine Olivia Blair
002. NICKNAME• Max
003. AGE• Twnety-One (Turned at 17)
004. BIRTHDATE• 20th September 1987
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• New York City, New York. (Likes to travel alot)

001. YOUR FACE• Hayley Williams
002. HAIR• Maxine has various shades of deep oranges through her hair, ranging from the fairly light to the more dark shades nearer the roots. Max likes to keep her hair messy most of the time, but with a stylish twist. She keeps volume to her wild look with the tips flicked out using a lot of styling wax. Like most woman, wanting a change, Maxine changes her hair style when it suites her. Coming up with new things. Some days you could see her with dead-straight hair, on most days wild and flicked outwards all over the show.
003. EYES• The iris is a dark shade off a deep green. Closer to the pupil, if one looked hard enough they would notice that the deep green softens into a lighter shade, almost nearing a smoky grey. In sunlight, Maxine’s eyes appear to become much brighter and vibrant.
004. HIEGHT• 5"6
005. WEIGHT• 103 pounds.
006. BODY MODS• Both ears pierced.
007. FASHION/STYLE• From torn tank tops, to the skin tight jeans and trainers, Maxine is down with any fashion. Ranging from all the bright colours to the darker shades. Maxine would wear them all, though the young werewolf would never be caught dead in pink. Maxine would mostly been seen in four different colours, blues, reds, blacks and whites. The twenty-one year old wears whatever she feels comfortable in, Max doesn’t care if others judge her for her appearance. She’d wear it whether it was revealing or not. As she always says, ‘If it looks good, wear it!’.

001. LIKES•
- Loud Music.
- Parties.
- Cigarettes.
- Spirits (Alcohol).
- Late night walks.
- Werewolves.
- Men.

002. DISLIKES•
- The colour pink.
- Cheap perfume.
- Stuck up people.
- Being looked down upon.
- Full moon.
- Silver.
- Players.

003. FEARS•
- Being found out.
- Dieing.
- Killing someone close.
- Never falling in love.
- Forever being alone.

004. STRENGTHS•
- Good sense of smell.
- Good sense of hearing
- Quick reflexes.
- Strong.
- Determined.

005. WEAKNESSES•
- Smoking.
- Easily annoyed.
- Temptation.
- Speaks her mind.
- Never backs down.

006. ODDITIES•
- Flicking her hair with her head.
- Cracking her knuckles.
- Licking/biting her bottom lip.
- Hands always in her pockets. (If she has any)

007. ORIENTATION• Straight, though slightly curious.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Maxine doesn't really have many morals and thinks that most of them are a load of crock. Though she does think; Treat people how you would want to be treated. And; Show respect to another and they will show the same to you.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Maxine is very laid back and mature and always has a happy-go lucky attitude about her. Sometimes naïve towards people, Max is very cautious of whom she befriends and gives her trust to, but there is always that one snake that manages to slither past her barriers on the rare occasion. Once she looses trust in someone, it would take them a very long to gain it back, she is cooperative, but very adamant and will hold her foot down if need be. Caring and flexible to those who see sees fit for it. Though very laid back and placid is appearance and nature, she can be very hyper and can sometimes become out of control, especially after a few beverages. Max is wild and does have her obscene moments, but doesn’t everyone.

Like most people, Maxine does have her downsides. Her quick temper being her main downfall. Maxine is easily annoyed, but she will give it everything she has in attempt not to show it and to bottle it. The young werewolf hates giving people the satisfaction that they are getting on her nerves. Once she looses control of her temper, Max can become very sarcastic and mouthy, even threatening. If her rage escalates, she then gets more worked up and would even strike out at the culprit for her turn in emotion. Overall Maxine is a soft, loving character, but just watch out for those sharp, jagged edges.

001. PARENT ONE• James Richard Blair; Building Site Manager.
002. PARENT TWO• Maria Louise Blair; Shop Supervisor.
003. SIBLINGS• Simon Lucas Blair. [Deceased]
004. PETS• None.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Since Maxine was born she had always been the troublemaker of the family, the black sheep as it were. At a young age, Max would always get into fights and just generally be a naughty, mouthy child. Punishments from her parents never worked, the constant arguing and telling offs never sank into her head. Her constant wild ways and disobedient attitude, doing what she wanted to do and never having a care for anyone else. Her mother blamed her for the break up of the family, and her brother’s death.

When Maxine became a young adolescence, she grew more calm and mature. Mind this didn’t change the way she acted, Max still did as she pleased, going about causing chaos within the family home. The girl’s parents would always say, “Your making us ill”, “You’re a waste of space.” Did Maxine listen? No. What her parents said to her, only fuelled her bad ways. Max became more out of hand and more rebellious. The young red head was becoming too much for her parents to handle.

One night Maxine decided to sneak out of the house and join her friends for a drink at the park. Slowly climbing out of her bedroom window and climbing down the drain pipe, the young teen scooted across the lawn and chased off into the dark, heading straight for the park with a rucksack full of her father’s favourite alcohol. And not the cheap stuff either.

The young teen slowly walked down the road, nearing the park gates. Lifting her bag over her shoulder more, Maxine peered into the dark abyss that surrounded the area. Pushing a strand of red hair behind her ear, she slowly pushed the metal gate open and listened carefully, a eerie creaking sound echoing as she gradually walked onto the soft wet grass. ‘BANG’. The gate had closed behind her loudly and Maxine jumped in fright letting out a gasp. Turning around to look at the gate, Max frowned for a moment, annoyed at her silliness.

Shaking her head, Max peered out into the large field. There was no sound of laughter or the voices of her friends. Had they come out? Where they at the far end of the park? Maxine shrugged and continued to walk onwards, the wet blades of grass soaking the bottom of her jeans. If they were here, the young teen was adamant that she would find them. Taking big steps, her red hair a beacon in the dark, Max searched for her friends, listening carefully as she strolled through the dark.

After about half an hour of walking, Maxine let out drawn-sigh and seated herself on a wooden bench. Placing her bag on the seat, she unzipped the rucksack and pulled out her father’s expensive bottle of alcohol. Glancing at the label, reading the volume, she shrugged her shoulders and opened the cap. Placing the glass against her lips, she knocked her head back gently and allowed the dark liquid to slide down her throat. Bringing the bottle down, Maxine choked as the spirit burnt the back of her mouth as she swallowed. Coughing vigorously for a second, Max placed the cap back on and returned the bottle to her bag, eyes watering.

Hand to her mouth, the seventeen year old gagged. Dark green eyes eyeing up the bottle once more. A chilly breeze blew, toying with her hair, a faint sound of a growl echoing as it whistled gently. Straightening her posture, Max glanced around the area, eyes wide. Did she really just hear a growl? Then it sounded again, but much louder, a menacing snarl, one that sounded as if it belonged to some sort of large canine. Worried and very alarmed, Maxine stood up from the bench, hand gripped around her bag. Now was the time to forget about finding her friends, and head off home.

As Maxine turned around, she suddenly froze on the spot. A pair of vivid yellow eyes staring at her from the thick shadows of the trees. Swallowing silently as a low rumble escaped from the creature, Max, very slowly backed off. The beasts eyes never blinked nor strayed from her form. It just gazed at her with a hungry look within it’s beastly eyes.

Unable to contain her fear, Maxine turned and bolted for it. As the girl ran, loud thundering steps chased after her. Panting in fear as she ran through the dark, the sound of the creature behind seemed to gain after her in mere seconds. Tears streamed down her eyes as her heart beat a thousand to a dozen. A loud scream erupted from her throat as a painful tear stung through her right shoulder blade. It felt as if four sharp knives had been carved down her back, and with that Maxine fell to the ground. Crying out loud, the pain so unbearable that the young teen was near to loosing consciousness.

Dark green eyes began to fill with a groggy haze, the last thing the young girl saw was those beastly, piercing yellow eyes gazing at her. The hot breath of the beast against her face. Then suddenly everything went black.

When Maxine awoke the next day, the pain had numbed, only a sharp sting pulsated through her shoulder blade as she gradually pushed herself to sit upright. Placing a hand on her head, she groaned and glanced around the now morning lit park. Green eyes blinked, vision still hazy. Suddenly face appeared, light brown eyes peering at her worryingly. It was her father! Eyes widened as soon as she realized who was looking at her. Swallowing, glancing towards the bag, the bottle smashed and her bag damped with the smell of strong spirit, her father glared at her. The stern look didn’t last long as soon as he noticed her blood stained top.

Maxine had been taken to the hospital, stitches mending her four seemingly ‘clawed’ shoulder. It didn’t take long for the wound to heal, and as soon as Maxine was well, her parents sent her to live with her aunt in New York. They said that they needed a break from her chaotic ways and hopefully if she ever returned to them she would be a different person. When she arrived in New York, Maxine ran away.

Maxine spent weeks roaming the dirty streets of New York, begging for money and stealing food. Life was depressing for her until something strange happened on an eerie full mooned night. Max had been sleeping on a city park bench when a strange sensation fell over her, an itchy feeling progressing all over her skin. Small shooting pains began to surge through her muscles, a small, muffled scream escaping her mouth as her bones cracked. Scared and unaware of what was happening to her, Max laid upon the floor unable to move due to the agonising pain that now erupted through her whole body. Dark, reddish brow fur sprouted from her skin, covering the whole of her arms and legs, gradually slithering up to her neck and face.

Body convulsed as she lay grinding her teeth. Teeth that soon turned into fangs. After what seemed like an hour of pain, a thunderous howl escaped ebony lips, saliva dripping from ivory coloured fangs. Yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness of the night, adjusting perfectly to the night. Growls rumbling within her throat as she glanced around the park with a new perspective of the world. Max had turned, she was infected. What had once been a young, red haired girl, was now a large similar red coloured wolf.

Max had become a beast with an insane thirst to feed. This thirst the only thing playing on her mind, driving her wild. With a vicious snarl the red wolf chased off into the shadowy abyss, the hunt was all that she cared about now. Max had become an animal, all humanity drained from her very being. Now she saw herself through a different light. Almost like a God.

Many years passed from her first change. Maxine had grown and became her own person, dealing with her ‘Gift’. She will never forget her first ever turning, the things that happened to her, the first kill, the pain. In her eyes she had been blessed with a gift, ever since she had been attacked by that thing in the park. Learning to cope with the forced changes on each full moon, learning to control her gift at her will, Max had finally sorted herself out. Finding a job and a place to live, her whole life had changed and turned for the better. At least that is how she sees it. Becoming independent. Max never spoke to her family again. Still to this day she hasn’t changed a bit, but has become much more wiser…and so much more.

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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• None.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Vibrant red heels clicked against the concrete floor of the street path. Pale skinned legs carried a slim and slender, red haired girl across the street. The female’s tight jeans hugging against her hour-glassed body as she walked at a her own steady pace. A hand was gradually lifted towards her face, pushing a red strand of hair behind her left ear, bright green eyes gleaming as the dense light of the sun caught her stare perfectly for that split second. The sun shone down upon the dreary world that the people roamed, the gentle rays of heat causing Maxine’s skin to tingle. It seemed as if today was going to be pleasant. And pleasant she hoped.

A smile crept across Max’s light lips as she waked down the street, eyes staring towards the shop windows as she peered to what they had to offer. Stopping at one particular window, Max pouted slightly as she stared to a black top, decorated with thick metal studs criss-crossed around the front, then to a pair of black skinny jeans that matched perfectly. Both neatly displayed upon a plastic manikin. Placing a hand on her hip, fingers tapping against her side in a thoughtful manner, Max let out a soft sigh and frowned. No matter how much she wanted it, she already knew she had enough clothes as it was. Turning away from the shop window, Max began to make her way down the street once more, keeping her eyes ahead rather then on shop windows. The temptation of buying was too great and she needed to kick that habit. Buying loads of things could only keep one’s happiness boosted for a short period of time.

Turning down a lane, the wild haired girl smirked as she came to a coffee shop. Coffee. That was exactly what she needed in the morning. Placing her hand on the handle, the bell gently ringing as she pushed the quaint door open, she slowly walked inside. Finding a chair and seating herself down, Max ordered a simple coffee with two sugars. As she waited she slipped out from her bag a magazine and quietly began to read in the comfort of the shop.

[Fang]

Mention that she became a werewolf, and you're accepted.

[blair]

Added more after the 12th paragraph about becoming a werewolf. I hopes that's better =)