Post by karinta24 on Nov 27, 2008 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: Karinta, Kari, Rin, Rinta... take your pick.
Gender: Female
Contact Information PMs are prefered, however if it is of extream importance my YIM is rawr_me_hezeck
Other Characters here? Not yet.
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Character Information
Canon? Nope
Character Name: Max Keegan Clavier
Gender: Male
Age: 11
Species/Breed: Dog - Malamute
Current Occupation: None
Personality:
Max is timid and fearful, though occasionally he finds a spark of spunk. He doesn't trust anyone he hasn't known for a long time. When presented with a task he is devoted to it until the end, never backing down, however if he is simply presented a violent stranger he will imeadeatly run with his tail between his legs.
Appearance: If he didn't have his large fluffy coat of fur you would immeadeatly notice that he is very unhealthy, barely any meat on his poor young bones at all. His weight is about 82lbs and he stands around 4'8". His fur is a light shade of grey for the most part with random patches of white, the largest bit of white being the main part of his face. His left ear is missing a small chunk from it as a result of an unlucky encounter with a flying butcher knife. Max's eyes are a dull baby blue, almost lifeless and zombie-esque.
Max's choice of clothing is mostly based on what he can get his hands on. His main outfit though is a large black hoodie with baggy pants.
Background:
Max was born to two skillfull cooks, they were practically the best in the area at the time. His parents ran their own restaurant, a small but very nice establishment. Max grew up learning how to cook, and preparing to one day take over as head of the place. Around the time when he was seven he got into a bit of a fight with his dad over how a specific dish should be prepared, needless to say his father was outraged that his son would question his methods and without really thinking about it chucked his butcher knife at the poor boy. Max ducked down in enough time to avoid the knife killing him, however he was not fast enough and the flying knife sliced off a bit of his left ear.
Life continued on normally until Max reached the age of 10. On his birthday that year he woke up to the most terrifing thing he had ever seen in his life. In the main dining area of the restaurant lay his mother's remains, several different chunks of her, strung out across the room as well as the body's of several of the employees. His eyes filled with tears as he looked the room over. After a few moments Max surveyed the room in search of his father's body, but he couldn't spot it. He ran through the entire place in search of his father. His father however was nowhere to be found.
Grabbing a few key belongings he set out to search for his father, thinking it best not to stay in the midst of the bloody mess. He's been out searching for a year now, and through the time he was out searching he has grown timid and fearful of everything and everyone around him.
Password?
sacrament
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((I can elaborate a bit more if needed, just say the word. I'm sure I could make it a bit better after I think Max over a bit more.))
