@croccin-champagne
((hockey bros! albeit different kinds, but similar in spirit
((hockey bros! albeit different kinds, but similar in spirit
(Yeah! Does anyone rp with Qxeen? If you do, can you tell them to post their character here, ASAP please!)
((u could always send a private message
(True… Sorry, I'm stupid. My brain is mush…)
((nah its chill
(;P)
Name: Maximus "Max" Nathan Kallos
Age: 18 (He skipped a grade when he was younger)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'11
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Light Blonde
General Features: With light blonde hair separated down the side, some of the strands are close to clouding his vision, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much. If someone was to look closely though, they would see the soft undertones of ash brown, his original hair color, tucked under the dyed lighter blonde. Max dyes his hair regularly to maintain his hair color as well. Although his eye color is a typical dark brown, they seem to brighten under the lighting. Sharp features make up most of his face, paired with an expression that normally spoke of disinterest whilst being observant. He has a muscular build, trained up from his years of martial arts and helping around with manual labor to support his mother and himself. There are scars scattered across his body from a range of different experiences of working, in particular, a burn scar mark on his left arm that came from his younger self when he tried to cook for his mother. He usually tries to hide this with long sleeved shirts. Max also has ear piercings on both his earlobes and the tattoos in the pic, except the ones on the fingers and outer palm.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/461946295897292800/f0835904f3818c7a4021e759e11f41b6.jpg)
Usual Outfit: Prefers to wear loose non-constricting clothing, but tight enough that it does not flap around and destroy his concentration. This helps him to hide his figure but also gives him the freedom of movement. Due to his bad eyesight, he is normally spotted in his glasses, although he carries around spare contacts for no reason in particular, as he worries the glasses could fall off or get in the way of whatever the hell he is doing.
Personality: At first sight, Maximus seems like the type to not care about anything, disinterested towards all around him and concerned with only his own matters, however, upon getting to know him more, often people find him to be softer than they expected. Distant at first, he grows warmer as people get to know him, his cautious side slowly letting down his guard to allow others in past his walls. Upon getting to know him, he is caring and loyal towards his friends, willing to rush to their defense if they need his help. He is able to keep a calm and cool mind to address things logically and rationally, however, when he loses his cool and gets angry, he will go into a rage and become more impulsive, relying on his instincts.
Major: Photography
Minor: Computer Engineering
Likes: Photography, reading, drawing, his friends, listening to music, writing
Dislikes: Crowds, loud people, obnoxious people, boredom, rude people, being hurt, people taking advantage of him (a.k.a. using him for something then abandoning him), being betrayed.
Other: He's ambidextrous and I'm terrible at making characters
(Is he okay?)
((hes amazing
(Thx!)
(I love him! Are we ready to start then?)
(Yep, and thx again)
(Np! Imma close it now and post a starter!)
(Okay then)
Bridget tugged on the hem of her blazer absently. Her eyes scanned for the professor – she wanted to talk to him about the assignment for next week.
(Also, I know the picture had her hair down, but she wears it in a tight bun most of the time, btw)
Reese was headed to the astroturf field for practice. Coach Kreiser had commented on her drag flick, and she decided it was time to practice a little bit.
August shoved his papers into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, preparing to leave the room. The professor finished up her lecture, and August rushed out of the room. He had no where particular to be this hour, but he was excited to go out and about.
Reese twirled her hockey stick in her fingers and stepped with a little more enthusiasm as she reached the field.
Max quickly stood up and rushed out of the classroom as his professor dismissed class. He had been given a lot of homework and he wanted to get it over with quickly.
A sat on the grass along the side of the field, examining it curiously. She was considering learning how to play field hockey, because she still hadn't found an rink that she could play at.
Reese noticed someone sitting in the grass as she got closer to the field. She didn't recognize her from the team, but then again, she was still relatively new and didn't know all the girls yet. "Hello!" she called enthusiastically.
She looked up at the approaching girl and grinned. "Well hey there, gorgeous."
Reese beamed. "I'm Reese," she introduced, gripping her stick loosely.
"Call me A." She stood, holding out her hand. "You play here?"
Reese shook her hand. "Yep. Every day." Her eyes scanned the field admiringly. "Never gets old."
A. laughed. "I know the feeling. D'ya know anyone who'd be willin' t' teach me how to play?"
Reese's eyes widened. "I would!" she exclaimed happily.
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