Post by Max Tyros on Nov 11, 2016 6:38:50 GMT
Maximus “Max” Tyros
FACE CLAIM: Joe Collier
 | 16 (52) Male Vampire Unemployed Bisexual; Single |
Personality
Put mildly, Max is the biggest sissy on the planet. Ironic, considering his power as a vampire, but he doesn’t embrace it. He fears that power. He loathes his undead side, and wants nothing more than to just fit in again and have a normal life. His life has hardly been normal, though. A victim of constant childhood abuse, not only is he timid and shy, but he is terrible with his people skills. He hesitates to engage in any sort of conversation, and you can bet he won’t initiate anything on his own. Any sort of anger displayed towards him generally results in Max flinching away and backing down, even though with his heightened strength he could certainly hold his own in a fight. That just isn’t the way Max’s mind works, though. He’s also sensitive about his education, or lack thereof. After running away from home at only 12 years old, he has lived on the streets for a number of years. Regardless, he still holds a startling amount of naivety when it comes to anything, and he acts younger than he looks, most days. Occasionally, though, you will get a profound moment from the young vampire, but they are few and far between. The only time Max is able to be decisive without arguing with himself is when something involves animals – he loves animals with all of his heart, and though it pains him to feed from them, he always makes sure that he doesn’t take too much. Every animal will survive.
History
Family Members:
- Lloyd Tyros (father, human) – Alive (76 years old)
- Maria Tyros (mother) - Deceased
Ever since Max was little, he’d had a rough life. His father had wanted nothing more than a strong, powerful son, and so he was given the name ‘Maximus’ as something to help him along his way. What a disappointment poor little Max was, though. His father had a very heavy-handed way of parenting, to the point of it becoming physical abuse. Whenever Max did anything wrong, whether it was legitimate or not, he would be forced to come to school the next day bearing the bruises of his father’s punishments. His only saving grace was his mother, Maria.
But Maria was afraid of Lloyd, as well. She couldn’t stand up to him when he abused Max, or he would turn his hands against her. So she kept quiet, sneaking into her son’s room at night to console her broken child and whisper: ‘Everything will be alright. Someday I will take you far from here, and you can spread your wings and fly as high as you like.’ Kind words, if only Max wasn’t terrified of heights. Because of his father’s ways, Max was terrified of most things in life.
The funny thing was, Max was a very smart kid. He studied hard, and actually enjoyed school. He loved to learn new things. But it wasn’t to be, however. By the time he turned 12, his father had finally overstepped his bounds and actually killed Maria. Max had seen the entire thing, and turned to flee from the house with only the clothes on his back. He never once looked back, not even to see if Lloyd was following him, and would sneak into barns he passed along the way to sleep with the animals. Every once in a while the fearful boy would come across the farmer that owned the land, but more often than not they took pity on the disheveled, filthy boy and would give him a proper meal, and a change of clothes along with a nice warm bath. Max barely spoke, aside from soft ‘thank you’s at the end of each encounter, and never met the farmers’ eyes. He was too afraid to.
Max flitted from place to place, wearing through and out-growing his clothes at a remarkable rate until he was 16 years old. Though he was very thin for his age, he had done a fair amount of labour at the various farms he’d stayed at to at least keep a decent amount of muscle on his bones. One night after being sent into town for some groceries for the farmer he was currently working for (he at least had enough schooling that he could read and write and do some basic math), he was pulled into a huge commotion in the streets. The food lay forgotten on the road as Max literally fought for his life, unable to understand what was happening. Never one to fight back in the past, though, Max was quickly overwhelmed as these people viciously bit him over and over again, and eventually he fell unconscious and died from blood loss.
He woke up, though. A strange man, James, explained that the attack had been one of vampires, and he had ‘saved’ Max by turning him into one of their own. He had forced his own blood down Max’s throat before he died, and so Max was indebted to him. James was his Sire – not only his mentor but his leader in every possible way.
Max was horrified at the thought of being a vampire. He hadn’t thought they’d existed before now, and no matter what James said or did, he refused to feed off of humans. He wouldn’t drink their blood. Growing weaker and weaker with each passing day, eventually he fed off of a cow in desperation. It worked, and Max actually felt better about feeding off an animal rather than a person. Just because he loved animals, didn’t mean he was a vegetarian or a vegan. He cared for them, but he also understood that people needed protein to survive – and meat was the best way to get that. Looking at it from that perspective made being a vampire a little more tolerable.
Not to James, though. The idea that Max would feed off animals rather than humans infuriated him, and he cast Max aside. Max had been alone for a long time, but being rejected by his own Sire hurt far more than he ever could have imagined. So rather than face that fear and pain again, he fled once more, moving all over the States for years before finally heading towards Colorado…
Max would need to find a place in the world…for an undead teenager…stuck for eternity.
About the Player
Alias: Beebee
Age: 29
Timezone: Mountain (Canadia)
Anything Else: I’m boring…enjoy
Other character(s): None (for now)
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