how did nele not know about this tree before? perfectly curved trunk to accommodate a persons back, and located in a quiet enough place to get away with a nap. but thereād be no time for slumber today, for the sound of a fellow students voice bellows from the grass beside her. nele only manages to catch the end of their sentence,Ā āsorry, iām up in the clouds right now. what did you say?ā
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The interruption was enough to tear Ellaās attention away from her friend. Her eyes narrowed, an amused smile ghosting over her lips.Ā āBeen a while, Max.ā Sheād been to enough of the BBCās weekend parties to recognize him anywhere. And even if she hadnāt, sheād rallied for him on the swim team just as much as she would have for the rest of her teammates.Ā āUnderstatement. Remember when we fucking annihilated them in the freestyle relay?ā The memory widened her smile. It seemed like ages ago. In some ways it was - a vestige of her first year at the school. Time had changed him since then. Whether it was time or sliding up the ranks of the BBC, Ella didnāt know, but he had the attitude of an overconfident peacock, which simultaneously amused and annoyed her, and a penchant for troublemaking. And if Ella ever was anything, it was a trouble maker.
Ella could pretend to be disappointed that Max didnāt know who Sappho was, but in all honesty, Ella enjoyed any opportunity she had to talk. Especially when it involved literature.Ā āSheās a greek poetess from the island of Lesbos. Sheās basically a literary icon and wrote a bunch of amazing love poems. Mostly about other women. Sheās basically why the termĀ ālesbian,āā she bent her fingers in air quotes,Ā āexists. Most of her poems were destroyed, so thereās only a few fragments left.ā It was tragic, really.
Ella nearly beamed at the compliment, but his flattery was quickly doused by the next phrase that came rolling out of his mouth.Ā āI didnāt perk my-ā she shook her head,Ā āwhatever. Not that it matters.ā She pushed her hair off her shoulder, rolling her eyes.
Ella frowned at the casserole before shaking her head. She snickered, turning so she faced him fully. She picked up the apple juice and took a sip.Ā āDamn Perry. I didnāt know the president of the BBC could be such a wuss.ā She shrugged, letting the challenge hang in the silence as she picked up his fork and punched it through the casserole and put it in her mouth. Ellaās face pinched, but she swallowed it.Ā āDefinitely rank as hell.ā
āBecause everybody loves being compared to a slimy pest people kill slowly with salt."His attempts at sarcasm often got undermined by the fact he seemed like the kind of person that would apologise if you poured soup on his lap. .He just couldnāt commit to having a sarcastic tone.His need to always have people on side cancelled it out.It came across more like āYes this is supposed to be sarcastic but only if itās ok with youā."Dude ,thatās super fucking gross.Thereās no way Iād be into that.But message received loud and clear."Max was everything he hated about Johnnie on steroids.But crass jokes at his expense were easier to brush off when he did it.Maybe because he was the president of the BBC and didnāt look like a greasy swamp rat.
"Disney lied to us.Keira Knightley being badass was the real reason that movie slapped."Apparently Keira Knightley sword fighting and delivering one liners in a ball was the hill he was willing to die on.But there was something cathartic and entertaining about seeing a woman known for boring period pieces aimed at old people and a cool soccer movie disguised as a chick flick kicking ass."But you would know how awesome pirate Keira Knightley and a CGI octopus man are if you gave the movie a chance.ā,Jonah sing-songed unaware that he was fighting a losing battle.Sword fighting Keira Knightley was the hill he was willing to die on but he would immediately drop the subject if he was asked.Ā
āNo it doesnāt.Itās just a fact of life that Lola Bunny was hot."He didnāt know how to feel about being able to easily bullshit being into an anthropomorphic rabbit.It probably said a lot about who he was as a person and revealed too much about a fucked up part of his brain.But he didnāt want to investigate that.He was more focused on pulling off a strange lie.He scrunched up his face."Whatās that supposed to mean?Fuck no."Max needed to find a new hobby that wasnāt pressing his buttons.Ā
Jonah flipped Max off back in return.It was fucked up that the senior members of the BBC got to ask whatever gross personal questions they wanted but could also avoid reasonable questions that needed to be asked.āBecause impressing you and your friends is the most important thing in my life.ā,he was trying to be a snarky bitch but that wasnāt far from the truth."And hey I donāt-ā,he stopped himself mid sentence.He didnāt know much but he knew that acting defensive only raised suspicion and would probably cause Max to make some fucked up comment.āItās whatever ,forget it.ā,Jonah backtracked with a forced sense of cool.
Jonah shrugged.Of course it was easy , he would have jumped off a moving train if Max told him to.āI can barely do a book report when itās a part of my grade.āIt was a truthful complaint.He was passing English but it was truly a miracle and must of been down to God working in mysterious ways.He didnāt give a shit about themes or the writerās motivation for certain word choices.He had a literal brain and could only take what happened in media at face value.āMaking somebody write a book report to show you have power over them is a majorly sick and twisted move.āHe tried to sound judgemental.āThey might just kill the suspicious bastards and spare the people that were nice to them.ā,he commented with a smile.He was pretty sure that was a trope in horror movies.He thought he remembered the weird mask guy sparing people the last time he was forced to watch Halloween.But he was smoking a bunch of pot at the time so his memory was hazy.Ā
āWhat can I say ,Iām always here to help out with your weird kinks.ā,he drawled.He was thankful that had his back to him because while he rolled his eyes while delivering his lame joke there was also a red tint to his cheeks.Ā
āWow I didnāt expect you to be such a gentleman.ā,Jonah weekly fired back stepping into Maxās room.The place looked eerily like an IKEA show room.āSo where do you want me to dump this ,your grand highness?ā,he asked ,while tapping the side of the laundry basket.
āSo.Ā Plot twist.Ā He stood me up. Like, just completely didnāt show.ā Ella dropped her purse on the table in Broadrippleās dining hall. It was the only one sheād brought to the Academy with her, the only one nice enough to be deemed worthy of going out. But instead of a promised Friday night escape to one of the local restaurants just out of town, Ella was left waiting at the gates for a ride that never showed up. If she was being honest with herself, the first of many red flags had arisen when Brent kept trying to slide their texts into the realm of sexts. And optimism was always an excuse she fell back on when she knew she wanted something unrealistic.Ā āJust so you know, the guys from Somerville High are lame. I swear, this guy didnāt even know Sappho was an actual person.ā She definitely wasnāt bitter about it. She totally didnāt care. Even though sheād wasted an hour trying to recreate a make-up tutorial and slaving over an outfit that looked effortlessly cute. An hour that she could have spent on something meaningful. Like practicing lines or reviewing Griffinās latest edits for Broadripple Uncensored.
Instead, sheād spent her open afternoon rifling through drawers, switching out her earrings, and trying on nearly every article of clothing in her wardrobe. Gwen would have a mouthful to say about the pile mounted on Ellaās bed when she got back to the room, but Ella considered that an issue to suss out later.
She looked over the food on her classmateās plate. Ella frowned.Ā āOkay, that tuna casserole looks expired.ā Ella cracked a smile.Ā āDoes it taste as sad as it looks?āĀ
There was possibly nothing in the world more repulsive than being calledĀ ābabeā in a condescending manner by Max Perry, so if she could withstand that without projectile vomiting onto the tiles beneath them, she felt confident about dealing with anything else he had to say to her that afternoon. Shit. He was right. She had been so excited about being invited to that dumb party, sheād spent at least an hour checking every angle in the mirror to make sure she didnāt look totally repulsive in her bikini. Not that she was going to let him know that,Ā ā-everybody makes mistakes, Max, even you,ā like being born, for example,Ā ā- I think my BBC party days are over, so I guess Iāll have to find another way to make my tragic life worth living,ā she spoke dryly, distracting herself with her laundry.
āOkay, okay, okay- I get it, you have no shame, message loud and clear,ā she waved a hand dismissively in his direction. God knows how far he was willing to go to make sure she was totally and utterly repulsed by every word that left his lips,Ā āMission accomplished, my skin is officially crawling,ā she assured him. She sighed softly and averted her gaze, balling her fist and rubbing gently at her left eye, overcompensating to demonstrate that she was not pervertedly gawking at his ripped body.Ā āI could just go on your Instagram, Iām sure itās basically a visual anthology of every time youāve ever taken your shirt off for more than half a minute,ā she reasoned, not that sheād ever looked it up before, of courseā¦
Whoa. Bingo. Sheād hit a sore spot, evidently and she wasnāt even sure if sheād meant to. Interesting.Ā āWhat do you think I was thinking?ā she asked, prodding as she raised an eyebrow,Ā āThat itās actually possible that your timely departure was more than a mere coincidence and that you would actually sell your buddies out for some reason?ā she was poking the bear now and she knew it but sometimes, she just couldnāt help herself. The small, microscopic and fleeting sense of leverage was like a drug.Ā āIf I was to believe that you wouldnāt do that, Iād have to find a reason and that reason would have to suggest that you had any noble qualities about you at all and why would I think that?ā she questioned him, curious to know what he thought. What possible reasons could he provide to defend his personality? What qualities did he think he possessed that would make her believe he wouldnāt do something totally shitty like that?
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Charlie spent a lot of Bible study biding his time until the Nighmore children realized theyād won the numbers game and attacked, so the Children of the Corn comparison was apt. He figured being gutted by a scythe was overkill as far as punishments went, but at least it was cinematic.
āKatās not a stick in the mud, dog,ā Charlie corrected.Ā āShe popped molly and told me she wanted to fuck me.ā He made a motion with his hand, to demonstrate that these were concrete defenses against Maxās judgment. Perhaps also to demonstrate that Damian was not theĀ āMr.ā to KatāsĀ āMrs.ā. At least not yet. Right?
āYāall are way too obsessed with chicks youāre never gonna get,ā Charlie said when Maria was brought up again. What were his broās obsessions with bagging on Kat and getting hard over Maria? Was that some sort of club bylaw heād missed?Ā āMariaās chastity belt is double locked. The only action youāre gonna get from her is an hour-long lecture about feminism and if thatās your kink, you might as well drop the BBC and become pres of the Women of Broadripple.āĀ
He dropped his head back against the washing machine, looking up at Max.Ā āSeriously, dude, whatās your game plan there?ā
āItās called Broadripple Unsolved,ā she protested, though as soon as the words left her mouth she realized that it actually just made it sound a whole lot lamer. Fuck. ā-and weāre not wannabe anything, we leave that up to you guys and your off-price frat house- youāre like the Marshallās of college douchebags. YouĀ know youāre graduating in less than a year right. You can just wait until youāre in an actual frat to be predatory and offensive? Then you guys get matching polo shirts and everything- or do you already have those?āĀ Ā
āI donāt have enough hands for thatā¦ā she was trying so, so hard not to imagine how many jizz stains existed in Maxās closet but heād invited the image and now she couldnāt get it out of her head. As soon as he mentioned wandering eyes her gaze launched was launched to the ceiling with a tip of her chin as if to prove that she had totally never ever checked him out and she hadnāt even noticed even one of his four billion abs, not one.Ā āOkay- I looked once but I was like- shocked, I was shocked,ā she insisted, returning her gaze to his face now, defiantly.Ā āYou guys are the only people in school that treat nudity like a human right,ā and Poppy R. and Andrea P. perhaps but they were basically gender-bent BBC boys anyway.
āYeah, we did, actually. You know what? Turns out that when you play the Chainsmokers on repeat for several hours straight less than a mile away from where all of the staff sleep- youāre kinda setting yourself up to be gatecrashed by a teacher or twelve. Wasnāt a ghost at all, just poor planning,ā she explained. Then she realized something.Ā āWhichā¦you must have known the whole time cos you didnāt get caughtā¦ā she was suspicious now,Ā āWhatās up with that? Were you the one that snitched?ā she asked curiously. She could see it. He was a snake in the grass. A slimy, two-faced, totally buff, snake in the grass.Ā
āA monster under your bed?ā God, what an asshole. What a stupid, handsome asshole. āAre you sure itās not Sebastian Sergeant- oh wait, he wouldnāt be able to fit. Maybe itās another one of your knuckle-dragging buddies- is that a possibility?āĀ
A lot had changed since freshman year; students had become older, wiser, taller, theyād grown into their oversized uniforms and their voices had become deeper. Theyād learned things about the world and about God and about each other that would prepare them for life after school, in the real world. Some things, however, had not changed. The old buildings were still made of worn brick, the breeze that passed through the cloisters on school day mornings still had an icy bite and boys like Maximillian Perry were still total assholes.
āYeah- right,ā he didnāt really have any clue what Max was talking about. Was dunking people in the pool and ruining girlsā hair and possibly their nights in the process supposed to be fun? For guys like this? Yeah, probably. Not for guys like Tomi, however, and he maintained a certain level of pride about that. Not that heād ever dare say it aloud in front of a BBC boy, however, let alone their president.Ā
He nodded his head to confirm Maxās suspicion, though he wasnāt sure revealing himself to the other male was such a good thing.Ā āWe were in freshman English together- I sat in front of you I think,ā he assured him,Ā āNext to Damian Fitzgerald,ā was this ringing any bells? Probably not, āTomas Lozano, Iām in Melleray,ā he reminded him, though it wasnāt as if heād made a particularly bold impression on anybody during his first year at Broadripple.Ā āI just moved back from Japan,ā that was cool, wasnāt it? Surely a year abroad would earn him some popularity points if absolutely nothing else about him did.
Returning to campus had turned out to be far more nerve-wracking than Tomi had anticipated. When heād left Broadripple to live in Japan with his parents for a year and half, heād hardly had any friends, heād hardly spent any time outside of his dorm room or without headphones blasting music into his ears and heād never felt like he was really a part of the rich tapestry of Broadripple life.
Now, he was slightly older, slightly more mature. He was a little taller (but not much), heād discovered working out and had stacked on a ton of weight in muscle and heād even discovered that putting deodorant on was a necessity, rather than a preference and that showering at least once a day actually felt pretty good. It wasnāt that he didnāt like spending time by himself or that he didnāt play computer games anymore, he did, it was just that he played them a whole lot less and had started to value face-to-face human interaction a whole lot more. Japan had been a real eye-opener for the teenager and he wanted to continue on the path he had started paving there by making new friends at Broadripple and making the best of his high school years before they were over.
āHey,ā he greeted another student in the common room with a smile, tugging at the strap of his backpack. He didnāt know if the other student remembered him or even cared to learn that heād attended the school during freshman year and part of sophomore year too but either way, he was going to treat them like a pal. Confidence. He reminded himself.Ā āSo, I guess pool parties are off the table for the foreseeable future, huh?ā he joked lightly, making use of recent events to get in tune with the rest of the student body.
Max Perry. The Godfather of the Broadripple Boyās Club and the epitome of just about everything Casey loathed about the popular boys, including how unfairly attractive they were.Ā āSurprised you even noticed I was there,ā she admitted, it truly wasnāt her scene but sheād been invited by Johnnie and since heād orchestrated the whole thing and was pals with the BBC, sheād figured she had some semblance of immunity with the bullies, at least for a little while. Maxās greeting suggested otherwise, however. Fuckwad. How creative.
āThrift shop,ā she corrected,Ā āI get to sort questionably soiled second-hand goods all afternoon and come back to campus smelling like mothballs- which is not my usual scent, by the way, in case thereās any confusion,ā she assured him. That was precisely the reason she was dumping her clothes for the day into the laundry, she couldnāt bare the smell. Unlike, Max, however, sheād already taken them off and had put them in her laundry bag instead of stripping down in front of the laundry drop-off point.Ā āIs it like- a condition of the club that you guys have to be shirtless for a specific percentage of your time?ā she wasnāt complaining per se it was just kind of annoying how jacked these guys were, though she assumed it was mostly due to steroids or something like that,Ā āJust asking- is it like thirty percent? Forty? It canāt be higher than that surely- and does it change depending on the season?āĀ
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Ā Maxās laughter caused Jonah to pout in a way that made him look like a kicked puppy.āShut up ,I do have a backbone.ā,he argued ,giving him a light shove.He was tempted to make things easier for himself by getting a doormat tattooed on his forehead.It would bypass all the foreplay and sum up how everybody seemed to see him.He might of been transfixed on the way Max ran his tongue over his bottom lip but it wasnāt in a gay way.He was simply observing something that was difficult to ignore.Didnāt everybody fuck up and stare at a dudeās lips sometimes? āSo , Iām a slug? Thanks for that.ā
āIām just trying to stop you from missing out on one banger of a movie and a bunch of shitty sequels."His real community service was making sure nobody missed out on a cool soundtrack and Kiera Knightly being a badass."Devilishly handsome and humble too?You really are the total package."he commented,sarcastically.Ā
He wasnāt sure what was worse ; all the times various BBC members had called him a little bitch or being told he seemed like the type of guy that watched weird animated porn.He was going to mention that knowing enough about weird internet subcultures to make jokes about them made somebody seem guilty of being a weirdo.āEverybody thinks Lola Bunny from Space Jam is hot.It doesnāt make me a furry.ā,he joked with a chuckle.It was disturbing how many people ironically thought that.It was also disturbing how much the middle school biology teacher he had to pretend to be attracted to reminded him of Lola Bunny.āIām also not the one thatās into weird tentacle porn."If he told anyone his theory about Sebastian heād get punched but that didnāt mean he still wasnāt convinced it was true.The dude brought up hentai too much for somebody that hadnāt watched it.His eyes almost popped out of his head when Max asked if he was a virgin.What kind of person considered that small talk?"No."It would of been a convincing lie if he wasnāt fidgeting and his voice didnāt raise an octave.āWhy are you interested in if Iām fucking or not?Is there like a height restriction to join the BBC but instead of how tall you are itās how much pussy youāre getting.āIt was so fucking weird.If Max was trying to psyche him out then mission accomplished.
āI donāt know Iāve never seen it.ā,he admitted with a sheepish shrug.Horror movies werenāt really his thing.He got bored waiting for the next scare and didnāt care about what happened to the characters.Horror movies where are the characters were assholes because they existed just to be victims for the killer were the lamest ones.āIāll take your word for it.If you say itās a fucking classic then itās a fucking classic.āIt wasnāt that he trusted Maxās opinions on movies , his favourite movie was probably called Weapon of Ass Destruction or some shit.But it was an unspoken rule that his word was law and he called the shots.It was a rare sight but Jonah actually rolled his eyes.āYouāre being paranoid , dude.Some people are nice because they want to be.It doesnāt mean theyāre hiding a deep dark secret.āIt was sad that Max couldnāt take things at face value and trust that some people were genuinely nice.āItās not like I have a choice.ā Any attempt to seem like he was begrudgingly offering to help with Maxās laundry was undermined by the smile on his face.āIs this hazing thing just an excuse to have guys do your dirty work?Youāre such clever assholes.āJonah remarked while following Max out of the laundry room.
blame it on the lack of events sheās attended in her life, more specifically the introversion sheās clung to from the safety of her own home, but mariah found the partyĀ Ā fun.Ā she never thought sheād be able to put FUNĀ andĀ SCHOOLĀ in the same sentence. then again she never thought sheād watch half-naked people jumping into a pool at broadripple.Ā but even after the lecture and a half she received for hanging out with drunk teenagers (conveniently leaving out that she, too, had her fair share of alcoholic beverages) even her momĀ was surprised her daughter had a good time. topped off withĀ i told you you wouldĀ Ā andĀ Ā i donāt want to hear about this again.Ā
while the aftermath wasnāt ideal, she felt a wave of accomplishment to be one of the many forced to give back as punishment, happy to not be left out of this story.Ā Ā ā actually, itās even more thrilling than that. i get to sort hand-me-downs.āĀ Ā she tried to make her words sound fascinating, as if sorting through thrifted fits was an absorbing hobby, but her features found no effort in pretending. Ā ā i started a game in my head called guess the stain and if i ever find myself getting bored there is always a white trash bag filled with unwashed clothes stacked with dog hair just waiting for me. āĀ from what she knows of max - which isnāt much, donāt get her wrong - Ā the kindliness of this conversation wasnāt going to last long. she represses the tiny part of her warning her to be a bitch before he could be an asshole.Ā Ā ā i wasnāt even aware this was legal. arenāt there laws preventing child labor? ā
Ā Oh shit.Jonah was frozen in place.Rational thoughts left his head and all that was left were hormones doing an erratic jig and making him lose the ability to think straight.All he could focus on was the fact that Max was uncomfortably close and was tracing a circle around his lower back.He bit his lip and tried to stay calm. It was just a joke.He was being fucked with , that was all.It was nothing to lose his head over.Then the smack that caused him to let out a shaky breath and come to his senses.āErr fuck you , man.Iāve got a spine.Iām not some weird floppy jelly man.āHe was totally nailing this whole talking like a normal person and staying calm thing. ā
The first Pirates Of The Caribbean was iconic.I canāt believe you havenāt seen it.āIt was pitiful that that was one of the few issues Jonah was willing to stand firm on but he was raised on 00s Disney live action adventure films and was very passionate about them.National Treasure was an underrated gem.āYou seem like the kind of guy that had a pirate phase as a kid.Iām shocked.ā,he said with a confident nod.It made sense in his head.Max and ruthless criminals that stole treasure and marooned people as a punishment seemed to go together like peanut butter and jelly or Damian Fitzgerald and boring Powerpoints about pointless subject matter.āItās not like you tried very hard to get other people to leave.āIt would of been difficult to get anybody to leave when they were in the party zone but Jonah was too bitter to think rationally.He needed a reason to whine about picking up trash all afternoon.āIf everybody thought they were hot shit youād be out of a job.āHe snorted at the mention of Max trying to get him laid.āAww youāre my hero.Where would I be without you trying to get me laid?ā,he inquired while ironically putting a hand on his heart.ā
āThatās dumb.Weāre not in some shitty horror movie.Theyāre probably normal kids that are super easy to entertain.āJonah didnāt understand why some people were creeped out by Nightmore or hated it.To him it was just a regular sleepy small town where everybody was involved in each otherās business because there wasnāt anything else to do or a large pool of people to mingle with.āWow sounds like youāre going to have some full afternoons.Enjoy all your stuff.ā,he comment with a salute.Ā
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Poppy rolled her eyes. She had, on more than one occasion, seriously considered starting a black market for her nudes with how often she had boys at this school sharing their sexual fantasies about her, to her. Like an unsolicited dick pic, they were always a letdown: sad, disappointing, and not up to her meticulous standards.
āFirst of all,ā she said,Ā ārunning out of mixers halfway through the evening shows poor planning. You should never expect your guests to default to Coors Lights ā like what is this, a fucking tailgate? Unless youāre a psychopath or Russian, nobody is drinking vodka straight from the bottle.ā Poppy paused, in case he needed a moment to take notes. āSecond pointer, you need a DJ. I donāt care if itās your weird cousin with a Soundcloud and a Macbook, the last thing I want to hear is your Spotify playlist. The last thingĀ anyone wants to hear is your Spotify playlist. You have the money to pay someone who knows what the fuck people dance to, so use it.ā
The Broadripple Boys Club had rare advantages most high school students didnāt. They didnāt live at home, they were hella loaded, and had an empty barn to do literally whatever the fuck they wanted with. Not going all out for every party was never an option.Ā āYouāll never last a day past initiation in a real fraternity if thatās what you think a banger is. Itās time to make like Steve Carell and get smart before you crash and burn at seventeen.āĀ
Heās toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.
1. Full Name? Maximilian Asmodeus ( yes what the fuck were Mr. and Mrs. Perry thinking ) Perry.
2. Preferred Names or Nicknames? Max. He absolutely refuses anyone to use his full name. His mother called him Maxi.
3. What does their name mean? Does it have any significance in their family? Do they like their name? Maximilian means āthe greatestā, which goes well with his personality. It doesnāt have much significance other than the fact that his parents liked it. His middle name too, ātill this day people are convinced no one knew it was the name of a literal Prince of Hell.
4. Age and Date of Birth?Ā 18. October 21, 2001. Heās a Libra.
5. Gender and Pronouns? Cisgender Male. He/him.
6. Hometown? Boston, Massachusetts.
7. Does your character fit into any well known archetypes or tropes? A few actually. He fits into The Ruler archetype, and the Ambition Is Evil, The Leader, Really Gets Around, Daddy Issues, just like major antagonist vibes, an evil motherfucker from hell who happens to lead the future frat boys of America.
8. How long have they been at Broadripple? He has been at Broadripple for exactly four years.
9. What led them to apply to Broadripple? Was it a decision made by them or by their parents/guardians or somewhere in between? Both his parents are Massachusetts natives, and attended Broadripple, it was a birthright, his parents decided thatās where heād be attending as soon as they found out his mother was pregnant.
10. Whether theyāve been at Broadripple four days or four years, do they enjoy it? Do they like Broadripple? He has a love/hate relationship with the academy. Ā Its became his playground throughout his teenage years, and no doubt had a big impact on him, his stomping grounds if you will. Heās found numerous ways to make his time their enjoyable all his own, and with the Broadripple Boys Club. However, for a schemer like him all the rules and regulations that come with such a prestigious school put an abundance of roadblocks in the way of his ideas of fun.
11. What house are they in? Do they care very much about their house? Fenwick! Again, the house of both his parents, again, he does care, but he doesnāt, all his antics, schemes, and overall demeanor does the house zero justice, however, he loves the sense of camaraderie, even if he and others are aware he is definitely the bad apple of the bunch.
12. Who do they share a dorm with, or are they on their own for the moment? What are they like to live with? Are they clean or messy? Early risers or night owls? TBD. Max is an absolute pain to live with, heās bossy, complains a lot, he never quite got used to sharing a smaller space, let alone not having his own room, and he hates daylight, blackout curtains are a must in the room, he constantly complains about how he doesnāt have enough space for his clothes and shoes (although he has way too many in his possession) heās still found a way to be surprisingly well organized. A total night-owl, he gets about three or four hours of sleep a night, and absolutely dreads mornings, especially waking up.
13. How is your characterās dorm decorated? Is it bare or bursting at the seems with personality? Any particular sentimental items from home? Bursting with personality, loads of it. A few photos of him and his mom, family photos, with devil horns, and a mustache playfully drawn on his fathers face. A custom made āSaturdays Are for the (Broadripple) Boysā flag on the side of his bed he was gifted, a few artificial plants, and all black sleek, modern decor.
14. What is their favourite subject at school? Do they even have a favourite? Why? He absolutely hates school, but he will never give anyone any reason to doubt his (limited) book smarts, creative writing is his favorite. He loves being given prompts and thinking outside the box when responding to them, or even making short stories all his own. But thatās lame and for pussies, creativity? Donāt know her, just put my A in the gradebook and throw the paper away, shred it, and then burn the shredder.
15. Are they involved in any clubs? Which ones? Only the agriculture club. His mother was an environmental politician, and a part-time florist with a natural green thumb, that of which she passed down to him. Ā So, āwhy the fuck not.ā He obviously gets a lot of shit from the bros about it but he always hits them with this, or a total punch in the face ( as brothers. )
16. How does your character feel about Broadrippleās Unofficial Clubs? Do they know about them? Are they a part of any of them? As opposed to the Boys club, obvy, he thinks the others are complete jokes. The Chastity Club (God Squad, Virgins Rā Us), and Broadripple Unsolved (Scooby Gang, The Goonies, Nancy Drew Crew) are the butt of many of his jokes, Ā Chastity more so the other, because just, why?
17. Does your character participate in any sports? If so, what made them join the team? Swimming. He liked the uniform, it looked fun, so he went for it. Not to mention his father made him do something, heās done it since freshman year and surprisingly grew fond of it.
18. What afternoon activities does your character do? Do they just do the one mandatory one or are they involved in multiple? Why? Just the mandatory one, volunteering at the animal shelter, simply because heās an animal guy. He actually got his kitten from the animal shelter his junior year.
19. Do they miss their home when theyāre at Broadripple? Do they often go home for the weekends or do they only go home during holiday breaks? Constantly. But only for Jingles ( the kitten we spoke about above ), and his room, aka his evil lair, and his one true escape. A big empty house with just his father isnāt his cup of tea, it hasnāt really even felt like a home anyway since his mother died. He goes home every other weekend, unless thereās a party going on that heās throwing, or a field trip.
20. Did your character know Izzy De Santis or Maggie Monroe? He did, granted not very well, heād had classes with both, and minimal interaction with the two.
21. Has your character heard of Edith Lynch? Do they know the story? Yes. Both his parents were attending when the incident happened and he constantly got told the story, no lie, it creeps him out to the max ( ba dum tisss) , and he immediately wants to change the subject when it comes up.
22. How does your character feel about Nighmore? Have they noticed the recently closed shops yet? Hates it. A strong word, but he steers clear usually, he doesnāt like what he doesnāt understand and refuses to go into town unless he absolutely needs to, so he definitely hasnāt noticed the shops.
23. Have you made any aesthetic Pinterest boards/WeHeartIt collections for this character? Or playlists? Anything you would like to share! Yes! Right HERE please feel free to follow! ( fun fact: his name was originally maximilianus but that changed, quick lol )