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 Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 7:40 am
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Name: Maxwell Harmond
Nickname: Max
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Personality: Max is the type of person who is annoyed easily. Do to this, he has a solid, agitated look to him most of the time. To follow this kind of attitude, he has a certain 'I don't hate you, but I don't like you either' sort of approach with most people he meets.
Looks like: Max has a shade of minty green eyes, much to his dismay, as he can't stand the color. His eyes are brought out, and complimented quite nicely by his fair blonde hair; his bangs, a small mass of curls, frame his face almost perfectly. He stands around 5"5', and has a thin, lanky build.
Bio: When he was little, he'd been a lot better. He was a good kid. He'd gotten straight A's in school, he did all his chores, ran errands with mom; things kids were expected to do. For awhile, he stayed like that.
After his father had died, things started to change, however. He started to hear things other people couldn't, voices inside his head that told him to do things he didn't want to do. One of the voices irritated him. He called this voice Tim. Another voice told him to do bad things. This voice he called Sam.
One day, Sam started yelling at him, told him he wasn't goo enough, his mom didn't really love him; he said he needed to prove himself to her. When Sam told Max to kill the neighbors dog for barking too loud, he did it. And when Sam told Max to pluck out all the marigolds from his mother's garden, (which he'd said were weeds) he did it. Sam was the start of a few behavioral problems in school from then on.
These problems started for Max in fourth grade or so, he'd poured out nearly an entire bottle of liquid Elmer's glue onto a girl head. He'd also stolen the class' pet turtle, Rocko, and threw him into the swimming pool. Which wouldn't really seem too bad, putting a turtle in water, until you realize what kind of effects chlorine would have on it.
That was the day he'd met Dr. Oliver.
Dr. Oliver, in Max's opinion, was a very strange man. A man he did not like. At all. He'd come to his school with his mother and picked him up. That was also the first day Max had ever been to a clinic. He hated clinics.
At the clinic he'd been diagnosed with Schizophrenia, the prime reason why he acted the way he did. The doctor gave his mother a bottle of pills and told her "make sure he takes two every 12 hours."
He never liked taking pills much; so he rarely did it. He would take them in the middle of the day when his mom watched, but never in the mornings. Which only made his behavioral problems at school much worse.
By the time he' entered fifth grade, he was set off from the world; an outcast, if you'd like to call him that. He took special classes, sat on the bench during recess, and ate alone at lunchtime. He didn't mind it much, though. He actually enjoyed the peace from it.
When his teachers had filed a report on him, saying they thought something was dreadfully wrong with him, as he started acting out physically, he had to make another visit to the clinic.
This time, Dr. Oliver and his mother had a very, very long talk. The kind of talk that made people raise their eyebrows because they were arguing back and forth; there may have been some crying involved.
When his mother came out of Oliver office, she'd payed no mind to Max, and stormed out of the clinic. The doctor came out of his office, trying his best comfort Max as he broke the news to him.
Tomorrow he'd start living in the mental institute he worked at.
When Max and his mother arrived, immediately he had caused problems. Not only did he end up biting a security officer that worked in the institute, but he shed blood as well. He'd also for some reason come to hate Dr. Oliver, perhaps for yelling at his mother and making her cry, and tried to attack him.
Which got him put into solitary confinement.
Whenever a nurse came in, or another officer to lead him to different destinations in the building, he'd try to bite them, to run away and go back home.
After numerous accounts of these outbursts, he'd been given a muzzle.
As time went on in the institute, and he'd grown older, he was allowed to explore more. Once he accepted he most likely wouldn't be getting out of the institute, he wandered around more, memorizing where every room was, and which doctors were nice and took off the muzzle for a little while to give him cookies and orange juice. He never really saw those doctors much.
More time passed, and once he turned fifteen, a small microchip was inserted into the back of his neck. If a security officer were escorting him, he'd be allowed to go outside and walk around there. The microchip was placed in case he tried to run away, and somehow got away with it.
Such a thing hasn't happened, though.
Seme, Uke, or Seke: Uke
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More information on Max can be found: here.
Notice~!Max is one of my own, original characters that I've designed! Please do not take any of his pictures and use them for you own characters! |
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