STERLING, maximillian gabriel

[MAXIMILLIAN GABRIEL STERLING]

MAXIMILLIAN GABRIEL STERLING

- - -you're a million ways to be cruel - - -[/center]

ALIAS

Max, or Ian. Occasionally Gabe.

AGE

32.

HERITAGE

British.

CLASSIFICATION

Demigod.

ORIGIN

Georgetown, Guyana.

SEXUALITY

Prefers women. Likes getting his dick wet, either way.

MAJOR/MINOR

Criminal Justice - Forensics

OCCUPATION

Police Deputy Commissioner.

- - - tomorrow is a day away - - -

PLAY BY

Christopher Hemsworth.

HAIR COLOR/STYLE

Max keeps his hair short, yet still grip-able, and has kept his his natural dirty-blonde since he was a teen. when he was 15, he went through the "I hate every and my life is a black abyss" phase, where he dyed his hair black, but promptly cut it off to a nice, grip-able length when he lost his virginity at age 16. Now, he just keeps it anywhere from 1/2 an inch, to 2 inches, depending on when he gets it cut, and how much sex he's having that month.

EYE COLOR

Light blue, with deep, dark blue edges around the iris. His pupil is constantly contracted from an eye-injury involving an angry Aetna demigod, and he's partially blind to the point where he only sees black and white in his left eye.

BODY TYPE

Max has a very large, muscular body. It's a bit too big for moving at fast speeds, but he's still built like a brick shit house. Because of being blind in his eye partially, he has a lot of wounds and mended broken bones from his horrible depth perception.

FACIAL FEATURES

Max has very defined features. A sharp jaw, rounded, but slightly pointy jaw, and a all-around boxy face. his nose is small, and has a cute little point to it, and his eyes are a bit too small for his face. His eyebrows make matters worse most days, by over-growing and completely taking over that whole area, so-though he won't ever admit to it-he plucks his eyebrows, or waxes them. He had dimples, and definitive smile/frown lines that lead down to his lips, which are a bit plump, according to some people, but he doesn't mind. Ladies don't seem to mind, either.

CLOTHING STYLE

Pimp as fuck.

- - - and yesterday was gone too fast - - -

LIKES

• sex
• smoking
• sandwiches (made by a good woman)
• comic books

DISLIKES

• getting shot
• getting attached
• pickles on his sandwiches
• not being in charge of sexy-times

ADVANTAGES

stamina - it's a whole mental perspective. let's just say, if you say jump, he definitely has the mental capacity to say, "how high?"
understanding - most things, max understands right away. or at least tries to. he's just a good listener.
persuasive - he knows how to get what he wants, and does it with a certain art that is not comprehensible to most men.
book-smart - despite being a total asshole, max is actually rather amazingly smart. he's horrible at understanding a woman's actions, but when it comes to the e=mc2 shit, he's down for whatever.

DISADVANTAGES

communication issues - horrible at staying afloat in a relationship. he just doesn't know how to ask what's wrong, or understand a woman's signals.
provocative - well, he gets a lot of sex. he's a charming arrogant asshole who gets a lot of ass.
thick-headed - he's really fucking stubborn, and rarely gives up on something once he commits. now, getting him to commit is a whole other ordeal.
derisive - he's an asshole. he pokes fun at other people's misfortune for personal amusement. he doesn't believe in sugar-coating things, 'cause that makes people soft and unable to handle the truth when it actually comes out.

PERSONALITY

Fuck bitches get money.

- - - you wonder what the future will bring - - -

OLYMPIAN MOTHER

Aphrodite.

FATHER

Joseph Evan Sterling - 60 - Fisherman

SIBLINGS

Quincy Percival Sterling - 22 - Artist

PET

Female WHITE German Shepherd - Nixe - 1 1/2 months old; puppy.

WEALTH STATUS

Middle-Class.

HISTORY

Joseph just wanted to escape the war. He had been living in America for school, and had citizenship. Therefore, he was able to be drafted into the war at the young age of 21. He served in the Vietnam war from 1971-1975, when it ended; not being one of the people who thought that the US had "won." When you kill that many people just because of their political view, no one wins.

There were many horrors, but also many perks to being in the army. One being the fact that whenever he came to California on military leave, there were a plethora of beautiful women waiting for him. When one caught his eye in particular, and he could get her out of his head, even after the war was over, her chose to look for her. It took him 7 years, 87 pity-fucks, and nearly his sanity, but he finally found the woman. Now, Joseph was by no means some gangly boy with nothing to offer. He was tall and handsome, with dark eyes and blonde hair, broad shoulders, built-like-a-brick shithouse. Of course, he had his flaws, but who didn't? His entire body was covered in scars, his hands were rough and calloused. It was no wonder if she didn't want to be with him. However, she told him she thought it was attractive. That she could make him feel better about what he had done; how many people he had killed. When she told him it reminded her of her husband, it was almost a deal breaker. Almost. Instead, they wound up having sex in the back of a pickup truck that he had been renting to get around Los Angeles in. Waking up the next morning with no idea where she went wasn't at the top of his list of how the night would end, but he wasn't too upset. He had had her, and that was all he really cared about at the moment.

Until he found his child on his doorstep. It was impossible that it was his, yet there the boy was, staring up at him with his big blue eyes and his teeny nose. He looked like Joseph's mother. It was mind-blowing. Then he found the note. Explaining everything. How there would be changes, something about a school, and a bunch of other shit that Joseph didn't understand. A demigod. That was something worth hiding. Without a second though, he packed his son, who he had named Maximillian Gabriel Sterling, and himself up, taking on the inconspicuous life of a fisherman in the small country of Guyana.

However, it didn't stop the government from knocking on his door. They wanted to take him for testing, for the "betterment of human life as we know it." Joseph flat-out refused to let his son go with the government, and although they left him alone for the most part, he could tell that they were keeping an eye on his son. Joseph doubled his effort by moving farther out towards the sea, winding up in a little place just outside the city, on the coast. it was much easier to fish there than in a bay, anyway. More fish, and less people to share it with.

As Max grew up, he learned the origins of where he came from. He studied a lot, got amazing grades, and never let his GPA drop below 4.5, which was higher-than-average anyway. He was just a good kid in general, and though he was a bit of a dick to people, he tried; he really did. He didn't really have the bouts of anger that they were forewarned about by his real mother. Instead, he just slipped into a lovely state of perpetual depression. It was, and still is, the most horrible part of his lifestyle. He couldn't stop it, so as early as age 9 was when he started taking medication for it. It sucked royally. So did the fact that his father had started seeing someone new. A pretty little blonde woman he had met at a bar in the city, during his weekly poker night with the guys. The fact that this woman was stealing his dad away from him pissed him off. Max was the son, he was supposed to be the priority. Not some hussy. That's when he started to get angry. Even angrier when Joseph married the damn woman. It sent him absolutely over the edge when he found out she was pregnant, and started smoking at the lovely age of 10 to cope with it all.

But when he siblings were born-yes, twins-he couldn't help but feel a little bad for being so angry. They were adorable. He swore to protect them with his life, so help him god. Hell, Joseph and his baby-mama-who he decided to actually start calling by her name, Beatrice-barely even got to see them because Max was doing the whole big-brother-raise-them-on-his-own thing. He was in love with his siblings. Maybe it was because they were so tiny. When the pamphlet came for him to go off to Thaedeus, he left his father and Beatrice with a huge long list of things to do for Quincy and Abigail if they got tired or sad or hungry. As if his parents-he used the term loosely, because Beatrice wasn't quite at the status of "mother" yet-didn't know how to take care of a baby.

Since Max wasn't really around a lot of people growing up, he had no idea how powerful his powers were until he got the Thaedeus. When all the girls hovered around him, he had no idea what the hell to do. So, naturally, he did what he normally did. He was a dick. To everyone. Some girls really fucking liked it, for some reason. So, after two years of being in the school, he actually agreed to have sex. At first, he had no idea what the fuck he was doing. But after, it all became natural instinct. He became known as the player at school, and pretty much all around the main parts of the city. A title he more-than-welcomed, but lived up to in every sense. What was the point in growing into his looks as a stone-cold sex-machine, if you didn't flaunt it? It was ridiculous, really.

As for the whole discrimination. He didn't care. It wasn't their fault they were different. And although it was a little weird to have unnaturals and nymphs around... So what? They were good in bed; what did he care? Actually, nymphs were the fucking best in bed. Must have been all the pent-up anger from dying or being killed. Whatever. People were people. He didn't really notice that he was a demigod most of the time, It was all a matter of opinion. And he didn't really have any of those.

After school, he took criminal justice and forensic sciences in university, moved back to Guyana for a couple of years to be with his now-grown siblings that he had only seen when they were little. When he was 26, he was offered a job at the Seattle Precinct, and he took it, leaving his 15-year-old siblings behind, but not forgotten. He sent them things all the time. Q's presents were always comics and other nerdy things, and Abigail's presents were always food. Mostly because in a family with two brothers that look like linebackers, it was a little embarrassing to have a tiny sister. Now that he's older, he still gets around. Now more than ever, actually. Who doesn't want to sleep with a sexy-ass cop with handcuffs? However, he feels like he's missing something, and still searching wildly for the answer as to what it is he's missing. Ruling out the depression, and being a dick, he still can't come to the conclusion that everyone else can see; he's a lonely, 32-year-old man, with no wife, no kids, and one dog that is too cute to function right now. Max is just blind to what he needs, and only gets what he wants, these days.

- - - as you worry about the sins of your past - - -

OOC ALIAS

rhia

EXPERIENCE

bitch, you ain't got nothin' on me.

OTHER CHARACTERS

no.