Maxine Aurburn
Sept 6, 2013 21:47:10 GMT -8
Post by Max Aurburn on Sept 6, 2013 21:47:10 GMT -8
One, two, three, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.
Four, five, six, c'mon and get your kicks,
yeah you don't need money with a face like that, do ya honey?
because you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.
Four, five, six, c'mon and get your kicks,
yeah you don't need money with a face like that, do ya honey?
Basic Information
Full Name: Maxine Elaine Aurburn
Nickname / Code Name: Max
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Straight
Race: Mutated
Birthday: March 31st
Spoken Languages: English
Face Claim: Kat Dennings
Appearance:
Hair: Black hair styled into loose ringlets that goes to her mid-back. Because she's a water mutation, her hair is naturally pale but she dyes it black to hide her abilities.
Eyes: Light blue with golden central heterochromia.
Skin tone: Pale white.
Height: 5'10"
Build: Max is not overweight, but she has a full, curvaceous figure that she isn't afraid to show off. She has a large bust and wide hips with a tiny waist; or, in other words, a perfect hourglass.
Birthmarks/Freckles/Scars: Light freckles across her nose and under her eyes. She has a scar from her cat Vicious on her hand in the shape of a square from when she was bit.
Other: Never being one to downplay her beauty, Max finds herself very attractive and uses it to her advantage. She often catches other Mutated staring at her from across the street and it is not unusual for her to get many men's numbers in a small amount of time.
Fashion Sense / Dress Style: Max is commonly seen wearing patterned skirts and dresses. She is in love with the color red and adores it in combination with black, so often times she will have a black outfit with a red bandanna in her hair. When she's not wearing dresses or skirts, she can be found in tight jeans and a black tee shirt with rolled up sleeves. She is almost always wearing high heels, but never stilettos. When she isn't in heels, she's in her favorite pair of red Converse to match her bandanna.
Personality:
Attitude: Max is a very strong flirt; she enjoys making others fall for her charm and wit without having to put too much effort into it. She often walks around the streets at night and goes to bars and clubs with finding a man on her mind. Some call her rude names, but she never takes it to heart; it's not her fault that they don't understand her.
More often than not, Max treats people very well. Despite this, she is not afraid to show if she doesn't like someone or if she thinks someone isn't worth her time; this goes for flirts and friends alike. However, she reserves this attitude for very few people. Max is a social butterfly and is not afraid to strike up a conversation with a stranger. In her eyes, this person might become her closest friend or her permanent lover, so why waste the chance?
Likes: Max loves to paint her nails. She's become quite the nail artist and changes her nails on a weekly basis. Her favorite objects are her phone, her cat, and her bookshelf (which is obviously full of books). She enjoys swimming and the rain, and even swimming in the rain. She also enjoys a good book, her favorites being Never Let Me Go, Atonement, and This Side of Paradise. They remind her of life before the sickness hit.
Dislikes: Max can't stand rude people, which can be hypocritical at times. She loathes people who degrade her race, especially the water-type mutated. After all, it's not their fault that they were born that way. Among other things, animal abuse, sexism, and bullying really make her blood boil.
Strengths:
- Stron moral compass
- Confident
- Intelligent, witty, charming
- Sociable
Weaknesses:
- Bad temper
- Refuses to associate with people she thinks are significantly less intelligent than her
- Prefers to work alone when working
- Tends to make more enemies than friends
Habits:
- Plays with hair when bored
- Tends to nails when angry
- Drinks when stressed
- Accentuates her body when flirting
- Bites her lip when trying not to say something
Trades / Aspiration: Bartender, aspires to be a famous novelist/journalist.
Background:
Family: Parents: Josephine Aurburn, mother, deceased; Aaron Aurburn, father, deceased.
Pets: Vicious, small black cat with large green eyes.
Background / History: Born Maxine Elaine Aurburn on March 31st, 2095, to Josephine and Aaron Aurburn in Maui, Max grew up surrounded by beaches, the ocean, and the other Mutated. As a child, Max showed great strength, though limited control, over the use of water. Her parents found her in the ocean, surfing on small waves as they crashed into the shore. From then on, her father taught her the self-defense techniques that he knew, and her mother trained her in expanding her control over water to use it for more common things. Max was raised to be able to fight when she needed to, but was taught that words were more powerful than any attack water could do. "A damaged soul hurts more than a damaged body," her mother would always tell her.
Her parents loved her very much and made sure she knew it; they taught her to be proud of her body, no matter how it looked or what she wore. They taught her to never be afraid of speaking to people, because it was words that would make her strong, not water. They taught her that kindness trumps hatred, and that vengeance is something that should never take place. Max always stood by her parents' pacifistic teachings, but her morals came crashing down when she awoke to the sound of knocking on her door at the age of 15 to hear that her parents had been mugged and had died of their wounds. She sprinted into the jungle that night, screaming obscenities and cursing whatever higher power existed. She returned a week later a completely different person; she decided she would stick to her parents' teachings, but she would never be afraid to use her aquatic weaponry in self-defense or the defense of others. Though never spoken aloud, she broke one of her parents' rules: she sought vengeance against the people that murdered her parents. Perhaps that is why she hides her power over water by dying her hair and forcing people to think she's a shadow-type; or, perhaps that is why she talks to as many people as she can. Perhaps it is a combination of the two.
Almost ten years since the loss of her parents, Max still seeks out the men who killed her parents. She isn't completely devoted to this goal, though; she lives her life day to day, quietly looking for them while looking for friends in a brutal world. While she prefers people to animals, two years prior to present day, she came across a young woman preparing to kill a kitten that had been deemed unworthy of life. The small black mewling mass seemed to beg Max for life, and Max began to speak quickly to the woman. Hiding her anger, she came to a compromise with the woman to give her the kitten in exchange for the pair of earrings that she was wearing. The kitten quickly became her best friend and she named him Vicious as a joke. Later on, though, it proved to be true, as he often got into fights and hardly ever lost.
Other Info (Optional):
Other / Other Facts: As a water-type mutant, Max has impeccable control over water. She can't overpower the water in people, but she can use the water in the air to create either weapons or playthings, depending on the need. Her power also extends to when she is swimming, and she can create a bubble around her head to allow her to breathe underwater for long periods of time. She often goes to a small lagoon she found not long ago to practice and improve her control over water.
Art: (Optional)
N/A
Theme Song: Are You Gonna Be My Girl//Jet
OOC
Name: Annabelle, but you can call me Belle if you want :)
Age: 17
How long have you been roleplaying?: 5+ years
Sample Rp:
The cool night air whistled through the streets; Max stopped and leaned against the wall of the drugstore beside her, closing her eyes and taking in the sounds the wind carried. She could pick out a few things: the laughter of small children, probably playing in the tide pools down at the beach; a conversation between friends on what they were going to do this coming weekend, what band members were hot, how each looked like they'd lost weight; the quiet song of the local bird life as they settled into their nests for the night. Max had become accustomed to hearing things on the wind as it whistled through the palm trees and whispered in her ears. It calmed her to hear the happenings of everyday life in what used to be the Hawaiian Islands. She took every chance she could get to escape from the way society split itself now, with the Council looking down on everyone as if they had become impure. The lack of equality that had become a cornerstone of everyday life unnerved her, and she could only find solace in her swimming or in simply listening to the wind.
She opened her eyes and looked down the street; a young man waved at her, and she smiled, careful not to get lipstick on her teeth. Composed once again, she walked over to him, her steps full of determination. The young man half-turned away from his friends, and began to slowly move away into the shadows, becoming almost invisible. So, this boy is a shadow-type. He probably thinks I am, too. Good. She shook her head ever so slightly, her curls betraying her movement, shifting on her back. She beckoned him to her, and crossed her arms below her breast to accentuate them; slowly, he cam out of the shadows and into the dim street lights, crossing quickly to where she stood. She winked at him, and began to walk away slowly, her body flowing like the water she controlled. He began to follow her, never looking back at his group of friends. She tempted him all the way to the bar where she worked and slipped inside, curling one finger in a summoning movement. His eyes widened, and followed her in a moment later. Max was already behind the bar taking orders, smiling and winking at customers. He sat down and looked at her, his dark hair falling slightly under the weight of the smoke in the bar. She gave him a drink on a napkin; on it, the words "Call Me" and her number were written. She winked at him again, and moved on to talk to her usual customers.
:)