Maxwell Ravage

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Maxwell L. Ravage

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NAME:[/color] Maxwell Ravage

APPARENT AGE:[/color] 23

REAL AGE:[/color] 23

GENDER:[/color] male

SEXUALITY:[/color] bisexual

RACE:[/color] Human

SIDE:[/color] the law of humans

CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color] Original

i'm creeping my way out
so you can see me

HAIR:[/color] black, silky looking short

EYES:[/color] blue

HEIGHT:[/color] 5'2

BUILD:[/color] lean building small muscles

DISTINGUISHED BY:[/color] some minor scars, nothing much

PREFERRED PLAYBY:[/color] Alex Evans.

FULL DESCRIPTION:[/color] Maxwell's a pale creature, he'd probably be labelled as gothy if one was to see him and probably scrawny, he hasn't nay piercing (though the PB does, please ignore them) and despite working on his muscle he's… not that big.

i'm crawling my way
round a thousand cities

PERSONALITY:[/color]
Maxwell's a nerd, now that we have that cleared he's also a nut. He's not crazy but he thinks crazy things, doesn't that make some one crazy? He's labelled and, despite his youth he got a small degree in criminal justice, it's allowed him to move within the law with a badge in his pocket. He likes having the badge however what he's mostly after is reasons, and explanations for he's been specifically tracking the murders of many people, scratches on their faces.. loss of blood, it was all too neat and all too patterned, to find the reason and explanation for the murders, and the culrpti is to die a happy man, er.. boy.

He's quiet when he's not working, besides tracking leads his second project is Cirque du freak,he has a gut feeling there's something funny going on with them. He's been studying vampiric killer such as Countess Elizabeth Bathory, Vlad the impaler and so fourth to better understand who he might be looking for, the obsession one might call it takes precedence due to lack of friends. He's a loner unless he needs to and rightfully so, he's awkward.

GOALS:[/color]
-to find answers
-get a girl
-find a vampire (if the real deal even exists)

FEARS:[/color]
-being one of the victims in these vampiric killings
-fire
-going back to school

LIKES:[/color]
-books
-movies
-video games
-donuts
-quiet

DISLIKES:[/color]
-being judged
-cuts
-being lied to
-a long fracas (They tend to be over nothing)

you all stop and stare
i don't need your pity

TITLE:[/color] detective

JOB:[/color] running down leads tiny detective

DATE OF CHANGE:[/color] N/A

ABILITIES:[/color] N/A

i'm living my life in this hell

COMMON KNOWLEDGE:[/color]
not much, he's a bug some might know he's been running down vampire leads but, nothing beyond that

SECRETS:[/color]he's bi

HABITS:[/color]
-taps foot
-clucks tongue

STRENGTHS:[/color]
-reading
-babbling without breath
-good aim with a gun

WEAKNESSES:[/color]
-mortal, he's only human
-curiosity, it kills the cat

now i'm crawling away
cause the stress has killed me

PARENTS:[/color] no one special

SIBLINGS:[/color] N/A

RELATIONSHIPS:[/color] Any significant others?

HISTORY:[/color]
Maxwell was born and raised as an ordinary boy, just like the song eh? Well.. anyways he's always been pretty odd and labelled a loner but he's often also had a fascination with vampires. Yes, vampires, he found vampiric killings and forensics fascinating at an early age, and he could have rested the letter from hell and several other works at a young age. This was a little odd o his parents but no amount of therapy seemed to change his mind about the profession he wanted to have someday, he would investigate and hopefully, his questions would come to light though he knew it'd probably never be like on TV where they're all well organized, if he found just one though he'd be content, even more if he had proof and the world of science would be solved! Partially.

When he turned eighteen he was labelled a partial genius, as such he decided to devote more time to his little obsession with vampiric in nature killings, he enjoyed good tales of Jack The Ripper, the mystery was a good one to his ears. Well, eyes since you can't really hear a book unless it's recorded, or your crazy. Or both. He's studied different theories on why one was a killer and one was not, and the one he's come up with, it's just because they can be. He has his own thoughts on the matter over the years that he's decided to keep quiet. Anyways, at eighteen he's stopped most becoming a jobless PI who, only has a badge to really hide behind when breaking the law. The badge itself was collected wen he was 20, it seems unrealistic he knows but somehow he's pulled that off.(he credits his mother, father, and law and order!).

Today, Maxwell feels he's growing hotter on the trail having large bulletin boards and or files on his computer linking different murders and what's happened, he's finding it odd just how does Cirque Du Freak do it? How does it all work? and what's really out there besides just a bunch of wack-jobs? Or is that all there is to it? He hasn't a clue but he would love to find out…

Living the life of seemingly great achievement isn't something to brag about, he has an award certificate but he never strived for anything beyond that, mainly focusing on what he loved, or obsessed on. Friends are mainly business related and leads, his name isn't well known at all anymore, nor does he truly care. His parents still talk to him though most of it's superficial, he doubts they approve of what he's decided to do and for extra in-come if needed he works part time at record shop, some say he's gotten dumber since he's stopped truly testing himself but then again, is it all just a test? .

i feel like i fell
from a ten-story building

NAME/NICKNAME:[/color] Goldie

AGE:[/color] 15

EXPERIENCE:[/color] about…6 years?

OTHER CHARACTERS:[/color] Kurda Smahlt Misha Collins, Vancha March

TIME ZONE:[/color] on this world

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The clouds hung over the deep blue sky, like they were always meant to or some force kept them. It was a magnetism that kept them so bonded and to spawn children of thunder, lightening and rain, though rain was more of condensed.. yea children of clouds were rain too. Maxwell wore his raincoat for this one, a black one that made him look all the more suspicious, he looked down at his feet where prints lay in the mud, some one claimed they had passed out around the area in the local park, it spooked them enough to not want to come back here. They said the last person seen was some guy, then nothing, in the exact quote "i thought I got jumped" he might have been correct, though he was sure they didn't really want his money, did vampiric killers work? Yes they did actually, many ran pretty ordinary lives before something snapped in their heads and-

Focus, Maxwell looked at the impressions in the leaves where the man claims to have fallen, he didn't see anything at all, nothing to suggest any sort of violence, at the most he could say a big bear came and dozed off. (the witness was… big boned) or chubby whatever was your cup of tea. He watched and stuffed his hands into his pockets, nothing was here and it'd ran soon anyways, washing whatever Might have been evidence. He sighed and began walking back finding his way to the pathed path of paradise, or just the sign humanity left. He walked along it for a few minutes, a gust of wind blowing at his head like mother nature wanted to push his head off. Wouldn't be a first.

He walked back to the car he claimed as his own. The mighty MAxwell-mobile which was really just an oldish truck, it was bought used and he didn't expect much out of it. Except getting him to his next stop which was Dunken Donuts, pardon the cliche but he was hungry and after a good five minute fail of an investigation he thought would bare fruits, he could use a donut and some coffee maybe. The old truck began moving, lumbering almost down the road to food. Outside, it already had begun to rain.

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