Enjoy roleplaying with others and me! You may encounter some of my oc's here!

Meet Max. She's a girl that is thought to be a guy. She dresses like a guy, acts like a guy so why wouldn't everybody think that. Even her name is a standard guys name. You know that "bad boy" that gets into fights alot and is a "bad ass", every school has one. Well that's who everyone thinks Max is. They don't think she's a girl. Never blinked an eye at the thought of it. Only her roommates know her secret and she wants it to stay like that. She doesn't want people to know that she's a girl because girls are thought of as a weak-link. And if she goes to fight someone she doesn't want them to go easy on her just because of her gender. She's never shown sympathy or caring to anyone. She gave the same attitude to everyone, except her two best friends. Her roommates don't tell others her secret because they don't really care who she decides to be. Everything was normal and the same day over again. Nothing went too bad but nothing went good, until the new transfer student showed up and feelings start to bubble up.

Since my mom died, it hasn't been all that easy. My father's way of taking care of me is sending me to a boarding school. He said that "he doesn't know how to handle teenage girls" so here I am at the gates in the passenger seat of my father's car. Waiting to enter a new chapter of my life. My friends have helped me all the way through this but he is making me leave my home and go to a different state. See, my father has never really tried to get to know me. He's had 17 years but he always said that he was busy even though he was sitting in his chair drinking a beer and watching tv. It's just gotten worse since my mom died, but time to put my smile on and enter the gates.

An artist's mind is a curious place. It's always focused on the little details. When giving an opportunity to imagine, it goes wild with endless possibilities. That's why it's impossible for some artists to leave a canvas blank. This specific artist in mind... was given different type of canvas. One that's been halfway done. Incomplete. The outcome of this peice was... ---------