Post by maximillion on Jul 9, 2009 23:19:15 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
Maximillion
[/color] Vertilas Xarxes[/b][/font][/size][/color]I am aboy and i am about 27 You can contact mepmI currently live in the GMT-05:00time zone.[/center]Maximillion
••[size12]''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:[/font]Cyborgnetic enhancement.
Medical study and it's use.
Combat of all kinds, especially melee and hand to hand.
Strong willed women.
Meeting others who can stand him and his personality.
Playing Chess.
Humiliating arrogant men.
Fears/Hates:Milk.
Birds.
People who think something is impossible.
Short tempered men.
Candy Canes.
Cowards.
Imbeciles.
Addictions:Committing Murder.
Observing.
Second guessing.
Pocky sticks.
Iced Tea.
Ice cream.
Chocolate.
Skirt Chasing.
Characters Position:[/font] Chinese.
If Other, what is it?:
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Mother: Shena Xarxes. Father: Vertisu Xarxes. No brothers or sisters, he is an only child
Description:
Maximillion is a man who sports the appearance of a seasoned killer, ready to strike or pounce at any moment, like a poisonous serpent of death. Standing at 6,2' and 185 pounds, Maximillion is a man built for speed over power, but that is not to say he is lacking in physical prowess, as he is more than capable of generating just as much strength as the next person. His body is muscular, but not overly so, not bulky as a body-builders frame would be, still incredibly lean and fit, not one once of fat hanging from his body. Amethyst eyes capture a type of cruelty, which is never betraying of this monsters true nature. Eyes that are more narrow and cold than most, casting a glare of uncaring or malevolence. Even though he spends most of his time going from place to place from time to time, Maximillion is mostly pale, with a light hint of peace. He isn't snow white pale, however. Despite his dark appearance, there are some things which cause him to appear feminine, namely his cheek and bone structure. He is particularly handsome, however, having the right facial features, structure, and build, making him extremely good looking. Eye-brows that are rather thin lie higher up above his eyes than usual. His nose is rather pointed and long but not out of proportion. Cheek length red hair falls from his head, longer in the back than in the front, and almost shoulder length in that area. Maximillion wears his hair in two different ways, usually in a swept back and spiked fashion, but occasionally lets it fall downwards wearing it as is. He always carries his sword with him, which is attached to his belt. Despite his appearance, Maximillion is a cyborg, and as such his body is cybernetic unlike a humans. His wrist have retractable blades on them that usually remain hidden.
Personality:[/font]
If there was something about Maximillion that stood out, it would be his deviousness, the latter of which make his actions difficult to anticipate. Maximillion has no conscious, no sense of right or wrong, this causes him to often be at odds with others due to the fact that some of his actions wouldn't be right, or even might be considered right down evil. To really dig a hole, good and evil doesn't exist in his mind, these are two things that are one in the same to him. And because of this is, he is entirely self-interested, and does what he pleases as long as it benefits him in some way without care of the outcome, part of this is, psychopathy. He is the type of person who changes his mind at a rapid pace and takes interest in different things from day to day, yesterdays interest are todays garbage. He also boast extreme confidence in his own abilities, to the point of being non-interested in weather or not the opponent is actually stronger or more intellgent than he is. Maximillion lusts for the thrill of killing powerful warriors in combat, he also receives sexual gratification from the act as well. He possesses a cruel and ruthless side when the time calls for it or he finds something that truly interest him. Despite this, he is fully capable of getting along with almost anyone even if they have conflicting views, or just right down loath him. He is not anti-social in the least, in fact, he is quite the talker to some more so if they can actually get along with the way he is. Maximillion is in no way evil, at least he doesn't consider himself so. Despite the fact that he can commit the abhorrent and inhumane, he doesn't consider his action good or evil, because he simply cannot see the difference, or rather, his mind will not and cannot process it that way. He possesses a number of traits specific to combat, such as being completely calm and in control in most situations, and he is not easy surprised or caught off-guard. He is also highly perceptive, cunning, and analytical when it comes to fighting, and sometimes even when not.
History:
Born in china twenty seven years ago was Maximillion Vertilas Xarxes. He was always a strange creature, even as a child Maximillion was odd, he lacked something that even the most cold blooded person had, a conscious. His family were low class and low income, at the very least poor. Maximillion who found interest in the mundane art of death, didn't care about status or wealth, he enjoyed the scenes of gruesome murder far more. Although not wealthy in the least, with his cunning and intellect, Maximillion conned a noblemen into wagering the funds he needed to attend at the most prestigious university in china, all over a simple game of chess. It wasn't hard for him to conquer the noble, something Maximillion did with glee, making sure to humiliate the man while he was at it. This marked Maximillions entry into higher socity, in which he excelled at whatever he turned his mind to, and before long gained his medical degree and degree in bio-genetics.
At that point in time, the young Maximillion only 17 years of age, worked as a shady, yet top class surgeon in a hospital located in great britain. With his P.H.D in many fields already in his grasp, all he needed to do was whatever he wished to no one would stand in his way, as he made sure that anyone whom did paid the price. On the side, although not particularly known, Maximilllion partook in various cold blooded murders, a side to him that no one but he and his victims knew of. Although the murders where a well known topic to even the public, no one could figure out who the real culprit was, partly due to Maximillion's carefulness, and also no small part to his intellect. By the marking of his 18th birth, Maximillion was already a mass-murderer, having claimed over 200 lives his lack of sense for right or wrong served as a calamity for others. Mixed up in several under-ground operations, or what what usually be considered a terrorist group, Maximillion had experiance in working with Cybornetics, and knowledge of things the commoners weren't privy to, such as various froms of technology stolen from the britannia government.
The ties he held with countless groups out of pure whim would soon be his down fall, as Maximillion performed various experiments on rather unwilling subject, he found a particular interest in the implantation of Geass cancelers. Maximillion was surely one of the brightest minds of his era, but also one of the most insane in his line of work. Since he knew the existance of Geass, and also that of what some called god, his work further down the years became more and more mad. This man well known as a mass-murderer knew nothing as limitation, he believed that nothing was impossible, and where others would stop, he would plung ahead without a seconds hesitation. As he became well known as a muti-talented genius in many fields, both in the underworld of socity, and the overworld, Maxmillion disappeared all too sudden in order to fully pursue his hobby as a mass-murderer.
By this point in time, Maximillion had made many leaps and bounds in the form of bio-genetics and cybornetics, despite this, he was only a killer, nothing more, and nothing less. In terms of meele combat he was almost unrivaled, swiftly killing any opponent, even fully trained soldiers, Maximillion was no mere steet killer. Being how he was, Maximillion's many contacts, hostile, and friendly alike, were all closely monitored. His life caught up with at the age of 27, when he was outnumbered by countless opponents, who managed to, after great difficulty, wear him down. Despite that fact that, he did kill them all, Maximillion was left to die with many wounds, some fatal, some not. Although he feared not death nor did he plan to give in to it, Maximillion lost consciousness, and when he awoke, he was a cyborg. Someone who owed him a favour picked him up and made the adjustments to his body. From that point onwards, Maximillion did whatever he choose to, without exception.
(Sorry if the history is lame. I'm not too strong in that area, but if I need to change anything i'll do so gladly.)[*/code]
Goal or Dream:
[*code]To create the ultimate cyborg, one without flaws or weakness, one that would ultimately be invincible and outclass even an Immortal. One with living flesh-like metal, that could regenerate just as an Immortal could. However, this goal is second place in his book, the first being his desire for battle and wish to live forever doing what he wishes without obstruction. He simply wishes to kill, nothing more, nothing less.[*/code]
••'' Hey! I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction:The Chinese Kingdom.
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
[/color]{* = Required}[/center]*Login Name:maximillion
Location:Hmm, define location, i'm not quite sure on this. If I were to say real life location, than it would be some hospital in ohio. Do correct me if i'm wrong, though.
*Brief example of Role Play:[/font]
An Example from a Bleach Role Playing Forum.[/u]
The cold Arrancar did not notice the human leave, however, he had been randomly searching the surroundings using his Pesquisa since the battle begun. Aion knew that there were one less person in the vicinity, and because the two shinigami and the 4th espada, still bound, were all in his sight, the only one who could have left was the human. One whom was not stranger to battle knew, that this event did not matter at all, the human could not have aided the shinigami nor been a threat to Aion himself, still, there was a lingering feeling of annoyance in the air: Aion hated that one of his prey had escaped him. If there were anything that interested the Espada, it was the death of this man before him, with him gone the Shinigami would be at loss, for they would no longer have a leader leaving them open for attack. Above all else, Aion wanted to know this mans limits, he wanted to know the true power of the Captain Commander: Bankai was not as high as they were able to climb. The Captain Commander blocked the Gran Ray Cero, dodged his attack, blocking his comrade from all damage, and even using a high level hado, as Aion were all too familiar with: Hado 88. Aion raised his brow as the man yelled out his comrades name, his zanpaktou still scraping across the shield that man, the Captain Commander has summoned fourth. Almost instantly, Aion turned his attention to the other Captain, he would have directed full attention on Saito, however, it wasn't as simple as that for turning his back in the Captain Commander would prove most foolish. Aion's seemingly harmless appearance were all but gone, he was rather displeased at this current situation. The fact he would have to play nice and show them his real power was of pure annoyance, part of which was his adjustment to unexpected things, another was the release of his zanpaktou.
"Go ahead, boy. Test your luck. Who knows, you might hit something," he spoke, a cold malignant smile ran across his face.
Watching the white sphere closely, he deduced that it would be problematic but avoidable. The real problem began when the second technique emerged, this was a dangerous one, he could not allow it to hit him at all cost that much was prefectly clear. The Captain pummled from the sky as his attack came at Aion dead on, speaking his name, the 7th squad Captain, Saito, was out of this fight. Despite his attitude, Aion was respectful of strong warriors and thus this man was rewarded, the Espada resolved to kill him last instead of attacking whilst he fell.
Aion instantly pulled his blade from the shield it was still across, pulling it back, aiming the sharp side towards the incoming attack, there were was time for thoughts or plans only one thing: instinct. Instinct was everything a true warrior, or, monster needed, anything and everything else were mere trickles on the water, only add-ons of logic or intellect. Instinctively, Aion pointed out his finger towards the incoming attack, he knew that his unreleased form Cero was not nearly enough to stop this attack, he took a gamble in which if he lost, the Arrancar would lose something. Golden reiatsu gathered at the fingertip, the dense, powerful energy, of a cero as it quickly fired from Aion's finger, hitting the Captain's attack directly only to be destroyed as the powerful technique which headed straight towards the Arrancar. If there was any situation in which one would use both hands, this would be one of those situations, Aion wasn't a fan of Kendo he found it dry and boring. In his opinion, the game was life was much more interesting when cut down with one hand, however, he was no idiot and knew when it was high time to use everything. The Arrancar held his zanpaktou above the high, and with both hands swung the blade at the attack, attempting to block it with his blade alone. The force began to push Aion back and alas, cracking his zanpaktou blade slightly then more and more, leaping backwards with as much speed as he could muster without the use of Sonido, the arrancar lept to the side just missing the attack. All was not well, far from it.........His zanpaktou was now cracked, and he indeed lost something in that gamble, his entire left arm, the win went to the 7th squad Captain, but only one win for the game was still playing out.
He fell.
Not only did the force from the attack take Aion's arm, but also, the attack pummled him to the ground...To watching eyes it may have seem that it had seriously injured him, however, the truth was that Aion was merely playing along like a child in a candy store. While it was true that the attack wounded him enough to make him serious, it was enough to dislodge his calm and childish evil, far from it. He feel just like a lifeless rag doll. No movement. No signs of life. No reiatsu emmited at all. Aion was simply, dead to the world for a few moments, and as it smashed through a building near the ground, still no movement......For five minutes Aion laid prefectly still...The ground began to rumble, buildings began to shake, everything around his landing place were blown into microcephalic pieces... The immense golden reiatsu that lept from his body was unlike anything shown before...
He lept.
A figure darted up into the sky, none other than Aion himself, cracked zanpaktou in hand, left arm dismembered...Passing by Shin without so much as a glance to him....The atmosphere became static as if something were pulling the static electricity out from the air, while the air itself became damp and heavy, the sky became clouded as if marking the start of a foreboding conflict of two great powers..... Aion continued upwards until he was 150 feet above Shin, his movement came screeching to a halt, his zanpaktou's point aimed threatenly at Shin's direction from afar. A clam and controlled Reiatsu flowed from Aion's body, such a vast amount that it covered the entire sky above them, it became static and electrofied, as sparks of lightning lept from the arrancar's zanpaktou and body respectively. His eyes were cold as ice, his face filled with evil intent, yet still carried a look of intellect despite him walking the path of the beast.
" Well, since the game has went this far, my good man. Why don't we up the stakes a little? Your life, or my life. Please, do not use logic in this battle alone, that is boring, use your instincts you half-wit. Well, I suppose you won't have a choice anyways, only one of us will be leaving here, and the other.....Dead!!!" Aion shouted towards Shin, tossing his cracked Zanpaktou high into the air.
"Shower the heavens with despair, Gran Rey de la garra!!! " Aion shouted.
It showered.
It rained.
The sky above covered in countless bolts of lightning, and an bright light, both beautiful with a feel of evil to it.
The resurrecion had begun.
The king rose to take back his throne once again.
The bright light cleared, as if it had never been there at all, the static in the air all but disappeared, but a larger much more vast presence had replaced the stormy weather. Aion appeared 10 feet in front of Shin, fully released, undoubtedly much more than before. The half bird-half humanoid appearance, the length of his arms and back to the top of his hands to his shoulders, were covered in brown scale like feathers..... Brown wings protruded outwards from the middle of his back, the same scale-like feathers covering them...... the wings speckled with colorful red and blue dots and lines...A wing-span of seven feet... Aion's skin became a pale white and was covered in various colorful green lines and zig-zags, as his hierro was reinforced by the Resurreccions release. His hands became clawed with long razor-sharp black talons instead of finger-nails, though they are humanoid and retain the ability to grip things like a humans hands could. The two green tar-drop like markings that extend down to the middle of his cheek-bones are a bright red color, doubling over the sides of his cheeks in a cross like pattern. The green remnants of his hollow mask formed around the left side of his head into a half helmet with colorful red lines across it, a single horn formed on top of the mask. Aion's green scaleras green and his bright orange Iris's sent a cold chilling glare towards the Captain Commander. Aion's outfit changed drastically at the release of his zanpaktou, the clothing on his upper half completely disappeared, as a long drooping red cloak wrapped around his upper half. The color of his pants was replaced by a vibrant red version, also black and white shoes that resemble sandals. Aion's entire body took on a brilliant, almost blinding glow.
The Great King Of The Talon was reborn.
The turbulent flow of Aion's vast reiatsu made it feel as if the air was stiff, or, suffocating...however. Aion knew to this man that it most likely wouldn't have any such effect, he was no mere underling, he was the head of the shinigami. Aion hoped that he was not overestimating this man, he knew that overestimating was far worse a sin than underestimating was. This man had fended off his attacks, whilist he was still in his sealed state, this was still not an easy task. If there was one thing Aion was, it was an observer, openingly admitting that he himself was no more than a vicious that existed for no purpose or reason, creating a reason for himself that was pure evil, and living for the sake of destruction following the path of the beast. He was a pure existance, one of pure evil, he lived by the simplest of things that exist, simply, by following his instincts and whims doing as he wished allowing no one to stand in his path not even this man. Aion had no plans to change, nor would he ever, the only thing left was to kill, to murder this man before. Ruthlessly attacking until he ceased to exist, showing no mercy or caring. The Captain Commander before him was an obstacle just like any other, nothing more and nothing less, he wouldn't deal with him in any different way, jsut as any other creature to come before the former Vasto Lorde. Logic had no place in battle, however, with any creature that possessed human intellect it was an unavoidable encounter, thus despite that fact, logic was still used, even by Aion. Normally, any creature who used such a thing was disadvantaged against one who used pure primitive instincts, however, for some such as Aion who used a potent combination, it was undeniably a powerful combination.
He sneered.
" Be they Gods or Devils, anything that stands in my path will meet their demise, and the land be annihilated so it may bear no fruit of life...."[/color] He stated.
" I do not have that arrogance some of my kind have, I don't believe i'm the most powerful creature, or, that I cannot be beaten. There are some out there that might exceed my power, or, perhaps are my equal, maybe you are, maybe not. I'm different from anything that you've faced, I assure you of that, boy. I can tell, despite being Captain Commander, you do not have the feeling of someone who has lived in the dark side of life, a killer, that of an old being......Well, no matter. None of that really matters now, does it. I follow the simplest path possible, despite it being that of a beast, I am following my instincts and even against someone stronger that could kill me. I will not falter. I will not fear death. I will continue ahead, and to do so, rack up as high of a body count as need be. Life is a game. That is all it is," Aion firmly stated.
He disappeared.
Aion disappeared in a single instant, moving faster than the eye could see he appeared behind Shin, his razor sharp talons pointed out towards the Captain Commanders back, attempting to impale the man with his claws. His wounds had been healed due to the release of his zanpaktou, but more importantly, his arm had regenerated thanks to his power of high speed regeneration
*Role Playing Experience in Years:{Name also the types of site you have Role Play in, and the type of characters you played.Do not forget to mention the years of this interesting Experience![/center]
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I'm honestly not sure how, but the coding seems to have messed itself up, i dunno how.
