âAnything less than perfection is unacceptable."
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Maximilien Robespierre
Nickname: Mr. Guillotine
Citizenship: French-American
Ethnic Race: African
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Itâs somewhat complicated.
Education: Home-schooled
Employment: Artist
BIOLOGICAL INFORMATION
D.O.B: 12/25/1989
Height: 1.88 meters (Approximately 6â2â)
Weight: 68 kilograms (Approximately 150 lbs)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Handed: Left
Tattoo: Y
Piercing: N
PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION
Outlook: Pessimistic
Integrity: Conscientious
Impulsiveness: Spontaneous
Boldness: Cautious
Flexibility: Stubborn
Affinity: Cold
Comportment: Discordant
Interactivity: Engaging
Disclosure: Candid
Conformity: Heterodox
CRIMINAL RECORD
Criminal Class: Substance Abuser
Past Conviction: Y
Correctional Facility: State Correctional Facility
Time Imprisoned: 2 years (Prison) and 3 years (Juvenile)
Inchoate Offense: N
Offence Against the Person: N
Crimes Against Property: Y
Crimes Against Justice: N
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Maximilien is a thin, wisp of a young-man who looks like one of those kids who could be blown away by a strong gust of wind, but thatâs less from genetics and more from lifestyle, which you will find out about later on. Given his height, which he considers to be average despite being several inches greater than the average height of an American male, and weight, which he could care less about to be honest, his frame can be considered emaciated. Lanky limbs with knobby knees and elbows add to the already boney appearance of the Frenchman, as taut skin reveals much more than most would consider being in the âhealthy young-adultâ range.
The African heritage, being his only known heritage, is more than readily apparent in all of the more than stereotypical ways with a combination of near pitch-black skin, full lips, a flat nose, curly hair, and a broad nose to boot. Since he has been made painfully aware of these characteristics whilst living in the American Deep-South Maximilien has tried to stifle his natural appearance, to an extent, by keeping his hair short, avoiding exposure to sunlight to keep his skin from darkening as much as possible, and even keeping his lips pursed in, to an extent, so that they wonât stick out as far.
If anything this artist, as it seems only artists can manage, composes himself with the strangest combination of relaxation and propriety that can only seem appropriate with how unnatural it truly seems. A serious and determined, but polite and gentlemanly, look always graces Maximilienâs face, no matter the occasion or how rattled he may truly be, but the rest of his body is relaxed in such a way as to appear sloppy. Most of the time a look of disinterest dims his eyes, but every now and again a fiery determination blazes in them after setting upon the appropriate target.
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
As with his composure, Maximilienâs personality can seem a rather strange amalgamation of characteristics that shouldnât work together, but somehow blend very well with one another. Being cold, but engaging, cautious, yet candid, while spontaneous and stubborn is only something François can do as well as he does, while still seeming a complete mess and out-of-whack. Conflicted is probably the best term you could use to describe him, if ever a singular word could do so for someone, and everything about him can be seen as the epitome of that wordâs quintessential meaning. No matter what day it is Francois is both predictable and unpredictable, even if in a rather predictable manner, and you should always expect the most unexpected of the expected to happen on any given occasion.
Maximilien has always been passionate about artwork and the pursuit of creating something both beautiful, even if in just its own way, and perfect, or at least what he considers being perfection, or at least what he is told constitutes as perfection. This is where his engaging personality tends to come in, and all the more so it tends upon the obsessive than anything else, and obsessive is probably one of the other best ways you could describe his personality. His obsessive nature has always been somewhat of a problem though, especially considering his penchant for breaking the taboo in concerns to the practice of illicit drug use is concerned. Given that Talia, Maximilienâs Dark Passenger, has a peculiar knack for getting him to obsess over certain things, no matter what they are and the more relatively taboo the better, this is somewhat a problem at times. This is the main reason the artist happens to be as thin and frail as he is, what with a somewhat nasty habit of abusing illicit drugs, especially uppers that help him to stay awake for whenever he decides to go upon an art-crafting binge. His addictive personality extends far beyond the realm of both illicit and recreational drugs though, it also branches far into all aspects of his life, and too many to even consider listing at one time.
This obsession also tends to reach to other people as well, making it not very difficult for him to develop extremely unhealthy relationships, most of the time with them not even being desired or understood, and he tends to divulge much more information than most would consider desirable. These situations tend to be purely subjective though, as Maximilien tends to pick and choose his objects of obsession with a large grain of salt most of the time, and you can tell just how much he enjoys your presence by how personal the information he divulges becomes. Although he is a very cautious and suspicious individual, bordering upon paranoid at times, for some strange reason Maximilien tends to give out much more information about himself than most would consider appropriate at their respective level of friendship. Such a plateau is extremely difficult to reach though, as it is not only his personality in question, Melpomene tends to be a much larger factor in this equation and his drug habit as well when the development of bonds with another are in question.
For the most part the French artist can come off as cold and distant when first interacting with other people, which would probably not be the case if he had a choice the majority of the time, but he can also be a very warm and affectionate individual, at least during very sporadic occasions and when he is not preoccupied with any other thing at the moment. While he doesnât understand the âgoodâ feelings like happiness, friendship, love, benevolence, or any others, he does feel that he has âfriends,â at least when described in the most basic of terms. You could probably say his pessimistic and cold attitude are the results of this particular aspect of his personality, itâs not that he wants to be this way, itâs just that he doesnât know how to act any differently, and has no real desire to not do so.
Most of the time though, you are only going to find Maximilien under the influence of some illicit drug, one reason being that he does enjoy the use of mind-altering substances, and the other being the influence of Melpomene. For him the use of such substances is not only a way of breaking the psychological barriers restricting his talent and destroying his creativity, but also provides the only means he truly has for feeling any sort of emotion asides from apathy, itâs the only time he feels truly alive and part of the world. This can lead to a great deal of diversity in his personality and interactions with others, even over the course of an hour depending upon what his Muse feels like having him consume at the moment.
MY DARK PASSENGER
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Sin-Eater - The Muse: Every artist has a muse donât they? Itâs just that in this case Maximilienâs muse happens to be a Sin-Eater that goes by the name Melpomene, a name often associated with the Muse of Tragedy, which could be considered quite appropriate given the circumstances. Given Maximilienâs natural obsession with creating only the most âperfectâ pieces of art it seemed only fitting that such a being would be bound to him in a dark ritual, showing him how to take his artwork to the next level and transforming it into something much darker and grittier than it had been previously. The Frenchman never wanted to be rescued from the reality of life, he desired to harness it and turn it into a thing of beauty, something that could be fawned over and appreciated for centuries to come.
When it comes down to it, Melpomene is the more dominant of the couple, more so at the artistsâ willing surrender to her desires, but that should not discount how much she prefers and aims at being in such a position. She delights in pushing Maximilien to the edge, and over, relentlessly, testing just how far he will push his own limits just to satisfy her desire, for the right compensation of course, but thatâs beside the point for her, as most of the time itâs more of an a bonus than anything.
Pyrokinesis: âThe ability to speed up . . . the naturally occurring vibrations of atoms in matter to alter temperature, possibly to the point of ignition if combustible.â Melpomene did indeed give Maximilien the power of pyrokinesis, but its application is much different than one might imagine in the scenario. Although he does increase the vibrations of atoms there are certain limitations to his ability, and it really serves as the basis for his true Dark Talent. Instead of inducing the combustion of a material, the intensification of the vibrations is for the purpose of breaking loose the atomic chains linking the molecules together, allowing for the shifting of the structure itself. Another factor is that Maximilien seems to only be able to use this ability on a limited number of materials being: glass, metals, clay, plastic, and rubber. While the rate of intensification works relatively quickly, taking only several seconds to loosen the chains enough to begin shifting the atomic structure on the surface, any deep change begins taking much longer, dependent upon the relative size of the object itself. For instance, Maximilien could take a typical engagement ring and speed up the vibrations enough within five seconds to make drastic changes, but it might take a couple of minutes for him to do the same for an ingot of metal.
Transmutation: The true power given to Maximilien by Melpomene was the ability to alter the structure and appearance of inanimate objects and should not be confused with alchemic transmutation, as his ability is psychic in nature the limitations are much greater than the âequivalent exchangeâ of materials and energy. While he very well could take a pile of materials and, after breaking down the molecular structure enough, âwillâ it into the shape of something else, such as turning a pile of clay into a pot or a hunk of metal into a sculpture, but the fuel and time necessary to do so, not to mention the volatility of the finished produced, make this much too bothersome to consider. Instead he takes finished objects and alters their appearance, such as tweaking a curve here or smoothing a corner there to better fit the image in his mindâs eye. While he can transmute smaller amounts of materials into an entirely new shape the finished product is very delicate due to how much the atomic structure was loosened and adjusted to achieve this result.
Obsession/Compulsion: While a person with an obsessive-compulsive disorder might not seem like the greatest of mental illnesses, anything that goes to the extreme and affects an individualâs health in a negative way can prove dangerous. Maximilien has always been overly-focused upon âperfectingâ an image, from ensuring that his collars are not crooked to having the layout in his room prove both symmetrical and pleasant to the eye, so much so that everything else will take second-place to these requirements being met. This is the chief reason why he strives so hard with his artwork, putting everything in his life second-place until it meets his high expectations, something that is made quite a bit easier given his Dark Talent.
Feed The Beast: While the morality of any action is questionable, for most the over-indulgence of an action is considered a sinful act. As Maximilienâs Talent relates to the speeding up of atomic vibrations and manipulating them to represent an image in his mindâs eye, even if just to an extent, he must harvest energy to do so primarily through the consumption of substances which release such chemicals as adrenaline and endorphins into his system, or have hallucinogenic effects, and more than likely a combination is required. This isnât just minor, recreational use, but a consumptive habit which lasts so long and takes him to the point of breaking and back which he might not be able to control if not for Melpomene holding the reigns most of the time. While it this requirement can be sustained through his own over-indulgence, it is greatly increased when he drags others down into this spiraling pit with him.
PARAPHERNALIA
Cell-phone: A regular old flip-phone is all this Frenchman needs, not caring for the fanciness of the more modern mini-computers most everyone has with them at all times of the day. If the need ever arises, which it most certainly does, his cheaper phone is always much easier to replace should it need to be destroyed or abandoned.
Goody-bag: Only Maximilien and Melpomone know every substance hiding within this carefully concealed bag of treats at any given moment, and you would doubtless find more than just a couple in there. The size of the bag itself depends on how long the artist intends to work his magic and bring his thoughts to life, or conversely how long he has been going at it.
Notebook: Maximilienâs notebook is a tidy collection of sketches, or his "blueprints" as he likes to call them, and even though it sounds like a singular item, there are many such notebooks to be found in his apartment, and any one of which could be accompanying his on a particular day.
Number 2 Pencil: Just your regular, old, number 2 pencil, not the same one mind you, as much too much scribbling is down throughout the day for one to be feasible. More than likely it will be varying in length and sharpness throughout the day, and with a pink, latex-free eraser nearby for when the pencil's inevitably wears-out or breaks-off.
Backpack: Maximilienâs backpack is what he uses to store his notebook and pencils, as well as a number of materials which he could easily transmute at a given time. Generally speaking he carries with him a small pane of glass, sheet of copper, and variety of rubber and plastic baubles, all thin enough for him to transmute rapidly.
BIO/HISTORY
Maximilien Robespierre lived in Paris until 1996 until his family moved to New York for both financial purposes, but the transition did not prove nearly as difficult as one might think for a young, French boy of African heritage. What aided in this easier transition was his homeschooling, a circumstance which kept him sheltered from some of the more harsh realities of life in a country where his genetic heritage would be looked down upon by certain groups. While his societal skills did not necessarily progress and mature as other children who attended public school his parents made sure that he received a much better education and ensured that his studies were tied in with his extracurricular activities as well. Despite their attempts to raise the âperfectâ child Maximilienâs parents were extremely displeased with certain aspects of his personality, such as his obsessive nature, constant questioning and contempt of arbitrary rules, and the dominance of his left hand.
After moving to states his parents developed a connection with a nearby church, which also seemed to assist in the operation of an orphanage and mental hospital, where both of his parents were employed. It was at this time that he started to take lessons with some of the orphans, his parents and the church leadership insisting that it would help to âcurbâ his disobedient inclinations and obsession with grim artwork. They had only lived there for three years when his father died in an accident, from what he was told a patient had grown violent and decided that blood would make much better ink than anything else, and a year later his mother died of mysterious circumstances, at least thatâs what he felt as he was never told exactly what happened. It was quite unfortunate that he was placed under the care of this particular orphanage, but what made matters worse was his incapability to adjust to the situation. He had never been a socialite and was relatively sheltered until they moved to the States, and now he was being forced into a situation with which he didnât know how to cope.
What did he do? He turned inwards, secluding himself within the constraints, or maybe the freedom, of his own thoughts, being absorbed into his artwork and obsessing about whatever he could to avoid dealing with anyone, especially the people of the church. He ignored their words, shrugged off the beatings, and recreated whatever they destroyed until finally they decided that he needed âprofessionalâ help. Maximilien was just shy of eleven years old when they decided that he needed psychiatric therapy and constant monitoring so that his âdestructive habitsâ could be curbed and remedied. Their âattemptâ to do so, or so they claimed, involved a lonesome room with a ritualistic circle carved into the floor, and they asked him to replicate the image with an assortment of materials. He was provided with an assortment of metallic wire and glass panes and bottles, but was left without any instruments to safely break or handle the materials, and his lack of clothing compounded the problem immensely.
Itâs quite easy to lose track of time when youâre immersed within something about with you feel truly passionate, especially all the more so when youâre naught but a child, and the length of time that passed whilst Maxilimien worked on his project is still unknown to him to the day. Glass was shattered, wired twisted, and sheets of metal bent until they snapped while small, delicate hands began to bleed profusely, only stopping when the sensation of pain seared up through his arms and then only stopping until exhaustion overtook him for a few hours. By the time he finished the deeply-carved circle had filled with blood, taking much longer than if it were less than an inch deep, and something was different in the child, this experience had moved him, proved to him that he would sacrifice whatever it took for the sake of his artwork and succeed. He was not the only one made aware of this though, it had drawn the attention of a Sin-Eater, one that appreciated his undying passion and burning desire.
Melpomene was never the hesitant type, and she did not betray her obtrusive nature when first approaching an immersed Maximilien, a poor child devoid of all tears while still being consumed in his artwork, and embracing him at a moment when he was at his weakest. He had lost everything he knew, and all of a sudden a stranger appeared to soothe his aching soul, aiding to relieve all the frustration he had because something just didnât seem right, showing him how he could truly take control and bring the artwork in his mind into the world. She explained how she would take care of him from now on, that even though his parents were gone and he was abandoned to this desolate place he could rely upon her when he needed a shoulder to cry upon, and for a child in such a fragile state this seemed like absolute salvation, and still does to this day. Sure, she may have a few minor demands for her assistance, but arenât we all dependent upon one another in this bleak, lonesome world?
Eventually, Maximilien managed to escape the institution, with the assistance of several other patients there, and he was free to fulfill his destiny and achieve true artistic greatness, and it was all thanks to Melpomene, his wonderful Sin-Eater. Sure her needs in exchange for assistance changed and intensified after his escape, but now he could create artwork to his heartâs content, so surely the trade was even, and besides that his drug usage was a liberating experience, both mentally and physically. His habits led to time in both a juvenile and state penal facility, but that was only a small price to pay for beauty, and even then he could still continue with his craft behind bars, trading artwork, even if inferior, for the supplies necessary to fuel his hunger. By now this time though, Melpomene had started using other means to ensure Maximilien would push himself onto and beyond the edge, not only using the image of a motherly protector now, but by also assuming the role of a temptress to circumvent any other natural inhibitions that would keep him from feeding her dark desires.