Post by MAX BLEU on Jul 30, 2011 17:40:14 GMT -5
...maxine noel bleu*
*and WHO are you?*
[/size]*and WHO are you?*
...basics*
name maxine noel bleu
nickname max
age twenty one
gender la femme
grade adult
hometown north liberty, indiana
sexuality lesbian
personification caterpillar
status dormant
face claim catherine zeta jones
...appearance*
hair color blonde
eye color brown
build average
height 5'7"
clothing style casual, jeans and sneakers and t shirts
distinctive traitsher coy smile and her tattoos
...personal*
personality
she's mellow yellow, or mellow bleu if you like. Max is a laid back and relaxed, although she can be awful rude and terribly blunt. at first, she's not the easiest to get along with. but if you take your time and work your way into her heart, she's a faithful friend. she's got spunk, man. so watch out.
however, when she's angry, all hell breaks loose. Max's cool cat composure breaks down and a giant squid of anger is released. she'll bitch and moan and whine and complain. although she hates fighting, if someone knows just how to piss her off, she won't back down.
past
in a home where the controlling parents ruled, sat a little girl, miss maxine noel bleu.
(see what I did there, the rhyme?)
Max grew up with super over protective parents though. She had no cell phone. No computer. Wasn't permitted to leave the house. They forced her to play piano, and she got rather good. She could sing too. But she usually played when she was alone.This turned her into a rude, smart ass, bitch. Her only real connection to the outside world was her grandfather (who has since passed away). Grandfather Bleu always had the best stories. And the best trinkets.
One afternoon, Max's grandfather gave her something dear to him. it was a pipe. A little ivory pipe. She didn't smoke. not then at least. But it was pretty, and smooth. That was all she cared about as a little girl. It was her piece of the outside world. She named it Loretta.
A few years passed and when Maxine turned 18, all hell broke loose. She smoked and drank and stole. Got some tattoos. She went crazy. Lived her childhood in a year. Max got into the habit of actually using Loretta for her intended purpose. That purpose was vanilla tobacco. She was completely and utterly disgusted with regular tobacco. Or any flavor other than vanilla. It mellowed her out, calmed her crazy spree. and that's the vice she stuck with.
During this drug induced frenzy, she hung out with a lot of guys who got her what she needed. Now she never cared romantically for any of them. There was an evening at a bar where some shit went down. Maxine was just havin' a good time playin some pool and smokin' with some friends, when this asshat decided to grab her ass. Now, she wasn't gonna take that. So she used her pool stick to beat the living hell out of him. Got kicked out of the bar as well.
She was eventually allowed back. Max spent a hella lotta time absorbing everything she could about bar tending. And she got good. Eventually went to work at it. Became the best in the town. And it was a small town, so that's not saying much. Her reputation kept building though. Always famous for hittin' on the ladies as well.
She always found guys (sexually) repulsive. She much favored women. Max cared much more for their sleek curves and smooth skin. As well as their much more understanding nature.
North Liberty was getting too small. So she moved to give herself some leg room.
present
So now she's in New York. Ended up cutting herself off from all of her family, she's shootin' for a fresh start after all. So she's in her shitty apartment, job hunting. If she can work some magic, Max is hoping to get hired at the local hotspot. Down the Rabbit Hole.
Now she isn't all alone. She has a caterpillar farm. like an ant farm. but better. she found these cannibalistic caterpillars that she loves to bits. Max only has a few, and they keep eating each other. But the largest one (and the one most likely to devour all the others) is her favorite. his name is Colonel Peachy. even though he's blue.
family
mom- marrietta bleu
dad- herb bleu
brother- casper bleu
likes
+ candles
+ spring
+ vanilla flavored tobacco
+ green tea
+ classical music
dislikes
- snow/ the cold
- sweets
- loud music
- regular tobacco
- obnoxious kids
other notes if she can get away with it, she just won't wear shoes. and sometimes she''ll walk around her apartment naked.
...literature*
book title Alice in Wonderland
backstory
the Caterpillar is a hookah-smoking caterpillar exactly three inches high which, according to him, "is a very good height indeed" (though Alice believes it to be a wretched height).
Alice does not like the Caterpillar when they first meet, because he does not immediately talk to her and when he does, it is usually in short, rather rude sentences, or difficult questions.
...roleplayer*
name becca
age almost fourteen
gender la femme
rp experience years now.
how you found ouac bitch, I'm the grandmother of ouac.
rp sample
Tonight, she would finally let loose and relax. Since her brother was almost never home, Jacqueline found herself yearning for something to do. Although this was a time where Jack found it uncomfortable in the silence, she found it easy to find something to do. Quickly, she threw a CD from her brother’s collection into the small player on the floor. It was loud and made Jack focus on something other than the buzz in the back of her mind.
One of the many melodies of Billy Joel rang out through the large apartment. Jack was wearing her usual attire. Paint splattered and ripped jeans hugged her legs while a black tank top adorned her body. Her usually straight hair was thrown into a sloppy ponytail. She was cleaning pretty much everything, except Chris’ room. To be honest, Jacqueline was terrified of what she might find in there. He wasn’t around much but when he was, Chris sure knew how to make a mess.
Jacqueline found herself leaning her head against the cool glass back door. The music was a little too loud from her own taste, but it didn't drown out the faint voice in her head that whispered poetry to her. Damn. Every time she closed her eyes, Jacqueline could see stanza after stanza of erotic poems. Her eyes flashed open and she tried to concentrate on the music.
Since that didn't help, Jack found herself fluttering around on her bare feet while she cleaned the kitchen. She still couldn't shake the poetry; it still kept playing back and forth in her mind. Sighing in defeat Jacqueline flopped down on the old recliner in the living room. She observed the room around her, sparkling dark wood floors and deep red walls. The curtains were the color of cream and had a swirl design the color of dark chocolate. In her mind, it was so beautiful with it’s modern charm.
The last thing she noticed in the room was what she was wearing. Mentally she scolded herself for allowing her pants to get covered in cleaner. Jacqueline jogged off to her room, which was done up in the same colors as the rest of the apartment. Without much hesitation Jack switched from work clothes into something she wouldn't mind being seen in out in public, which was basically a neater version of her work clothes
The blank notebook made a soft thud as it was tossed onto the counter. Within moments Jacqueline was filling the pages of another book. This round would probably be rated anything over 'R'
(so old. it's from STS ;D)
BTW I'M CHANGING HER PLAYBY.
