Post by max on Aug 15, 2006 10:34:07 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Maxwell Parker
Age: 16
D.O.B: January, 11
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 lbs'
Ethnicity: Mandrian and Irish
Blood Type: O, Negative
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Jade
Hair: Pale Brown
Apparel Information
Mental Information
Personality:
Maxwell Parker is the type of girl you'd expect in a Hollywood romance movie. She's naturally talkative, generous, and always offering her help in any sort of situation. She'll work negotiations with anyone if she happens to stumble upon trouble, her's or someone else's, in order to avoid violence. Max is the person who'll meet you, exchange a few words with you, and then break into your house the next day, making it sparkling clean and then deny she even saw your living room. Unless it's something big and important, Max doesn't usually take credit for what she does, she doesn't judge people on how they are on the outside and is always looking forward to meeting people and how they really are on the inside. She loves cleaning, taking care of things for other people even if someone just happens to come sobbing down the sidewalk and asks her if she could hold a baby for a minute and then that person runs off and takes a one-way trip to Hawaii or whatever, Max wouldn't even mind that. 'specially since that's already happened to her. Max is sort of your perfect girl in a way, she's sweet and versatile, a devoted companion in either friendship or romance, a young lady with motherly care for everyone and everything, obediant, beautiful, smart and a hardworker. Sometimes she could be easy to manipulate, because she's such a kind person, but in the end Max usually realizes she's not doing the right thing for herself, she doesn't believe in revenge, but she'd immediatley stop if she knew she was doing something wrong.
Mentality:
Besides the hint of hyperactiveness in her moods, the fact that she was willing to accept to care for a baby after the child's actual mother ran off, and the fact that she'd give a complete stranger a hundred dollars to bus home, it's likely that Max is perfectly stable.
Ideal:
To work hard by all means even if you recieve nothing in return.
To always look ahead, but always remember the past.
To cuddle theives, send chocolates to crooks, give money to liars, and embrace killers ... okay, maybe Max isn't that stable afterall.
Belief:
Fate makes things come true. For example, if Max is one day just walking down the street and finds a teddy bear, then it was fate that she had found it and no one else.
Physical Information
Build:
None.
Head:
Average.
Torso:
Average.
Arms:
Average.
Legs:
Average.
Feet:
Average.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style:
Serve and Protect
Years Practiced:
Four
Description of style:
Max, not being a very violent person, or even a parsly violent person at all in that matter, doesn't fight on a regular basis so she didn't start teaching herself how to until recently. She didn't do too much kung fu back in the day either, mostly Ballat and then some Yoga, but not much material arts. Max's style is mostly just a combination of various movements. She's quick on her feet, and if it ever comes down to anything, she likes to use her palms to inject pain into her opponents. Being a very flexible person due to her training in various different things which helped her body joints adapt and become easily flexed, Max also likes to use her legs to either do high-end uppercut and/or roundhouse kicks or short-end snap kicks and/or push kicks. She could most likely lift her leg up and rest her heel on the shoulder of someone four inches taller then her, Max's style is basically self defense. Run around, dodge, inject pain, run. A simple art.
History Information
History:
Maxwell Parker was born to a young, wealthy couple in Europe in a little hospital near a ski-resort. Luci and David Parker, each in their early twenties with a whole sum of money, they were having their honeymoon in late December at the ski-resort when all of a sudden Luci started gaining weight, she seemed ill and threw up a whole bunch of times in the first-class suite they were staying in. That went on for a few weeks, until January came, few days passed by, and pop came Max. When Luci took the pregnancy test in late December, near the New Year, and it came out positive though the couple declined the offer to know the sex of their child. While Max was still being produced and grew in the abdomen of Luci Parker, her parents had named her well enough, Maxwell. They were expecting a son after finding out they were going to be parents, in the first place they weren't even expecting a child, but if anything they were hoping for a son and blindly called the child Maxwell thinking it would be a boy. On January 11th, at six p.m. sharp, Maxwell Parker was born a little baby girl. The eyes of her father and the features of her mother.
Max grew up with her nanny, Louis Amour, a french lady who was rather well-off herself but offered to look after Max for the Parker's because she loved children so much and sadly she was never able to have any of her own. Ms. Amour's husband had died at age fifty-three, since she was aging well herself she didn't have time to go out with all her old friends who were living obviously in different parts of the world, on vacation, running errands for their businesses or companies or whatever, when the Parker's posted a message in the paper when they were stopping in Paris for a little sight-seeing, Louis immediatley replied. She took care of Max on weekdays, and on mondays Maxwell would usually spend a short sixteen hours with her parents, shopping or watching movies, but then it was back off to her nanny. Max liked Ms. Amour alot, the old lady was very nice and caring and spoke with a funny little french accent, which was natural, Max grew up with Amour and that's where most of her funny personality came from.
In late December, the year of Max's tenth birthday, her nanny Amour had passed away of natural causes. It was the saddest day in her life, but then again, it was almost the happiest day too. That day Max had felt like Amour's body had rotted away, but her spirit had come to roam with Max, it was as if Amour had never died and was still living in Max, with Max. Amour had died at age sixty-seven, and three months after Max's father, David, had died at thirty-three in a car accident in Illinois, Chicago. Max was sad, sort of, lost two people she really loved, her mother kept her in a nice penthouse in Europe for a few months but then sent Max off to boarding school. Boarding school! Max really hated boarding school, going to learn with three hundred other girls! If she hadn't been sane enough she probably would've turned ga...yesh! Boarding school got on Max's nerves, but she learnt how to live with it after she got out three years later. That's when she started acrobatics, during her time in boarding school Max learnt ballat, and during the ten years she lived with Nanny Amour she did Yoga and Tai Chi and a bit of gymnastics. Max was a very flexible girl, all her joints worked together and she was able to lift her legs high as five inches over her shoulders.
Three years later, Max got a letter from her mother. Luci had moved her daughter all around the world, making her stay in Berlin, Hong Kong, Russia, Brazil, South Africa and finally she made arrangements for Max to stay in Cali for a bit while she ran around Europe doing whatever. Max never really found out what her parent's did, but she didn't think either of them ever had jobs and just pulled money from their own parents who most likely had their own ATM machines. Anyhow, Max recieved a letter in eaaaarly August, Max wasn't comfortable with the fact that her mother wanted her to stay in America, afterall Europe was such a nicer place to be, but since her father and her nanny were both long gone she had no one else to listen to or to look up to besides her Mother and it would be best to make the best out of their little bit of family left. Max didn't know if she was comfortable with the whole Penthouse idea though, the current building she was living in.
Max told her mother, who decided to give up the mortgage on the penthouse, she wire-transfered some money into Max's bank account and Max made arrangements for herself to stay in a little motel. Though there was still one thing she would and had to do in Cali before she got her cue to return to Europe, and that was ... graduate.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident:
Max lives well enough on her own in Long Beach, CA, in a small motel. It's got a dirted foundation, nasty gutters, trash piled up at the side and a ruined roof, it's almost a rundown building. The motel provides sixteen rooms, so Max has got about fifteen neighbors, or more if there are couples or families staying there, to meet which she absolutely doesn't plan to though. It's only about ten minutes from your city scene of Cali, which isn't as bad as some places she's been, like Chicago and Washington and Vancouver. Her little motel room is a one bathroom, two bedroom complex, small kitchen adjoined with the living room. For some teenagers with the type of money her family has, the place would seem unliveable and fit for only rats and Max herself probably wouldn't be able to live there if her mother knew about it, but it's liveable to her and comfordable.
[^ To be updated ^]
Roommates:
Xiang
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Name: Maxwell Parker
Age: 16
D.O.B: January, 11
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 lbs'
Ethnicity: Mandrian and Irish
Blood Type: O, Negative
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Jade
Hair: Pale Brown
Apparel Information
Mental Information
Personality:
Maxwell Parker is the type of girl you'd expect in a Hollywood romance movie. She's naturally talkative, generous, and always offering her help in any sort of situation. She'll work negotiations with anyone if she happens to stumble upon trouble, her's or someone else's, in order to avoid violence. Max is the person who'll meet you, exchange a few words with you, and then break into your house the next day, making it sparkling clean and then deny she even saw your living room. Unless it's something big and important, Max doesn't usually take credit for what she does, she doesn't judge people on how they are on the outside and is always looking forward to meeting people and how they really are on the inside. She loves cleaning, taking care of things for other people even if someone just happens to come sobbing down the sidewalk and asks her if she could hold a baby for a minute and then that person runs off and takes a one-way trip to Hawaii or whatever, Max wouldn't even mind that. 'specially since that's already happened to her. Max is sort of your perfect girl in a way, she's sweet and versatile, a devoted companion in either friendship or romance, a young lady with motherly care for everyone and everything, obediant, beautiful, smart and a hardworker. Sometimes she could be easy to manipulate, because she's such a kind person, but in the end Max usually realizes she's not doing the right thing for herself, she doesn't believe in revenge, but she'd immediatley stop if she knew she was doing something wrong.
Mentality:
Besides the hint of hyperactiveness in her moods, the fact that she was willing to accept to care for a baby after the child's actual mother ran off, and the fact that she'd give a complete stranger a hundred dollars to bus home, it's likely that Max is perfectly stable.
Ideal:
To work hard by all means even if you recieve nothing in return.
To always look ahead, but always remember the past.
To cuddle theives, send chocolates to crooks, give money to liars, and embrace killers ... okay, maybe Max isn't that stable afterall.
Belief:
Fate makes things come true. For example, if Max is one day just walking down the street and finds a teddy bear, then it was fate that she had found it and no one else.
Physical Information
Build:
None.
Head:
Average.
Torso:
Average.
Arms:
Average.
Legs:
Average.
Feet:
Average.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style:
Serve and Protect
Years Practiced:
Four
Description of style:
Max, not being a very violent person, or even a parsly violent person at all in that matter, doesn't fight on a regular basis so she didn't start teaching herself how to until recently. She didn't do too much kung fu back in the day either, mostly Ballat and then some Yoga, but not much material arts. Max's style is mostly just a combination of various movements. She's quick on her feet, and if it ever comes down to anything, she likes to use her palms to inject pain into her opponents. Being a very flexible person due to her training in various different things which helped her body joints adapt and become easily flexed, Max also likes to use her legs to either do high-end uppercut and/or roundhouse kicks or short-end snap kicks and/or push kicks. She could most likely lift her leg up and rest her heel on the shoulder of someone four inches taller then her, Max's style is basically self defense. Run around, dodge, inject pain, run. A simple art.
History Information
History:
Maxwell Parker was born to a young, wealthy couple in Europe in a little hospital near a ski-resort. Luci and David Parker, each in their early twenties with a whole sum of money, they were having their honeymoon in late December at the ski-resort when all of a sudden Luci started gaining weight, she seemed ill and threw up a whole bunch of times in the first-class suite they were staying in. That went on for a few weeks, until January came, few days passed by, and pop came Max. When Luci took the pregnancy test in late December, near the New Year, and it came out positive though the couple declined the offer to know the sex of their child. While Max was still being produced and grew in the abdomen of Luci Parker, her parents had named her well enough, Maxwell. They were expecting a son after finding out they were going to be parents, in the first place they weren't even expecting a child, but if anything they were hoping for a son and blindly called the child Maxwell thinking it would be a boy. On January 11th, at six p.m. sharp, Maxwell Parker was born a little baby girl. The eyes of her father and the features of her mother.
Max grew up with her nanny, Louis Amour, a french lady who was rather well-off herself but offered to look after Max for the Parker's because she loved children so much and sadly she was never able to have any of her own. Ms. Amour's husband had died at age fifty-three, since she was aging well herself she didn't have time to go out with all her old friends who were living obviously in different parts of the world, on vacation, running errands for their businesses or companies or whatever, when the Parker's posted a message in the paper when they were stopping in Paris for a little sight-seeing, Louis immediatley replied. She took care of Max on weekdays, and on mondays Maxwell would usually spend a short sixteen hours with her parents, shopping or watching movies, but then it was back off to her nanny. Max liked Ms. Amour alot, the old lady was very nice and caring and spoke with a funny little french accent, which was natural, Max grew up with Amour and that's where most of her funny personality came from.
In late December, the year of Max's tenth birthday, her nanny Amour had passed away of natural causes. It was the saddest day in her life, but then again, it was almost the happiest day too. That day Max had felt like Amour's body had rotted away, but her spirit had come to roam with Max, it was as if Amour had never died and was still living in Max, with Max. Amour had died at age sixty-seven, and three months after Max's father, David, had died at thirty-three in a car accident in Illinois, Chicago. Max was sad, sort of, lost two people she really loved, her mother kept her in a nice penthouse in Europe for a few months but then sent Max off to boarding school. Boarding school! Max really hated boarding school, going to learn with three hundred other girls! If she hadn't been sane enough she probably would've turned ga...yesh! Boarding school got on Max's nerves, but she learnt how to live with it after she got out three years later. That's when she started acrobatics, during her time in boarding school Max learnt ballat, and during the ten years she lived with Nanny Amour she did Yoga and Tai Chi and a bit of gymnastics. Max was a very flexible girl, all her joints worked together and she was able to lift her legs high as five inches over her shoulders.
Three years later, Max got a letter from her mother. Luci had moved her daughter all around the world, making her stay in Berlin, Hong Kong, Russia, Brazil, South Africa and finally she made arrangements for Max to stay in Cali for a bit while she ran around Europe doing whatever. Max never really found out what her parent's did, but she didn't think either of them ever had jobs and just pulled money from their own parents who most likely had their own ATM machines. Anyhow, Max recieved a letter in eaaaarly August, Max wasn't comfortable with the fact that her mother wanted her to stay in America, afterall Europe was such a nicer place to be, but since her father and her nanny were both long gone she had no one else to listen to or to look up to besides her Mother and it would be best to make the best out of their little bit of family left. Max didn't know if she was comfortable with the whole Penthouse idea though, the current building she was living in.
Max told her mother, who decided to give up the mortgage on the penthouse, she wire-transfered some money into Max's bank account and Max made arrangements for herself to stay in a little motel. Though there was still one thing she would and had to do in Cali before she got her cue to return to Europe, and that was ... graduate.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident:
Max lives well enough on her own in Long Beach, CA, in a small motel. It's got a dirted foundation, nasty gutters, trash piled up at the side and a ruined roof, it's almost a rundown building. The motel provides sixteen rooms, so Max has got about fifteen neighbors, or more if there are couples or families staying there, to meet which she absolutely doesn't plan to though. It's only about ten minutes from your city scene of Cali, which isn't as bad as some places she's been, like Chicago and Washington and Vancouver. Her little motel room is a one bathroom, two bedroom complex, small kitchen adjoined with the living room. For some teenagers with the type of money her family has, the place would seem unliveable and fit for only rats and Max herself probably wouldn't be able to live there if her mother knew about it, but it's liveable to her and comfordable.
[^ To be updated ^]
Roommates:
Xiang
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
