|Name|
"Maxwell Ryan Ridges, at your service."
|Nickname|
"You can call me Max, or Maxy."
|Age|
"22 years old."
|Gender|
"I'm a male.."
|Face Claim|
Ian Somerholder
|Hair|
"I have medium length brown locks of hair."
|Eyes|
"I have deep brown eyes. "
|Height and Weight|
"I'm average.. with a little muscle. I'd say.. 160, at 5'6. "
|In Depth|
"Well.. let's see. Starting at the top, I've got darker brown hair, that comes about to the middle of my ears, and the same colored, kinda bushy eyebrows. My eyes are a light brown, not hazel, and I have normal sized lips. Sorry.. I'm not good at describing myself.. *Laughs nervously*".
"I have medium length brown locks of hair."
|Eyes|
"I have deep brown eyes. "
|Height and Weight|
"I'm average.. with a little muscle. I'd say.. 160, at 5'6. "
|In Depth|
"Well.. let's see. Starting at the top, I've got darker brown hair, that comes about to the middle of my ears, and the same colored, kinda bushy eyebrows. My eyes are a light brown, not hazel, and I have normal sized lips. Sorry.. I'm not good at describing myself.. *Laughs nervously*".
|Personality|
| Charming | Flirtatious | Alcoholic | Brave | Trustworthy | Loyal | Strong | Stubborn | Willing |
|Likes|
❤ Rock, Oldies
"I like to embrace the past."
❤ Greens, Yellows
"Ya know.. Spring."
❤ Madeline
"She seems like my kind of girl."
❤ Alcohol
"It has a lovely stinging that soothes me."
|Dislikes|
✘Heavy Metal
"It sounds like someone dropped a trash can lid.. .several times."
✘Grays, Blues
"They're too regular in my life, being a male."
✘Vannie
"She seems like the "party girl"."
✘ Cigarettes
"I am not going to slowly suffocate myself."
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|History|
"Well.. let's start with my childhood then."
"I grew up with my father and mother, what a lucky bastard he was. He always hurt my mother, even when she pleased him right in front of me, as a child. I'd always her screaming as he raped her that night, or as he almost killed her. I walked in on them one time, and finally took a stand for my dying mother, seeing as she couldn't take much more of that treatment. I grabbed the gun I knew my father kept in his office, where he took his sluts every Tuesday and Thursday night, and pointed it at him. "Leave her alone, or I'll shoot." I demanded, in my sheriff's costume, I'd worn just the night before for Halloween. My father simply laughed in my face, and murmured, "I dare ya, boy." . I sure showed him, huh? He was shot dead by a officer who happened to be standing behind me. The neighbors called the station for the fifth time that week, and they'd finally decided to send someone out. So, you could say my trust issues started there. "
"I wasn't always an only child. I had a little brother for awhile, but then he left suddenly, and I never knew why. He took my mother's eyes, and my father's looks as I was the opposite, with my father's eyes, and my mother's looks. His name was Daniel Mark Ridges. I was about 10 when I was introduced to him. My mother was still alive, and she'd been in the hospital. I remember still thinking how amazing it was that she was so fat for so long, and then in one day she shrunk back down to her teeny waist... Anyway, they'd kept Daniel in the hospital for a few months, then finally let him home. Well, about two years after Daniel was born, my mother was taken from me, and we were sent to live with my Father's mother, who was the total opposite of her trashy, alcoholic son. Then, one day, when I was 14, Daniel was taken to the hospital suddenly, he had stopped breathing that night in his sleep. I remember my Grandmother crying as we went home, and I didn't understand why. It didn't really hit me that I would never see my kid brother again, until several days time passed. I still remember the rainy November morning, when we left early, to go bury him. I felt alone after that. So... so.. alone.."
When I was 18, I found alcohol, and cigarettes among other teens, and drank heavily. I didn't see a reason to live, honestly. My father had abused my mother for as long as I could remember, and she died a few years after he did. At least they're not together now, in the afterlife... *Sighs* But, my addiction with alcohol started there. I had a few cigarettes, but, not enough for enjoyment, or pleasure as the alcohol brought me. I still drink now, but I go to rehab. Not that any of my 'friends' know."
"You could say I came to NY for a fresh start. I just see it as moving. "
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