Post by max on Jun 11, 2011 3:38:12 GMT -6
MaxLorenzoVerin
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“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
I'm Max Verin. My full name is: Maximillian Lorenzo Verin, but I'd prefer the shorter version. I don't have nicknames, and I'd really hate if someone were to call me by my last. Just go by Max, okay?
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
I actually didn't go to High School cause of my grades in Junior High, so I stayed back a few years till the judge told me to go here. I had mega low grades because I didn't anything at all but just hang around and enjoy the view. The old fags kept screaming at me for doing nothing, so I actually punched one and had gotten suspended for the rest of the year since it was almost the end of school. The principal wasn't cool with it but was pretty stubborn. He made me stay for another year just so I could catch up, but I didn't. He tried one more year and I actually did some stuff to up all my grades to a low C. Then I got here as a freshie.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
Actually, I played the trumpet for a while I was in band for the first year, but I still play it now. The instrument kind of expresses my moods in song, so I kind of liked it since now. And I play basketball by myself or try to outrun the bus. Running keeps my mind off of crap that happens a lot and it helps out my breathing. I like to watch comedy films like Hangover, Grown Up, and that kind of stuff. I also go to my hometown library and read about Greeks and their myths and stuff. I like a lot of things, but these are just popped into my mind first.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
My family and I weren't... very close to start off. My mom was seventeen when she got me; my dad just knocked her up and left, so I pretty much don't know my dad. Her family thought she going kill me in the womb with birth control pills, but she lied so she could have me. My mom's family kicked her out of the house along with me. My mom had to do prostitution to provide for me and her up till now. I rarely had any friends too. The kids at my school didn't like me because they thought I was mean or was covered in marijuana or something that included illegal stuff. People distanced themselves away from me. Then, a hot girl decided to talk to me one day on the stairs, and I accidentally missed a step and fell on her. After that, the girl never talked to me again and everyone else just become more and more distant with me.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
I think I'm pretty decent looking and all that. I don't think much on how I look, so I don't really take care of my appearance. My hair's naturally straight, so I don't care about my hair much. I don't really do anything with my face or body, but shower and hygiene and stuff. I'd prefer comfortable clothes over nice, high quality ones. It's just better. I have a few scars on my arms from my bone popping out before. I think I'm moderately smart but not all that. I'm aware of what I do and I try not think them out cause it's just more fun to find out than to know already. I find trouble more amusing than just being good and obedient because you get experience more than the good world and see the worst of worst's truths. My sanity -laughs- is moderate too, I guess. My thinking isn't twisted or messed up, it's just more simple than most in my opinion.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
I actually had a little fight with one of the officers. I just started to scream bloody murder out of no where and said the murderer was coming from my neighbor's apartment. This was when I was ten and I was pretty stupid back then. I stayed over at their place a few times and the lady had gotten out a knife and started cutting open a chicken. That was when I screamed bloody murder all around the neighborhood, and the cops were called in. They eventually found out it was all a big misunderstanding, but they did call my mom who was at the mall. Then, I started to argue with an officer that it was murder cause she killing the chicken. I didn't have anything serious before the knife thing and the dude.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
The other worst thing I've done and felt bad for it was when I actually got involved with a gang fight and accidentally sent a knife at a little girl. She was so small and had big eyes. I wanted to try out the gang fights, to see how it all is and stuff, but it's just fake-ass bull crap. that fake people try to make themselves strong. I had a knife in my right in my jacket; I threw it at one guy who was on the other gang, but he dodged it and it hit a little girl on the leg. Before they even knew it was me, I ran from the fight, knowing that I couldn't face her. Luckily, she was reported okay and the knife didn't hit any major bones but just muscle tissue. It was really scary and stressful.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
I'm mostly proud of myself. I've been through all this crap, and I'm still here in flesh. I did my best to cope with random shit and stuff without using too much violence, I think. I think I'm one of the luckier ones who had probably survived half the meaning of life without a complaint. I lived through my whole years of living with a mom who is always drunk and teachers scolding, yelling, screaming, and bitching at me like crazy without caring, that's awesome.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
Yeah, that stuff. I like alcohol and had gotten used to it too, so it'll be a bit hard to break it. My mom introduced it to me when I was twelve, and I kinda drank it moderately. Thank God I'm not like her. She drinks it, like, twenty four seven, so I was a bit... sickened by it, so I only drink moderately just to avoid being drunk afterward. Honestly, I'm scared to get drunk. I won't know what would happen to me after that. I know I'm underage and that, so I'll try to stop. I never said 'will', I said 'try'. Hey, I'm still here, not all tipsy and that but actually myself.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
I would want to change how I view life. I find it boring and plain, so maybe looking through someone who thinks it's great and cool, I might understand why. I really want to see the meaning of living, the whole meaning and not just small bits. I want to see what's so good about that it makes people change themselves, to become someone they dreamed of. I want know how it feels to actually love and understand why it's strong on a lot people.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Okay, it starts off at the Junior High like any other day of mine and a guy that liked the hot girl I was talking to stepped up to me. I was already pissed off in the morning cause my mom was yelling for not keeping my grades any higher, and I just walked out like that. The bastard decides to shove me into a corner in gym and had already started throwing punches at me. I took some, and I just broke some meaning I broke both of his fists cause I was tired being beaten around. I just kicked him the soft spot, grabbed his hands and snapped them sideways. Man, I never knew how high a guy could scream until that day. Okay, back to the story. Well, I felt like wasn't there, wasn't being myself. I don't get into fights much, but I felt blowing fumes at that guy to see how bad I hurt mentally to show him how that mental pain hurt me physically. The people around finally called the teachers, but I messed that guy pretty bad before they even reached me. They told me that I nearly killed him, but he lived and suffered brain damage. I kinda used a nearby fire extinguisher to, uh, beat him too, so it was pretty gruesome cause blood was splattering everywhere. Then, his parents sued me, but the old man or judge just gave attempted murder and sent me here. I don't think it's a huge deal but whatever.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
Yeah, even though I was actually sent here without me saying anything. I heard that this school had changed most of its' delinquents into something good, so I kinda wanted to come here too. I think I deserve a chance to restart or at least change some shit in my life. Everything's been a big turnover ever since I was born, so I just want to know how it feels to be good for a bit.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Like I said, my mom was knocked up when she was only seventeen; she lied to the family that she was taking birth control pills but actually had me. When I was born, the family had only taken care of her until she was eighteen which was only three months away. When those three months were out, they kicked her and me on the curb. My mom took me and ran away to Las Vegas where she began to become a slut and get paid for it. She's been getting knocked up until I turned seven.
I was going to school normally at my normal age, but people didn't like me, even the teachers. I didn't start anything bad, but they knew my mom was a prostitute so that just started a rumor that I was a bad apple. I wasn't until I got into that fight in Junior High, so that pretty much set almost everyone off and stuff. A lot of bastards think I'm like a drug addict and a marijuana seller when I'm actually an alcoholic. So that's pretty much how I got here and still breathing.
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Verin, Maximillian, L.
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 14, 1993
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: age and how long you been here. I'm seventeen and this is the first year meaning I'm a freshie. Like I said, I was held back for a few years.
Grade: 9th
Health issues: Asthma
Other: any other notes about the character
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: May 14, 1993
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: age and how long you been here. I'm seventeen and this is the first year meaning I'm a freshie. Like I said, I was held back for a few years.
Grade: 9th
Health issues: Asthma
Other: any other notes about the character
Your name: Kale
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Play by: Logan Lerman
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