Post by Louis de Saint-Just on Feb 26, 2008 22:37:25 GMT -5
Full Name: Maximillien Richard.
And that, foolish Americans, is pronounced with rolling ‘r’s, “Ree-sharr”. I swear, if you pronounce it ‘Rich-ard’…
Nicknames: Maxim.
Age: 36.
Occupation: Former campaign manager for the Mayor of Shawl.
Appearance: Maxim’s entire person leaves a memorable imprint on every individual that he meets. However, despite this impression, he seems to be (according to all outward appearances) an entirely average member of society.
There is hardly anything about him that stands out. His hair, although a premature silvery shade, still contains traces of the light, hazel brown that it once was. His skin is a healthy shade: he neither tans obsessively, nor shuns the sun. He can be observed occasionally walking a small toy poodle around the park: a poodle which obviously belongs to his wife, since it has both a very pink collar studded with diamonds, and a leash with an inherently feminine touch.
Maxim finishes his taxes on time, and can be found buying toilet paper and oranges at the supermarket, whenever he happens to run out of either. He cooks often, eats healthily, and seems to be altogether well-rounded as a human being.
So just what is it about him that makes people he meets remember him so?
Perhaps it is his eyes. Although a slightly washed-out shade of blue, they are fraught with intelligence beyond his years, and often dance with laughter if someone has told a particularly humorous joke. However, when fixed upon a person, Maxim’s eyes can occasionally be found to burn with an intensity that only truly powerful people are capable of wielding. He is, of course, a mere human, but his eyes seem to betray something: a rare wisdom that so few are able to be gifted with.
Perhaps it is the way that he carries himself: the way that every one of his footsteps resounds confidently against whatever surface he happens to be walking upon. He holds himself up with self-assurance, all of his five feet and nine inches proud to proclaim that they are a part of that superior being known as Maxim. It is a subtle sort of glory, but Maxim carries it around with him like an old war medal that he is exceptionally proud of.
He always has his nails neatly trimmed, takes the time to hold doors open for civilians, and is always sure to be very polite. He goes about his days with the sort of mundane normalcy that most are typically apt to wear like a blanket of security.
Maxim, however, wears his blanket of normalcy like a graceful cloak. It is in the tone of his footsteps, the way that he holds himself upright and the fierce look in his eyes. It is a note of majesty and grace, something for which mere commonplace mortals thirst.
It is, as perfume ads might pronounce, Maxim.
Personality: Maxim is a rather quiet, laid-back sort of man, who spends most of his time out of his house. He can be found taking long walks around Shawl, visiting the local parks, the lake, and the occasional grocery store, where he sometimes helps the elderly cart things back to either their homes, or vehicles. He does not make loud noises, and enjoys bringing seed to the birds in the park. They all flock around, and have grown accustomed to Gi-Gi, just as Gi-Gi has learned not to chase them.
When not shopping for groceries, Maxim can be found at his home, a generously large house that, despite Maxim’s apparent dislike of noise, is home to several fabulous parties, which are often the talk of the town.
He is actually quite a bossy man, who often (if not always) gets his way. Whether it be with a convincing argument, or a friendly yet convincing smile, Maxim is adept at having his word be law. He is also quite audacious, and while he may seem to prefer acting silent and aloof, he is actually very outspoken, and will not hesitate to voice his opinion if a situation calls for it.
Maxim is also a man of big gestures: he does not feel that as he will only be living on this earth for such a short time, he should be holding back at all. Whether it is making a speech, where he will often use large hand gestures; or throwing a party, where he will not dither, but make sure it is as big as possible an event.
Likes: Dogs – Even the tiny, yapping mess of a poodle that is called Gilles-Gilles (but pronounced Gi-Gi). So long as he can look unbearably cool whilst walking it, it’s fine by Maxim.
Quiet – It is a soothing break from reality.
Shopping for groceries – That way he gets to eat the food that he likes.
Trees – They offer comforting shade in the summer, and make the world smell better.
Dislikes: Noise – It is far too distracting for his tastes.
Overtly bright clothing – Once again on the distracting scale, this rates above a ten.
Television – It’s all noise and colours, and he just can’t find himself concentrating in front of a television.
Strengths: People – Not dealing with them directly, but indirectly: as he did when he was Antoine’s campaign manager.
Being Unnoticeable – Although people might remember him after he’s gone, while he’s in a place, he can blend in like it’s nobody’s business.
Weaknesses: Being noticeable – His eyes give him away when people dare to look at them.
He cares too much about people – Self-explanatory.
And that, foolish Americans, is pronounced with rolling ‘r’s, “Ree-sharr”. I swear, if you pronounce it ‘Rich-ard’…
Nicknames: Maxim.
Age: 36.
Occupation: Former campaign manager for the Mayor of Shawl.
Appearance: Maxim’s entire person leaves a memorable imprint on every individual that he meets. However, despite this impression, he seems to be (according to all outward appearances) an entirely average member of society.
There is hardly anything about him that stands out. His hair, although a premature silvery shade, still contains traces of the light, hazel brown that it once was. His skin is a healthy shade: he neither tans obsessively, nor shuns the sun. He can be observed occasionally walking a small toy poodle around the park: a poodle which obviously belongs to his wife, since it has both a very pink collar studded with diamonds, and a leash with an inherently feminine touch.
Maxim finishes his taxes on time, and can be found buying toilet paper and oranges at the supermarket, whenever he happens to run out of either. He cooks often, eats healthily, and seems to be altogether well-rounded as a human being.
So just what is it about him that makes people he meets remember him so?
Perhaps it is his eyes. Although a slightly washed-out shade of blue, they are fraught with intelligence beyond his years, and often dance with laughter if someone has told a particularly humorous joke. However, when fixed upon a person, Maxim’s eyes can occasionally be found to burn with an intensity that only truly powerful people are capable of wielding. He is, of course, a mere human, but his eyes seem to betray something: a rare wisdom that so few are able to be gifted with.
Perhaps it is the way that he carries himself: the way that every one of his footsteps resounds confidently against whatever surface he happens to be walking upon. He holds himself up with self-assurance, all of his five feet and nine inches proud to proclaim that they are a part of that superior being known as Maxim. It is a subtle sort of glory, but Maxim carries it around with him like an old war medal that he is exceptionally proud of.
He always has his nails neatly trimmed, takes the time to hold doors open for civilians, and is always sure to be very polite. He goes about his days with the sort of mundane normalcy that most are typically apt to wear like a blanket of security.
Maxim, however, wears his blanket of normalcy like a graceful cloak. It is in the tone of his footsteps, the way that he holds himself upright and the fierce look in his eyes. It is a note of majesty and grace, something for which mere commonplace mortals thirst.
It is, as perfume ads might pronounce, Maxim.
Personality: Maxim is a rather quiet, laid-back sort of man, who spends most of his time out of his house. He can be found taking long walks around Shawl, visiting the local parks, the lake, and the occasional grocery store, where he sometimes helps the elderly cart things back to either their homes, or vehicles. He does not make loud noises, and enjoys bringing seed to the birds in the park. They all flock around, and have grown accustomed to Gi-Gi, just as Gi-Gi has learned not to chase them.
When not shopping for groceries, Maxim can be found at his home, a generously large house that, despite Maxim’s apparent dislike of noise, is home to several fabulous parties, which are often the talk of the town.
He is actually quite a bossy man, who often (if not always) gets his way. Whether it be with a convincing argument, or a friendly yet convincing smile, Maxim is adept at having his word be law. He is also quite audacious, and while he may seem to prefer acting silent and aloof, he is actually very outspoken, and will not hesitate to voice his opinion if a situation calls for it.
Maxim is also a man of big gestures: he does not feel that as he will only be living on this earth for such a short time, he should be holding back at all. Whether it is making a speech, where he will often use large hand gestures; or throwing a party, where he will not dither, but make sure it is as big as possible an event.
Likes: Dogs – Even the tiny, yapping mess of a poodle that is called Gilles-Gilles (but pronounced Gi-Gi). So long as he can look unbearably cool whilst walking it, it’s fine by Maxim.
Quiet – It is a soothing break from reality.
Shopping for groceries – That way he gets to eat the food that he likes.
Trees – They offer comforting shade in the summer, and make the world smell better.
Dislikes: Noise – It is far too distracting for his tastes.
Overtly bright clothing – Once again on the distracting scale, this rates above a ten.
Television – It’s all noise and colours, and he just can’t find himself concentrating in front of a television.
Strengths: People – Not dealing with them directly, but indirectly: as he did when he was Antoine’s campaign manager.
Being Unnoticeable – Although people might remember him after he’s gone, while he’s in a place, he can blend in like it’s nobody’s business.
Weaknesses: Being noticeable – His eyes give him away when people dare to look at them.
He cares too much about people – Self-explanatory.