Name: "Wouldn't you like to know..?" Maxwell Johnson.
Nickname: "I'll never tell!" Max, Maxi, and Damn Kid.
Age: "I'm eleven so shut the fuck up." 17
Gender: "Apple." Male.
Species: ".... I'm Batman..." Human.
Sexuality: "Excuse me?" Bisexual but leans more towards guys.
Zodiac Sign: "Hehehehhehe....." Leo.
Birthday: "Ooooh! You mean my Womb Evacuation Day?" August 19th.
Fears: "....." Heights, being alone, and sudden, loud noises.
Family: "Nothing special." He was adopted. His biological father owns a big company in another country but neither of them know about each other. His adoptive mom, who has no significant other, is a hard worker. She doesn't pay a lot of attention to him because she's so busy with work. That's why he's always seeking attention by rebelling.
Looks:
Likes: "Spray Paint is fun." Spray Paint, the color green, Conor, electronic music, and challenging authority.
Dislikes: "Rules. They're no fun." Rules, strict people, detention, getting caught vandalizing, warm weather, and suck ups.
Backstory: "My parents were killed in a car crash when I was but a young boy. I was raised by Ninja Wolves who dragged me from the wreck. And now.... I am the ultimate superhero...." His biological mother put him up for adoption because she couldn't take care of him. She was never married and Maxwell was an accident. He soon was adopted by a nice, single woman, who works hard to keep a roof over his head. Max knows that she works hard so he doesn't start trouble at home. He's respectful and kind, the polar opposite of who he is at school.
Other: "You can usually find me in detention." Maxwell is close friends with Conor. They've known each other since middle school. Maxwell is also a bit lacking in the height factor, but he makes up for it with his personality.
Scenario1: You had somehow landed yourself in detention. You mumbled curses as you walked into the room. There was only one person there. He had his feet up on the desk and was whistling obnoxiously. He looked pretty calm about being in detention. You sat down at the desk in front of him. Soon enough, a tiny paper airplane landed on your desk. You unfolded it. 'Teach is asleep. Wanna escape?' Was written in messy handwriting. You look behind you and the boy smirks. "So..?" He asked. What do you do...?
Scenario2: Make one up!
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Fiksi UmumRead the title mah dude. DISCLAIMER: This RP will have very mature themes. If that makes you uncomfortable, I suggest you move on.