shylarah

The Curse of Sonina

Maxwell Thomas
morning
cafeteria

It had been an early morning as usual for Maxwell, who'd gotten up to jog his daily mile before breakfast. The track was mostly clear, just a few other early-morning joggers, not enough to be considered a crowd. That was fine with Maxwell, who didn't care to talk much until he'd gotten his mile done. Then it was back to the dorms for a shower and to get ready for the day.

In the cafeteria Max looked around for folks he knew. His gaze landed on Jason Pierce, the so-called "delinquent", but actually a pretty nice guy. Maxwell threaded his way across the room to Jason's table and slid into an open seat. Two others were there, apparently having a conversation about a breakup, so Max politely focused on his friend.

"Jason, how's it going? ...Is that mashed potato on your collar? What happened this time?" Maxwell hoped it wasn't another fight. The two had met when Jason was in a fight. Max had tried to intervene, but ended up making things worse and needing protecting himself.

Chaos

Valentine

Val looked out of the car at the mass of people near the park entrance. She wished desperately that Anton had come -- that would make her feel safer. But she could do this. She had to.

"Are you alright, Valentine?" Ianos asked her. He'd driven her from the Amerian palace but wouldn't be coming in the park with her.

"I'll manage," the young woman told him, praying that she would, in fact, manage. Reluctantly she got out of the car, adjusting the crossbody bag that held her cheaper camera, a water bottle, and other essentials. She'd applied sunscreen back at the palace and a ball cap kept the sun from her eyes as she looked around. She knew all of the royals by sight, having studied names and faces before her arrival, but she didn't really know any of them, with one or two exceptions.

She took a few steps away from the car, and then it hit her. Just how many people there were. How alone she was. The breath caught in her throat and a vague buzzing filled her ears. No, not an anxiety attack. Not now, not in front of all these people. Breathe, Val! she ordered herself. Focus on breathing. You can do that. If she just got past this, the rest of the day would be easy in comparison.

The Curse of Sonina

I wouldn't mind a discord. I'm on the application most days and do a lot of talking there.

The Curse of Sonina

I'm going to be gone until Thursday, but I'll be able to catch up then. ^.^ Just a heads up.

The Curse of Sonina

@Inertia Unfortunately I don't think Max and Jason would have crossed paths all that much, unless maybe Maxwell tried to step in when there was a fight?

The Curse of Sonina

@Still Lake I'm game! SO he's seen her around and probably knows her name. He's friendly enough, but I don't know if he realizes she has a crush.

The Curse of Sonina

If anyone thinks they might know Maxwell I'm open to discussing who and how, and what they think of each other.

The Curse of Sonina

Maxwell

【 NAME 】
Maxwell Adrian Thomas

【 AGE 】
26

【 GENDER 】
male

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
straight

【 OCCUPATION 】
postgrad med student

【 PERSONALITY 】
Maxwell has never been one for fighting. Even as a child, he tried to be the peacemaker. When teased he tried to talk it out or just ignore it, when hit he would defend himself but not hit back. Though more openly sensitive than most boys, he learned quickly not to let mocking bother him too much. An only child for many years and born in a gap between two clumps of cousins, he looked up to the elder ones and tended to look after the younger ones when at family gatherings. He's a soft touch and a pushover, often easy to take advantage of. He genuinely cares about people in general, and does his best to lend a helping hand or give a shoulder to cry on wherever it's needed. Those traits made him a number of friends, and while he was never one of the popular ones in school it was known that if you needed someone to talk to, Maxwell would listen. That's not to say he's good at giving advice. He will make suggestions if asked, but he's really better at letting a person just get things off their chest.

Even as an adult, Maxwell is still very idealistic and naive. He believes that people are good at the core. He tries to avoid judging people because of things they have no control over, though it's not possible to avoid completely, and he thinks the world would be a better place if everyone would just try to get along. He dislikes violence and unthinking hatred. If he sees a chance to help someone, he tries to take it, even at cost to himself. He might be accused of being a goody two-shoes, but it's better than being a jaded cynic.

【 SKILLS 】
. medical knowledge and application
. first aid
. jogging/running
. cooking
. listening to others

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
It was late one evening and Maxwell was just getting back to his dorm. To his surprise, there on the front step was a woman, clearly injured. She had bleeding slashes across her abdomen, which he quickly treated, but when he turned to unlock the door and get her inside, the woman vanished like she had never been there at all.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Maxwell is descended from a long line of doctors and physicians, though not an unbroken one. His father is a respected doctor, and his grandfather was a pharmacist. His family was well off, and as a child he wanted for little. When he was seven his parents divorced, following several years of increasingly intense disagreements, despite their efforts to stay together for his sake. His father eventually remarried and had two children with his second wife. Maxwell adored his younger cousins, and then his baby siblings, and he was always patching up skinned knees and hurt feelings. He decided in late middle school that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, and has relentlessly pursued that dream since.

He did well in high school and was accepted into his first choice of college with a scholarship. Four years later he started medical school. Offered the chance to spend a semester abroad for study in Russia, he jumped at the opportunity. He speaks little Russian (read: none) but he's always wanted to travel.

The Curse of Sonina

double post; ignore this

The Curse of Sonina

Maxwell

【 NAME 】
Maxwell Adrian Thomas

【 AGE 】
26

【 GENDER 】
male

【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】
straight

【 OCCUPATION 】
postgrad med student

【 PERSONALITY 】
Maxwell has never been one for fighting. Even as a child, he tried to be the peacemaker. When teased he tried to talk it out or just ignore it, when hit he would defend himself but not hit back. Though more openly sensitive than most boys, he learned quickly not to let mocking bother him too much. An only child for many years and born in a gap between two clumps of cousins, he looked up to the elder ones and tended to look after the younger ones when at family gatherings. He's a soft touch and a pushover, often easy to take advantage of. He genuinely cares about people in general, and does his best to lend a helping hand or give a shoulder to cry on wherever it's needed. Those traits made him a number of friends, and while he was never one of the popular ones in school it was known that if you needed someone to talk to, Maxwell would listen. That's not to say he's good at giving advice. He will make suggestions if asked, but he's really better at letting a person just get things off their chest.

Even as an adult, Maxwell is still very idealistic and naive. He believes that people are good at the core. He tries to avoid judging people because of things they have no control over, though it's not possible to avoid completely, and he thinks the world would be a better place if everyone would just try to get along. He dislikes violence and unthinking hatred. If he sees a chance to help someone, he tries to take it, even at cost to himself. He might be accused of being a goody two-shoes, but it's better than being a jaded cynic.

【 SKILLS 】
. medical knowledge and application
. first aid
. jogging/running
. cooking
. listening to others

【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
It was late one evening and Maxwell was just getting back to his dorm. To his surprise, there on the front step was a woman, clearly injured. She had bleeding slashes across her abdomen, which he quickly treated, but when he turned to unlock the door and get her inside, the woman vanished like she had never been there at all.

【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Maxwell is descended from a long line of doctors and physicians, though not an unbroken one. His father is a respected doctor, and his grandfather was a pharmacist. His family was well off, and as a child he wanted for little. When he was seven his parents divorced, following several years of increasingly intense disagreements, despite their efforts to stay together for his sake. His father eventually remarried and had two children with his second wife. Maxwell adored his younger cousins, and then his baby siblings, and he was always patching up skinned knees and hurt feelings. He decided in late middle school that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, and has relentlessly pursued that dream since.

He did well in high school and was accepted into his first choice of college with a scholarship. Four years later he started medical school. Offered the chance to spend a semester abroad for study in Russia, he jumped at the opportunity. He speaks little Russian (read: none) but he's always wanted to travel.

I think I'm done...