Post by ClubbingSealCub on Nov 12, 2016 17:07:05 GMT -6
Name: Maxyaela "Maxx" Abostov
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Barmaid / Waitress
Race: Caucasian
Physical Appearance: Maxyaela is a woman with a powerful figure. She's tall, measuring a rather impressive 1,79m (5'5,87'') - mostly thanks to her long, slender legs . Her broad shoulders give her busty top a very intimidating appearance, despite her soft, porcelain-esque white skin. Dark, green eyes rest under her perpetually frowning eyebrows, along with her perky nose. Under her slim lips, which are usually accentuated by a dark red lipstick, a chiseled jaw ending in a very angular chin frames her facial features. Her small, round ears and large forehead tend to remain under cover of her long, straight platinum blonde hair.
Clothing Appearance: Two words are enough to describe Maxx's collection of attires - 'black' and 'leather'. Even when the streets find themselves under a scorching sun, Maxyaela keeps her body covered up with black leather pants, boots, and occasionally a corset, wristbands or a collar. More often than not, these articles of clothing are adorned with a plethora of metallic nubs and spikes, on top of many pockets - she loves those. Her wardrobe also includes several t-shirts featuring renowned (and not-so-well-known) of metal bands' disc covers.
Personality: Rough, pragmatic and unabashed, Maxx is a person that's not afraid to say what's on her mind; a trait that, when combined with her extremely short fuse, often lands her into trouble. Even the slightest provocation can cause Maxyaela to explode into a white-hot ball of pure anger and start lashing out at whooper's near, with plenty of curse words and punches, if the transgression was severe enough. This doesn't mean Maxyaela is inherently evil, but she isn't a nice person, either. A free spirit, 'Maxx' tends to ignore both the joys and troubles of the people around her, save for the very few people she calls her friends. She, however, will never ignore a person suffering from physical or emotional abuse, and will always jump to their defense. Her favorite past times include drinking, clubbing, and profusely petting animals.
Weapons/Tools: Maxx has, unfortunately, had many an encounter with the local police. Because of this, she avoids carrying anything remotely resembling a weapon on her at all times. Instead, she relies on her stand and fighting prowess. To this end, she always carries small objects such as cigarettes and acorns to use with her stand.
Skills: 'Maxx' doesn't have a very wide set of skills, but she's pretty good at the few things she knows how to do.
- Due to the many street fights she's been in, she's learned both how to throw and take good punches, in addition to basic wrestling maneuvers.
- Thanks to her years of work as a waitress, Maxyaela has a very keen set of ears, capable of picking up important information regardless of the amount of noise in the vicinity. She's also developed a good sense of balance and can carry several things within her arms with little to no trouble. On top of that, she's become quite capable at multitasking.
- With her harsh words, raspy voice and perennially pissed-off-face, 'Maxx' can intimidate other individuals with relative ease.
Are they a Stand User: Yes.
Quotes: "**** you, you **** mother**** sorry **** piece of ****."
Their Goal: To abandon her shitty job and become a movie star. She realizes such a dream is, if not impossible, highly unlikely; so she's content with finding a somewhat more fulfilling job and living a peaceful life.
Their Secret: 'Maxx' attended ballet classes until her teenage years. She loves classical dance, but thinks her "tough girl" image would be ruined if anyone found out.
Weaknesses: Maxyaela isn't dumb, but she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, either. That, combined with her short temper, makes it incredibly easy to trick and dupe her. Her disinterest in other people causes Maxyaela to have little to no friends, and she's almost incapable of maintaining long-lasting relationships. She's also very, very stubborn.
Strengths: On top of her fighting prowess and stand, 'Maxx' has always had a very strong animal magnetism. Most pets flock to her on sight (something she adores). Her stubbornness, despite the fact that it usually gets her into trouble, means she almost never gets discouraged enough to give up on something after she's started it.
Bio: Maxyaela's early years weren't precisely a bed of roses. Born to a fractured home as a second-generation Russian immigrant in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, Maxx remembers very little of her home - and she'd rather keep it that way. Her short temper was a delight for the other kids in her class, which teased her at every opportunity. Because of this, her school life was rather miserable. Half her classmates picked on her to entertain themselves with her over the top reactions, and the other half largely ignored her in fear of being bullied.
Back at home, things were only half as bad. Her father, despite being mostly absent due to his several part-time jobs, was a kind and gentle soul that always looked after her daughter's needs. Day in and day out, he did everything in his power to ensure the safety and future of his family. It always seemed like his scrawny form could fall apart at any second, but he somehow always managed to greet her daughter with a heartwarming smile.
Her mother, however, wasn't as caring, nor interested in her child. She also seemed to always be home, drinking from stinky brown bottles, which Maxyaela found rather strange. Of course, being but a kid, Maxyaela was completely oblivious to the fact that her mother was a parasite that mooched off her father's hard work, emotionally abusing him to keep living the deadbeat life. Things took a dark turn when, one night Maxx's mom bashed her beloved spouse's face in with a frying pan during a rather heated discussion. After that, her progenitors' "heated discussions" became more and more common until, one fateful day, shortly after Maxx's had the age of sixteenth birthday.
She arrived home from high school to see her father's body, beaten and bruised all over at the bottom of the stairs. On the other end was her mother, with both hands holding her horror-struck face. At that precise moment, Maxyaela felt a fire within her, fueled by her extreme anger and hate. She stared at her mother, her blood boiling inside her as her entire world was taken over by a deafening silence. She saw her mother walking down the stairs, moving her mouth and hands, but she couldn't hear neither steps nor words. Slowly, everything seemed to turn red, only faint outlines letting her know how much of the flight of stairs her mother had traversed. And then, something strange. Her mother stared at her own hands, frantically moving them in front of her face for a few seconds. The rest of the colors returned, and the silence was broken by a massive "boom" as her mother exploded into a shower of flesh and blood. Maxx coiled back in shock. She didn't know exactly what happened, but she felt it had, somehow, been her doing.
Afraid of the possible repercussions of such an event, Maxyaela packed her things and ran off. For the next few years, she scraped by thanks to abandoned houses, awful part-time jobs and, occasionally, flirting enough to get into someone's house for just a few weeks. Right now, thanks to a crappy but well-paid (mostly because of her tips) job at a local bar, Maxx is capable of affording a modest, small apartment in Brooklyn.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Barmaid / Waitress
Race: Caucasian
Physical Appearance: Maxyaela is a woman with a powerful figure. She's tall, measuring a rather impressive 1,79m (5'5,87'') - mostly thanks to her long, slender legs . Her broad shoulders give her busty top a very intimidating appearance, despite her soft, porcelain-esque white skin. Dark, green eyes rest under her perpetually frowning eyebrows, along with her perky nose. Under her slim lips, which are usually accentuated by a dark red lipstick, a chiseled jaw ending in a very angular chin frames her facial features. Her small, round ears and large forehead tend to remain under cover of her long, straight platinum blonde hair.
Clothing Appearance: Two words are enough to describe Maxx's collection of attires - 'black' and 'leather'. Even when the streets find themselves under a scorching sun, Maxyaela keeps her body covered up with black leather pants, boots, and occasionally a corset, wristbands or a collar. More often than not, these articles of clothing are adorned with a plethora of metallic nubs and spikes, on top of many pockets - she loves those. Her wardrobe also includes several t-shirts featuring renowned (and not-so-well-known) of metal bands' disc covers.
Personality: Rough, pragmatic and unabashed, Maxx is a person that's not afraid to say what's on her mind; a trait that, when combined with her extremely short fuse, often lands her into trouble. Even the slightest provocation can cause Maxyaela to explode into a white-hot ball of pure anger and start lashing out at whooper's near, with plenty of curse words and punches, if the transgression was severe enough. This doesn't mean Maxyaela is inherently evil, but she isn't a nice person, either. A free spirit, 'Maxx' tends to ignore both the joys and troubles of the people around her, save for the very few people she calls her friends. She, however, will never ignore a person suffering from physical or emotional abuse, and will always jump to their defense. Her favorite past times include drinking, clubbing, and profusely petting animals.
Weapons/Tools: Maxx has, unfortunately, had many an encounter with the local police. Because of this, she avoids carrying anything remotely resembling a weapon on her at all times. Instead, she relies on her stand and fighting prowess. To this end, she always carries small objects such as cigarettes and acorns to use with her stand.
Skills: 'Maxx' doesn't have a very wide set of skills, but she's pretty good at the few things she knows how to do.
- Due to the many street fights she's been in, she's learned both how to throw and take good punches, in addition to basic wrestling maneuvers.
- Thanks to her years of work as a waitress, Maxyaela has a very keen set of ears, capable of picking up important information regardless of the amount of noise in the vicinity. She's also developed a good sense of balance and can carry several things within her arms with little to no trouble. On top of that, she's become quite capable at multitasking.
- With her harsh words, raspy voice and perennially pissed-off-face, 'Maxx' can intimidate other individuals with relative ease.
Are they a Stand User: Yes.
Quotes: "**** you, you **** mother**** sorry **** piece of ****."
Their Goal: To abandon her shitty job and become a movie star. She realizes such a dream is, if not impossible, highly unlikely; so she's content with finding a somewhat more fulfilling job and living a peaceful life.
Their Secret: 'Maxx' attended ballet classes until her teenage years. She loves classical dance, but thinks her "tough girl" image would be ruined if anyone found out.
Weaknesses: Maxyaela isn't dumb, but she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, either. That, combined with her short temper, makes it incredibly easy to trick and dupe her. Her disinterest in other people causes Maxyaela to have little to no friends, and she's almost incapable of maintaining long-lasting relationships. She's also very, very stubborn.
Strengths: On top of her fighting prowess and stand, 'Maxx' has always had a very strong animal magnetism. Most pets flock to her on sight (something she adores). Her stubbornness, despite the fact that it usually gets her into trouble, means she almost never gets discouraged enough to give up on something after she's started it.
Bio: Maxyaela's early years weren't precisely a bed of roses. Born to a fractured home as a second-generation Russian immigrant in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, Maxx remembers very little of her home - and she'd rather keep it that way. Her short temper was a delight for the other kids in her class, which teased her at every opportunity. Because of this, her school life was rather miserable. Half her classmates picked on her to entertain themselves with her over the top reactions, and the other half largely ignored her in fear of being bullied.
Back at home, things were only half as bad. Her father, despite being mostly absent due to his several part-time jobs, was a kind and gentle soul that always looked after her daughter's needs. Day in and day out, he did everything in his power to ensure the safety and future of his family. It always seemed like his scrawny form could fall apart at any second, but he somehow always managed to greet her daughter with a heartwarming smile.
Her mother, however, wasn't as caring, nor interested in her child. She also seemed to always be home, drinking from stinky brown bottles, which Maxyaela found rather strange. Of course, being but a kid, Maxyaela was completely oblivious to the fact that her mother was a parasite that mooched off her father's hard work, emotionally abusing him to keep living the deadbeat life. Things took a dark turn when, one night Maxx's mom bashed her beloved spouse's face in with a frying pan during a rather heated discussion. After that, her progenitors' "heated discussions" became more and more common until, one fateful day, shortly after Maxx's had the age of sixteenth birthday.
She arrived home from high school to see her father's body, beaten and bruised all over at the bottom of the stairs. On the other end was her mother, with both hands holding her horror-struck face. At that precise moment, Maxyaela felt a fire within her, fueled by her extreme anger and hate. She stared at her mother, her blood boiling inside her as her entire world was taken over by a deafening silence. She saw her mother walking down the stairs, moving her mouth and hands, but she couldn't hear neither steps nor words. Slowly, everything seemed to turn red, only faint outlines letting her know how much of the flight of stairs her mother had traversed. And then, something strange. Her mother stared at her own hands, frantically moving them in front of her face for a few seconds. The rest of the colors returned, and the silence was broken by a massive "boom" as her mother exploded into a shower of flesh and blood. Maxx coiled back in shock. She didn't know exactly what happened, but she felt it had, somehow, been her doing.
Afraid of the possible repercussions of such an event, Maxyaela packed her things and ran off. For the next few years, she scraped by thanks to abandoned houses, awful part-time jobs and, occasionally, flirting enough to get into someone's house for just a few weeks. Right now, thanks to a crappy but well-paid (mostly because of her tips) job at a local bar, Maxx is capable of affording a modest, small apartment in Brooklyn.