Maxine Bjorn

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] MAXINE INGRID BJORN [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] NINETEEN [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] OCTOBER 23, 2000 [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] HETEROSEXAL [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] CHARLOTTE FREE [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] RIAYAH

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 5’4’’ [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: NATURALLY BLONDE, CURRENTLY PINK [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: BLUE [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: CHARLOTTE FREE [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: Maxine under normal circumstances wouldn’t attract too many people. She’s the average height for a female her age, average weight, and has no apparent blemishes on her body. The most striking thing about her is her hair. It’s always a variation of pink and kept at shoulder-length level. The style varies from her entire hair in pink, half pink, or highlights of pink. It’s her statement to the world that she doesn’t care about norms and standards: she does what she wants, when she wants to. Max has piercings in each ear, a tattoo of a butterfly on her left ankle, and dresses in whatever clothing she can get her hands on. She wears a girly-punk style made up of t-shirts, jeans, shorts, boots, leggings, and the occasional dress. Her closet consists of pink, green, and black attire with the occasional jeans. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: photography, videogames, reading, sleeping, music, butterflies, gummi worms, coffee, solitude [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: violence, crowds, jerks, cigarettes, clowns, demons [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: Maxine is an individual who is an introvert at heart. She prefers to be by herself over social interactions. Max isn’t a shy individual: she’ll talk with someone if she wants to. Since she does not feel the need to interact with anyone, she usually stays to herself. This hermit-like behavior has been a part of her ever since she can remember, and she doesn’t think she will change any time soon. Max is also quite the rebel. She doesn’t believe in sticking with societal rules and regulations and likes to do things her way. This doesn’t mean going out and breaking all the laws, but thinking outside of the box and being brave enough to do it. She will wear an outfit that she knows others might not agree with, and wear it anyway. She dyes her hair a variety of colors (pink for this moment) because she likes it. The reason why she feels the need to resist authority is because of her harsh upbringing, or more so the lack thereof. This eccentric behavior usually causes others to look at her oddly and with disdain, but despite being the sensitive girl that she is, she doesn’t care what others think. She isn’t all ‘tough’ and ‘odd’: what lies beneath all of that is a girl that cares for others. Max can be compassionate and caring when she has to be. She tends to show sympathy and concern for others, especially if they remind her of herself. If they seem pathetic, lonely, and overall hurt, she tends to go over towards them and try to cheer them up. Max is also insecure about herself and uncertain of what she does sometimes. She comes off as the girl who doesn’t care and does what she wants, and that’s true for the most part. But at the end of the day, she still feels small, pathetic, weak, and a useless, waste of space human being. Despite that, she is willing stand up for those who (aren’t herself) able to stand up for themselves. She’s brave and is willing to defend the underdogs. She can’t stand to see someone bullied or abused, and will do something about it physically or verbally. In that instance her loner-attitude is gone and her compassion and bravery kick in. Whenever the deed is done she tends to go back to her solitary ways, however. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Adam Bjorn – Biological Father – Deceased Diana Bjorn – Biological Mother – Deceased James Henderson – Foster Father – Deceased Linda Henderson – Foster Mother - Deceased [attr="class","appcon"]History: Maxine Ingrid Bjorn had a hard life even in the beginning. Adam and Diana Bjorn were two people who weren’t ready for the child they brought into existence. They smoke, they drank, they did a little drugs here and there—they were living the life the way they wanted to, and they knew that if they had to care for a child their lives would be ruined. They didn’t mean for Max to be born, but the mistake was made and Diana was forced to deal with it for nine months. Max always wondered why her mother never aborted her when she had the chance, but she assumes she didn’t have the guts to do it. She also thinks that this would have been a better method instead of forcing Maxine to live an unfair life.  The foster care system in New York wasn’t great, but Max was raised in it regardless. She wasn’t alone: there were always children going in and out of care on the monthly basis. Some of their stories were a lot worse than Max’s, but she could relate to each and every one of them bececause they all weren’t wanted. The girl received the bare necessities in the care of James and Linda Henderson. She received food, clothing, and shelter and nothing more. Social services saw them as average foster parents—Max and the rest saw them as something else. They were cruel. They never hit the children, but they never gave them the love and nurturing that they needed either. It was hard growing up in that house, but Max was grateful she had others to share her pain. That is, until her foster siblings were all adopted and she was left with the Hendersons. This was yet another reminder of how much she was unwanted, and they were sure to remind her whenever she acted out. ‘You’re lucky you’re livin’ with us’ were the words she heard on the daily basis. They were only interested for the monthly allowance the government gave them on behalf of Maxine. Did they care for her? Not at all. If home was terrible, school was worse. The school system wasn’t great, and Maxine struggled through it. She was made fun of for her eccentric ways and the fact that she was a foster care kid. This is one of the reasons why she tends to stay to herself. All her life she was hurt, cast to the side, or ignored: it was easier for her to be alone. No one would listen or believe her complaints. To Max, no one cared. Yet, she always found the strength to carry on. She decided that if no one cared for her, she would care for others. Max was the one who stuck up for the underdogs. She placed the bandaids on kids who were pushed on the playground or walked them to the nurse’s office if they needed something better. They were grateful, but she couldn’t allow them to get any closer to that. She inadvertently pushed social interactions away because she feared rejection. Here was a girl that preferred being alone, hated it at the same time, but accepted the fact that she will always be alone. As the years went by, nothing has changed. She found her identity as the odd, emo girl with the pink hair and she supposed that was who she was. She enjoyed reading supernatural books and taking pictures of everything she could get her hands on. Max was getting used to her life until her life decided to change. The apocalypse came, the world she knew was no more. Buildings were destroyed, cities sent to their downfall, and all the people she knew were dead. For some reason, she survived the chaos, bruised and broken in all. Before, she was metaphorically alone: Currently, she was literally alone. Surrounded by bodies littered all over gravel and debris and staring at the lifeless eyes of her foster parents, Max broke down. Why had she survived? She would ask herself this as she wandered around the ever-changing city in search for survivors. Max was frightened and totally unaware of what was going on. The world, her world, as she knew it was over and it was being replaced by creatures that terrified her. Creatures beyond her imagination began to ravage and consume the dead bodies that were scattered around her. She tried to hide, but her whimpering and trembling was a bit too loud. They found her, physically abused her, and when her threshold of pain was reached, she passed out, thinking that if she accepted death, it would all be over. It wasn’t over for Maxine-- far from it. She awoke in a bed that wasn’t her own and in a room that wasn’t hers either. She was sore, but bandaged where her bruises were. Frightened, she tried to move, but learned she wasn’t the only one in the room. Fierce, blue eyes stared down at her from above. She opened her mouth to scream but her mouth was clamped shut by a cold hand before she could let out a breath. What loomed into view was the most beautiful face she’s ever seen. Piercing blue eyes, a pale face with angles shaped like a god, pitch-black hair that framed his perfect face…he was breathtakingly beautiful, and she later learned that she was his. As it turns out, she was rescued by one of the vampire lords of the region, Alaric. In return of his mercy, she became his ‘pet’ of sorts. He would feed from her whenever he needed her and in return, she had protection in the area he ruled over. No one was allowed to harm a single pink hair of hers, or face the wrath of the vampire lord. It was an arrangement she accepted. Max had nothing else to live for, so this was nothing for her. Everything she had known and loved was dead, and she would be too if it wasn’t for this man. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] It was another day in the creepy place she called home, but ‘day’ was a bit of a stretch to call it. The skies were grey, the lifeless trees were grey, even the ground was grey and the swamp nearby was black and grey. Everything was dark and abysmal except for her and her bright hair. The sun peeked out at her through the grey sky, a sign of hope for a better life and a better future. She sat by the window sill and hitched up the black dress she was wearing for comfort. As she leaned back her hand went up to her neck to rub at the two holes that were nearly healed. Alaric was a bit rough the previous night, but it seemed he had a bad day as well. His feeding seemed to relax him, and she was glad she could help out in any way possible. She should probably hate him. He did take her against his will and made her his blood slave after all. But she couldn’t. She owed him his life, and as long as he didn’t kill her she had nothing to worry about. He hurts her, but it’s only for a moment and he makes sure to back off if the pain is intense or if he takes too much blood from her. He makes sure she is alright, and as weird as it may sound, Max thought it was sweet. “Tch, right,” she said and rolled her eyes. She was just a blood-bag to him. He was just being nice to her to make sure she was kept alive. Max bet he had a bunch of blood slaves like her lying around in this creepy apartment. She sighed and pulled up her legs and rested her head on her thighs. Why did she feel special for the first time in her life when the feeling was less than mutual? [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]