seymour, maxim conner

[maxim conner seymour]

Maxim Conner Seymour !
Play time for the young and rich.
Ignore me if you see me cause i just don't give a shit.
The city is at war.
Bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends

THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

[/b][/color] Maxim Conner Seymour
nickname(s): none, face death if you give him one
age: Twenty five
birthday: November 12th
sexuality: straight
grade: he's already out of school so there. x D
job: Resident/Doctor/Surgeon [/font][/size][/ul]

THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

[/b][/color] 6'5"
weight: 160
body type: Lean, but well muscled
hair and eyes: Tawny brown, Jade green
distinguishing features: None
clothing style: He'll wear anything. Nothing is off-limits to him except women's clothes. That's just something he would never do. Most of the time, when he's working he looks professional, but when he's out on the town and not under massive amounts of stress, he wears things that could make any woman melt. Every things seems to just fit him perfectly and you would think him to be a living Adonis if you ever got the chance to imagine him that way.
overall appearance: His hair is as bright as the sun, but can look like a mousy brown when the light is not as good as it should be. Maxim is build like a runner, who also plays soccer. If that makes any since. He tends to wear anything from jeans and a t-shirt to shorts and nothing on top. His shoes are converse, vans, sandals and bare feet. His hair is a dark brown color with light brown hight lights throughout it. All this is natural. He did nothing to it. Guess he's blessed. His eyes are dark chocolate brown, but they seem lighter than that thanks to the dusting of gold and green sparks in his eyes. He tends to like to run around naked.[/font][/size][/ul]

I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

[/b][/color]
- Equines
- Reading
- Writing
- Good Wine
- Ghosts
- Being scared
- Sweet things
- Painting
- Trying new things
- Thunderstorms
dislikes:
- Spicy things
- People
- Labels
- Bad movies
- Strong scents
- Bullies
- People making fun of his name
- His family
- Talking about his life
- Bad music
strengths:
- Running
- Stealing hearts
- Breaking hearts
- His Adonis good looks
weaknesses:
- Saying goodbye
- Being safe
- Loyalty
- Being unserious
habits:
- Painting images
- Tapping pens
- Being creative
fears:
- Hurting someone
- Learning to hope
- Hurting himself
- Sporks
secrets:
- Used to be a fat kid
- Had sex with a professor one
personality: Maxim has a mixture of a personality. If you are kind to him, then he will return the favor. As soon as you do something against him you can expect his short temper to flare. Placing a burr under his ass is the worst thing to do. Once his anger snaps, it does not cool quickly. No, he will be in a fury until he finds someone to exact his revenge. Though if you can manage to get on his good side and befriend him, you will forever be favored and respected in ways you could not expect to be treated by someone with such a temperament. Though it is best to stay aloofed and distant from him, do not in any way disrespect him or you will never gain his trust.

Something no one would ever think about him is his love for animals. Walk into his house and you'll find Irish Wolfhounds and several other breeds of dogs. There is never a stall empty in his barn either. Though he may breed and sell them, you can expect him to be wondering your way after a time to make sure that equine is being taken care of, as soon as he sees any mistreatment, that horse will be taken from you once more. Though he has never been known to cry over a lost animal, he has been seen sulking about after one had been lost.

There are those rare moments when you can walk into his study only to find him working on paper work and yet there are those other times when you can find him with his feet propped on his desk and a book in his hands. Those are the times when you can get away with watching him in relaxed repose. Many times he can be found drinking wine while he reads and it makes you wonder what he's thinking, since he keeps most of those things to himself. He has never been known to keep women around for more than a few weeks and none of them have managed at being his Mistress.[/font][/size][/ul]

YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

[/b][/color] London, England
mother: Emma, 49 & Doctor
father: Christopher, 50 & Lawyer
siblings: None
pets: Boon, 10, Irish Wolfhound
Con, 7, Irish Wolfhound
Jade, 4, Irish Wolfhound
Frank, 6, Pug
Casimir, 8, Oldenburg Gelding
other family: None
history: Childhood
Maxim was raised to be the perfect son even before he knew what destiny would befall him. Other than that, his childhood was fairly normal. Maxim learned how to ride a horse and how to fence. He was always up to no good though, which is not something that fits into his future personality, but that's a story for later. He was very good in his studies and always got high marks from his tutors. It was amazing to see how many other high class people wanted their daughters to marry him before he was even of age to be deciding those things.

Teen hood
This was the hardest time of his life. When he was more reckless than before. His parents had died at sea, when the Irish attacked them. Though soon after that, the small war was ended. It wasn't something new to these people. The Irish and English were always fighting, but he was in a fury. He didn't know what to do after he had lost them. Maxim was of age to take over the title and lands that were his inheritance, but he wasn't sure if he wanted them. So many memories were there and it was a burning ache to wonder those halls alone except for the maid and other help as well as, visiting high class people.

Adulthood
Well, in the end he did take over the lands and other assets that his parents left him. Other people still tried to talk him into marrying their daughters, but he always told them that he would only marry for love. Even so, Maxim cooled his recklessness into something unlike him. He stuck to the adventures that occurred with in the pages of a novel and only rarely traveled to Germany and other places. It just wasn't his style anymore to play the fool, though he still hopes to find love. One day though, something hit him and he moved to the mansion his parents owned in Rome and there he remains.[/font][/size][/ul]

I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

[/b][/color] Elise
role-playing experience: 9 - 10 years
age: 17 almost, on Thursday the 12th. = 3
anything else: Nope
RP sample: Her slicing words were nothing to me. I'd grown rather used to harsh statements and they fazed me no more than a fly landing on a horse's ass. I could handle the sting of rejection. I'd faced it all my life. Well, normally that rejection was because of other things. I folded my arms acrossed my chest and stared the man who had served her down as he glanced back to look at her only to come face to face with my cold gaze. He gulped, almost as if someone had cut off his hair. My eyes dropped and a smirk danced over sculpted lips. My finger nails left crescent marks in my skin. Ah, the lose of my temper would sorely harm that poor boy. I felt bad knowing that I had inflicted a taste of my talent on him. That would keep him from swooning over this tramp to much. I leaned forward, unfolding my arms and bracing them on the table. "Darling, I'm all of those and more. You'll soon find that out." I smiled vapidly, before turning my back to her and staring out at the crowd of people. It was funny to look out at them and realize that the massive amount of space they gave me was because of the media news that had been spread throughout Ireland for years.

I shoved away from her, eyes locked on all the people around me. Ugh, the smell of these sweet, sickly creatures. How sicking they were. My feet glided over the ground, head held proudly and muscles rippling like water in a creek. I was handsome as the devil and not many of these folk noticed how iced over my eyes really were. They just thought maybe I'd lost something or that I'd had an argument with someone dear to me. That was all bullshit. They were all so damn cheerful. Each one of them acted as if life was the greatest blessing the Earth had to give, well screw that. My boot sliced over the ground, scaring it with the power I forced down upon it. I looked like a raving beast for just several moment before I cooled my passions and sauntered forward. Each motion was elegant and well poised. The motions were nearly perfect. Dark locks licked against my forehead where they were just long enough to rest just above the optics that watch each flitty motion of the people that wondered here and my eyes cast about. Hm, I felt so powerful for some reason. This wasn't something that I normally felt. Most of the time I just felt. . . normal and boring.

The shuddering of each muscle as I moved was enough to drive me insane. What was I so excited about. Maybe it was the anticipation that I may or may not get into a fight while I was here. Beating some poor creature up sounded more than a little exciting to someone like me. It was something I more than likely dreamed of. It would be heaven just to ram my fist into the flesh of another human being. Drive my bunched together fingers into some poor soul's neck, shoulder anything. Well, maybe not anything. Essh. How my mind ran away with me sometimes. I released a sigh, trying to force back some unwanted angst. Yeah, like that was going to work. I wasn't one who could easily sway my own nature. A low chuckle followed that sigh, before another sound came after that. This sound could only be described as a bored, disinterested groan. My life was one waking nightmare after the other you could say. Oh well, life couldn't get any worse. I plodded on, lifting one foot after the other. That was all I could do was keep on walking, keep moving forward.

I shifted my pace from my smooth walk to my lavish jog, knees high and muscles rippling like smooth water over sharp rocks. I wondered what I would find here. The foolish girl had nearly slipped my mind, as had the people that shuddered away from me. Mothers pulled children close, while others turned their faces away in disgust. The sky darkened and I glared at it as if it had committed some offense against me. As if it had somehow rained on my parade. That was a hard thing to do seeing as I had just found myself some fun. Something to do and enjoy until I grew bored, or took something with me. Hm, now wouldn't that just be dandy. I came back down to Earth with a quaking sigh, allowing my head to drop down shadowing my dark gaze. I was quit a sight for anyone who turned to gaze at the vivacious young man.

There was no master to call me back, no being to settle my icy fury or my ruthless hate. A sneer colored my face, distorting it into something ugly and other worldly. My foot scuffed against the ground, just as I came to a slow walk at the place I had been sitting to begin with. I tossed a look over my shoulder as one daring female walked my way, I sneered at her and she turned away without a single word. I would wait and play out my time. Dance and prance for all to see. I do as I wished, play with what I wanted. Who cared if a bloody bitch ignored me. I would have my day. I would not surrender or faulter. I would stand tall and proud and give her something to look at and want. My baritone laugh rose out into the air, shivering and echoing upon the air, screaming acrossed the winds and filling the lands with an ominous sound.

Never give up, that was something I believed. Never give in was yet another. It was not like me to turn tail and run, high tailing it from any fight. Near obsidian dark locks covered even darker gaze, making other quiver and shake with fear like the adrenaline that was sparking within my heart and mind at the very moment. No matter my looks there was something ice cold and deadly hidden within me. Sure, you could tell me I was weak, tell me I was worthless. Well, screw you too. Go ahead and beat me down like every other being that has met me. I'll still be stronger. I'll still be faster. You'll be begging for mercy by the end of this battle. This battle of sexual dominance, heated words and a wonderful titles. I call you to me now. Come play my game and know that I will not surrender with ease. A smile slithered onto my lips. This was exactly what I needed at this moment and I wasn't going to mess it up. She would wonder this way eventually. Especially if she took note of how I'd caused her poor waiter to gasp for breath.[/font][/size][/ul]

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