SWIMINER, maxine kendra

[MAX SWIMINER]

MAXINE KENDRA SWIMINER


" The sex is good but God, she's got no desire "

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underneath the crushing weight of the world
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NAME: Maxine Max Kendra Swiminer
RACE: Vampire
AGE: 26; looks between 21-26
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bisexual; male preferred
BIRTHDAY: May 13, 1984
ASSOCIATION: FEAR (Valen)
TITLE: N/A
OCCUPATION: Bartender
PLAY-BY: Lisa Kim Fleming

play the part that you've been dealt by the herd
MOUTH AND NOSE BENEATH THE SURFACE

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EYES: Brown
HAIR: Long and layered, just past her shoulder, dark brown hair. Tends to always have volume and softness; usually straight.
WEIGHT: 120
HEIGHT: 5'7"
APPEARANCE:

CLOTHING; For the most part, Max wears anything she finds, or deems, comfortable that particular day. Half the time, what she wears isn't really even considered presentable; either because her shorts are too baggy and too short to be worn in the company of men, or because she hasn't even changed out of her sleep attire. On a regular day, she'll wear something that isn't too fitted on her lower half, usually a pair of short shorts or a baggy pair of cargo pants. For her torso, if she's wearing a tank top it's always shorter in the stomach, and tightly fitted to her chest. A hoodie, or what she calls a 'knock off' (a hoodie without it's sleeves), will usually always be covering her when wearing a tank top. On other occasions, her shirts range from tight t shirts to baggy ones, either with names, logos, or brands that no one's heard of, or something comprehensible because of how worn and faded it is. For shoes, she's usually wearing a pair of rugged converse, or a pair of combat boots. Her accessories vary with her mood.

INK & METAL; Max has both of her nipples pierced, though if asked she swears she doesn't remember getting them. Her earlobes are pierced twice on both sides, with a few extra along the top of her right ear. On her left hand, she has the number thirteen tattooed within the web between her thumb and index finger, marking an unlucky number as well as her and Madelyn's birth date. She also has an angel tattooed on her left hip, in remembrance of their mother.

WEAPONRY:

When her weapons are out, Max wears them how you'd expect; her machete attached to the left of her pants along her hip, and her cross bow over her back, handle over her right shoulder. She uses her crossbow for ranged attacks, where as she uses her machete for close range. Lastly, her twin desert eagles rest on both her thighs in holsters, always at arms length. Magazine clips rest on her right hip, holding two slots of ammo, just for reinforcement. She doesn't go out with it unless she knows she'll need to use it.

EQUIPMENT:

All of which in a shoulder bag; car & house keys, wallet, feminine items, and a cell phone. ten times out of them she's got one of her desert eagles in there, too, but that's only when she can't have it directly on her person. She also keeps a magazine of ammo for her handguns within a back pocket, just in case.

ABILITY:

N/A

if ever brave enough to stand in their way
OUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF MIND, WE REMAIN

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PERSONALITY

Max often finds herself doing things without a care for the outcome. She'll do something completely unheard of, like spitting a spit ball at the back of someone's head in a movie theater just because, and not think about the kind of trouble it can land her in. She speaks before she thinks, letting her tongue go free. She shoots before asking questions, and couldn't give a damn if she shot the wrong person. Even while serving her punishment for an action she should've thought over, she couldn't be bothered to care about what's about to happen to her.

Max is like a sixteen year old boy. She hates having responsibilities, and tries to con people into taking care of them for her. Her bedroom is coated with undergarments here and there, other laundry marking almost every inch of her floor. Her clean clothes are mixed in with her dirty clothes so she doesn't know what's what anymore. She sleeps in late, and if it weren't for her good bartending, she would've been questioned about being serious. Max is never on time for anything important, her eyes never watching the clock. She believes that if she were meant to have a huge chore list everyday, she would've been born to be a Mother- something she knows very well that she wasn't.

From skateboarding and snowboarding all the way to bungee jumping and rock climbing, Max finds it hard to lead a dull life. If she's not doing something fun and exciting, she feels like the world's coming to an end- even more so than what it is. She occupies her time with threatening and dangerous stunts for her amusement, usually pushing herself as far as she can go to make the best out of an injury. If you're gunna fall, you fall hard. She's never broken a bone from doing such stunts, though she's had countless dislocated joints, sprained limbs, and scraps. Several scars line her body from the impacts she's taken.

The slightest things can set Max off. Looking at her the wrong way can make her teeth grit together and her fists clench. When she gets mad, she goes all out. You'll be called everything she can manage to let slip off her tongue and more. Most of the time, she gets violent, as well. Fights usually break out, or something ends up shattered and broken. There's been a few rare times where she's hurt herself because she was so pissed off (ex; punching walls, kicking tables, etc.). Once you piss her off, it's hard to turn her around. You'll forever be known as the person who puncher her buttons, and she'll be sour to you every time you're in the same room. It's rare that she forgives people, even if it's for the stupidest things, and holds a grudge against them.

It's extremely hard to make a good impact on Max. She instantly distrusts people who meets, not giving them a chance to prove themselves until a little after they've been introduced. It's a thick wall between her outter shell and inner self. Most people give up before they get even close for her to call them a friend, exactly the way she likes it. Max pushes most people away before they have a chance to learn that she's really not that bad of a person, once you get over her being a complete bitch. She gives off the impression that she couldn't care less about what people wanted to do when it came to her, and kept her chin squared, eyes narrowed in a glare. Attempts to make her open up and trust people are usually brushed off like a spec of unwanted dirt.

The ones that manage to get past her wall of ice tend to make a strong impact on Max. She holds them close to her heart, and doesn't let go. If someone fucks with that person, she gets in their face, and makes sure she makes a strong impression that if they take another step towards hurting whoever she was protecting, she was going to get on their case. She'd do anything for the people she loves and cares about, no matter the cost. Even if she couldn't, she'd do her best to do the next best thing for them.

There is no possible way for Max to sugar coat things, or beat around the bush. If someone asks her if they look fat in their dress, she's going to be completely honest and give her opinion, no matter who's asking. The key is, is that Max doesn't care about what people have to say about her opinion. She has a voice for a reason, she's going to voice it whether someone wants to chose to accept it or not. It's best not to ask for her opinion if you don't want to hear the harsh truth of things. It's an extremely smart idea to go on your own judgment instead of getting her help with something. If Max doesn't like you, she'll tell you straight up, no hesitation, no foul play. That goes the same if she likes you. There's no holding back, or biting her tongue.

There's nothing better than miss-leading comments and sentences that piss people off in Max's opinion. It's one of the highlights in her day, making people second guess things she says. Most people look too far into the things she says when they don't know her well enough to tell that she's pulling their leg, and watching them struggle to figure out what she meant by what she said is always fun to do. It's even more entertaining when she plays it off as though she's serious to see their reactions.

Above anything else, Max knows how to have a good time. The ones closest to her know that extremely well. She can take a joke and laugh about it. Hell, she even laughs about herself with other people. The only time she's not pleased with jokes about herself is when some idiot she doesn't trust pipes up to try and 'lighten the mood'. But with anyone else? She'll tease, crack jokes, and laugh about anything she possibly can. Max has a small belief that this is going to be her only chance to actually have a life free from anything too heavy to hold up, and she'd rather spend it laughing about things like her flaws than pouting off in a corner because those flaws were there

and you start to paint a picture
OF A WORLD JUST OUT OF VIEW

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MOTHER: Victoria Swiminer, 48, living
FATHER: Quilin Swiminer, 56, deceased
SIBLINGS: Madelyn Swiminer, 26, living
OTHER: N/A
PLACE OF BIRTH: Small town just outside New York
RESIDENCE: A flat inside the city.
HISTORY:

Born and raised in a small town, Max never thought she’d end up where she was. As a child she wanted to be a mechanic, or a forensic scientist. But did that ever happen? Nope. She got stuck into a world she thought only came to life in nightmare. She was a twin, they looked the same, not a small difference between them. Only they acted so different from the smart. Madelyn being the sky, calm and happy child, well Max her twin was the loud, hyper and angry child. Yet the two were always together and never really fought.

Life for them was rather normal and boring. Moving once to their place in New York when they were seven. Moving away from the small town just outside New York wasn't hard on Max, however getting adjusted - mind set wise - in school took a few years. She made friends easily, though- male friends, for the most part. But with her sister hanging around constantly, it made her close off from most of her friends to a certain extent, just wanting to protect her sister from anything that could come. It was the age of thirteen that things started to change. They had a baby brother, but only saw him for one day before he disappeared with his father. Later that year the father was found dead and no one knew about the baby boy.

If that wasn’t hard enough of the two girls, their mother got ill a year later. They had no family left and that’s when Max started hanging out with a different crowd, her entire outlook on life changing. Drugs came into their life, drinking and parties. She didn't realize that her sister might not be into the lifestyle she had chosen for herself, but with how happy she seemed when she met Dean, Max didn't think twice about it.

At the age of eighteen was when it came crashing down. They were at a party, her sister and her sister's boyfriend having fallen off her radar completely because of the drunken make out session her own had started. She was oblivious to everything, in fact; just the music and the feel of her boyfriend's tightening pants the only things she was paying attention to. When the guns started going off, she had no idea what was going on. Especially when she felt a sharp pain come out of no where.

Max was in the hospital for months. When she came out she was quiet and even stayed slightly away from Madelyn. Madelyn gave her her space, luckily, but on their nineteenth birthday they became best friends again. Max hid her association with FEAR from her twin sister, however.

Only what happened to them at the party was never spoke of and those people were never seen again. Madelyn didn’t get any questions until they turned twenty-one. It was the night her sister was turned into a vampire. Madelyn saw it all, having been in the room and tied down. They had just broken in and attacked Max. The screams her sister made watching were more startled and horrified than Max's own. When Max came too, Madelyn had been told about how things work and what vampires were and what happened all those years ago. Max took one look at Madelyn and smiled. Madelyn thought she was going to die, but for her luck Max turned on the vampire that turned her.

It was a bloody fight and after that Max took off to feed and came back covered in more blood. Madelyn was hiding in the closet when Max came back. That night Max took her to FEAR and guided her to see a light. She had been pulled into another world, and there was no going back. For a long time the two lived in the FEAR bases and moved around with the leader. Madelyn and Max in fact became someone who got people for testing. Vampires, hunters, humans. Anything they could get her hands on, and this was only because they had been led to believe that this would help save Max's vampirism.

Years passed and Madelyn turned twenty-six, remaining a reminder to Max that she was the only one capable of living forever. If she wanted her sister to remain with her, she'd have to do something drastic. Take her humanity and turn her into a vampire like herself. There was no way Max would ever be able to kill her sister, however, simply because even if she planned on slaughtering herself afterward, she still felt like she'd feel the guilt.

bring it with you as you dream
MAYBE YOU CAN WAKE UP TOO

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EXPLAIN YOURSELF: Star's idea for the character. And the model. Blame her? idk.
MEMBER TITLE: N/A
EXAMPLE:

Ya'll know how I roll by now, I hope.

PICTURES:

Tattoo on her left hip
Crossbow
Ronion Machete
Twin Desert Eagles

Like a hooker without a heart.

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