Lord of the Lies
|Name:||Blake Maxwell Roman|
Full Name: Blake Maxwell Roman
Celestial/True Name: (if applicable) N/A
Nickname(s): Max, Jet, (Pseudonym for gossip column- Hugh Goddaneau)
House/Order & Faction: Tainted
PB: Ben Barnes
Character Age and DOB: 26/ June 3, 1985
Appearance: Max is supermodel beautiful, being 6’3”, slender, yet muscular and pale of skin. His features are angular, pronounced cheekbones, full lips, strong jaw and his dark brown hair is worn to the shoulder. One of the striking features about Maxwell is his eyes; contrasting with his pale skin, his eyes are almost black…so much so, that you cannot distinguish the pupil from the iris…and his dark irises are large, taking up quite a large portion of the visible eye, leaving very little of the white showing. This gives him a rather spooky appearance. Many, oddly enough, find the effect quite sexy. Max likes to dress sharp and his clothing is always rather trendy, but he makes sure not to clothe himself in anything too outlandish; he is wise enough to remember he’s living in Babylon, Iowa. He never developed the horn bumps like many daemonem do, but if you get him undressed, you will see a telling sign of his patronage. Max has a spur that extends from his tailbone; it’s about 1 ½ inches long, pale blue and slightly sensitive to the touch.
Max’s mind never stops working. He is witty and bright and has the often restless nature of one who needs constant mental stimulation, variety and most important; space and freedom.
He is like a like a bee flying from flower to flower wanting to meet everyone and learn everything so that no stone is left unturned. This thirst for information stretches everywhere. Max loves information, computers, telephones, the Internet, and was practically born "wired."
Max has a dark side, which is his dominant side, without a doubt; his human side, however, wars with his dark side on occasion and plays havoc with his plans and schemes. Once every blue moon, a smile will be genuine, a tender feeling will snake it’s way through his façade or he will do something nice with no ulterior motive.
He often takes nothing seriously, or at least he doesn't delve long into anything too heavy, much like an innocent child. So, in love, in spite of his temporary depth of feeling, for his intensity of involvement lasts only while it is new, he can come off superficial, immature, cool, flirtatious and distracted.
In matters of love, Max likes intrigue, the excitement of the chase, but once he has made his conquest, he loses interest and begins looking around for the next romantic adventure.
Max is a witty, entertaining companion and a good acquaintance rather than a deep, solid friend. Even at his worst he is never boring - there is usually playfulness below the surface, and he can be a brilliant conversationalist - but he can also be contrary, quarrelsome, and fickle. If things don't go his way, he can sulk like a child. And like a child, he demands attention, admiration, and time.
Max was born in San Francisco, June 3, 1985. He was told that his father, Charlie Roman, met his mother, Katrina…he was never given her last name…he wondered if his father even remembered it, on the heavily tourist-filled Fisherman’s Wharf. He barely remembered her now, the flash of a smile, her long black hair; he remembered being held. Most memories of his mother ended for him with a pain in his chest.
Charlie Roman had taken Max from his mother, when he was five years old. Katrina was taken out and thrown into a blast furnace, like she was just garbage to be rid of; she was exactly that to the Demon Chokura. Max knew that Charlie was his daddy from his visits, so he wasn’t worried when the man came to take him. Charlie called little Max Jet, a nickname that had to do with the boy’s jet-black eyes. “Jet…”, he began, using all of his demon charm, “…I need you to be a brave boy, okay? You will come and live with daddy now, because mommy has left us. Mommy doesn’t love us anymore.” When he saw tears welling up in the boy’s obsidian eyes, Charlie wiped them away, “We Roman men don’t cry, unless we can make money for it…”, he grinned, “…we don’t need her! We are tough guys, right?” Five year old Max sucked back his tears and agreed; who could resist Chokura?
Charlie Roman was always around, but he used a series of nannies to do all of the annoying child-rearing jobs associated with raising Max. His reason for constantly changing nannies was so Max would never form a bond with any of them; Charlie would be the only constant in his life.
As he grew, max’s talents grew; he was good with people. He could get people to tell him just about anything. It seemed everyone was drawn to Max and wanted to confide in him. Max, on his end, was quite adept at causing trouble; he tattled, lied and made mischief. He made everyone around him hate each other…except for him. He was also a truly talented writer and had an interest in becoming a hairdresser.
Max sailed through hairdressing school and soon found no better place to gather gossip and secrets that the local hair salon. When he moved to Babylon, with his father, he immediately applied at the local salon and was hired on the spot. After a few months, he began to secretly send in a gossip column to the town paper under a pseudonym, Hugh Goddaneau; so as not to be caught, he sent it via encrypted email on his computer. To his great delight, he really struck a hornet’s nest.
Strength(s): Witty, bright, mind never stops working, charismatic, alluring, people want to be around him and confide in, entertaining companion, brilliant conversationalist, he is beautiful on a supermodel scale.
Weakness(es): Often takes nothing seriously. In love he is only interested with the chase and the conquest and loses interest soon afterward. If things don’t go his way, he can sulk, like a child. Demonic nature and human nature in constant conflict. Circles of salt.
Abilities Due to Species: Cease to age in mid-twenties, Immune to disease and decay, Fast recovery from injury, Max can breathe underwater and he can control water up to the volume of approx. what an Olympic-sized swimming pool holds. He is beautiful and normal humans are enchanted by him…drawn to him.
Talents and Hobbies: Hairdresser, journalist, sex, twisting the truth, gossip, lies
Family and Friends: Charlie Roman (father-Demon), Katrina ____ (mother-Human, deceased)
Residence: Babylon Breaks Apts
How long has your character been in Babylon?: 6 years
Job/Career/School: Hairdresser at Babylon’s top salon, Journalist- writes inflammatory gossip column for town paper under a pseudonym, Hugh Goddaneau.
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