Maxine Evans
Jul 22, 2018 19:14:57 GMT
Post by Maxine Evans on Jul 22, 2018 19:14:57 GMT
Name:
Maxine Evans
Nicknames:
Max, Maxamillion, Film Brain
Birthday:
November 5th - 16 - Scorpio
Personality:
Maxine Evans lives her life behind a screen, documenting everything around her - be it a robin singing, a sunset blooming, or a tooth flying out of a wanker's mouth. Max is usually the first to go into an abandoned underground station or an empty house - especially if she has a camera on her to film it and narrate over it. She tends to overplay her accent, playing up the 'posh' stereotype Americans have of Brits.
At first glance, people tend to mistake Maxine’s reservation for arrogance. In actuality, it’s more a mixture of cultural formality and low self-esteem. She tends to be a perfectionist, believing that you should put your all in anything you do. Unfortunately, this also means that if something doesn't look quite right to her, she'll put her camera down and head over to 'help' you - whether you want it or not.
If you get past her walls, she is actually excitable, with a love for banter and geeking out over movies or theatre. Most of the time, Max tries to live under the belief that things always work out in the end. Under duress however, she tends to emotionally shut down and detach from reality - appearing unempathetic at times as a result. She has a morbid sense of humor, a love for puns, and usually takes on too many projects at once.
Likes: Films, theatre, cooking/fine cruise, sitting by the ocean, carpentry, urban exploration, secret comic book geek
Dislikes: Driving, bees, hugs, rejection, bees, wasps, the fact she has to sleep, bees, having other people touch her stuff, pocket knives, did I mention bees?
Looks:
• Height: 5'7" (173 cm)
• Hair Color: Short black hair with subtle gold tips
• Eye Color: Dark Brown
Wears pearl earrings, has a burn mark on her upper right arm
Backstory:
Maxine Evans grew up the adopted only child of a middle-class family in Westminster (London). Her mother worked as a scenic designer for the National Theatre. She would sometimes bring scale models at home, asking Maxine for her opinions on color, shape or style. Her father was an English teacher, a larger-than-life, boisterous man who acted stories to Maxine every night with a twinkle in his eye, and a sweep of his arm.
She would always cherish those memories.
When Maxine was 14, her father would forget where he placed his keys. What day it was… food, places. Names. Max would later recall one night where the cops knocked on the door. Her father had been wandering the streets, lost and confused for hours. He looked at her. She was a stranger to him.
As he languished at home, Max realized she was beginning to forget the man he used to be - the sound of his laughter, the glint in his eyes, the warmth of his smile… replaced by this husked and hollowed figure sitting the couch. During those last months, Max tried to escape - watching movies, TV, studying, helping out her high school's drama club, throwing herself into everything, anything to forget what was happening at home.
Later during the autopsy, the doctors would find her father’s brain akin to swiss cheese.
Her mother took extra shifts and various odd jobs to pay for the rent/bills as a single mother. Maxine took a part-time job at a cafe to help out. During the night, Max took to urban exploration - exploring tunnels, climbing buildings, filming old and forgotten places to upload to her Youtube vlog.
During Year 11 (10th Grade), her high school offered an exchange program between Westlake and Maverick High. Max didn't think she had a chance due her lack of funds, but her drama teacher advocated for her - and much to her surprise, she got selected for a special academic scholarship. Her mother was at first reluctant to let her go, but she realized Max was growing up and needed a chance to explore who she wanted to be. Max promised to send her documentaries of her time in the States.
Upon arriving in the States, she hit some major culture shock. The city was far more spaced-out than London, the grocery stores had too many selections, the food portions huge…. and the high school social system alien. Thankfully her exchange family, the Louis’s, helped her out – a large, friendly family with three middle school kids and a love for cuisine. Still, Max had some difficulties fitting in the culture of Maverick… until Veronica took her aside and introduced her to the Drama Club, offering a chance for her to make a documentary of the club. Remembering her mother’s job, her father’s stories, she leapt at the chance.
“Memories fail, love – but film remains.”
Maxine Evans
Nicknames:
Max, Maxamillion, Film Brain
Birthday:
November 5th - 16 - Scorpio
Personality:
Maxine Evans lives her life behind a screen, documenting everything around her - be it a robin singing, a sunset blooming, or a tooth flying out of a wanker's mouth. Max is usually the first to go into an abandoned underground station or an empty house - especially if she has a camera on her to film it and narrate over it. She tends to overplay her accent, playing up the 'posh' stereotype Americans have of Brits.
At first glance, people tend to mistake Maxine’s reservation for arrogance. In actuality, it’s more a mixture of cultural formality and low self-esteem. She tends to be a perfectionist, believing that you should put your all in anything you do. Unfortunately, this also means that if something doesn't look quite right to her, she'll put her camera down and head over to 'help' you - whether you want it or not.
If you get past her walls, she is actually excitable, with a love for banter and geeking out over movies or theatre. Most of the time, Max tries to live under the belief that things always work out in the end. Under duress however, she tends to emotionally shut down and detach from reality - appearing unempathetic at times as a result. She has a morbid sense of humor, a love for puns, and usually takes on too many projects at once.
Likes: Films, theatre, cooking/fine cruise, sitting by the ocean, carpentry, urban exploration, secret comic book geek
Dislikes: Driving, bees, hugs, rejection, bees, wasps, the fact she has to sleep, bees, having other people touch her stuff, pocket knives, did I mention bees?
Looks:
• Height: 5'7" (173 cm)
• Hair Color: Short black hair with subtle gold tips
• Eye Color: Dark Brown
Wears pearl earrings, has a burn mark on her upper right arm
Backstory:
Maxine Evans grew up the adopted only child of a middle-class family in Westminster (London). Her mother worked as a scenic designer for the National Theatre. She would sometimes bring scale models at home, asking Maxine for her opinions on color, shape or style. Her father was an English teacher, a larger-than-life, boisterous man who acted stories to Maxine every night with a twinkle in his eye, and a sweep of his arm.
She would always cherish those memories.
When Maxine was 14, her father would forget where he placed his keys. What day it was… food, places. Names. Max would later recall one night where the cops knocked on the door. Her father had been wandering the streets, lost and confused for hours. He looked at her. She was a stranger to him.
As he languished at home, Max realized she was beginning to forget the man he used to be - the sound of his laughter, the glint in his eyes, the warmth of his smile… replaced by this husked and hollowed figure sitting the couch. During those last months, Max tried to escape - watching movies, TV, studying, helping out her high school's drama club, throwing herself into everything, anything to forget what was happening at home.
Later during the autopsy, the doctors would find her father’s brain akin to swiss cheese.
Her mother took extra shifts and various odd jobs to pay for the rent/bills as a single mother. Maxine took a part-time job at a cafe to help out. During the night, Max took to urban exploration - exploring tunnels, climbing buildings, filming old and forgotten places to upload to her Youtube vlog.
During Year 11 (10th Grade), her high school offered an exchange program between Westlake and Maverick High. Max didn't think she had a chance due her lack of funds, but her drama teacher advocated for her - and much to her surprise, she got selected for a special academic scholarship. Her mother was at first reluctant to let her go, but she realized Max was growing up and needed a chance to explore who she wanted to be. Max promised to send her documentaries of her time in the States.
Upon arriving in the States, she hit some major culture shock. The city was far more spaced-out than London, the grocery stores had too many selections, the food portions huge…. and the high school social system alien. Thankfully her exchange family, the Louis’s, helped her out – a large, friendly family with three middle school kids and a love for cuisine. Still, Max had some difficulties fitting in the culture of Maverick… until Veronica took her aside and introduced her to the Drama Club, offering a chance for her to make a documentary of the club. Remembering her mother’s job, her father’s stories, she leapt at the chance.
“Memories fail, love – but film remains.”