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Maxwell Kelly

"I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view."

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a character in “Westcreek”, as played by blondehaired

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xxγ€ŒNAME」
......Maxwell Kelly
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x...γ€ŒALIAS」
x.x.X / Max / Kelly
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xx..γ€ŒAGE」
x.xx.....22
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γ€ŒOCCUPATION」
.......Butcher
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x....γ€ŒEYES」
x........Light Green
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x..γ€ŒHEIGHT」
x.xx.....6'1"
xxγ€ŒORIGIN」
.......Ireland
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x.γ€ŒGENDER」
..........Male
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...........Panromantic Asexual
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..........Siren
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..............Red
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............173 lbs





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                  (QUIRKS *! )

                  β—˜ always humming β—˜ keeps bottle caps
                  β—˜ his butcher shop and house are extremely cold
                  β—˜ almost always seen smoking a cigarette
                  β—˜ always holds the door, likes walking in the back
                  β—˜ habitually carries an umbrella in his hand
                  β—˜ always eats dinner alone, no exceptions
                  β—˜ usually sleeps on his couch instead of his bed
                  β—˜ keeps a vase of flowers in his butcher shop
                  β—˜ keeps indie music on in his shop as well
                  β—˜ eats out on very very rare occasions
                  β—˜ wears a wedding band
                  __(LIKES *! )

                  β—˜ swimming β—˜ any body of water
                  β—˜ minty cigarettes β—˜ Irish liquor β—˜ very rough sex
                  β—˜ Cappuccio's Meats β—˜ singing β—˜ waking up alone
                  β—˜ long, hot showers β—˜ dusk/dawn β—˜ folk music
                  β—˜ the Irish landscape β—˜ his father and brothers
                  β—˜ making meals for other people β—˜ cuddling
                  β—˜ lazy Sundays β—˜ going on dates β—˜ beaches
                  β—˜ dogs and cats, more cats though β—˜ mountains
                  β—˜ mountains by the beach β—˜ private swimming pools
                  β—˜ his little house β—˜ the fish tank in Cappuccio's
                  β—˜ books, lots and lots of books β—˜ the color green
                  β—˜ short people β—˜ romantic dates β—˜ long, hot baths
                  __(DISLIKES *! )

                  β—˜ being really drunk β—˜ getting into fights
                  β—˜ having to hide his true nature from other people
                  β—˜ his mother and her sisters β—˜ Italians β—˜ vegetarians
                  β—˜ going to bed alone β—˜ cold water β—˜ needy people
                  β—˜ unneeded violence β—˜ weird American customs
                  β—˜ small beds β—˜ his smell after a day at the shop
                  β—˜ large groups of people β—˜ most, if not all, humans
                  β—˜ other sirens β—˜ people who don't understand meat
                  β—˜ having to help people who don't deserve it
                  β—˜ dressing down β—˜ light beer, like Bud Light
                  β—˜ Westcreek β—˜ being nice to customers

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β—’PERSONALITY Β°


β—’ Max likes to be alone. If anyone knows anything about him, they know that. He's a guy that will spend all day cutting meats and go to bed by himself at night, content on a day spent alone. He refuses to eat dinner with anyone, and trust that many people have asked. Max does like to hang out with other people, and loves having a boyfriend/girlfriend and spending time with them, but he prefers to be alone. It's part of the reason he chose to work at a butchery, it's mostly solo work. Max has a deep-set hatred for humans, so that is partially the reason he doesn't like to be around people, because most of them are human. He tried to fight them for so long that just avoid them is so much easier. Moving to Westcreek definitely helped as well, he's become much more content with his life and his circumstances.

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β—’He doesn't really trust anyone, even supernatural people, but especially humans. Max is loyal to those he trusts, but isn't forgiving. Once you lose his trust, or his loyalty, there are no second chances. Max is polite, though. He is incredibly kind, and will help others in menial, everyday tasks. Being kind and polite doesn't add up to sympathy or care. He cares only for those he loves, and is extremely apathetic. He sees problems as the fault of the self, and things you do to yourself to not garner sympathy. Pity, maybe. Max will easily pity the innocent and the naive, those who need protection and not a coddling hand.

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β—’Max was a very conniving and manipulative young boy, some might say evil. He used his abilities for the detriment of humans, especially those who wanted especially those who threatened his freedom. All that stemmed from the pain of losing his parents to the hands of humans, and his own kind treating him like a burden. Losing his freedom caused all that lmalice to dissipate, replaced by cold fury and the numbness of never letting anyone in, even those he may have loved. Nothing, and no one, has changed that since he came to Westcreek.


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                    ( STRENGTHS *! )

                    VOCAL HYPNSOSIS / noted to be his biggest strength, Max has the
                    ability to lead people into a state of extremem suggestability through his
                    voice, most notably when he sings
                    SWIMMING / as with most sirens, he is an exceptionally good swimmer
                    UNDERWEATER BREATHING / along with the tail, when Max comes in
                    contact with water, he is able to breathe while he is in it
                    BUTCHERY / since coming into Westcreek, he's really honed his skill
                    PROTECTOR / he believes full-heartedly that those who cannot
                    protect themselves need to be protected, and he is not afraid to do it himself
                    POLITE / he will hold doors open, walk old ladies across the street,
                    help a lone woman to her car at night, and even deliver his meats if needed
                    __( FLAWS *! )

                    ANTI-SOCIAL / if he had it his way, he would be alone forever
                    CLAUSTROPHOBIC / swimming around in the vast ocean makes for
                    a fear of small spaces, especially those that can be locked
                    PYROHOBIC water's greatest enemy is fire, right? Even cooking
                    makes Max's hands shake
                    EASILY TRANSFORMABLE / even the tiniest splash of water can cause
                    his tail to form, which can dry out quickly and doesn't work on land
                    BRONZE DAGGERS / true to mythology, the bronze dagger, dripped
                    in the blood of someone under his spell can kill him
                    TRUE FORM / sirens are actually pretty ugly creatures behind their
                    glamor, which cannot stand up to a mirror


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β—’BIOGRAPHY Β°


β—’Sirens don't mate much. Being the seductive creatures they are, most mate for one child, adding to the small population of sirens, and then return to their business. For Max's parents, Naomi and Damian, they cherished their child more than usual sirens. They wanted a small family so they could give their child all the love it deserved. Plus, he was the first pureblood siren in Damian's bloodline. They lived in Tearaght Island, the western-most island in Europe off the coast of Ireland. The island was overcome by sirens and most of the humans that tried to interfere with the siren population couldn't overcome the siren songs. But the government, they got smart. Max was seven when the first ship came in, the passengers loaded with earplugs and dart guns. They came for any siren they could get their hands on, including Max's parents. He watched them be taken from him as he cowered with the other hidden sirens.

( β™š )

β—’Most of the population was taken in the first few trips, but Max managed to make it out into the main coast of Ireland, blending into a human city. He didn't hang around the sirens he fled with much, especially since they saw him as a needy kid. He took to the streets, using his abilities, especially his singing, to create a name for himself. X Kelly, the boy you never wanted to meet in a dark alley. No one knew that he entrapped his victims with song, only that his victims were brutally mauled to death. The sirens that were supposed to take care of him either didn't care or were too scared of what he became. The only reason the government caught him was because one of his victims escaped, and told the government of a street rat with "hypnotic song". At sixteen years old, Max was uprooted from Europe as a whole and dropped in Westcreek. His terror of being alone and in a strange, foreign land caused him to shell up, and made him the way he is now. The Cappuccio's were his "foster parents", but he grew tired of their constant nagging and disapproval of his many hours by the water, so he took care of them. He's been on his own since.


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                  ( OOC *! )

                  FACE CLAIM: Cameron Monaghan
                  HEX CODE: ur speaking hex / #CE8EAD
                  PORTRAYED BY: The Writer's Voice
                  CS CREATED BY: Epimetheus
                  TIME ZONE: EST
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                  β—˜ Tearaght Island. β—˜ "My sisters told me stories of
                  humans. They said they sometimes sing to them
                  to lure them underwater. / I've been practicing,
                  want to hear?". β—˜ This picture. β—˜ Mafia-esque outfits
                  are so completely Maxwell. β—˜ "X, not Maxwell."
                  β—˜ Oxford with dark tips and brown-tinted aviators.
                  β—˜ An bhFaca TΓΊ Mo ShΓ©amuisΓ­n, a Gaelic children's
                  song. β—˜ "Is a RΓ­ nΓ‘r dheas Γ­, mo chailΓ­n rua." /
                  "God, wasn't she lovely, my red-haired girl."
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                  β—˜ Max speaks Gaelic better than he does English;
                  most Irish sirens do. β—˜ His Irish accent is Southern
                  Ireland, so think Niall Horan or Hozier. β—˜ He always
                  carries around an umbrella, just in case. β—˜ Left-
                  handed. β—˜ wears a ring on his right ring finger, his
                  father's ring. β—˜ usually wakes up at 6AM to go on
                  a morning swim. β—˜ his mother used to call him Little
                  Red. β—˜ he usually gives free meats to pretty girls.

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So begins...

Maxwell Kelly's Story

Setting

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Character Portrait: Raleigh Lanster Character Portrait: YΕ« Maeda Character Portrait: Belle Tarkani Character Portrait: Olivia Summers Character Portrait: Valerius Cinna Character Portrait: Tallulah Lum Character Portrait: Maxwell Kelly Character Portrait: Lucas Silva Character Portrait: Helena Grimm Character Portrait: Quirinus Avery Character Portrait: Valerius Chevalier Character Portrait: Willa Haywood Character Portrait: Saira Zahariev Character Portrait: Nico Matsumoto Character Portrait: Hinata Shimizu Character Portrait: Daniel Driscoll Character Portrait: CΓ©cile Valovoi
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ACT ONE : PART ONE : INTRODUCTION
LOCATION: MAINSTREET
TIME: 6:30PM


Summers in Westcreek were nothing short of exceptional. In general, the city's climate was all around lovely, cool winters and warm summers, a generally moderate climate. But it was the summers, really, that were something else. And it was because of evenings.

When the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, it transformed the sky into a canvas, bold streaks of color staining it, creating a view that could only be called art. It was generally acknowledged that this was the best time of day to be out and about, the best of hours to be caught walking the city streets.Today was something of a unique occasion, though, and on this particular evening, you'd be hard pressed to find a citizen of Westcreek not out in the streets. There was a reason for this, and it was called the Festival of Life, an annual occurrence that called for the celebration of the original founding of the city of Westcreek. And the event was something to behold. It had all the ambiance and staples of any small town suburban fairs-- portable rides that no one felt quite safe riding but always did anyway, game stalls everyone knew was rigged but still coughed up money to play, stands for local shop owners to try and sell some wares, even the exact sort of festival food that inevitably led to an upset stomach the next day but was still widely eaten-- but was somehow grander. Almost larger than life. By all accounts, it should have been a spectacularly fun event. However, there was always, unfailingly, a vague sense of discomfort and tension hanging heavy in the air the night of.

The event wasn't mandatory, for heaven's sake, no the mayor would never want to force anybody to do anything they didn't want to do. But everyone knew it might as well have been. They'd all heard stories of the people who decided to chance it, who decided to spit on the foundation of the institution, and the stories never ended well. It was almost insulting, in a sense. Forced to celebrate what began their imprisonment? Sat down and force fed pleasantries and lies, a false history shoved down their throats that they'd have to regurgitate later on? And yet, they all attended. And it was fun. It was hard to take that away from it. The city council never went anything but all out on the annual affair. Children shrieked as they ran through the fairgrounds, holding their cotton candies high and begging their parents for another go on the vomit inducing spinning machine. The neon glow of the rides and games lent a cool and breathable atmosphere to the place Westcreek only saw a few times a year. It was fun. That's exactly what people would respond with the next day when they were asked about how their night went. With a heavy heart, a tense smile, "It was fun."