Maxine Aurburn
Sept 15, 2013 20:20:03 GMT -8
Post by Max Aurburn on Sept 15, 2013 20:20:03 GMT -8
Name:
Maxine Aurburn
Nickname/Codename:
Max
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Age:
26 Revolutions
Occupation:
Rebellion Soldier
Face Claim?
Kat Dennings
Appearance:
Max is considered very pretty for her race. Standing at 5'10", she's taller than most human females. She has an unusually full figure; weighing 160lbs, she is toned but retains a full hourglass figure with a large bust and wide hips. She takes pride in her body and loves to catch men ogling from across the hallways. Her long black hair curls naturally in loose ringlets, framing her heart-shaped face. With soft blue eyes and full lips, she is often called beautiful by her peers.
As a soldier of the rebellion, Max has to wear her assigned clothing, but when possible, she will deviate from the given wardrobe and wear lighter, more vibrant colors. Though she wasn't alive to see the days of her race's freedom, stories and images of how they dressed were passed down after they went into hiding, and she seeks to emulate that style. She is forced to alter it to allow her to dress mostly in pants, but she still feels that her style is considered vintage.
Personality:
Max is a tremendous flirt; she will almost never pass up a chance to charm her way into someone's life only to leave him brokenhearted. She enjoys using her beauty and wit as a weapon against others, reeling them in only to cut them loose. She is of course awaiting the man that will win her over, but hasn't found him yet and is losing hope that it will happen. Her intelligence is undeniable, as she can be diabolical and takes great care when meeting new people for them not to get the wrong impression. She is nice when she has to be, but she prefers her charm and beauty to do all the talking so that she can think her way through situations.
Max wouldn't consider herself to be narcissistic, but she does take great pride in her appearance and isn't afraid to flaunt it. She tends to challenge people, whether willingly or not, on their beliefs about her; those who are correct are often her closest friends. Anyone who reads her wrong she mentally notes to be unintelligent or not worth her time. In a way, she's a bit stuck-up, but she doesn't consider herself to be. After all, it's not her fault that her opinions offend others, now is it? Her opinions, when voiced, do tend to make more enemies than friends for Max, though, so unless it's something she finds extremely important she will keep it to herself and will let others work it out.
Her strengths are her beauty, her intelligence, her wit and charm, her ability to lead, and her ability to work alone. On the flip side, her weaknesses are her attitude toward others, her ability to make more enemies than friends, and her ability to work alone (sometimes, people see this as her spurning them--which it most of the time is).
History:
Maxine Elaine Aurburn was born to Josephine and Aaron Aurburn in the depths of the rebel stronghold on New Earth. She spent the entirety of her childhood surrounded by soldiers; whether it was her parents or their friends, Max always had some official within arm's reach. She was never afraid of them--her parents taught her how to respond to authority almost directly out of the womb. In her first couple of years her parents took her to the range to practice handling weaponry every week until she had mastered her aim and could hit a bulls-eye from one hundred feet away. From then on, after school, her parents would teach her the history of humanity: from the beginning of recorded history (that they considered relevant) to the most recent news, her parents taught her all that they knew. They hoped that when she was old enough that she would be able to understand the world around her and to understand why they fought. When she came of age, her parents took her to training sessions by former soldiers to learn all that she could in the case that she needed to engage in hand to hand combat. They wanted her to be well-prepared and wanted her to come back to them if she ever left. She still attends these sessions, being of the mindset that she can never stop learning how to stay alive. Of course, being a soldier, it is much more necessary than it was when she was a child. Now, having lost her mother to a large expeditionary mission, she keeps in mind all that she's been taught, aware that most women are taken to be used for slave labor. She knows that if she ever got the chance, or if she ever found out where her mother was and if she was alive, she would take it if it meant rescuing her mother.
Other:
N/A
Roleplaying Sample:
"Listen to the sound of my breath. A good fighter always reads her opponent by how he is breathing." Max stood still and listened intently to what her teacher was saying; his breaths were coming short and quick. He was winded. He would be an easy target. "What does my breathing betray about me?"
Quickly, Max began to batter her teacher with attacks until his stamina was worn down enough that she could place the killing blow. Spinning, twirling, leaping; she incorporated all of these into her attacks, forcing her opponent to stay on the defensive and keeping him from attacking himself. Once she had the tip of her sword against his neck, she whispered in his ear, slightly breathless from her acrobatics. "Your breath says that you're tired and won't be on your best game. You're an easy target." Max released him and stepped back to allow him room to speak.
"Spectacular, Max! I applaud you. You've learned well. But what have I told you about being overly dramatic in your attacks? All that achieves is making you tired and dizzy--not much better than your winded opponent." He shook his head slightly. "Max, you have to think in the long run when you're on the battlefield. You may kill one man with you attacks, but they'll leave you tired and sore so that another will come and take you in your exhaustion." She bowed her head; he was right. She shouldn't have been so careless.
"Only fight when necessary, and never use too much energy to do it," she recited calmly. Her instructor nodded.
"Now, let's try this again. What does my breath say about me?"
Codeword:
aliens (I'm the admin, but I suppose I should say it too ^^;
Maxine Aurburn
Nickname/Codename:
Max
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Age:
26 Revolutions
Occupation:
Rebellion Soldier
Face Claim?
Kat Dennings
Appearance:
Max is considered very pretty for her race. Standing at 5'10", she's taller than most human females. She has an unusually full figure; weighing 160lbs, she is toned but retains a full hourglass figure with a large bust and wide hips. She takes pride in her body and loves to catch men ogling from across the hallways. Her long black hair curls naturally in loose ringlets, framing her heart-shaped face. With soft blue eyes and full lips, she is often called beautiful by her peers.
As a soldier of the rebellion, Max has to wear her assigned clothing, but when possible, she will deviate from the given wardrobe and wear lighter, more vibrant colors. Though she wasn't alive to see the days of her race's freedom, stories and images of how they dressed were passed down after they went into hiding, and she seeks to emulate that style. She is forced to alter it to allow her to dress mostly in pants, but she still feels that her style is considered vintage.
Personality:
Max is a tremendous flirt; she will almost never pass up a chance to charm her way into someone's life only to leave him brokenhearted. She enjoys using her beauty and wit as a weapon against others, reeling them in only to cut them loose. She is of course awaiting the man that will win her over, but hasn't found him yet and is losing hope that it will happen. Her intelligence is undeniable, as she can be diabolical and takes great care when meeting new people for them not to get the wrong impression. She is nice when she has to be, but she prefers her charm and beauty to do all the talking so that she can think her way through situations.
Max wouldn't consider herself to be narcissistic, but she does take great pride in her appearance and isn't afraid to flaunt it. She tends to challenge people, whether willingly or not, on their beliefs about her; those who are correct are often her closest friends. Anyone who reads her wrong she mentally notes to be unintelligent or not worth her time. In a way, she's a bit stuck-up, but she doesn't consider herself to be. After all, it's not her fault that her opinions offend others, now is it? Her opinions, when voiced, do tend to make more enemies than friends for Max, though, so unless it's something she finds extremely important she will keep it to herself and will let others work it out.
Her strengths are her beauty, her intelligence, her wit and charm, her ability to lead, and her ability to work alone. On the flip side, her weaknesses are her attitude toward others, her ability to make more enemies than friends, and her ability to work alone (sometimes, people see this as her spurning them--which it most of the time is).
History:
Maxine Elaine Aurburn was born to Josephine and Aaron Aurburn in the depths of the rebel stronghold on New Earth. She spent the entirety of her childhood surrounded by soldiers; whether it was her parents or their friends, Max always had some official within arm's reach. She was never afraid of them--her parents taught her how to respond to authority almost directly out of the womb. In her first couple of years her parents took her to the range to practice handling weaponry every week until she had mastered her aim and could hit a bulls-eye from one hundred feet away. From then on, after school, her parents would teach her the history of humanity: from the beginning of recorded history (that they considered relevant) to the most recent news, her parents taught her all that they knew. They hoped that when she was old enough that she would be able to understand the world around her and to understand why they fought. When she came of age, her parents took her to training sessions by former soldiers to learn all that she could in the case that she needed to engage in hand to hand combat. They wanted her to be well-prepared and wanted her to come back to them if she ever left. She still attends these sessions, being of the mindset that she can never stop learning how to stay alive. Of course, being a soldier, it is much more necessary than it was when she was a child. Now, having lost her mother to a large expeditionary mission, she keeps in mind all that she's been taught, aware that most women are taken to be used for slave labor. She knows that if she ever got the chance, or if she ever found out where her mother was and if she was alive, she would take it if it meant rescuing her mother.
Other:
N/A
Roleplaying Sample:
"Listen to the sound of my breath. A good fighter always reads her opponent by how he is breathing." Max stood still and listened intently to what her teacher was saying; his breaths were coming short and quick. He was winded. He would be an easy target. "What does my breathing betray about me?"
Quickly, Max began to batter her teacher with attacks until his stamina was worn down enough that she could place the killing blow. Spinning, twirling, leaping; she incorporated all of these into her attacks, forcing her opponent to stay on the defensive and keeping him from attacking himself. Once she had the tip of her sword against his neck, she whispered in his ear, slightly breathless from her acrobatics. "Your breath says that you're tired and won't be on your best game. You're an easy target." Max released him and stepped back to allow him room to speak.
"Spectacular, Max! I applaud you. You've learned well. But what have I told you about being overly dramatic in your attacks? All that achieves is making you tired and dizzy--not much better than your winded opponent." He shook his head slightly. "Max, you have to think in the long run when you're on the battlefield. You may kill one man with you attacks, but they'll leave you tired and sore so that another will come and take you in your exhaustion." She bowed her head; he was right. She shouldn't have been so careless.
"Only fight when necessary, and never use too much energy to do it," she recited calmly. Her instructor nodded.
"Now, let's try this again. What does my breath say about me?"
Codeword:
aliens (I'm the admin, but I suppose I should say it too ^^;
