Post by Max on Jul 28, 2008 14:09:18 GMT -5
Max (Guevara)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Alliance: Villan
Power(s):
- She has super speed and really quick reflexes. She can generally even dodge bullets. She can jump really high as well, she can usually clear a 10 ft fence easy (I kind of consider that within the same power, let me know if you don't and i'll chane it)
- She has her normal vision, but she can also zoom in to the point where she can read a book from a block away.
- She has her normal hearing, but she can tone it to listen into certain things. Such as listening to a certain conversation and blocking out all the others, but that conversation is in a room two doors down the hall, or across the road and down half a block.
Apperance
Height: about 5' 6"
Weight 145
Apperance:
She's kind of thin. But she has a darker complexion, kind of a dark tan-like skin tone. Her hair is dark brown, black in some lights, and it is straight or curled, depending on how much work she feels like putting into it. She wears a lot of dark colors: black, brown, navy, and anything else along those lines, and relatively tight clothes. She also wears a good bit of leather (mainly jackets and vests). And she almost always has a pair of black gloves on (usually leather on the exterior).
Portrayed by: Jessica AlbaThe Character
History:
She always lived on the street. Ever sense she was a kid. She never really had a home to go to. Her only family, her mom, was murdered in an alley way when she tried to help a victim of a gang robbery. She obviously didn't help any. But sense then Max has pretty much been on her own. She was only ten when her mom died, and she watched the whole thing. She still dreams about it to this day. But then she was offered the chance to make a difference in the world, to be "different" than all the other humans on the planet (well, most of them anyway). She gladly accepted, knowing well that there would probably be consequences. But at least now she has a place to call "home." She isn't out on the street anymore. She still doesn't find trusting others easy, but at least she isn't being hit on my drunk men in their forties, or not drunk men who just want a good time. She really never had a full name. After her mom died she never really talked to anybody, so she forgot her middle and last name, but now, any time she finds herself needing a last name, she just makes it up. She generally uses Guevara. She seems to remember that's what her mom always used, but she still doesn't really remember.
Sample:
Max walked down the old alleyway. She'd been here countless times in the past 15 years. This was the site of her mother's death. Her long brown hair was straight today, it generally was these days. And she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her vest to help against the cold. She looked over at the dumpster she had hid behind when she was ten, replaying the whole ordeal through her head for at least the hundredth time. Probably more like the thousandth time, but who's counting. She walked over to the tin trash cans that stood there, and moved one over two feet. Underneath it was the blood stains. Her mother's blood was on the concrete, now and forever probably. She squat down, looking at it, inspecting it once again. Suddenly her stronger hearing picked up the sound of someone approaching. Max bit her lip lightly as she stood, pushing the trash can back in place. She looked around, listening, trying to find out who it was, but the footsteps sounded heavy, and she didn't want to be around when whoever it was showed up. She liked her privacy. She looked up at the fire escape, and jumped up, reaching out for the floor that was about 15 feet above the ground. She grabbed it and pulled herself onto the landing, and looked down before running up onto the roof, and making her get away. Not that it was entirely necessary, but it was definitely a lot of fun. It kept her on the defense. She loved the adrenaline rush that kept her going. She reached the roof top and looked around. The next roof top was about 10 feet away from the one she was on. She could make that with a running start. She backed up against the back wall, and sighed, sprinting forward at an amazing speed, she reached the edge of the building and jumped off the roof top, glancing down as she did, and she smiled as she landed on the next roof. She stood up and turned around, glancing again at the roof she'd just come from. She smirked and headed down the fire escape. That was enough excitement for one day.
