GOOF, maximillian drew

[Maximillian Goof]

*Individuality~ It's all about you,
MAXIMILLIAN
DREW GOOF


Alias: Max, Maxy, Maxybby, Your Master, Purr-cy, etc. etc. I'll even accept 'slut' and 'sexy'. ,:3
Gender: What gender is your face? Pft. That's my gender.
Age: Old enough. e_e
Where did you find SSttR? La Campana, bby.
How come you joined? Because I wuv Cocorosie and I felt like playing a human!Max. Idk, it seems like fun. 8D
How long have you been rping? My four year mark is coming in June~
Contact information:
Yahoo! Messenger: pbatemannn
AIM Instant Messenger: batemannnn
Windows Live/MSN Messenger: [e-mail]

*Simple and Sweet!-Your character,
Full Name:
"Dad named me 'Maximillian Drew Goof'. It's a really long name, but it grew on me."
Nicknames:
"Max, Maxie, and anything else you can think of. Nothing stupid, though, 'cause I won't be accepting it, anyway."
Age:
"Twenty. About to turn twenty-one, which is just pretty damn awesome."
Gender:
"Male. I'm a guy, okay?"
Sexuality:
"I don't.. I don't know. Never gave it much thought. I've liked girls all my life, but I think some guys are cute, too. Bi-sexual, I guess."
Disney Spirit:
"Well, I don't know. Some people say I'm kinda like Max Goof from those Disney things - Goof Troop, A Goofy Movie, House of Mouse.. Heck, we even have the same name, and that's kinda creepy."
Position:
"Um. I'm a staff member? Not quite a teacher, but I'm a teacher's assistant. Catching the criminal. All that awesome shit. The guy I assist is kinda hot, too. I also work part-time as a valet in this place for gigs and gimmicks, but that's not important."
House/Member Group:
"I guess I'm a hero. Or that's what my dad says, anyway."

*i'm no supermodel,

Eyes:
"My eyes are brown. Dark brown, so you can't really see my pupils unless you look really close. They're not big like a chameleon's or anything, and not small to the point that they remind you of Brock from that Pokemon game. I guess they're okay. I don't really know the shape - I mean, I don't care. I guess they're almond-shaped or something. Only it's a really fat almond. Heh, heh."
Skin:
"Tan.. ish? I don't know - I'm not ghostly white, I don't look like raw meat, I don't look like a lobster, either. But I spend some time in the sun, so my skin's kinda tan. It's also really smooth, not like you care, and I barely have any of those acne things. But. Not important. I also have a birthmark shaped like a strawberry on my inner left thigh."
Build:
"Lanky. I'm still lanky. I don't like muscles, not really, but I'm not overweight, either. You know - the typical boy build. You're tall and thin and all that bull. Get it?"
Appearance:
"Oh, God. I have to talk about what I look like? This is crazy. But. Okay. Here I go.

I have black hair, dark brown eyes. I got both from my dad. Normally I spike my hair up, don't ask me why, it's just a habit - and I think that I don't really need gel anymore. All I have to do is not brush my hair when I wake up, and it looks spiky enough. Yeah; it's almost-natural. I just gotta play with it sometimes. My nose is.. okay. It's not fat like a potato or thin and long like a pencil, which is creepy, no offense. My lips are (wait, why am I talking about my lips--) thin-ish. Not fat and juicy like that Taylor Lautner's, or thin like Christian Bale's. They're just a little fatter than Bale's, I think. And most of the time, it looks like I'm wearing a hint of lipstick. But I'm not, okay!? I don't like lipstick. I never did, and never will. Not saying I tried it, but.. Oh, and my front teeth are kinda big. Like my dad's.

I guess my body's proportionate to my head. I'm pretty lanky, lost my baby fat and all that, but I don't work out regularly or anything so I don't have anything to brag about. There's a hint of muscle, maybe. It's just not bulky like Arnold Schwarnezegger'. He's a machine.

Normally I wear your average casual clothing, even when I'm at work. Baggy pants, loose shirts, not-too-bright colors. Sneakers, too. Or rubbershoes. Whatever goes. My favorite color's red, but ironically I'm not always seen in red, wearing blue stuff and all that. I don't know why it's like that, but it just is, I guess.

If I gotta wear formal stuff, I just slap on a polo, some dark slacks, and a tie. And sneakers. Leather shoes? Nah, that's just not how I 'roll'. If I have a way to roll, which I probably don't. Huh. Now I'm curious.

I stand at about five feet and nine inches. Tall? No, not really. I don't know how much I weigh, but I don't really care, either. It's okay.

I also got this strawberry-shaped birthmark on my inner left thigh, which nobody is going to see, or notice. I think. I hope. Guh."


*this is me,
Weaknesses:
"Uh, well. For one thing, I kinda suck at singing. Singing isn't my thing, really. I try to sing and I end up having a voice break and I just stop singing because I'm too busy trying to keep people from noticing me. Yeah, I know it's pathetic, but it's true.

I'm also a loser at dancing, well, at least that's what I think. Ironically, the only dancing I'm good at is the waltz and the tango, not those clubbing dances you find kids my age doing these days. The dancing with the rubbing and the sweat mingling with other people's sweat--.. Okay, I just grossed myself out and I'll probably never think of dancing in a club again.

I'm not good at Math. I look at the numbers and my mind just.. jumbles them up, and I can't think clearly. It's hard. I'd actually prefer it, sometimes, if thing weren't so logical. It would explain both the way I was born, and the way my dad got to get my mom. But if things weren't logical, my dad would be king of the world and everything would get on fire. No offense, dad, but it's true. Anyway, I suck at Math, so my best friend's a calculator.

I get tempted easily. My resisting sucks, unless it involves someone trying to make a pass at me who smells like beer and something smelly which I will not say out loud because it's that disgusting. I can do bad things if I'm not around someone to stop me, and my fatal flaw is falling prey to pretty words. You could get me in bed if you used pretty words and-- aw, shit, I just incriminated myself.

Just to make you guys forget the last few seconds, I'm also a little clumsy. Naturally, Mister Holmes, the guy I assist, doesn't need that. He's this genius guy who could rule the world with his genius if he wanted to, and here I am randomly bumping into tables, or dropping a thing or two. I hate it, and it's unfair to say I snatched the trait from my dad, but when you see the two of us being stupid, it really makes you wonder. I'm clumsy when I shouldn't be - mustn't be - and I'm completely danger-free when I'm about to go to sleep. Sounds like a stretch, I know, but it's true.

I got a lot more weaknesses, but you can figure them out if you get to know me. Hah."
Strengths
"Well, strengths. This is harder than weaknesses. I guess I'm good at skateboarding, since it's a great hobby of mine. I even joined this competition when I was in college, the X-Games and all that. You wouldn't believe me if I told you my dad joined that, too, but whatever. Skateboarding is my passion, and it's probably one of the best things I can do.

I can also use a fishing rod well, because I went on this fishing trip with dad which ended up as a hell of a ride-- Uh. I go fishing once every year. My skills don't go rusty, that way. Fishing is boring, honestly, but it's one of the few things that keep me and my pa close, so I enjoy it, anyway.

I drive like a professional racer, because of my valet job. Trust me when I tell you I can get a car out of anywhere, I mean, if the car was in a logical place. If it was on a one-inch piece of land in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, then that's a completely different story. I have never crashed a car since I was seventeen. Oh, yeah. I'm proud of that.

I guess I'm dedicated. If I have something I gotta do, I do it without question or any retorts. I don't give up easily, either, unless it involves Math, because 'Math won't help me in real life'. Ehh. If I promise someone something, I follow through. That's how I am. You can't get rid of me, haha.

I have little inklings of courage. I mean, sometimes it looks like I'm a total weakling, because for one thing I'm too lazy to be brave, and for another thing, heroics aren't really my thing, but I can stand in front of the god of the underworld if I have to, if it'll save other people. That's another strength - my compassion. Normally it drives me to do things I would never consider doing. It's given me a lot of great things in life."
Secrets:
"My dad doesn't know this, but I got raped by one of my friends in high school while I was at a sleepover. Don't tell anyone, please. God - why'd I even put this here?"
Personality:
"I am a loser with no artistic talent whatsoever. That is the sentence to describe me in a nutshell. Well, no, not really. Maybe 'I am a Math-hating, dedicated loser with no artistic talent whatsoever' would match better - but I'm not here to make things all easy for you, because personalities are never easy. I guess I'll try to do it, though. Even if it's hard. But, man, I'm so lazy.

So, most of the time, I try to do things that won't embarrass me. I mean, okay, I have a stupid laugh ("a-HYUCK!"), and I have crazy slightly-abnormal front teeth, and I'm a clumsy fool whose hand-eye coordination is perfect only when it doesn't involve anything important. It's hard to not embarrass yourself when you're a guy like me. But I try really hard, honestly. I try.

I'll be honest - sometimes I can brag a lot. I mean, it's not often I find something I'm good at, and when I do I just go.. crazy. I'm awkward around girls, like most guys (though probably only middle schoolers are like that these days), and my clumsiness multiplies by a gagillion if I'm around any. Heck, I'm awkward around people I find attractive, because I'm way too scared to talk to them. I mean, what would they find in a dork like me? Rhetorical question, don't you dare answer.

Even though I've got all these flaws, I still have the good stuff. I can be brave, I'm firm in the things I believe in or want to do, I actually care for other human beings. I mean, with all the crap that's going on about murder and crimes and all that horror, I think I'm one of the few stubborn jackasses who still have hopes for humanity. I believe that if we try hard enough, we could become better, become the best we can be. Typical optimistic behavior, I know. It's corny. But that's the way I am.

My main goal in life is to find someone for myself. I don't want to die without finding my other half. You know that story - the one where Zeus originally made humans with double all the things we have right now? And how he decided to cut it in half because one half's goal was to find the other? I believe in that. I gotta find my half. It'll probably take a million years, but I'll do it. Laugh now, but you'll see."

*this is what I can do,

Abilities:
"I can.. skateboard? And drive? And make myself look like a complete fool? Yeah. Oh, and I can stay calm. I guess that's an ability, because being around a kook like my father makes being level-headed a superpower. I am better than Superman."

*my life story,
Hometown:
"I came from a small town in Nowheresville, Idaho. Lived in a small, pretty house for about forever until I turned seventeen and went to college. That's.. pretty much it."
Parents:
"My dad, Goofy Goof (funny name, I know), is thirty years older than me. Fifty years old. He's retired, now, since he saved a bunch of money for it. I give him money, now. We don't live together anymore - but I think he's happy. My mom's name was Grace, and she was really pretty, but that's all I know since dad doesn't like talking about her. She died 'cause of giving birth to me. A life for a life."
Siblings:
"Don't have any. Last time I checked."
History:
"I was born a million years ago when rootbeer cost one cent because you worked up a thirst running away from dinosaurs.

Nah, I kid.

I was born in a little hospital in Idaho to Grace and Goofy Goof, being their first and only son. They named me Maximillian, and I still don't know why, and wrapped me up in a cute little blue blanket to keep me warm. That's what I saw in the pictures, anyway. Me being born caused mom's strength to go down a lot, since she was pretty frail even without the pregnancy, and a week after I was born, she died. I still, somehow, remember her smile, though. I know I've probably never seen it with my little baby eyes, but I 'remember it', and it's kind of like my light in the darkness when my dad's not around. My memory of her, and of my dad.

I grew up pretty normally. I got into heaps of trouble when I was kid with my best friend, PJ, but dad always forgave me in the end, and things always ended up cool. I mean, I've done a lot of things I shouldn't have done - gotten into so much mischief that if I told you all my adventures and wrote them down, it would only be accepted as a fantasy novel. Heck, I think it might even be rejected by the high elders of fantasy, since it'll be too much fantasy for fantasy. I'm confusing myself so I'll just shut up, now.

The highlight of my life was high school, when I met this girl named Roxanne. She's not my girlfriend anymore, since we called it off in college after realizing that 'we were better off as friends', but she's still pretty special to me. I wanted to impress her so bad, dad actually sacrificed a fishing trip with me to get me to Los Angeles so I could sing on-stage with the then-hit singer, Powerline. I did sing, and I danced, and Roxanne was mine. I had fame for about a month before people realized this Max kid didn't have any real talent, but my life was great those four years of high school. My town was so small, everyone knew everyone else, and I became a local celebrity.

Celebrities gotta leave some time, though, and I went off to college with my friends (and my dad, who didn't earn a college degree). I joined the X-Games there and had to withstand a lot of insulting from some guy who thought he was better than everyone. It hurt my reputation pretty bad, well, him and my dad, who became more popular than me, and that was one of the lows. College really sucked, until the X-Games ended with me saving the asshole friend's ass (I used the word 'ass' too much right there). I graduated, though, and that's what matters. I got my diploma and became able to get a whole lot more jobs, but I settled as a valet in some place called 'House of Men' for a while, just so I could help my dad.

I got a job soon, though, in this awesome academy, as a teacher's assistant to some genius named Basil Holmes. I mean, okay, Mr. Holmes isn't the sanest guy ever, but he's pretty awesome once you get to know him and forget about him shooting bullets into the wall and smoking like a pot addict. I'm actually glad he's come to accept me, flaws and all, as an assistant. He yells at me when I drop things like beakers and stuff that end up damaging the floor tiles, but he yells at everyone. This job is the best so far, I guess, and dad sounds really proud of me in those monthly letters he sends me. I'm glad I came here - not so glad of the little rumors popping up left and right - but life's kinda good, now. All I gotta do is keep moving forward."

*how we do,
RP Sample:
Max opens the door to his room, gently sighing, unable to suppress it due to the excess fatigue that's decided to take over his poor system. The young man isn't really one for energetic, eccentric days, especially considering his history with laziness - and today was just unnaturally hectic. There wasn't even a class he had to attend to with Mr. Holmes, considering the fact that today was Max's day off, but said day still managed to make him tired.

For one thing, he had to go back and forth from campus to his vacationing area because he forgot this and that in his dorm room. First, he forgot his wallet. Then his cellphone. Then his music player (to most people, music players weren't that important, but Max held it in high regard). It was terrible. People kept calling him, too. People who needed errands, people who just wanted to talk. Max couldn't play video games like a nerd with PJ for one second before someone would ring him on the phone - asking him about this or that because he's the assistant to Basil Holmes and he knows where blah is kept. Blahing blah. Really blah.

So the vacation turned out to be more horrible than a work day, and Max's ass is hurting from being hauled too much. He apologizes to it for his abusing of it, and then remembers that he's talking to his hind quarters, and mentally kicks himself. Then he apologizes to himself for it, deems himself too tired to think straight, and kicks off his shoes, deciding to hit the hay and go to bed without anymore disturbances.

A few minutes later, his cellphone rings.

The next day, Max takes his cellphone to the repair shop.
Anything Else:
Maxy has a man-crush? xD LOL IDK BUT I'M DONE YIPEE!
Face claim:
Jacob Wick

[Basil Holmes]