Post by spiritlobo on Feb 8, 2009 20:47:38 GMT -5
Name: Maex
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Krimzon Guard Rank: ---
Personality: Quiet and recluse, even when around people she knows and trusts; it’s a rare thing to see Maex in public places, or in the daytime period. She rarely talks, and will flinch when people come too close to her. “I don’t know why I act the way I do.” She says when asked. “I guess it’s just Moma’s voice in my head, telling me don’t talk, don’t even breathe. Her voice is with me all the time now. Even when I’m with the people I trust, I can’t make myself talk or relax. I’m not sure if it will ever be possible, but I’m going to try.” It is painfully obvious, when talking to Maex, that she had a problem with her mother, whom she calls Moma, so much so that it has damaged her psyche. We will get into Moma later on.
While working, Maex is always in tune with her tasks, and doesn’t like to stop until she is finished. She attributes this to her strange, erratic, and often frightening behavior. “I’m not the “laughs a lot, screams and runs around crazy type”, I’m the really scary type of crazy that sits in corners and mutters to herself.” She says about her attitude. Years of working to control the voices in her head have made her proficient at acting half way normal, but there is always a time where she has a brief mental break down, be it bursting into tears at random times, or shrieking at the voices to leave her be, or drawing frantic, jumbled pictures to relieve her fear. And when this happens, this is often the time where she switches personality. But around young children, she is always very sweet, loving person.
See the Extras to learn more about her second personality.
Physical Appearance: “Moma had the body of a belly dancer. I didn’t exactly get that gene.”
A painfully true fact, for while Maex’s mother had an extreme hourglass shape, Maex’s shape is better described as….well, as a stick. She is very small around, with very big feet and hands, something that she is consistently teased for by her employes. When her hair is pulled back, and her face is hidden, she is sometimes mistaken for a boy, which offends her greatly.
Maex has dark, cocoa colored skin and an oval face, stemming from a gypsy-like heritage. Her eyes are bright green and her hair is black-brown, with white streaks on the front bangs that ran down past her shoulders (Sorry, not very easy to explain, see the picture) and covers the left side of her face. Hidden by hair, is a deep scar and a glass eye, the result of an accident when she was younger. She doesn’t talk about the scar, and will often revert to her second personality when she has to. Very little people know what the scar is from. On her right cheek is a burn mark in the shape of the sun (more of Moma's handy work, we presume)
Because of her job as a mechanic, she is often covered in oil and grease. She wears a sun/moon pendent around her neck, and will never take it off.
Strengths: “Huh. I’m going to have to think about this one”
Maex is a quick runner. And because of her small size, she can get into almost anything (one of her many mottos is: “If I can get my head in it, I can fit.” WARNING: THE AUTHER SUGGESTS THAT YOU NOT ATTEMPT THIS, AS MAEX, NO MATTER HOW GOOD SHE MAY BE IN GETTING AND FITTING INTO TINY PLACES, HAS GOTTEN STUCK A FAIR NUMBER OF TIMES. IT’S NOT FUN.)
“Moma said I had the tinkering streak in me.” She often says, when asked about her handy ability with tools. Bring anything mechanical to her, and she can fix it to as good as new. Or, hand her a few supplies, and she can make nearly anything. During her time in the Underground, she was a bomb manufacturer, and a gun repair man. “It was a great job, even if, it was really dangerous. Getting caught was always a huge fear, but because I don’t really casue too much commotion, I guess no one suspected me.” She shrugs. “Since I rarely go out in the daytime, I learned how to get places at night, by just staying in the shadows. That’s the great thing about having a dark skin tone”
Weaknesses: “Oye, where do I start?”
Maex, while she is fast, is unfortunately very weak. Truly, having her out on a battlefield is a very poor decision, and thankfully has never been made. Atop of her physical strength, she cannot aim a weapon very well, due to lack of vision on her left side. “Anyone can sneak up on you when you can't see one side of your body.” Maex nods, pulling her hair back and showing the rather frightening scar, and pulling out her glass eye. “I made this one myself, but no matter how good it looked, or how long I worked on it, I still can’t get it to actually see much of anything. Just shadows and blurry images.” On top of her inability to see much on her left side, her eye has a tendency to fall out on its own. “Imagine, you’re in the middle of a gun fight, and all of the sudden your eye falls out! Can you see me just crawling around the floor as bullets wiz past my head, trying to catch the damn thing? No thank you.” She huffs.
But there is a more deep-rooted weakness, and that is her own psyche. Frequent breakdowns are a very dangerous thing, especially when you need to be at the top of your game. “You can’t have voices screaming in your head, and still expect to be able to do a job like that. It’s just not possible.”
There is also a more embarrassing weakness that she has to deal with. “I am illiterate, and for those who don’t know what that means, I can’t read or write.”
We will go more into this topic in her history.
Brief History: Even if you choose to ignore your past, it is always there, always watching over you and affecting what you do in your life. So, to fully understand the odd person that Maex has become, then you need to look into the very odd past that she hides.
Born to Agnes (The last name of both Maex and Agnes has been lost in the subconscious of Maex’s mind. It is unsure if it will ever been found) in the poor district of Haven City, Maex was born into a world that hung on the pendulum of her mother’s behavior. If she were still alive now, as most people (including Maex) consider her dead, she would most likely be diagnosed with Schizophrenia.
“It’s a horrible way to live, I won’t deny” says Maex, as she stares into space while talking about her childhood. “Moma never took anything to control her behavior, and when anyone would suggest she go see a doctor, she would turn a bright shade of red. And, if I could, I would go run and hide from the monster she was about to become.”
Schizophrenia is a chemical imbalance in the brain, in which a human will display erratic, strange, and sometimes dangerous behavior. Agnes would often scream wildly, or sing odd songs. Sometimes she would laugh for hours on end, and she would dance around the little house, cleaning, and recleaning, and recleaning.
“But then suddenly, her face would darken, and she would stare at me with the most disgust. And then…” At this point of the interview, Maex suddenly stopped, twitched, and said: “Don’t you dare, you little brat, don’t you go telling people what they don’t need to know.” in a deep, throaty voice. She suddenly burst into tears, and we had to stop the interview for a short time. It was assumed that Maex was speaking in her mother’s voice, the voice that haunts her still today.
Agnes was a well-known Belly Dancer in the red light district, due to her exotic look and beautiful body. She worked almost everyday, and wouldn’t come home until well into the morning. At this time, Maex’s grandmother, Maliea, would care for her granddaughter as best as she could. Maliea adored her granddaughter, and treated her as her own daughter. They would have hours of fun with one another, just talking about things. “She tried to teach me to read, when I was little. But, one day, Moma got mad at me for…something, I can’t remember. She bashed my head against the wall, breaking through the drywall. I can still remember Mamia (my grandmother) screaming at Moma, and asking me if I was okay.” Agnes had severely damaged the part of the brain that controlled Maex’s reading and writing ability.
“And then one day, while I was asleep, she woke me up, handed me a bag of some of my stuff, dragged me outside, and told me to leave. Just like that.” Maex shakes her head, biting her lip. “I can remember banging my fist on the door, begging her to let me back in. But then I realized that she would never open the door. So, I walked.”
From the age of 6 to the age of 13, Maex lived on the streets, sleeping in a cardboard box, and singing or doing small tasks for food. Nothing ever illegal, but sometimes, she had to steal just to eat. She attributes her survival to the discovery of her pet, and best friend, Kahn, a small, muse-looking creature with an enormous grin on his face.
“Kahn saved me.” She scratches the top of the animal’s head. It looks up at her and grins. We will go more into Kahn in the extras.
“So, I lived on the streets for a while. And then one day I got sick.” The sickness she is describing was Phenomena, from living on the streets for so long. She wondered about, dazed and confused and passed out in front of a mechanic’s shop.
“I don’t remember much about that day. I just remember waking up in the old man’s shop.”
The old man was the owner of the Mechanic Shop, then called ‘The Wrench’. Maex told him where she was from, and what she had come from, and he told her to stay at the mechanic’s shop.
“Basically, the old man adopted me. And that’s what I called him, Old Man. He became my father, and he taught me everything that I know now. When I was little I would tinker with things, and he taught me to use that ability to my advantage, and even more.”
The Old Man had a son, named Bev. It is relatively unknown about the relationship that Maex and Bev had, and Maex refuses to tell. But what she does say is: “I’ll never find another person like him again.” At this, she fingers the ring that she wears. Many people suspect that before Bev’s death that he proposed to Maex. But, as said before, Maex won’t tell. She just smiles.
“Life was good. And then one day…they were gone”
Both the old man and his son were accused of treason, and were arrested.
“I begged the guards to spare them. But, one of them told me, in the sadest voice I’ve ever heard: “I’m sorry, miss. I can’t.” And, even if his commanding officer was there with him, and giving him this really steely look, I could tell that that man didn’t want to do what he was being told to do. I remember just crying as they were taken away, the others in the shop holding me back.”
Why they didn’t take Maex is still a mystery.
“I don’t know why they took the old man and Bev, and left me alone. I guess it was some cruel twist of fate, some god or goddess laughing at my misery.”
It is unknown what happened to the Old Man and his Son, only that they were killed inside the prison. It was assumed that they were chosen for testing of “dark eco” or they were used as prey for one of the subjects.
“It took me years to catch wind that they were killed by this kid that had been infected by the eco. I’ve heard that the kid is still around, and a little disturbed to boot. Just like me."
She shakes her head sadly.
“And that’s when I decided to join the Underground" she says firmly. "I was going to avenge my families death. And I was going to make sure no one went through what I went through."
"it was hard to find. But when I did, I was determined to become one of the Undergrounders. And I remember meeting Torn"
To join the underground, she had to convince Torn that she was of some use.
"And he turns his back, going on this little tangent. I happen to see this gun on his desk. And I can tell, immediately, that it's jammed, or broken, or something, so while he's talking, I grab it, and I begin to fix it. Just as i was finished, he turns around, and sees the gun in my hand, and within half a second, he has a pistol pointed to my head." She laughs. "The look on his face could freeze fire. I look him in the eye and say: I fixed it.
"Okay, this was in the days of little, quiet, pathetic Maex so this was a huge leap. So, I should be terrified, right? But, I wasn't afraid. I just hand the gun over to him, and he takes it, with this look on his face like "Okay, what the hell is going on?" So he takes the gun, and takes it back to his desk, his gun still trained at my head, and examines it. And he looks back at me...and looks at the gun...and looks back at me again.
And he says: "How did you know it had a jam in it?"
I say: "I could just tell."
He looks back at the gun again, and then he puts his gun back in his holster, and says: Come with me.
He takes me to a really small Zoomer, and tells me: "No matter what I do, I haven’t been able to start it. Fix it, and I'll consider you."
So I tell him: "Okay. Give me 10 minutes."
So he walks away, so sure that I can't fix it. And, when he leaves, I examine it, and I see that the engine is basically a mess. It's been used so much that it's run down half way to hell.
But, luckly, all I needed to do was tweak a few things, and a little oil here and there, and all that good stuff."
When Torn returned ten minutes later, sure that she was still working, he found her shining the Zoomer's hood. She had fixed the Zoomer, and had enough time to wipe off all of the oil, grease, and dirt that had coated the Zoomer.
She was accepted that evening, and made one of the many mechanics of the Underground. Soon after, she was called to make one of her toughest jobs yet: A bomb.
She shifts uncomfterbly, when asked on how she learned to make the bomb.
"I hate to incriminate him anymore, but the old man taught me. He taught me what to use, where to use it, and what happens when it goes wrong. See my arm?" she extends a bandaged arm. "That’s what happens when you mix too much acid in with potassium. Big boom, hurts like a mother."
It is suspected that the Old Man had once been a KG Solider that had retired, or something of the sort, but Maex refuses to tell.
Maex became one of the rare Bomb makers of the Underground, and one of the best. After learning from a professional for so long, it is no wonder that she could make, and transport weapons and bombs quickly and professionally without being caught, or being killed by her own merchandise. It also helped that the Old Man had bequeathed the shop to her if anything were to happen to he and his son.
Of course, she doesn’t run the shop (which she decided to rename “The Old Man”) on her own. A number of people that had worked for the old man work for her, and are considered her family, since a majority of them are Gypsies themselves.
Her time in the Underground is over, and now, time has brought Maex to her 25th birthday (“Getting old” She says). What's in the future?
"I don’t really know. The shop is doing great, and the city seems like less of a hellhole now. But, there is still a lot that needs to get done. I can't really be all that optimistic about the future, I mean, all the nonsense that has been going down is really starting to worry me. And the rates of gypsy attacks have been increasing steadily. Many of my employs are Gypsies or have Gypsy blood, and the threats of violence from non-gypsies are getting more and more frightening. But..." she nods, staring out at the setting sun.
"I can see a new sun rising. Something good is coming, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday."
Extras:
Sybil: In tight, stressful situations, Maex may switch to her second personality: Sybil. A bloodthirsty personality, Sybil can come in one of two ways. First, you will get “Little Sybil” a child-like personality that breaks windows, and cries about “The People”. Then there is “Big Sybil”, who is vindictive, malicious, and cruel.
UPDATE: Here's a better description of Sybil 1 and 2:
Little Sybil: The child-like personality, Little Sybil is constantly breaking windows (or if there are none, anything that she can easily break with the heel of her hand) and screaming about “The People”. Many people presume this is the side of Maex that was abused by her mother as a child. Sybil is not easily slowed; even if cut or shot at, and usually uses panes of glass as weapons
Big Sybil: Vindictive, malicious, and cruel are all great words to describe Big Sybil, the most dangerous of the trio. She relishes in the pain of others, but is devoted to Maex, and will do anything to keep her happy.
Kahn: A small, muse like creature that Maex calls a “Beelzebub”, Kahn is sweet and loving, with a grin like the Cheshire cat. Kahn’s smile hides rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. Their relation ship is very Jak and Daxter style, and Kahn can attack enemies with a bite that can tear metal. Maex first met Kahn at the age of 8, where she saved him from a big crocdog. He is very devoted to her, and rarely leaves her shoulder, where he often rests.
Out of the two, Kahn is certainly the strong one (despite his size, he can take down a full grown man)
-Maex, even when she wants to deny it, is a very good belly dancer.
-Maex has a very feline behavior
-Maex should NOT drink; often drinks to much, and becomes, as the creator describes it, Karen, from Will and Grace.
-Maex does not like to take pills. She often spits them out
Picture: spiritlobo.deviantart.com/art/Maex-and-Kahn-112165731 Look for a better picture coming soon!
Brief Prose...
The Spiderman.
As she slept, she dreamt, and sometimes, when she dreamt, she cried.
But this wasn’t one of those nights. This was one of the nights she feared more then death, more then anything.
This was a bad night.
Little Maex lay in a little ball underneath the covers of her little cot. She willed her heart to die down, to not beat with the sound of a hundred marching feet. But, it only beat louder…louder…until the sound was breaking her head in two.
She whimpered pitifully, clutching her head, the pain excrutiating.
The voice was as sharp as a knife’s edge:
“You little brat, did you really think that you would get away from me so easily?”
“Oh, gods, please leave me alone.” She wept bitterly, as the shadow passed over her. Evil eyes shone through the dark, their light full of malicious laughter.
“You little baby, you pathetic little baby! Calling to your god, like a monk!”
The laughter felt like a whip. It slashed at her skin, and ravenged her bones. A cold hand passed over her face, caressing it.
“Now, now, you musn’t be so afraid!” The shadow laughed again, as if trying to black out Maex’s sobbing. Suddenly, the laughter stopped.
“Stop crying.”
But Maex couldn’t. The tears flowed freely, begging for mercy.
“I said: Stop. Crying.”
Maex sniffled, trying to stop the river of tears. She gave a little whimper.
The shadow’s hand grabbed her hair, and yanked her upwards, the eyes of Agnes blazing with fury.
“YOU LITTLE FAILURE!!!!” She screeched, as Maex blubbered: “Please Moma, I’ll be good, I’ll be good”
Agnes dragged Maex to the wall, and forced her face into the drywall, and-
-THESPIDERMANISHAVINGMEFORDINNERTONIGHT-
An older Maex awoke with a start, sitting straight up in her bed. She was covered in a cold sweat that had soaked through the sheets. She looked about, fearing that Agnes had actually found her, and was ready to kill her. But she didn't feel her mother's presence in the lonely room So, she sighed, and lay back down.
These dreams were nothing new. They really just were memories, regurgitated in her mind, just spinnging around and around, until she awoke. When she was younger, she would always awake screaming and crying.
But she was 25 now, and finally able to calm herself after every nightmare.
“Merow?”
Her ears perked, and she turned to face the grinning face of Kahn. But, now, he wasn’t smiling, his face turned into a worried frown.
She smiled, taking a deep breath, and petting the Beelzebub.
“It’s all right, Kahn. I’m okay.” She assured the little animal.
He perked immediately, and leapt onto her, licking her face. She giggled, scratching the little animal at his sides.
They cuddled, him laying in her arms, and she petting his soft fur.
The dawn sun was rising over the horizon. She rose, the beezlebub still in her arms.
“You ready for breakfast?” She asked the animal.
It grinned in response.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Krimzon Guard Rank: ---
Personality: Quiet and recluse, even when around people she knows and trusts; it’s a rare thing to see Maex in public places, or in the daytime period. She rarely talks, and will flinch when people come too close to her. “I don’t know why I act the way I do.” She says when asked. “I guess it’s just Moma’s voice in my head, telling me don’t talk, don’t even breathe. Her voice is with me all the time now. Even when I’m with the people I trust, I can’t make myself talk or relax. I’m not sure if it will ever be possible, but I’m going to try.” It is painfully obvious, when talking to Maex, that she had a problem with her mother, whom she calls Moma, so much so that it has damaged her psyche. We will get into Moma later on.
While working, Maex is always in tune with her tasks, and doesn’t like to stop until she is finished. She attributes this to her strange, erratic, and often frightening behavior. “I’m not the “laughs a lot, screams and runs around crazy type”, I’m the really scary type of crazy that sits in corners and mutters to herself.” She says about her attitude. Years of working to control the voices in her head have made her proficient at acting half way normal, but there is always a time where she has a brief mental break down, be it bursting into tears at random times, or shrieking at the voices to leave her be, or drawing frantic, jumbled pictures to relieve her fear. And when this happens, this is often the time where she switches personality. But around young children, she is always very sweet, loving person.
See the Extras to learn more about her second personality.
Physical Appearance: “Moma had the body of a belly dancer. I didn’t exactly get that gene.”
A painfully true fact, for while Maex’s mother had an extreme hourglass shape, Maex’s shape is better described as….well, as a stick. She is very small around, with very big feet and hands, something that she is consistently teased for by her employes. When her hair is pulled back, and her face is hidden, she is sometimes mistaken for a boy, which offends her greatly.
Maex has dark, cocoa colored skin and an oval face, stemming from a gypsy-like heritage. Her eyes are bright green and her hair is black-brown, with white streaks on the front bangs that ran down past her shoulders (Sorry, not very easy to explain, see the picture) and covers the left side of her face. Hidden by hair, is a deep scar and a glass eye, the result of an accident when she was younger. She doesn’t talk about the scar, and will often revert to her second personality when she has to. Very little people know what the scar is from. On her right cheek is a burn mark in the shape of the sun (more of Moma's handy work, we presume)
Because of her job as a mechanic, she is often covered in oil and grease. She wears a sun/moon pendent around her neck, and will never take it off.
Strengths: “Huh. I’m going to have to think about this one”
Maex is a quick runner. And because of her small size, she can get into almost anything (one of her many mottos is: “If I can get my head in it, I can fit.” WARNING: THE AUTHER SUGGESTS THAT YOU NOT ATTEMPT THIS, AS MAEX, NO MATTER HOW GOOD SHE MAY BE IN GETTING AND FITTING INTO TINY PLACES, HAS GOTTEN STUCK A FAIR NUMBER OF TIMES. IT’S NOT FUN.)
“Moma said I had the tinkering streak in me.” She often says, when asked about her handy ability with tools. Bring anything mechanical to her, and she can fix it to as good as new. Or, hand her a few supplies, and she can make nearly anything. During her time in the Underground, she was a bomb manufacturer, and a gun repair man. “It was a great job, even if, it was really dangerous. Getting caught was always a huge fear, but because I don’t really casue too much commotion, I guess no one suspected me.” She shrugs. “Since I rarely go out in the daytime, I learned how to get places at night, by just staying in the shadows. That’s the great thing about having a dark skin tone”
Weaknesses: “Oye, where do I start?”
Maex, while she is fast, is unfortunately very weak. Truly, having her out on a battlefield is a very poor decision, and thankfully has never been made. Atop of her physical strength, she cannot aim a weapon very well, due to lack of vision on her left side. “Anyone can sneak up on you when you can't see one side of your body.” Maex nods, pulling her hair back and showing the rather frightening scar, and pulling out her glass eye. “I made this one myself, but no matter how good it looked, or how long I worked on it, I still can’t get it to actually see much of anything. Just shadows and blurry images.” On top of her inability to see much on her left side, her eye has a tendency to fall out on its own. “Imagine, you’re in the middle of a gun fight, and all of the sudden your eye falls out! Can you see me just crawling around the floor as bullets wiz past my head, trying to catch the damn thing? No thank you.” She huffs.
But there is a more deep-rooted weakness, and that is her own psyche. Frequent breakdowns are a very dangerous thing, especially when you need to be at the top of your game. “You can’t have voices screaming in your head, and still expect to be able to do a job like that. It’s just not possible.”
There is also a more embarrassing weakness that she has to deal with. “I am illiterate, and for those who don’t know what that means, I can’t read or write.”
We will go more into this topic in her history.
Brief History: Even if you choose to ignore your past, it is always there, always watching over you and affecting what you do in your life. So, to fully understand the odd person that Maex has become, then you need to look into the very odd past that she hides.
Born to Agnes (The last name of both Maex and Agnes has been lost in the subconscious of Maex’s mind. It is unsure if it will ever been found) in the poor district of Haven City, Maex was born into a world that hung on the pendulum of her mother’s behavior. If she were still alive now, as most people (including Maex) consider her dead, she would most likely be diagnosed with Schizophrenia.
“It’s a horrible way to live, I won’t deny” says Maex, as she stares into space while talking about her childhood. “Moma never took anything to control her behavior, and when anyone would suggest she go see a doctor, she would turn a bright shade of red. And, if I could, I would go run and hide from the monster she was about to become.”
Schizophrenia is a chemical imbalance in the brain, in which a human will display erratic, strange, and sometimes dangerous behavior. Agnes would often scream wildly, or sing odd songs. Sometimes she would laugh for hours on end, and she would dance around the little house, cleaning, and recleaning, and recleaning.
“But then suddenly, her face would darken, and she would stare at me with the most disgust. And then…” At this point of the interview, Maex suddenly stopped, twitched, and said: “Don’t you dare, you little brat, don’t you go telling people what they don’t need to know.” in a deep, throaty voice. She suddenly burst into tears, and we had to stop the interview for a short time. It was assumed that Maex was speaking in her mother’s voice, the voice that haunts her still today.
Agnes was a well-known Belly Dancer in the red light district, due to her exotic look and beautiful body. She worked almost everyday, and wouldn’t come home until well into the morning. At this time, Maex’s grandmother, Maliea, would care for her granddaughter as best as she could. Maliea adored her granddaughter, and treated her as her own daughter. They would have hours of fun with one another, just talking about things. “She tried to teach me to read, when I was little. But, one day, Moma got mad at me for…something, I can’t remember. She bashed my head against the wall, breaking through the drywall. I can still remember Mamia (my grandmother) screaming at Moma, and asking me if I was okay.” Agnes had severely damaged the part of the brain that controlled Maex’s reading and writing ability.
“And then one day, while I was asleep, she woke me up, handed me a bag of some of my stuff, dragged me outside, and told me to leave. Just like that.” Maex shakes her head, biting her lip. “I can remember banging my fist on the door, begging her to let me back in. But then I realized that she would never open the door. So, I walked.”
From the age of 6 to the age of 13, Maex lived on the streets, sleeping in a cardboard box, and singing or doing small tasks for food. Nothing ever illegal, but sometimes, she had to steal just to eat. She attributes her survival to the discovery of her pet, and best friend, Kahn, a small, muse-looking creature with an enormous grin on his face.
“Kahn saved me.” She scratches the top of the animal’s head. It looks up at her and grins. We will go more into Kahn in the extras.
“So, I lived on the streets for a while. And then one day I got sick.” The sickness she is describing was Phenomena, from living on the streets for so long. She wondered about, dazed and confused and passed out in front of a mechanic’s shop.
“I don’t remember much about that day. I just remember waking up in the old man’s shop.”
The old man was the owner of the Mechanic Shop, then called ‘The Wrench’. Maex told him where she was from, and what she had come from, and he told her to stay at the mechanic’s shop.
“Basically, the old man adopted me. And that’s what I called him, Old Man. He became my father, and he taught me everything that I know now. When I was little I would tinker with things, and he taught me to use that ability to my advantage, and even more.”
The Old Man had a son, named Bev. It is relatively unknown about the relationship that Maex and Bev had, and Maex refuses to tell. But what she does say is: “I’ll never find another person like him again.” At this, she fingers the ring that she wears. Many people suspect that before Bev’s death that he proposed to Maex. But, as said before, Maex won’t tell. She just smiles.
“Life was good. And then one day…they were gone”
Both the old man and his son were accused of treason, and were arrested.
“I begged the guards to spare them. But, one of them told me, in the sadest voice I’ve ever heard: “I’m sorry, miss. I can’t.” And, even if his commanding officer was there with him, and giving him this really steely look, I could tell that that man didn’t want to do what he was being told to do. I remember just crying as they were taken away, the others in the shop holding me back.”
Why they didn’t take Maex is still a mystery.
“I don’t know why they took the old man and Bev, and left me alone. I guess it was some cruel twist of fate, some god or goddess laughing at my misery.”
It is unknown what happened to the Old Man and his Son, only that they were killed inside the prison. It was assumed that they were chosen for testing of “dark eco” or they were used as prey for one of the subjects.
“It took me years to catch wind that they were killed by this kid that had been infected by the eco. I’ve heard that the kid is still around, and a little disturbed to boot. Just like me."
She shakes her head sadly.
“And that’s when I decided to join the Underground" she says firmly. "I was going to avenge my families death. And I was going to make sure no one went through what I went through."
"it was hard to find. But when I did, I was determined to become one of the Undergrounders. And I remember meeting Torn"
To join the underground, she had to convince Torn that she was of some use.
"And he turns his back, going on this little tangent. I happen to see this gun on his desk. And I can tell, immediately, that it's jammed, or broken, or something, so while he's talking, I grab it, and I begin to fix it. Just as i was finished, he turns around, and sees the gun in my hand, and within half a second, he has a pistol pointed to my head." She laughs. "The look on his face could freeze fire. I look him in the eye and say: I fixed it.
"Okay, this was in the days of little, quiet, pathetic Maex so this was a huge leap. So, I should be terrified, right? But, I wasn't afraid. I just hand the gun over to him, and he takes it, with this look on his face like "Okay, what the hell is going on?" So he takes the gun, and takes it back to his desk, his gun still trained at my head, and examines it. And he looks back at me...and looks at the gun...and looks back at me again.
And he says: "How did you know it had a jam in it?"
I say: "I could just tell."
He looks back at the gun again, and then he puts his gun back in his holster, and says: Come with me.
He takes me to a really small Zoomer, and tells me: "No matter what I do, I haven’t been able to start it. Fix it, and I'll consider you."
So I tell him: "Okay. Give me 10 minutes."
So he walks away, so sure that I can't fix it. And, when he leaves, I examine it, and I see that the engine is basically a mess. It's been used so much that it's run down half way to hell.
But, luckly, all I needed to do was tweak a few things, and a little oil here and there, and all that good stuff."
When Torn returned ten minutes later, sure that she was still working, he found her shining the Zoomer's hood. She had fixed the Zoomer, and had enough time to wipe off all of the oil, grease, and dirt that had coated the Zoomer.
She was accepted that evening, and made one of the many mechanics of the Underground. Soon after, she was called to make one of her toughest jobs yet: A bomb.
She shifts uncomfterbly, when asked on how she learned to make the bomb.
"I hate to incriminate him anymore, but the old man taught me. He taught me what to use, where to use it, and what happens when it goes wrong. See my arm?" she extends a bandaged arm. "That’s what happens when you mix too much acid in with potassium. Big boom, hurts like a mother."
It is suspected that the Old Man had once been a KG Solider that had retired, or something of the sort, but Maex refuses to tell.
Maex became one of the rare Bomb makers of the Underground, and one of the best. After learning from a professional for so long, it is no wonder that she could make, and transport weapons and bombs quickly and professionally without being caught, or being killed by her own merchandise. It also helped that the Old Man had bequeathed the shop to her if anything were to happen to he and his son.
Of course, she doesn’t run the shop (which she decided to rename “The Old Man”) on her own. A number of people that had worked for the old man work for her, and are considered her family, since a majority of them are Gypsies themselves.
Her time in the Underground is over, and now, time has brought Maex to her 25th birthday (“Getting old” She says). What's in the future?
"I don’t really know. The shop is doing great, and the city seems like less of a hellhole now. But, there is still a lot that needs to get done. I can't really be all that optimistic about the future, I mean, all the nonsense that has been going down is really starting to worry me. And the rates of gypsy attacks have been increasing steadily. Many of my employs are Gypsies or have Gypsy blood, and the threats of violence from non-gypsies are getting more and more frightening. But..." she nods, staring out at the setting sun.
"I can see a new sun rising. Something good is coming, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday."
Extras:
Sybil: In tight, stressful situations, Maex may switch to her second personality: Sybil. A bloodthirsty personality, Sybil can come in one of two ways. First, you will get “Little Sybil” a child-like personality that breaks windows, and cries about “The People”. Then there is “Big Sybil”, who is vindictive, malicious, and cruel.
UPDATE: Here's a better description of Sybil 1 and 2:
Little Sybil: The child-like personality, Little Sybil is constantly breaking windows (or if there are none, anything that she can easily break with the heel of her hand) and screaming about “The People”. Many people presume this is the side of Maex that was abused by her mother as a child. Sybil is not easily slowed; even if cut or shot at, and usually uses panes of glass as weapons
Big Sybil: Vindictive, malicious, and cruel are all great words to describe Big Sybil, the most dangerous of the trio. She relishes in the pain of others, but is devoted to Maex, and will do anything to keep her happy.
Kahn: A small, muse like creature that Maex calls a “Beelzebub”, Kahn is sweet and loving, with a grin like the Cheshire cat. Kahn’s smile hides rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. Their relation ship is very Jak and Daxter style, and Kahn can attack enemies with a bite that can tear metal. Maex first met Kahn at the age of 8, where she saved him from a big crocdog. He is very devoted to her, and rarely leaves her shoulder, where he often rests.
Out of the two, Kahn is certainly the strong one (despite his size, he can take down a full grown man)
-Maex, even when she wants to deny it, is a very good belly dancer.
-Maex has a very feline behavior
-Maex should NOT drink; often drinks to much, and becomes, as the creator describes it, Karen, from Will and Grace.
-Maex does not like to take pills. She often spits them out
Picture: spiritlobo.deviantart.com/art/Maex-and-Kahn-112165731 Look for a better picture coming soon!
Brief Prose...
The Spiderman.
As she slept, she dreamt, and sometimes, when she dreamt, she cried.
But this wasn’t one of those nights. This was one of the nights she feared more then death, more then anything.
This was a bad night.
Little Maex lay in a little ball underneath the covers of her little cot. She willed her heart to die down, to not beat with the sound of a hundred marching feet. But, it only beat louder…louder…until the sound was breaking her head in two.
She whimpered pitifully, clutching her head, the pain excrutiating.
The voice was as sharp as a knife’s edge:
“You little brat, did you really think that you would get away from me so easily?”
“Oh, gods, please leave me alone.” She wept bitterly, as the shadow passed over her. Evil eyes shone through the dark, their light full of malicious laughter.
“You little baby, you pathetic little baby! Calling to your god, like a monk!”
The laughter felt like a whip. It slashed at her skin, and ravenged her bones. A cold hand passed over her face, caressing it.
“Now, now, you musn’t be so afraid!” The shadow laughed again, as if trying to black out Maex’s sobbing. Suddenly, the laughter stopped.
“Stop crying.”
But Maex couldn’t. The tears flowed freely, begging for mercy.
“I said: Stop. Crying.”
Maex sniffled, trying to stop the river of tears. She gave a little whimper.
The shadow’s hand grabbed her hair, and yanked her upwards, the eyes of Agnes blazing with fury.
“YOU LITTLE FAILURE!!!!” She screeched, as Maex blubbered: “Please Moma, I’ll be good, I’ll be good”
Agnes dragged Maex to the wall, and forced her face into the drywall, and-
-THESPIDERMANISHAVINGMEFORDINNERTONIGHT-
An older Maex awoke with a start, sitting straight up in her bed. She was covered in a cold sweat that had soaked through the sheets. She looked about, fearing that Agnes had actually found her, and was ready to kill her. But she didn't feel her mother's presence in the lonely room So, she sighed, and lay back down.
These dreams were nothing new. They really just were memories, regurgitated in her mind, just spinnging around and around, until she awoke. When she was younger, she would always awake screaming and crying.
But she was 25 now, and finally able to calm herself after every nightmare.
“Merow?”
Her ears perked, and she turned to face the grinning face of Kahn. But, now, he wasn’t smiling, his face turned into a worried frown.
She smiled, taking a deep breath, and petting the Beelzebub.
“It’s all right, Kahn. I’m okay.” She assured the little animal.
He perked immediately, and leapt onto her, licking her face. She giggled, scratching the little animal at his sides.
They cuddled, him laying in her arms, and she petting his soft fur.
The dawn sun was rising over the horizon. She rose, the beezlebub still in her arms.
“You ready for breakfast?” She asked the animal.
It grinned in response.