Post by shadowrose on Jul 31, 2011 22:24:27 GMT -6
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Alias: [Optional] Max, The Blind Angel Alchemist.
Name: Maxine (Max) Irish
Age:18
Gender:Female
Weight: 130lbs
Height:5' 6"
Hair: Copper brown that falls to her waist, with her bangs (which are white) falling over her right eye.
Eyes: Her left eye is a golden color, her right no one has seen, she keeps it covered by a black band and her hair. Burn marks surround her right eye.
Personality: [5 lines at least]Max appears laid back and careless. She doesn't show alot of emotion for anything. She doesn't sugar coat things, and speaks her mind. She can be impatient, and doesn't like when people ask her alot of questions about herself. She has a rough attitude that tends to get her in trouble. She's not big on taking orders if she doesn't like them, and turns a blind eye to things she doesn't approve of or doesn't want to see. Max is stubborn, but reserved. She keeps a good poker face on, as she thinks letting others see your emotions is just begging for trouble. She's a tomboy to say the least.
Physical Description: [100 words at least]Max is about 5'6" about 130lbs with a slender well toned body. Her skin is naturally a slight tan, her hair is a copper color falling to about her waist, usually pulled into a long pony tail, she leaved her white bangs down, they're brushed over her right eye, (Like Mj. General Armstrong) Around her right eye are burn marks that resemble an angel's wing, or so her mother said. She keeps a black band over her right eye, covering it and the worst of the burn marks. Her left eye is a golden color. She has tattoos up and down her arms, that act as her transmutation circle. She normally wears tan cargo pants, and a black tank top, with a long black jacket that reaches her calves over it. She keeps the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, showing the bottom half of her tattoos, and black fingerless gloves, with holes where the knuckles are. She wears high black boots, the go over her pants. Her left ear is pierced three times at the bottom and twice at the top. She wears studs in one hole at the bottom and silver hoops in the others. Her right ear is only pierced three times, two at the bottom, one at the top.
History: [200 words at least]Max's mother was a ishvalan prostitute, the only thing she knows about her father was that his name was Max Irish. Her mother cared for her the best she could, giving her food while her mother went without during hard times. Max never complained though, and did her best to stay out of the way. Once when a drunk was angry in the slum that she lived with her mother, he hit a table, sending the lit lamp flying, the flaming oil landed on Max's face causing the burn marks. Her mother nursed her as best she could, a doctor appeared one day and heal her face with alchemy,and so begun Max's quest to become an alchemist. She learned from any alchemist she could, she spent days at the library reading every alchemy book she could lay her hands on. She had already trained from the time she could walk in street fighting from local gang members to protect herself. When she turned 16, her mother fell ill, but Max couldn't afford to place her in a hospital, she decided to become a state alchemist,she foregoed her ishvalan heritage and name, taking the female version of her father's name, and took her exam at the age of 17. She became a dog of the military for her mother's sake. She is called the Blind Angel Alchemist due to her right eye. She keeps it covered and a burn mark around it resembles a wing. Her fighting style in mainly transmuting weapons and using her skills as a street fighting.
Other:She doesn't know much about her father, but sercertly wants to learn more
max wandered about Central, bored out of her mind. She chewed on a tooth pick lazily. Her golden eye flickered about the hallways searching for something, anything to take her mind off her wandering remembrances of her childhood. The days she spent in the slums, begging and pleading for food. Her mother's happy smile before she fell ill. Max walked into the library and picked up a random book, flipping through the pages and she plopped into a empty chair in a deserted corner. A dreamy smile was on her face, as her mind drifted to her mother telling a much younger Max about how charming her father was, and how he had promised to save the ishvlan woman and their daughter from the grips of the slums. Max closed her book suddenly with more force then necessary, shaking her head to clear away those thoughts.
"He will never come." She muttered to herself, throwing the book down on a table as she passed by, marching out of the library. Setting off to visit her mother.
Alias: [Optional] Max, The Blind Angel Alchemist.
Name: Maxine (Max) Irish
Age:18
Gender:Female
Weight: 130lbs
Height:5' 6"
Hair: Copper brown that falls to her waist, with her bangs (which are white) falling over her right eye.
Eyes: Her left eye is a golden color, her right no one has seen, she keeps it covered by a black band and her hair. Burn marks surround her right eye.
Personality: [5 lines at least]Max appears laid back and careless. She doesn't show alot of emotion for anything. She doesn't sugar coat things, and speaks her mind. She can be impatient, and doesn't like when people ask her alot of questions about herself. She has a rough attitude that tends to get her in trouble. She's not big on taking orders if she doesn't like them, and turns a blind eye to things she doesn't approve of or doesn't want to see. Max is stubborn, but reserved. She keeps a good poker face on, as she thinks letting others see your emotions is just begging for trouble. She's a tomboy to say the least.
Physical Description: [100 words at least]Max is about 5'6" about 130lbs with a slender well toned body. Her skin is naturally a slight tan, her hair is a copper color falling to about her waist, usually pulled into a long pony tail, she leaved her white bangs down, they're brushed over her right eye, (Like Mj. General Armstrong) Around her right eye are burn marks that resemble an angel's wing, or so her mother said. She keeps a black band over her right eye, covering it and the worst of the burn marks. Her left eye is a golden color. She has tattoos up and down her arms, that act as her transmutation circle. She normally wears tan cargo pants, and a black tank top, with a long black jacket that reaches her calves over it. She keeps the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, showing the bottom half of her tattoos, and black fingerless gloves, with holes where the knuckles are. She wears high black boots, the go over her pants. Her left ear is pierced three times at the bottom and twice at the top. She wears studs in one hole at the bottom and silver hoops in the others. Her right ear is only pierced three times, two at the bottom, one at the top.
History: [200 words at least]Max's mother was a ishvalan prostitute, the only thing she knows about her father was that his name was Max Irish. Her mother cared for her the best she could, giving her food while her mother went without during hard times. Max never complained though, and did her best to stay out of the way. Once when a drunk was angry in the slum that she lived with her mother, he hit a table, sending the lit lamp flying, the flaming oil landed on Max's face causing the burn marks. Her mother nursed her as best she could, a doctor appeared one day and heal her face with alchemy,and so begun Max's quest to become an alchemist. She learned from any alchemist she could, she spent days at the library reading every alchemy book she could lay her hands on. She had already trained from the time she could walk in street fighting from local gang members to protect herself. When she turned 16, her mother fell ill, but Max couldn't afford to place her in a hospital, she decided to become a state alchemist,she foregoed her ishvalan heritage and name, taking the female version of her father's name, and took her exam at the age of 17. She became a dog of the military for her mother's sake. She is called the Blind Angel Alchemist due to her right eye. She keeps it covered and a burn mark around it resembles a wing. Her fighting style in mainly transmuting weapons and using her skills as a street fighting.
Other:She doesn't know much about her father, but sercertly wants to learn more
max wandered about Central, bored out of her mind. She chewed on a tooth pick lazily. Her golden eye flickered about the hallways searching for something, anything to take her mind off her wandering remembrances of her childhood. The days she spent in the slums, begging and pleading for food. Her mother's happy smile before she fell ill. Max walked into the library and picked up a random book, flipping through the pages and she plopped into a empty chair in a deserted corner. A dreamy smile was on her face, as her mind drifted to her mother telling a much younger Max about how charming her father was, and how he had promised to save the ishvlan woman and their daughter from the grips of the slums. Max closed her book suddenly with more force then necessary, shaking her head to clear away those thoughts.
"He will never come." She muttered to herself, throwing the book down on a table as she passed by, marching out of the library. Setting off to visit her mother.
