Name: Maximilien (Max) John Daniels
Username: -Forget-Me-Never-Ever-
Age: 15
Hair Colour: Dark brown with Blonde highlights
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Personality: Max is quite shy, but he does have his silly and fun moments. He'll laugh and have fun, but he's not the most outgoing person alive, so he is most oftenly found being left out of conversations and group chats unless he's brought up.
Biography: When I was younger, I was always into music and arts and stuff, but my foster parents wanted me to be more of a sports type of guy. I tried it out for a coupe of years, but I wasn't really showing any positive results, so that's when they gave up trying to make me what they wanted.
At first, we didn't really get along well, they would always pick and prod at me because I wasn't the son that they wanted, but that's what they get for adopting me before even really paying much attention to my likes and interests. They did tallk with me and stuff, but they were kind of vauge questions was all, nothing that really show what kind of kid I was. Anyway, they liked me until the moment I got home with them and didn't want to watch sports with my foster father. For a week, I was pretty quiet, never really talking to them, or the other kids around the neighborhood.
I didn't really know my parents, I had lived in foster homes for as long as I could remember, and I had been moved around a lot. It didn't really make sense to me at the time, but I guess it was because I sort of looked like a really active and sporty kind of kid, and that's what triggered the whole althete son flag in people's eyes. Oh well, what're ya' gonna' do?
Anyway, I wasn't really sure about this place, I mean, it didn't seem like a very healthy place for a ten year old to be in, but whatever, it didn't really matter, as long as I had a roof over my head, right? Wrong. These people were flippin' crazy, man. They would make really mean and crude remarks to me about how I wasn't the type of child any parent would want in a boy, or how that I should've just stayed quiet when they were at the adoption center, and then the next moment, they'd be offering me something sweet to eat or drink, always trying to 'make up' for the mean things they'd say with always burrying me in all sorts of toys or foods, or whatever I wanted. It didn't make sense. But moving on, for the next few years, they'd done the same thing over and over again, until one day, my foster mom just... snapped. No, I mean litterally snapped.
It was a Sunday night, they were in the kitchen and I could hear them yelling at eachother from my room. A fight. That was different, so I went to investigate. Stupid move. I walked into the kitchen the moment my foster mom's back completely snapped in half backwards, her stomach ripping open as some gross creature lunged out and fell to the ground. I screamed and ran from the room, but it followed after me, so I ran outside and away as fast as I could. I tripped in the middle of the road, scarpped my knee bad, so I rolled over to look up just in time for my foster dad to stop the creature and scramble over to me, asking if I was okay. I can't really remember much of what happened after that though, I just remembered that I wound up waking up, even though I don't remember falling asleep, on the ground close to this camp, not a person or creature in sight.
Other Information: He's got some wicked skills with a bass guitar and he likes to have fun with music, always messing around when he should be working a lot of the time. He also carries around a bass guitar on his back, it adds to his mix of a cool yet fun personality.
