Post by pickie on Nov 18, 2010 2:09:04 GMT -7
Maxwell Lorenzo Archer
" I could change the world
I could make it better
Kick it up and down
Take a chance on me "
*note: this app is to be done in third person
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Maxwell Lorenzo Archer
Nickname(s): Max
Gender: Male
Age: fourteen
Birthdate: March 10, 1996
Sexuality: Gay
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci
Played By: Colin Ford
Grade: freshman
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'6
Weight: 126
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dirty blond
Build: average
Scars: none
Piercings/Tattoos: none
Personal Style:
He is somewhat stylish, but yet doesn’t seem to really care. He is usually seen wearing a hat, with a pencil in his ear and one of his many journals under his arm, so that if any idea comes to mind he can write it down. This young man doesn’t even seem to try and dress, like the normal, just throwing whatever he grabs on, and then it ends up looking pretty good together. For his hair he usually just puts gel in his hair quickly, before heading out, his hair looking like he had did it on purpose instead of the hair just being gelled to where it was that morning.
Appearance:
Max has dirty blond hair that is short and usually gelled so that it is a messy sort of spike to it. When his hair is not gelled it is down with any sort of hat on that he had grabbed that morning. He has blue eyes that seem to hold a curiosity of the world around him and a hint of intelligence in them from his past life. He is a bit pale from being inside working on the many things that comes to his mind.
Max has really nice clothes but that is thanks to his mother and father being able to buy him clothes that ware really nice. Yet he just throws on whatever he grabs, but the outfit always looks pretty good on him. He walks with an air of knowing but yet doesn’t act like he knows much trying to hide who he really is, knowing others wouldn’t understand, or think that he was crazy
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Art, painting, sculpting, architecture music, science, math, engineering, inventing, anatomy, geology, cartography, botany, writing, Renaissance art, Rome, Bologna, Venice, France, Milan, airplanes, any machines that can fly, and to learn more about the world around him.
Dislikes: foolishness, ignorance, his journals being looked through, Michelangelo, magicians, meat, people who wish to know more about his personal life, being interrupted, working on just one thing, artist block
Dreams: To do the things he loves for the rest of his life
Fears: To die without finishing his works again, to be forgotten, someone looking into his journals
Habits/Hobbies: painting, sculpting, musician, inventor
Secret(s): Everything in his journals. In his journals are many things, from invention, to maps and drawings. He even has scientific things that he has studied written in the journals. The journals are hidden in a secret compartment in his dresser that he had made in his dresser, he is on his sixth journal at the moment, halfway through it now, and carries this one around where ever he goes
Personality:
PERFECTIONIS: Even at a young age when he building things with building blocks he would tear it down when it was not perfect in his eyes. When he was made to sure the blocks and the other kid had made something that wasn’t perfect with Max, Max would knock it down and give the kid a dirty look for making something that was not perfect. His mother never truly understood why even at a young age that he had wanted everything to perfect. Many of her presents from him were given to her after she was supposed to get them, since at that time they had not been perfect for her.
PROCRASTINATOR: Max has many paintings and sculptors undone in his bedroom at home. He will start on something but the leave it unfinished if he is not inspired anymore. One of his first paintings that he had finished took him almost five years to get it done. He had learned to get his parent’s presents started just so he can get it done around the time that he needs it done by. Most of homework is not finished until the last minute. Sometimes he even hands his homework in half done but most of the time it is fully done. The only thing that he never procrastinates on is his journals he even had went to great lengths by writing everything backwards.
RESTLESSNESS: Once he has something started it is not unusual to see him just got to something else getting bored with the first thing. His mind can never seem to stay on one thing; he could have something ready to paint and then quickly move into drawing something else up to do. In his bedroom at home he has half-finished maps done, and even half little statues down. He has had a couple of paintings, sculptures, and even his models for his inventions were going on at the same time. His parents just thought that he was a hyper child that always needed to be doing something. The only things he does take time to finish are in his journals.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Camellia Archer, 45, Actress
Father: Mark Archer, 49, Writer
Siblings: none
Other: none
Pets: none
Hometown: New York, New York
History:
Mark Archer had been sitting on set of his first book being turned into a movie, when he had first laid eyes on Camellia, the leading lady of the movie. Soon the two got to know each other, and then had gotten married two years later. The two had always felt like they were missing something though. They had kept trying for a child, but after a while they believed that they just couldn’t have one, and were on the verge of talking about adopting before Camellia had found out she was pregnant with Max.
Max had been different from other toddlers, when he went to play groups, he could be found drawing, or playing with blocks. When he was drawing or building something, if one thing was wrong on it, the paper would be found torn up and the blocks would be knocked down. Yet he never seemed to be able keep his mind on one thing though, quickly playing with something else. He was pretty attached to his mother more than he was to his father He had dreams that his mother had died, so he seemed to be afraid to lose her, believing that his dreams were real.
He had never went to a true school, his parents getting him a tutor, so that he was able to go with his mother on movie sets and still learn. He was always a fast learner and just loved everything that he learned. Something seemed to just be driving his thirst for knowledge. Max was still having those dreams though and would ask his parents and tutors, but they always told him it was just silly dreams, but it never felt like it. Soon he was taught about Leonardo, things just clicked then, he knew he was Leonardo then. He just wanted to learn more about his past self, to see what was known about him.
As Max got older he had talked his parents into going to the Louvre where he was able to see all his old works. He just couldn’t believe it when he saw his Mona Lisa, remembering how much he had prized it in his life. How he had wanted it back, but instead his parents bought him the life size poster version of it, this poster goes everywhere he goes. After their trip over to Europe he had talked his parents into sending him to a private school, wanting to meet new people, and see the world more than he could getting tutored at home.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: pickie
Other Characters: none
Age: optional
Time Zone: EST
Post Sample:
Running a hand through his hair, he just couldn’t believe what was happening around him. There was now nothing left of the human race or at least he thought, being held up in a mall could have been the best thing in Lucas’ life, if it hadn’t been for those creatures outside, waiting to eat him. He went through each store looking for weapons and food so that he could escape with his life. This thriving city was now just a waste land for the dead.
Once Lucas had everything that he would need, he now looked for a safe way out. Lucas stayed quiet as he went toward the roof to see if there was a way that wasn’t blocked by the creatures. When on the roof he looked around for his exit, his eyes scanning each side of the building, stopping on one side that was an ally way that was blocked by a bus, keeping the creatures out of that ally.
Quickly rushing down the stairs and toward the exit that lead to the alley way. Lucas was just hoping that the bus was parked in a way where he could get on it and drive off in it; running over any zombie is his way. In the ally he quickly rushed over to the bus, smile lighting upon his face seeing that he could get on it, now it would be his lucky day if the keys had been left in it.
Lucas tossed his bag and weapons on one of the many seats there were in the bus, making sure to keep on weapon on his just in case, quickly shutting the bus door behind him. He started to search the bus for any danger, looking under seats and anywhere one could hide. Once sure he tossed his weapon with his stuff before searching for the keys. “Come on, come on.” He grumbled as he searched for those stupid keys that he had needed to start the bus. A big smile appearing upon his face, finding the key under the driver’s seat. “Thank you” He said to the empty air as he sat down in the seat and buckled up.
The engine roared to life when he started it. “Time to hit the road, and maybe find some other survivors.” He muttered before he started to drive out of there, running over every zombie that had gotten into his way, just missing cars that were long forgotten in the city streets. He had slowed the bus down once out of the city, knowing that the zombies hadn’t kept up with him or followed him.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
