Maxxie James [Done]

[maxwelljames]

[AboutTheRoleplayer]

Name; Chilli is fine..
Age:: fourteen, soon to be fifteen.
Roleplaying Pet Peeve: The dreaded never ending sentences.
Other: Cukoo Bananas... random...

[AboutTheCharacter]

Full Name: Maxwell Kevin James
Age: 16
PB: Mitch Hewer
Mental Condition/Disorder: Borderline personality disorder

Personality:

The first thing that you should know about Maxxie is, even though he is a total and utter whore and has done both sexes, he is closeted. How does this work out you ask? To put it simply, he just won't admit that he is gay. He will have sex with a man, even let himself enjoy it greatly, but he will never admit that he likes that gender. He thinks that whenever he gets around to having a long term and serious relationship, he will have a girl. Just between you and me, that will never happen. Weather he likes it or not, he's gay.

You know that person that, while they walk down the hall, coughs conveniently sounding like 'Whore' comes from all around them, and they just smile? Well, Maxxies one of those people. He loves to flirt, caress, kiss, and just doesn't care what you think about it. His mind is somewhat perverted; just enough to make a sane parent gag on thin air. He takes the most innocent things and twists them in his mind to make something else that is totally perverted. Of course, there is a limit to his pervertion. Porno of kids younger then eleven? Grandma doing it with Grandpa? That type of stuff makes something in his stomach lurch, and leaves him both dumbstruck and ill.

English is both something that Maxxie is fluent in, and something that comes naturally to him. So, as it figure, he loves to flaunt it- By talking non-stop for as long as possible. He talks during class, tests, whiles he's IMing someone, when he's suppose to be having a completely different conversation, whatever. He gossips, he starts rumors, he never thinks before he shouts something out. Thats the way it is, and he loves it. Does he get in trouble for talking too much? Yes, of course, but he doesn't really care if he does. After all, teachers and adults and people with a broom up their ass are the only ones that yell at him for it, and they all need to get a life and get laid. This is the golden rule that Maxxie lives by.

A jerk is a tug, a tug is a boat, a boat is on water, water is nature, nature is beautiful- Thank you for the complement. We've all heard it and at one point in our lives said it as a come back. But lets just say that that comment doesn't work on Maxxie, for he is the definition of jerk. A jerk is someone rude and obnoxious- just like him. A jerk is someone that says all the wrong things on purpose- just like him. A jerk just shrugs and moves on with life when he sees someone with tears running down their face- just like him. He doesn't care that he's a jerk, just because he's use to it. Actually, he doesn't like nice people whatsoever. Nice people just don't seem trustworthy to him, as well as keeping everything inside until they snap in half. And when they snap, he really doesn't want to be the loser standing next to them.

History:
His mother was a doctor, and his father was a teacher. Even before he was conceived it was pretty much figured that his life was going to be dull and in shades of gray. When his father, who had Maxxie's middle name of Kevin, met Lareen, it was true love. Just like in those cheesy chick flicks, they fell in love, had a few fall outs, and eventually got married. When Lareen found out that she was pregnant, both the parents became somewhat big headed. Because they both pretty much considered them selfs the 'ideal parents', they did their best to do everything their parents didn't do for them. Because Kevin was a teacher, he thought he knew everything about how children work and, more or less, planed out every little aspect of what will happen and what he will do in his child's life. The perfect match, Lareen also thought she knew everything about baby's and children because she was not only a doctor but a female. As such, she purchased the perfect toys and choose the perfect names for a successful child even before she found out if her child was a boy or a girl. Maxxies parents, during this time and years to follow, soon became know as the most OCD parents alive today.

So, on April first, born eight pounds and three ounces, under the birth name of Maxwell Kevin James, Maxxie was birthed into the world. And, as it seems to go, he was what one would call 'Fucked up big time'. Of course, this wasn't visible when he was a baby. Especially to his parents, who saw him as an angel that had been brought into the world. Like any other baby, he cried a lot, made his mother twenty pound over weight, only wanted to eat at night and sleep in the day, and sucked on things that weren't suppose to be sucked on. Yes, quite a normal child. As he aged, both of his parents wanted to have him lead a successful life, just not in the same way. His father, the coach for the senior football team at the school he teaches, wanted his son to become a professional football player with millions of dollars and fans. Even if he didn't say this out loud, it was implied. His mother, a closet soap opera junkie, wanted her son to be a sensitive man with a beautiful wife as well as a political voice that means something in the world. Even if she didn't say this out loud, it was implied..

As it figures, he became none of these. At an early age it was shown that he showed no interest whatsoever in sports, crushing his fathers dream. Later, it was shown that he was not at all sympathetic, and his morals were copied off the Internet, destroying his mothers dream. Did he care? Not really, he had other things to worry about. One might be that he was going into middle school and a reputation of being a teachers son might grow. Another could be the fact that even though he is only twelve, he is looking at all types of porn off of Xtube. Then, of course, it might be his thoughts of suicide and self loathing. Whatever it was, middle school came too fast and was bound to suck. With all the pressure and hormones of school, it was the last place were Maxxie wanted to be. At least, the last place until he was found to be the love interest of tenth grader Jake Mallen. A tenth grader, and a guy. Still, Maxxie decided to give it a chance. In eighth grade at the age of fourteen, Maxxie lost his virginity and was f**k**g proud. Not to mention that he loved every minute of the sex that he had, and he wanted more. For record sake, he and Jake never had a stable relationship, because Maxxie went out and became the biggest whore that his school has ever seen. Going to high school party's, pretending to be older then he really was to get laid, he grew up too fast and too corrupt for his parents sake, so they started to study him closer to see what was wrong. Jesus Christ, something was wrong- and it didn't take a doctor to figure it out.

Well, okay, maybe it did, seeing as his mother and father took him to the Therapist. The only words that seemed to utter out of his mouth that summer was 'Nothings fuckin' wrong with me.', 'No.', 'I do both' and 'Do it harder'. Digging into his brain proved harder then the therapist thought because of the lack of trust and communication between them. Thankfully, the therapist learned of his reputation on accident VIA daughter and diagnosed Maxxie with Masochism. He wasn't positive about the diagnose although, but let Maxxie have some freedom as long as his parents understand his actions. His parents set up a system where he could go out every night, but at the end he had to sit down and discuss it with them. Well, Maxxie decided to just screw that and do whatever he wants. He would go party, come home and dodged every question that his parent threw at him, then go to bed. Soon, ideas of what his punishment would be started to float through his head every night or so. The most prominent one would be that of abandonment. In a frantic effort to relive this imagined abandonment, he would act like the picture perfect son the next day. As he started to age in his freshman year, he noticed that he was changing. Cracking voice, broader shoulders, facial hair, he hated it all. Some were along the way, he lost his sense of self. Most noticeable by the lack of mirrors throughout the house, seeing as he has a tendency to freak out and break them. He became more extreme in his actions, doing potentially harming things to himself. The sex was one thing, but in the party's there was also other things one could destroy ones self with, and he had an impulse to use it all. Finally, the thing that worried his parents the most, is the suicidal behavior that he seemed to show. Normally, he was happy and hyper. But more then once while cleaning his room, Lareen had found suicide notes, perfectly written to explain his death. His scabs never seemed to heal either, for he continued to rip them off despite the bleeding and pain. The therapist must of gotten something wrong, and the parents took their son to another.

As it ends up, Maxxie was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. A somewhat serious case at that. After many tears-mostly from his father- and frantic reassuring-mostly from his mother- Maxxie was sent to Kailyn institution. Did he want to hang out with a bunch of Anorexic, fucked up losers? No, not really. But he didn't have a choice in the matter, did he?


Appearance:

Typical for a teenager of any type- Maxxie isn't excually relaxed in his body. Of course, his may seem a little more extreme compared to the other teenagers out there. He tends to think of himself as a freak of nature, even if it doesn't show through his personality. He has nothing to worry about, though, because he looks like a normal human being. Skin, both eyes, a face, good enough right? If you wanted specifics, you might say that his skin is pretty pale, but tends to tan easily. But it also tends to break out in acne whenever in the presents of greasy foods. Due to a slightly unhealthy addiction to Proactive, this doesn't show through much though. He stands at a small, five foot five. His shoulders are small, but they did broaden up some from when he was young. His legs are long and his waist is thin. He has muscles but they aren't shown like one would think. Kevin calls them 'female' muscles, seeing as they typically appear on girls. You know, the type that are obviously their but are toned into the body so they aren't as noticeable as they should be. Maxxie's hands are slightly big for his body, and his feet are slightly small for it. His neck can be classified as thick or thin, depending on who you are.

Naturally with brown hair, for whatever reason Maxxie has the urge to dye it light blond. The blond color can be either flattering of make him look older then he really is, depending on the light at that time. He has never givin an etiquette reason why he dyes his hair, other then the fact that he feels like it. His eyes are a blue color that doesn't stand out much. More specific, they are hard to imagine when you think of the name 'Maxxie'. His lips are only about three shades darker pink then his natural skin color, and don't stand out much. What does stand out is the fact that he has a large and expressive mouth, perfect for talking non-stop. Not too much of a freak of nature, right?

Family:
Parents:

Lareen- 52- Doctor


Kevin- 53- Teacher- Football Coach

Siblings:
Only child THANK GOD
Other:

Likes:

• Sex
  
• Food
  
• Sleep
  
• Porn
  
• Hair Dye
  
• Posers
  
• Jerks
  
• Sharpies
  
• Blue Cheese
  
• Being an Idiot
  

Dislikes: [At least five]

• Meat
  
• Virgins
  
• Uptight people
  
• Teachers
  
• Adults
  
• School
  
• Getting old
  
• Own appearance
  
• Work
  
• Sports
  
  

Roleplay Sample:

leeping and eating are good, running or any other type of movement that makes beads of sweat run down your face is bad. Living by that simple observation, when the rare time comes and Jake sees others work out a smile spreads across his face at their shear idiocy. Of course, it never has occurred to him that people work out for the benefits of a healthy and long life as well as a well toned body. Naturally thin and never caring for life past a week, his ignorance is a fire ball in the night. It shines even at its best to keep undercover. It might be the smile that was spread across his face, easily passing a 'you-are-an-idiot-for-that' or something of the sort attitude, or it may be his posture, slumped slightly on the soft green grass, or maybe even the way he was stuffing his lunch into his mouth. Whatever it was, one could tell that the way he was that he felt that the two girls weren't exactly the brightest in the bunch.

He pawed through his veggie burger more so, picking out the pickles that some how ended up in it despite his warnings. It seemed that girls in California were very particular about appearance. All the girls in the school had the classic 'beauty' figure, and the ones that were running were no different. Big boobs, small waist, yummy. Even if his sexuality didn't exactly point in the direction of girls, he could still admire, right? He laughed quietly as the thought of walking up to one of the girls and shaking their breast to see if they were real passed his mind. What a perverted little boy he was, what a perverted little boy. The veggie burger entered his mouth, and then he spit some of it out. As soon as the phony meat touched his tongue, he reached a rare state that left him with a loss of appetite. What the hell was he thinking when he got a veggie burger- that he already knows he hates from past experiences- and actually ate it? Not one of his brightest moments ever. Jake made a sighing sound and wrapped his arms around his legs. Now what is he to do? He can't eat, he certainly won't run, and he isn't in the mood to return to classes. His mind returned to the women that he saw about five minutes earlier.

He sighed and stood, brushing off some dirt off his tight black jeans. After straightening his shirt, tight and hot pink reading 'Get Famous Without Having To Sleep With Ugly People', he rushed down to the girls. Of course, his rush was more of a walk with a little more effort in the step. He got to them and gave a little wave. "Hi," He said, holding the single syllable for much longer then necessary. "We go to the same school right?" Oh well no duh! He laughed at his own stupidity, they were in school. His old school had a courtyard that was locked out of the public eye, with fences and everything so that the students wouldn't ditch school. It must be the new atmosphere that was affecting him. Or it may be the dorkyness that was oh so apparent within him. Oh well, what can you do? "Sorry, that was my line for picking up boo- I mean talking to girls in my old school." His smile widened to reassure them it was a joke. "I'm way too lazy to think of a new one. Maybe sometime next semester. I'm Jake by the way."

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