[BCOLOR=transparent]Name: Maxwell Kingsley Everett[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Age: 19[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Birthday: 8/13[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Gender: Male[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Class: College[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Grade: Freshman[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]College Major: History major, Drama minor[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Appearance Description: Maxwell’s eyes are a pale, piercing blue, which almost seem to look straight through you. Maxwell’s hair is curly and medium length, colored sandy blonde, with a neatly trimmed stubble bordering his face. He has a wiry build, very muscular, but not very much meat on his bones to be found. His tanned skin reflects the long days he once spent out working long days in the fields, although his clothing betrays that impression. He is very well dressed, often wearing formal clothing for no practical reason, simply because he likes to make a good impression, and after all, it wasn’t that long ago that people dressed like this all the time.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Across his chest and left arm, a scar from a burn covers Maxwell, trailing up his side and down his arm, extending to his wrist. For this reason, he usually keeps his arm covered up. On his right bicep, a tattoo is present, showing a pair of crossed guns in front of an insignia of a silver bullet, with the phrase “Fiat justitia, ruat caelum” on a scroll in front[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Typically he mixes old-fashioned styles with a modern flair, his favored outfit usually consisting of a blue blazer with a white undershirt, a red bandanna or scarf wrapped around his neck, and a simple pair of jeans with a dark leather belt, the insignia of The Order on the buckle, with various markings across it, detailing out things like previous kills, the master under which he served, and his long heiratege. He typically also sports a good pair of boots or at least some running shoes, and to top off the ensemble, he often sports a black gunslinger hat, with ceremonial markings across the rim, paired with silver bullet casings, so that any who know the symbol of the order may recognise him.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Personality Description: Maxwell is a strange mixture of desire for order and longing for freedom, which has been heavily influenced by his less than pleasant upbringing. He’s a big roller coaster of emotions, and while to some he may seem unpredictable, those who learn to control him have gained a powerful ally. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Maxwell himself usually often acts reckless and irrational until he feels it is time to get serious and stop clowning around. Maxwell can shift from carefree and fun loving to dark and serious on a moment’s notice, and is very hard for most people to read. He is also very adept at hiding his own emotions, consequently, and often does so without even trying. He has been called cold, calculating, and cynical by some, and reckless, emotional, and careless by others, all within the same order.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Maxwell often struggles between white and grey morality, treading the dangerous line that leads to darkness. He believes in always doing what is right, but sometimes it is hard for him to tell just what is right and what is wrong. As a member of the order, sometimes he has to decide these things on a moment’s notice, and, sometimes, he wonders if he made the right call.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Powers:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]La Forza Del Destino[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Maxwell’s signature weapon takes the shape of a classic, Italian-styled, double-action revolver, with a six-shot cylinder and a custom, heavily engraved finish, complete with a bright white paint job and an ivory handle. In terms of performance, the weapon fires bullets that move significantly faster than a regular bullet, due to the projectiles being unaffected by environmental factors such as gravity and wind resistance. This is due to the bullets not actually taking a physical form, but rather, are made of pure energy. The user can generate bullets as needed in the same way they generate the weapon, and must reload every six shots. The user is able to generate up to 60 rounds of ammunition at once, and regain 6 more each minute, although they cannot obtain more than 60 shots. The weapon can fire as fast as the trigger can be pulled. This also means that the weapon can inflict physical damage as well as the effect it generates naturally[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The weapon itself is also not actually a physical object, but rather, a construct of the user’s own soul. La Forza is an ancient weapon, and has taken many forms, varying from user to user. It has been passed down for generations through a rather unusual means. You see, the weapon is a construct of not only the soul of the user, but also the souls of all of his or her past lives. Over the years, these lives have gained knowledge and experience far beyond that which a single person could summon. Sealed within the weapon is the experience of hundreds of expert marksman. although the knowledge and experience are locked within the weapon, and must be unlocked to use.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Because of its nature as a construct of the soul, Forza cannot be separated from the user, and, if knocked out of their hand, will simply fade from existence, returning to Maxwell. Maxwell can phase the weapon in and out as he wishes, able to make it appear anywhere relative to himself, so long as he is touching it at least indirectly (Through clothing counts, touching the ground does not), and making it vanish again. He can call upon Forza at any time, regardless of the situation. This also means that the weapon cannot be permanently destroyed or damaged, as any damage will simply be regenerated when the weapon is reformed, although Maxwell will have to phase it out in order to do this.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Finally, Forza has one additional effect. Any target hit by Forza’s bullets will find that any supernatural powers they possess are “drained,” meaning that they work at half their usual potency. This effect lasts for five minutes, and will stack for every projectile that hits the target, meaning that the potency of their powers will be cut in half once more for each time a bullet hits them. When the target’s powers are drained to less than ⅛, they are essentially useless. The duration of the effect will not stack, however, but will “Refresh,” making it go back to five minutes each time a projectile hits. Because of the nature of the projectile, the bullet will vanish shortly after contact is made, meaning it is impossible to trace the bullet.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Ancestors Guide Me[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Also drawn from Forza is Maxwell’s superhuman agility, which allows him to react and move fast enough to turn and shoot bullets out of the air in one swift motion. This speed does not extend to long distance movement, but rather, short, point to point movement, such as a dodge, a punch, or a jump. He cannot sustain this speed when running for any sort of long distance, effectively limiting his range of motion to 10 meters, but within that range, he is capable of dodging bullets, firing at multiple targets in a fraction of a second, and essentially moving too fast for the untrained eye to perceive. It also grants him perfect coordination, making him able to do moves that the average person could not, such as backflips and other acrobatics. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]This power is drawn directly through the shared souls of his ancestors contained in Forza, and may be used even if Forza is not present, with Forza simply being a conduit for the user to gain their powers.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography: Maxwell was born into this world as an only child of a middle class family who lived in the wilds of Alaska. It was there that he learned how to be his own man, how to survive, and most important to him, how to shoot. His parents were the best he could have asked for, and they taught him right from wrong, as well as what a real, honest day’s work felt like. Unfortunately, all good things cannot go on forever. When Maxwell was 10, a truck pulled into the driveway of their secluded cabin, and he knew there was going to be trouble. His dad went out the door to ask what they needed, thinking perhaps they simply were lost. The passenger calmly held out his hand and sent out a blast of fire, incinerating his dad.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]They entered the house and took both Maxwell and his mother, inflicting third-degree burns on him in the struggle. They threw them in the truck, bound and gagged, and took them back to a ship. Loaded onto the ship, Maxwell found himself bound towards a secluded island off the coast of Alaska, where few dared brave the icy waters. There, his new, cruel life began. They had been “Conscripted” by a slave trafficking organization, with hundreds of slaves under their control. The island was hidden by supernatural means, most of the slavers possessing supernatural powers. Max tried his best to make the most of what he had, but he knew deep down that he and his mother had no chance of hope.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]That was, until he found out he was more than just a boy. When he was 14, a master quarreled with Max, and forced him to the rack for lashing, Without thinking, without even making a mental order to do so, Max’s arm raised itself, conjured Forza, and fired, blowing the man’s head clean off. He wasn’t even in control, but he flipped himself over the rack, shooting the lock, and freeing himself. He wouldn’t have made it far if not for sheer luck. A man there was watching, another slaver, and without missing a beat, a bullet struck the only other slaver present, who had been just about to blast Maxwell into nothingness. The man ushered for Max to follow, and quickly explained he was working undercover and was trying to free them, but now that they had identified Max, they had no time to waste. They had to move, now. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Max did what was asked of him, and allies appeared everywhere, staging a coup upon the slavers. This had been in the works for years, Max had simply sparked it. A long battle left Max tired and weary, and at the same time, excited and amazed with both his powers and freedom. The man who had freed him explained who they were; The Order of the Silver Bullet. A group of holy knights dedicated to eradicating abusers of supernatural powers, wherever it may lead them. He was asked to join, and Maxwell accepted, finding a new home, both for himself, and his mother. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He learned that many of the members did not possess supernatural powers themselves, but rather, used tools similar to Max’s pistol to even the odds. Members that did possess supernatural powers were often highly esteemed and placed in high ranks, although Maxwell was required to complete basic training first. His time as a slave taught him discipline and hard work, so the basic training felt like a vacation to him. Once completed, he was given the rank of Field Knight, and charged to leave the headquarters and investigate himself; A Field Knight was given more freedom than any other operative. They could live out their lives as they saw fit, but always remained loyal to the order, and would always return if summoned. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Max learned of Starlight Academy and enrolled himself, deciding it was the best way to both make a life for himself and keep himself in the best position to find targets that abused their powers. He enrolled as a college student, having received a high school education from the Order, and sought out both justice for his peers and freedom for himself.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Age: 19[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Birthday: 8/13[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Gender: Male[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Class: College[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Grade: Freshman[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]College Major: History major, Drama minor[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Appearance Description: Maxwell’s eyes are a pale, piercing blue, which almost seem to look straight through you. Maxwell’s hair is curly and medium length, colored sandy blonde, with a neatly trimmed stubble bordering his face. He has a wiry build, very muscular, but not very much meat on his bones to be found. His tanned skin reflects the long days he once spent out working long days in the fields, although his clothing betrays that impression. He is very well dressed, often wearing formal clothing for no practical reason, simply because he likes to make a good impression, and after all, it wasn’t that long ago that people dressed like this all the time.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Across his chest and left arm, a scar from a burn covers Maxwell, trailing up his side and down his arm, extending to his wrist. For this reason, he usually keeps his arm covered up. On his right bicep, a tattoo is present, showing a pair of crossed guns in front of an insignia of a silver bullet, with the phrase “Fiat justitia, ruat caelum” on a scroll in front[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Typically he mixes old-fashioned styles with a modern flair, his favored outfit usually consisting of a blue blazer with a white undershirt, a red bandanna or scarf wrapped around his neck, and a simple pair of jeans with a dark leather belt, the insignia of The Order on the buckle, with various markings across it, detailing out things like previous kills, the master under which he served, and his long heiratege. He typically also sports a good pair of boots or at least some running shoes, and to top off the ensemble, he often sports a black gunslinger hat, with ceremonial markings across the rim, paired with silver bullet casings, so that any who know the symbol of the order may recognise him.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Personality Description: Maxwell is a strange mixture of desire for order and longing for freedom, which has been heavily influenced by his less than pleasant upbringing. He’s a big roller coaster of emotions, and while to some he may seem unpredictable, those who learn to control him have gained a powerful ally. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Maxwell himself usually often acts reckless and irrational until he feels it is time to get serious and stop clowning around. Maxwell can shift from carefree and fun loving to dark and serious on a moment’s notice, and is very hard for most people to read. He is also very adept at hiding his own emotions, consequently, and often does so without even trying. He has been called cold, calculating, and cynical by some, and reckless, emotional, and careless by others, all within the same order.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Maxwell often struggles between white and grey morality, treading the dangerous line that leads to darkness. He believes in always doing what is right, but sometimes it is hard for him to tell just what is right and what is wrong. As a member of the order, sometimes he has to decide these things on a moment’s notice, and, sometimes, he wonders if he made the right call.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Powers:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]La Forza Del Destino[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Maxwell’s signature weapon takes the shape of a classic, Italian-styled, double-action revolver, with a six-shot cylinder and a custom, heavily engraved finish, complete with a bright white paint job and an ivory handle. In terms of performance, the weapon fires bullets that move significantly faster than a regular bullet, due to the projectiles being unaffected by environmental factors such as gravity and wind resistance. This is due to the bullets not actually taking a physical form, but rather, are made of pure energy. The user can generate bullets as needed in the same way they generate the weapon, and must reload every six shots. The user is able to generate up to 60 rounds of ammunition at once, and regain 6 more each minute, although they cannot obtain more than 60 shots. The weapon can fire as fast as the trigger can be pulled. This also means that the weapon can inflict physical damage as well as the effect it generates naturally[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The weapon itself is also not actually a physical object, but rather, a construct of the user’s own soul. La Forza is an ancient weapon, and has taken many forms, varying from user to user. It has been passed down for generations through a rather unusual means. You see, the weapon is a construct of not only the soul of the user, but also the souls of all of his or her past lives. Over the years, these lives have gained knowledge and experience far beyond that which a single person could summon. Sealed within the weapon is the experience of hundreds of expert marksman. although the knowledge and experience are locked within the weapon, and must be unlocked to use.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Because of its nature as a construct of the soul, Forza cannot be separated from the user, and, if knocked out of their hand, will simply fade from existence, returning to Maxwell. Maxwell can phase the weapon in and out as he wishes, able to make it appear anywhere relative to himself, so long as he is touching it at least indirectly (Through clothing counts, touching the ground does not), and making it vanish again. He can call upon Forza at any time, regardless of the situation. This also means that the weapon cannot be permanently destroyed or damaged, as any damage will simply be regenerated when the weapon is reformed, although Maxwell will have to phase it out in order to do this.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Finally, Forza has one additional effect. Any target hit by Forza’s bullets will find that any supernatural powers they possess are “drained,” meaning that they work at half their usual potency. This effect lasts for five minutes, and will stack for every projectile that hits the target, meaning that the potency of their powers will be cut in half once more for each time a bullet hits them. When the target’s powers are drained to less than ⅛, they are essentially useless. The duration of the effect will not stack, however, but will “Refresh,” making it go back to five minutes each time a projectile hits. Because of the nature of the projectile, the bullet will vanish shortly after contact is made, meaning it is impossible to trace the bullet.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Ancestors Guide Me[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Also drawn from Forza is Maxwell’s superhuman agility, which allows him to react and move fast enough to turn and shoot bullets out of the air in one swift motion. This speed does not extend to long distance movement, but rather, short, point to point movement, such as a dodge, a punch, or a jump. He cannot sustain this speed when running for any sort of long distance, effectively limiting his range of motion to 10 meters, but within that range, he is capable of dodging bullets, firing at multiple targets in a fraction of a second, and essentially moving too fast for the untrained eye to perceive. It also grants him perfect coordination, making him able to do moves that the average person could not, such as backflips and other acrobatics. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]This power is drawn directly through the shared souls of his ancestors contained in Forza, and may be used even if Forza is not present, with Forza simply being a conduit for the user to gain their powers.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Biography: Maxwell was born into this world as an only child of a middle class family who lived in the wilds of Alaska. It was there that he learned how to be his own man, how to survive, and most important to him, how to shoot. His parents were the best he could have asked for, and they taught him right from wrong, as well as what a real, honest day’s work felt like. Unfortunately, all good things cannot go on forever. When Maxwell was 10, a truck pulled into the driveway of their secluded cabin, and he knew there was going to be trouble. His dad went out the door to ask what they needed, thinking perhaps they simply were lost. The passenger calmly held out his hand and sent out a blast of fire, incinerating his dad.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]They entered the house and took both Maxwell and his mother, inflicting third-degree burns on him in the struggle. They threw them in the truck, bound and gagged, and took them back to a ship. Loaded onto the ship, Maxwell found himself bound towards a secluded island off the coast of Alaska, where few dared brave the icy waters. There, his new, cruel life began. They had been “Conscripted” by a slave trafficking organization, with hundreds of slaves under their control. The island was hidden by supernatural means, most of the slavers possessing supernatural powers. Max tried his best to make the most of what he had, but he knew deep down that he and his mother had no chance of hope.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]That was, until he found out he was more than just a boy. When he was 14, a master quarreled with Max, and forced him to the rack for lashing, Without thinking, without even making a mental order to do so, Max’s arm raised itself, conjured Forza, and fired, blowing the man’s head clean off. He wasn’t even in control, but he flipped himself over the rack, shooting the lock, and freeing himself. He wouldn’t have made it far if not for sheer luck. A man there was watching, another slaver, and without missing a beat, a bullet struck the only other slaver present, who had been just about to blast Maxwell into nothingness. The man ushered for Max to follow, and quickly explained he was working undercover and was trying to free them, but now that they had identified Max, they had no time to waste. They had to move, now. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Max did what was asked of him, and allies appeared everywhere, staging a coup upon the slavers. This had been in the works for years, Max had simply sparked it. A long battle left Max tired and weary, and at the same time, excited and amazed with both his powers and freedom. The man who had freed him explained who they were; The Order of the Silver Bullet. A group of holy knights dedicated to eradicating abusers of supernatural powers, wherever it may lead them. He was asked to join, and Maxwell accepted, finding a new home, both for himself, and his mother. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He learned that many of the members did not possess supernatural powers themselves, but rather, used tools similar to Max’s pistol to even the odds. Members that did possess supernatural powers were often highly esteemed and placed in high ranks, although Maxwell was required to complete basic training first. His time as a slave taught him discipline and hard work, so the basic training felt like a vacation to him. Once completed, he was given the rank of Field Knight, and charged to leave the headquarters and investigate himself; A Field Knight was given more freedom than any other operative. They could live out their lives as they saw fit, but always remained loyal to the order, and would always return if summoned. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Max learned of Starlight Academy and enrolled himself, deciding it was the best way to both make a life for himself and keep himself in the best position to find targets that abused their powers. He enrolled as a college student, having received a high school education from the Order, and sought out both justice for his peers and freedom for himself.[/BCOLOR]
