Post by ayakohana on Sept 7, 2008 20:25:52 GMT -5
•• are you a BAD witch
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☪ Maxton Goffyn ,,[/size][/color]
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•• baptized with a perfect name[/size][/font]
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full name;; Maxton Goffyn
nicknames;; Number One, Heftig, Max
age/birthday;; October 31st
occupation;; student, Duskoff
element;; fire
sexual orientation;; ‘Straight’
distinguishing features;;
Maxton is a bit on the skinny side, but not in a sickly way. A great deal of physical power could be performed by him. He always has his staff with him at any given time. It is dark brown and well polished. Even with being blind, Maxton tends to have a good taste in clothes though they might be plain. He really just lets his twin take care of the clothes most of the time. He does like soft fabrics and jeans, so he usually is seen in jeans and some kind of cotton shirt. Maxton always wears a blindfold over his grey eyes though. It usually matches what he is wearing.
His hair is shoulder length and free flowing unless it is windy or he lets his brother do something with his hair. He does like accessories and will play with his necklace, if he has one on, while being bored or bothered by something.
face claim;; Deviant Exulis
•• war between him and the day
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Despite being blind, Maxton seeks out to gain all that he can out of life, but is also just as happy to stay by his twin’s side as he does so. He really does care deeply for his twin and stands by Benjamin on just about everything. Maxton is almost loyal to a fault with his twin and trusts him with everything that goes on. He cares really enjoys his twin’s company. Maxton shall trust whatever Benji says and thinks every time.
Maxton find that his books and music an escape from the darker side of his past and yet, he is a bit more withdrawn than his twin. He likes quiet places to calm and relax with Benji.
He also maybe more on the quiet side, but he still knows how to have a good time. Maxton may seem shy from not saying much, but he shall open up greatly with his twin around. He smiles much more so and speaks his mind more often.
Maxton is calm more of the time, being a voice of reason for his twin most of the time, but if you try to take his staff or blindfold, that calm is gone instantly. He will fight and argue until he gains the items back or he beats you down.
Maxton seems more like a teddy bear on the outside than a thinker. He enjoys helping people were he can and acting as a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. In truth he craves the people, the living ones he can‘t see, they remind him that his heart still beats as well. While he is good when dealing with people he is far too logical in the approach to be sorted into such a house, the solutions to other peoples‘problems that he offers are always from the head rather than the heart. Everything is treated as a puzzle to him; it keeps him from losing his sanity in the endless darkness that is his life. He has an amazingly good memory; I hesitate to use the word photographic for that involves sight. Once his brother came to him, asking for romance advice on how to snare some boy named Sean’s heart when Maxton opened his mouth and replied ‘What happened to Thomas?’ his brother slapped him. So, while he is good at helping people his mouth still runs ahead of his brain, or the pair just conspire against him common sense, he’s not sure which at this point.
While he likes people it still grates on his nerves when someone is extra careful around him because of his lack of sight. If someone, who is new to meeting him, offers to take him to class, the dorms, or wherever he needs to go and Maxton senses any pity behind the offer he is liable to go off into a sulk for a good few hours. He does not believe herself to be an invalid and refuses to let others think that he cannot care for him; he is not a child and refuses to be treated as such. He knows that his dorm mates take extra care into not moving things for their places and if they do then they will say it to their roommates in general, careful to not call Maxton out on it personally. This too, annoys him, but he is thankful for it, walking into a trunk and spilling its contents all over the floor then being unable to pick it back up is not an experience he wishes to repeat.
•• never-fading rain in your heart
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hometown;; Leipzig, Germany
family;; William Barrett (father), Miranda Goffyn (mother), Benjamin Goffyn (twin brother)
Born and raised in Leipzig, Germany, Maxton Goffyn and his younger twin brother are the product of a single-parent home - for mo of their life anyway. They were raised by their mother, Miranda, a former airline stewardess and ‘kitchen‘ witch. She had an affair with a man named William Barrett. Upon telling William of her pregnancy, he demanded that Miranda get an abortion. If she refused, he threatened to break things off with her. This was, apparently, done over the phone. Having no intentions of getting an abortion, Miranda hung up on William and never called him back. They were officially done. Miranda went on to have Maxton and his brother, resolving to raise the twins on her own. Forget the father, the twins didn't have to know.
Maxton was blessed with an understanding mother, he must have inherited his open-mindedness from her. At the age of 11, Maxton was marked a witch through some sort of te The authorities demanded that Maxton be sold off to a sweatshop like all the other ’in-human’ children. Miranda refused. Packing their bags, Miranda took her children and fled the city, afraid that they would be taken away from her. Miranda wandered deep into what could be described as 'the middle of nowhere'. They had traveled by car until it broke down. They'd had no way to get it fixed, so their necessities were packed up and the mother-son trio kept on truckin'.
They eventually stumbled upon a little town and took up residence there. No one here knew anything; they'd be safe. A year after the testing incident, Maxton and his brother's powers manifested. He had been helping his mother with her potions in the kitchen while his twin ju watched and he needed to art the stove, the gas wouldn’t art. Frustrated after to light the thing three times, 12-year-old Maxton glowered at the tiny clicking spark in the middle of the oven, wishing it would ju light. And suddenly the fire roared to life, making the 12-year-old scramble backwards. The trio blinked at the sudden lively fire. That had been too strong for it to have been the gas suddenly catching, even after all the false arts and gas build up. Also, Miranda had noted that her son’s eyes had gained a peculiar red-orange tint. Miranda understood what had happened and accepted it. That night, Miranda sat her sons down and explained it to them.
For re of that year and the following one, Maxton was allowed to test out his powers to his heart's content with her mother's blessing. His mother referred to him as "mein Sohn des Flammen" (my son of the fire). Mo of the time though, he simply called him "Heftig" (Fiery). One deceptively beautiful day, Maxton's mother ventured out of town to get a present for her sons’ birthday. Unfortunately, the town she had gone to was going through a shift in power. A very violent riot broke out and Miranda was killed. The twins knew nothing of it until range men appeared at their home, one of them being her uncle who they had only met twice before. They came in and their uncle directed them to another room. Maxton went, confused and wondering where his mother was, holding his twin‘s hand. From the living room, the voices of their uncle and the two officers (his friends) were carried to their small bedroom.
Their mother was dead, killed in a riot. Now they had to decide what to do with the twins. Their uncle said he couldn't do it. He had three kids and "had not the patient to raise a pair of witches". Hurt and angry, Maxton and his twin tried to pack up as quickly as possible, intending to run away before they could come to a decision. Too late, the three men came in and caught the pair. One of the officers knelt down and gave two thirteen-year-old a silver necklace each - the presents their mother had bought them. They was sent to live their uncle, despite his complaints. Unwilling to even try raising the pair, he sold them to a sweatshop. For two years they worked and worked in that miserable little sweatshop before they broke out with another couple of orphans - the twins then girlfriends.
They were wanted and on the run - a regular Bonnie and Clyde quartet. In a hostile attempt to take them back, Maria (his girlfriend) lo her life saving him. In truth, it was more of a shoot-to-kill and we'll find an excuse later situation. But anyway, frozen in shock at the sight of his lifeless girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend rather, Maxton couldn’t move and his twin refused to continue without him. His twin’s girlfriend continued to run, by herself and the twins were successfully captured. The social worker they had been handed over to hadn't known about the sweatshop situation. She had only been told that Maxton had been half of a group of thieving orphans on the loose and the girl had lo her life in an accident while they were on the run. The twins, in the end, were simply sent back to their uncle again. As you might have guessed, he ill didn't want to be bothered with taking care of them. He didn't send them to a sweatshop again though. This time he shipped her off to her father in the USA.
William Barrett, their biological father, hadn't even known of their existence, having assumed that Miranda had had the abortion all those years ago. Maxton had been fairly excited to finally meet his 'long-lo' father, until he came face to face with his coldness.
•• the hiding amaranth in a land
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strengths;;
Always has a staff on hand
Agile
Good hearing
can be very quiet
good at being sneaky/stealthy
isn’t bothered with warm places
weaknesses;;
Is blind
His twin
oversensitive hearing
very dependent on his staff
a bit dependent on his hearing for everyday things
cool places
likes;;
His twin
playing poker(with brail cards)
reading
playing guitar
Ken-do
working in green houses
Warm places
Flowers
dislikes;;
Being blind
oversensitive hearing
Cold places
Loud people
Water users
weapons;; Staff and Lighter
magick;; Magic: Maxton's lighter, and nickname, both tie into an interesting aspect of his magical gift, which through both psychokinetic and telekinetic aspects form an ability that is be described as pyrokinesis or pyromorphism, the ability to manipulate and influence flame sources through acts of both mental and physical alteration to varying degrees. While it can be said that Maxton's powers are simply cerebral in nature, it remains that he also has varying physical effects (of his power) that imply an adaptation on simply being telekinetic.
While controlling heat sources, Maxton becomes immune to the temperatures (however intense) generated through his manipulations, and remains invulnerable to any flame/heat sources directly under his control, until such time as control ceases; at which point he is susceptible to (burn) injury like any other who comes into contact with fire, although he does retain a small amount of heat resistance (more than the average person).
A drawback to his abilities, Maxton is incapable of creating the rapid oxidation reaction required to create fire; while this shortcoming remains unexplainable, it could be an evolutionary side effect of being able to withstand heat sources on more than simply a mental level. However, once Maxton asserts control over any active flame within his field of ‘vision’ (to within roughly 100 yards), he is able to complete a multitude of results: He can influence temperature intensity, flame magnitude, and even what it does and does not consume. In effect, Maxton can turn a flickering candlelight into a raging fireball; he can sculpt large columns of flame into whatever form he can think of; and he can even dissipate a roaring inferno into cooling embers by removing its ability to consume any more fuel (oxygen, flammable objects, etc) in its immediate area.
It is believed that Maxton can withstand (while sustaining) above average bodily temperatures. Effectively this means he is comfortable during hot weather, whereas mo would find it quite the opposite, and is affected less by humidity and the like. Yet, a more negative aspect of this passive ability is that Maxton is very sensitive to cold temperature, and during the cold season he constantly wears additional clothing, even in heated rooms. At times, his want for warmth can cause the flames in fireplaces and nearby candles to lean in his general direction.
In time Maxton hopes to learn how to create fire instead of just manipulating the flame, he also has been practicing the distance in which he can manipulate the flame. Right now he’s maxed out at 100 yards, but with time and training (and a couple trips to the danger room) he should be able to double or even triple this distance. Maxton has also been working on team defensive techniques such as putting walls of fire around himself and his teammates that melt bullets, and slows the advance of oncoming enemies.
•• untouched hearing voices
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your name/alias;; Ayako_Hana
years rping;; 3
where'd you find us?;; Benji sent me. xD
rp sample;;
Maxton softly sighed as he peered around his room and was puzzled. Where had Benjamin gone off to? He never left Maxton alone in the morning, even if he got up before Maxton. The dark haired boy shook his head and frowned as he started to feel for his staff next to the bed. Maxton usually didn’t need it, but with Benjamin gone for now, he was going to have to. He nodded when the tips of his fingers came in contact with the solid wood that was his staff and grabbed it before he attempted to leave the bed. Maxton carefully walked over to the dresser and opened a draw before feeling the fabric.
“Hmm..” His fingers told him that the cloth they were currently on was that of jeans so, after putting his staff carefully against the dresser; he pulled out the pair and put them on. After grabbing his staff again, Maxton felt for the second time only to find jeans in the draw he currently had open. He shook his head and tried another. Maxton softly smiled when he felt the softer fabric and knew it to be cotton. He took a shirt out at random before putting it on, knowing that any color went with jeans.
“not that hard.. I guess..” he muttered and then yawned as he looked around and then rubbed sleep from one eye. Maxton didn't know when he was going to get his matching blindfold, not being able to tell the colors at all. "Ahh.. Get back soon now Ben."
