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Maxwell Numerous

Ineptness, unlike certain other things, is thankfully NOT hereditary.

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a character in “Titans 2.0 Go!”, as played by Thundergod1020





You asked me and what army? Why, the company of myself, of course!

Aw, yeah, Imma PLUSHIE!

β™” Full Name β™” Maxwell William Numerous

β™” Nicknames β™” Maxie, Numero Uno, take your pick, dude.

β™” Age β™” 17, two months from the big 18.

β™” Gender β™” Male, last I checked.

β™” Romantic Interest β™” Cyborg's kid is cute, but I'm not too sure about her age, and Starfire's kid, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW-WHEE, that's a shellshocker right there!! Not to mention that bombshell of a lady Mammoth had with some woman!

β™” Sexuality β™” Straight. Think about that for a second. I can create clones of myself. If I even had the SLIGHTEST inkling of being gay, do you think I would ever leave the house?

β™” Role β™” Villain who's kind of bored of fighting the New Titans again and again. I mean seriously, they get a menagerie of malicious malcontents to fight against, we get THE EXACT. SAME. THING.

β™” Aliasβ™” Maxonemillion

β™” Face Claim β™” MVP from Marvel Alliance

Imageβ™” Physical Description β™” What, is what you see not enough for you to get?

β™” Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features β™” Other than my stunningly good looks and kickass chin, nothing.

β™” Personality β™” Dear sweet Jesus, here we go with the psychoanalysis. Well, for starters, I'm actually a pretty decent guy outside of my moonlighting, you know, helps old ladies cross the street, works a 9 to 5, the stuff you'd expect of a perfect guy. Hell, if it paid or had free medical for the family, I'd go off and be a hero. I try to be as reasonable as possible with everything I do, and don't let greed, arrogance, or flat-out stupidity get to my head.

And over here, some more info.
β™” Likes β™”
β™₯ A good tussle every now and again, you know, enough to get the blood pumping, not enough to seriously injure anyone.
β™₯ Money, sheerly because it allows me to keep myself from being in debt.
β™₯ Ladies of all kinds!

β™” Dislikes β™”
✘ EXCEPT obese chicks. Come on, you can't even take care of yourself? Is it THAT hard to keep yourself eating right and exercising?
✘ People who think that they're better than others just because they were born to a different lifestyle.
✘ Institutions like hospitals charging you insane amounts for what should be affordable and open to all.

β™” Powers β™”
βœͺ Copy: I can make an insanely high number of copies, each identical to me in every way and capable of acting autonomously. I cannot form them further than ten feet away, but they last for up to 24 hours and follow my instructions to the letter.
βœͺ Enhanced strength and endurance: My dad was capable of lifting an entire bridge with his clones, meaning each clone would lift a couple tons worth. While not AS strong, I can deadlift 2000 pounds no problem and run for days on end.
βœͺ Information Retainment: Each clone, while it's around, learns stuff. When it disappears, I learn everything it did. This had the end result of letting me learn three different martial arts, six languages, and one hundred recipes that use dark chocolate.

β™” Flaws/Weaknesses β™”
⌘ If I make too many clones, I believe the number was 247, they all snap back into me and I lose consciousness. They also disappear if I'm K.O.'d.
⌘ Sure, I'm strong and can make copies, but I'm still relatively human. I can't fly or do shoot fireballs or any of that cool stuff. Which sucks.
⌘ Tell anyone and I kill you, but I'd probably abandon any crime I was up to if Starfire's kid asked me nicely. Nobody's asked yet, though.

β™” Fearsβ™”
❖ Losing a loved one
❖ Being told I'm worthless
❖ Abandonment

β™”Secrets β™”
❖ Max is in denial about his affection for Pretty Pretty Pegasus. His mind is saying no, but his heart is saying YES.
❖ Despite his blue-collar accent and lifestyle, he is incredibly intelligent thanks to having used his clone's learning abilities to go to multiple schools at once growing up.
❖ The only reason he commits crimes rather than stops them is because he's paying for all of his dad's medical bills after he was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease. Max has yet to know if he carries it as well.

Imageβ™”Bio β™” You know my dad, Billy Numerous, right? He married, quit the villain business YEARS ago. Turns out my being born was the big slap of reality he needed to pull his life together. And yeah, for a time, I was raised with the best intentions. Then... Reality decided it needed to visit me as well, and gave my dad Huntington's disease at the age of 48. The treatments they have here in Jump City are more than capable of at least keeping his muscles from atrophying, but they're also expensive, and since he's been becoming more and more of an invalid every day, I took up his old ways to help pay the bills, alongside my current job working with a friend of my dad's, a good contractor who appreciates having twenty hard-working boys for the price of one.

And NOW we get to hear about my LOVELY tryst with the Titans 2.0. As of this writing, I've fought against them three times, won the first two, and lost the most recent. You know, the whole "villain wins to show how dangerous he is, then the heroes find a way to beat him" schtick. And I'm actually kind of jealous.

β™” Other β™”

So begins...

Maxwell Numerous's Story


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The branches of the trees bow with the heavy load they are carrying, bending towards the floor. If only they could shake themselves like a dog covered in water does; they would be free. Everything glistens, as if a fairy has sprinkled her dust over the entirety of the city. Colors are brighter against the pure white blanket that spreads as far as the eye can see. There is a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across the wide landscape, so oddly disfigured by its snowy adventure. The clouds thicken once more and cover the sky, creating a mirror-like white blanket similar to the snow covered ground; the horizons blur together, except for the deep ocean that remains a shimmering grey reflecting the white sky. No matter the time of day, the clouds hide the light, preventing definite shadows. Everything seems quieter, almost muffled. There is a sense of serenity in the atmosphere, adding to the eeriness and quietness, which permeates indefinitely into Titan Tower. The elevator seemed to be the only thing still fully operational, though whilst going up the elevator strange noises peirce the walls hinting at struggling machinery or something happening beyond one could perceive from the inside of the elevator. The doors open and reveal a reletively empty and strangely ominous hub. Red carpet even though noticibly dulled from time naturally pulls one to walk along its path and see what its road has to offer. The couch is facing what looks to be a wall though it is simply the windows not allowing anyone to see in or out of the tower, the Titans left it that way before they left. The carpet branches off into two seperate dull paths leading towards what one would only asusme to be the living quarters. If one walked down both halls one would notice that there are seven bedrooms and only one bathroom, potentially making one think of all the possible bathroom disputes that have happened in the past.

The H.I.V.E Academy ("Hierarchy of International Vengeance and Extermination") is a school for young villains-in-training where they learn all the basics of becoming professional villains.Originally, the Academy was owned and headed by the H.I.V.E. Headmistress, before management was taken over by Brother Blood. During her term as the administrative authority, the academy served as a villain-in-training institution that provided "well organized, highly trained, and combat equipped" H.I.V.E. agents (graduates) for hire. Once in control of the facility and its students, Blood decided to accelerate his own plans by having his students steal money and high-tech components, arousing the interest of the Teen Titans.Cyborg went undercover as Stone, a new student, and found out that Blood was preparing to mass-construct a new weapon called an Ion Amplifier. In the course of the conflict, the Academy was destroyed by a sonic blast from Cyborg, augmented by the Amplifier. Subsequent attempts by Blood to reopen the H.I.V.E. Academy in other locations were likewise foiled by the Titans, and eventually Blood was captured and taken into custody. Years later, the institute was reopened by another headmaster, ready to teach his students to learn the ways of evil and defeat the Teen Titans.

As the wind peaked, a young man treked his way towards the tower, his mother once had called a home. His new home. His jet-black whipped around his face and his demonic like red eyes shone in the snow. He had shut his coat and put his hood on to act as like a protective shield form the wind. He looked up and examined the place he would call his future home. He scoffed "Where's the welcoming committee." he said seemingly to himself. In which a way he was, there was another figure behind him that looked exactly like him. He was also dressed in a similar fashion except the colors consisted of a pink coloring and his hair had a pink tint to it. "I'm pretty sure their just...uh....holding a surprise party for us Arellan!" he said with an optimistic tone. "Quiet down Happiness, I do not need nor want any unnessecary company. Also no time for parties." he said as unknowingly another male traveled behind him slowly. As Arellan made his way into the Tower, another man followed in. They found out that his name is Ronin. He was welcomed into the Titans and everything was fine.

Two months later, small white boots crunch into the deep snow as if no one had been there before. As the footprints continued the earlier ones were washed away by the seemingly endless supply of snow. This young woman was adorned with black tights along with a light blue hooded cloak, lined with faux white fur. Her dark sienna eyes gazed at the tower, wondering if it went even higher. She was to join the Titans as hr father told her. He wasn't going to intervene, he would let her do her own thing and make her own friends. She made her way to the door finally and knocked, waiting for a response from her soon to be teammates.


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#, as written by Miyer
"ony... Bony...? EBONY!", Ebony jumped as screaming pierced through her peaceful sleep and someone started to shake her boy like freaking crazy!

"I'M UP! I'M UP!", she screamed back in response as she tried to open her eyes despite their lack of cooperation. She was pretty sure she already knew who was stupid enough to wake he up in the morning. Cracking her eyes opens a little, she hissed as the sunlight hit her directly and then a young girls face with blonde bunches suddenly popped into her view with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, but you have that H.I.V.E thingy today and you said you didn't want to be late... Well you kind of are late..." She commented quickly before laughing and running out the room, Ebony's screams of horror and curses following her down the stairs.

"Damn. Damn. DAMN!", she growled out as she began to pull on a set of denim shorts, heavily ripped with a yellow and black batman patterned cloth underneath the rips; A black top which cut off at her midriff and showed her batman belly button ring; she slung on her dull blue hood which she left unzipped to hang around her sides. Next same the accessories and makeup; A set of big, Black loop earrings and a chunky batman necklace; quickly applying some heavy eyeliner and mascara before pulling her hair up into a high pony tail and pocketing her phone.

Rushing down the stairs, she sent a quick wave to Nat and grabbed up a slice of waiting toast before making her way down the road at break neck pace. She was supposed to be at the school by 8 and she didn't want to be late... Again... Turning the last corner, she laughed as she crossed the door just as the bell went. "Safe!"

Whistling, she began to walk towards the meeting room where she would see the other 4 that's belonged to the H.I.V.E 5. Arms behind her head she thought about her 4 Teammates?

Well first there was the youngest, Gadget who was basically has an adults brain in a child's body. Ebony was happy to have the girl on the team considering the fact she was a able strategist and had a good head on her shoulders.

Then there was Hex who Ebony couldn't help but find adorable in her deranged mind. Not that he was small or childish but his weirdness and appearance just made her 'awwwww' at him.

Ebony couldn't figure out Max at all, he was a decent guy and yet for some reason he was part of H.I.V.E? That makes no sense. Yet the she wasn't exactly evil and she was part of H.I.V.E so she couldn't comment...

Finally there is Arellan, who for some reason, drew the same emotion from her as Hex did. He wasn't supposed to be adorable in any way shape or form and yet he was to fricking cute!

Ebony shock her head at her own thoughts, there must be something wrong with her... Arriving at the conference room, she grinned slightly and pushed the doors open. "Hello Children! Everyone is on time I see, I'm glad. Wouldn't want anyone late today.", she grinned lazily before slumping down into one of the chairs and watching everyone in the room amused. Ebony was the oldest of the group of teenagers and she couldn't help but find it funny how such young kids had made up their mind to be evil.


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It felt like a Monday. It probably wasn't a Monday, but it felt like one. I'd woken up to a room empty of other people besides me, the girl I'd sweet-talked over the night before had already left, it seemed. I rolled out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, stopped before the door, then rolled forward on my feet before falling towards the ground. I quickly threw out my hands, caught myself before splatting, and did fifty pushups, which I had found was a great way to get myself woken up(the pushups, not the freefall before that, which I do NOT recommend for anyone who isn't durable enough to handle bumping their head on a counter top more than once due to personal stupidity). After the quick mini-workout, I got myself groomed, tossed on a T-shirt and jeans, and went downstairs to make breakfast, pouring some Cream of Wheat into a pot of boiling milk. Looking at the time as I pureed some strawberries and blueberries, I quickly shipped off a clone to go handle making sure I was technically "on time". I knew I still had at least an hour to get there, since my dad's meals have to be on a pretty tight schedule thanks to his condition, but it never hurt to be safe. Once his breakfast was ready, I brought the bowl of hot cereal mixed with the fruit over to his room and knocked, then opened the door. Billy was sitting in his easy chair, looking outside over the cattails of the small marsh we lived on.

"Is it breakfast already?" Dad asked as I brought him the bowl, setting down a tray first and then placing the cereal on top. "I musta dang lost track of the time." Dad was an anomaly in the world that was supers. First, he had gotten married and left the whole business for good, already a rarity. Then he gave the world a second shock by being diagnosed with Huntington's, the first super ever to be afflicted with a chronic disease. I was already a teen by then, so I was willing to help out Dad as he got worse, and steadily became his keeper.

"Yes, sir, and you'd better eat up, you know what the doc said about your health." Dad laughed a bit, the bowl shaking a bit as he did so.

"Ya know, I always wondered about that. Why anyone feels the need to say things like "as you know" and whatnot. If I already know, why do they dang feel like I gotta hear it again?" he said as he looked over at one of the walls and frowned a bit. "Now, why is there a draft coming from that durned fourth wall? Must be a crack in it. See if you can handle it later, would you, Maxie?" I nodded, then stood up to stretch.

"Alright then, but I need to get rolling for school. I'll see you tonight, Sheila should be over to bring you lunch, and I'll be back by 7:30 for dinner. Take care, Dad." I got up, left, and walked outside before taking my shirt and pants off. Much to the regret of any women in the area, I had my Maxonemillion outfit on underneath, modeled after my dad's old costume. I folded and tossed the clothes into a box I kept outside, and took off running. I'd made sure the house was only a few miles away from the H.I.V.E., so I got there with time to spare, doing a quick checkup with my clone to make sure he was with my classmates. After the bell rang, I walked to the classroom to hear a certain voice...

"Everyone is on time, I see..." Yup, the way my left nut tingled at that voice meant only one person, the one girl capable of not only resisting my style, but also the only person to kick me hard enough there that my body still remembers it, the always lovely Ebony. My clone was busy smiling away as it noticed my presence, and without further ado, I pushed open the door and smiled as I walked past everyone.

"Yep, TOTAL shame if anyone were to be late..." As I finished that sentence and sat down next to the clone, another clone walked in from the door and moved to the seat next to me. / "I mean, whoever would do such a horrid thing would have to be a downright, no-good VILLAIN! Cue the next clone walking in behind him. / "Downright shame, down. Right. SHAME!" After he took his seat, I snapped my fingers and the clones all disappeared, leaving only me. / "But seriously, how is everyone today?"