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—— maximilian "maxxie" lucky dawson

occupation — student and model by day, party animal by night.
age — twenty-one years young.
sexuality — bisexual, though he's only ever been females thus far relationship-wise, even though he personally shows a greater interest in males.
information — raised in new york his whole life by a formerly rambunctious a-list actress, it's no wonder maxxie turned out the way he did. it's believed he was adopted, having two mothers, but if you were to see one of them, sasha dawson, you'd quickly distinguish the striking resemblance between the two--how they act, how they looked, their posture--it's all the same. maximilian was born to a young couple, barely in their twenties. his biological mother was already striving for greatness at the time, and his father was just your run-of-the-mill business man. he was a meek and spoiled child, up until the point where his mom became heavily consumed in the life of fame and regularly attended and hosted parties, which included drinking and drug use, especially around max. because of this, his father ended up leaving her, and for the sake of maxxie, he attempted a legal battle to take him away from his mother. that didn't go as planned for him because he lacked evidence and the court would not hold max as the source of evidence because he was still too young, and sasha ended up taking custody over him. because she didn't want the man interfering with her life and her kid, she didn't even allow him visiting rights.

sasha didn't stop her antics there. she continued to spiral into an unhealthy lifestyle and maxxie was around for most of it. when he was ten, his mother came home one night after a sort of 'set-only' party with another actress, rather than another actor. he was old enough to know this wasn't just two friends meeting up, especially because he'd started showing interest in the same sex as well at that time. one thing led to another, and the two ended up marrying just a few months after said fling. his mother sort of focused more attention on her wife and less on him now that she wasn't single anymore, and without any sort of guidance things began progressing very quickly as he began to grow more interested in the life sasha was leading. his teenage years went by in a flash, and he barely had time to really develop on his feelings. at thirteen he acquired his first girlfriend--at fourteen, he lost his virginity. fifteen was his real milestone, however--cigarettes, weed, alcohol, parties--the list went on. one could say he was the cool kid in high school, the trend-setter, the rebellious model the girls swooned over. charming, he had and still has a way with words and a way to manipulate others. one of his major flaws, however, was school. there wasn't a single subject he was good at, well, except for art. through his incredibly energetic school life, art was just a way he could really let off some steam and relax. and he was good at it, like, really good. so good that with his mother's money, he was able to enroll into a prestigious art school soon after graduation.

in class, he isn't particularly one to shut up. he's cocky, bold, and enthusiastic, admired by some and hated by others, much like he was in high school. it'd hard to deny that he's popular around campus and very well known to host incredible parties, not to mention how inclusive and dexterous he is among all the social groups. with pros come cons, though. he's known to be quite the troublemaker among the school faculty, coming as far to say that some teachers actually refuse to teach him because he's so difficult. everything is more or less a joke to him, and his perception is that nothing really matters. he's only grown up a little, honestly, and though he's already twenty-one and owns his own apartment, he doesn't act very much like an adult, as far as anyone is concerned. however, could there be more to him that meets the eye?

uh a fun fact about me that's not rlly fun but kinda lame is that i like pretty much every music genre ever lol. like srsly beatles to biggie u name it like i'm listening to kesha as i type this.

actually same tho, it's just something about listening to different artists and genres that makes listening to music a little more exciting, if that makes any sense pff.

that's weird cuz i'm totally relating to randy more, i'm srsly the shyest most secluded person ever irl and i love ezra so much, like not only is he beautiful but he is so flippin' talented.

alrighty! the new format for ff is kinda' wonky, so the fancypost thing is totally excusable for me. c: and you can start, if that's alright.

—— maximilian "maxxie" lucky dawson

it wasn't until about fifteen minutes in until maxxie finally heard his alarm clock. he furrowed his brows as his eyes slowly opened, directing his brown gaze at the still-blaring alarm clock. he hit his hand down on the god-forsaken, so it shut up. it was a few seconds after he realized class was starting in twenty minutes. damn it, not again.

he rolled out of bed and groggily walking towards the curtains to let in some light. the brightness only enhanced his brutal headache even further. honestly, going out drinking on a school night always ended up just peachy for him. at this point he didn't even know why he did it. nor did maxxie care to think about this right now--the one class he didn't want to miss was art class.

showering and getting dressed cost him time, but soon enough he was popping a few painkillers, grabbing his books, and running out to catch the subway. class hadn't started yet, but by the looks of things he'd be just a few minutes late. art class was obviously the reason as to why most people even attended the school, and he was no exception. being able to do as he pleased, it was pretty much a leisure bit' for him. it was nice.

it was because of his professor, actually. the guy rarely talked, and when he did, it was him quietly cheering the class up. it was like they had a substitute for a teacher, but max wasn't complaining. not only was this man somebody he wished all teachers would act like, but he was also hot. if all professors looked like prof. rose, maybe he'd actually like school for once. max'd never verbally admit it, of course, but he knew he wasn't the only one who thought it.

he slipped out of the crowd of people at his stop, and briskly walked towards the art institute. maxxie was confident he wouldn't be missing and lessons, as that rarely ever happened in professor rose's class. he stepped into class, and as he expected, people were just working, and as he glanced over to his teacher, it looks like he was just at his desk, probably grading assignments. class had started just a few minutes ago, as he expected.

speaking of assignments, he had his one, way overdue, that he needed to hand in. a few students gave him a few dirty looks, but a few others smiled and waved. he waved back, grinning goofily at them as he walked over to the teacher's desk. "morning, prof. did i miss anything? no? okay, see ya'." , he said absentmindedly with a chuckle, dropping the folder with his sketch assignment on his desk and leaving to go join his friends in the back. nobody was working, which was strange--perhaps professor rose really was planning something for them today. odd.

(yes it was! and it's cool, ur post's great. i wouldn't think u wrote it at 5 am lol. if anything, mine's crappy pff.)

—— maximilian "maxxie" lucky dawson

maxxie stared blankly around the still classroom, tapping his pencil lightly to the tune of a song he's recently listened to. he couldn't bare the silence, it was so...awkward. he leaned over to say a few words to his pal in his right, but what interrupted as professor rose stood up before the classrooom. he noted the excitement that lit up in a few of his classmates' faces. probably because they were finally getting to do something other than doodle on the same few projects for a month. now max, as creepy as it may have sounded, he was more excited to hear his professor actually talk for more than two seconds.

he somewhat listened to what his professor had to say. jewellery, sketches, coffee--whatever. what he noticed was how he would occasionally stumble on words. he had a stutter? maybe that's why he didn't talk much. he smirked. "bless him, right?" , he chuckled quietly to his friends, who ended up giving him a weird look in return. once he finished explaining the project, maxxie looked over at the examples professor rose had provided for the class. then he looked at the coffee--no, no coffee--that'd just enhance his headache.

he was trying to listen, but maxxie ended up pretty much talking through the whole explanation to the people around him. as spring break was mentioned, they began asking him if he was planning anything. obviously he was, so their questions were pointless, really--they knew him well enough. he noticed as the rest of the class got out of their seats and went to get coffee. there was literally a line of kids, and even though the jewelry was on the same table, nobody seemed to pay attention to it. the few that remained began quietly sketching their designs as they listened to music. most imporantly, none of them talked to professor rose, they didn't even ask any questions regarding the project.

their little chatty group disbanded. well, it was more like maxxie disbanded from the group and went off to actually take a look at professor rose's examples. he had a small amount of knowledge on smithing jewelry, as did the rest of the class most likely. but coffee was slightly more important to them. this particular class, max liked doing well in. perhaps it was because he actually liked art, but part of it was also because he enjoyed the positive feedback he would recieve. most kids would take it and go, but max really did take it to heart whenever he was praised by his art professor.

he walked over to the examples he had set up. of course, he believed this would help him understand the project some more, but in a way, he also felt like this would catch his professor's attention, in a positive way. saying that, he was infamous when it came to craving attention, but this time, it wasn't something like telling a funny joke to belittle an authority, or bring them down with his cocky attitude. it was more along the lines of, hey look, i'm interested in something that involves you. max didn't think about it at the time, but he'd probably end up reflecting on his strange quirks at some point.

"hah, of course you made roses, professor rose." , he said, picking up one of the sets and examining it. he glanced sideways at the other, now that he got his attention. maxxie didn't know why he wasn't joining the conversations with the rest of the class, but for some reason he got a sense of pity when he looked at the teacher. it didn't seem like anybody wanted to talk to him, but maybe that's because he never really talked to anybody. "but this is really good. how long did these take you?" , he asked curiously. it probably seemed strange that he was attempting to make small talk with the teacher, something he rarely ever did in this class.

—— maximilian "maxxie" lucky dawson

he thought to himself, 'you really don't get out much, do you?' "yeah, and if i want to get mine to look remotely good, it'll take me one year." , he said jokingly, but he nearly pouted the moment he said he wasn't good at teaching the class. honestly, maxxie didn't find his classes 'fun' per say, but he did find them relaxing, which in his opinion, was equal to fun. there was a reason he actually strived to attend art class.

though he could barely apply the pie formula from middle school and would fall asleep during history class, maxxie was good at figuring people out to an extent. what he lacked in booksmarts he made up in wit. he was an outgoing person who spent a majority of his time around people, so he should be able to tell how a person is feeling just from interacting with them, and with professor rose, you didn't even need a social butterfly like himself to figure out the guy was nervous.

after all, he suspected this anxiety the second he started speaking in front of the class. maybe he didn't talk to the class often because he was busy with grading their work, and perhaps his stutter was simply an impairment. now that he noticed how freaking scared his own professor was of seemingly speaking to people, he understood why he pitied the poor guy more than he usually would pity anyone. what pulled at maxxie's heartstrings even more was how damn humble he was. he should've trusted his gut feelings instead of assuming he was a monotonous shut-in since day one.

once the man had finished speaking, maxxie almost felt bad for not interjecting into the conversation so the other wouldn't have a full-blown panic attack. he wasn't that scary, was he? "well, thank you, and if i need help i'll definitely ask..." , he said, smiling lightly at him. he put the ring back down. a few students looked over at him talking to the professor. they were snickering to eachother, expecting maxxie to say something ridiculous and break the guy like he did with many other professors. didn't they know he only did that to the ones he didn't particularly like? it was better to leave this conversation before they began chanting his name or something moronic.

it was strange of him to think this way, but maxxie sort of wanted to help him become the person he clearly wanted to be. professor rose said it himself--he didn't want the class to be 'boring', but what was probably restricting the man was his lack of social skills. "i'm gonna' get to work, i'm probably wasting your time--and my own time." , he chuckled, rolling his eyes, "but, since you said you don't get out very much, i assume that means you're not busy after class, and i assume i'd be able to ask you a quick question about the sketch assignment..?" , he exclaimed, not giving him a chance to respond, like at the beginning of class, and continued,"okay! cool! see after class, prof."

he walked back to his seat afterwards. it probably seemed very douchey of him, but he was just kind of like that. he was a cocky individual and it honestly couldn't really be helped, but it was probably better for him to leave the man alone for now. he didn't want to be questioned by a bunch of his closer classmates as to why he was 'flirting' with the teacher. but after class, he didn't really have to talk about his sketch assignment, he honestly just wanted to help the guy out--even if he barely knew him. maxxie himself didn't know why he felt so strangely benevolent...

(after ur character replies we can timeskip if you'd like?)

—— maximilian "maxxie" lucky dawson

maxxie had finished his sketch. he decided to go with a 'professor rose' inspiration since he didn't have many ideas, and went with a bracelet including an a pattern of four-leave clover indentations, clearly referencing his middle name. perhaps ripping off of his teacher wasn't the best course of action, but the man was kind of on his mind. hey, maybe this would show the man some sort of significance, that his jewelry meant enough to max to be used as a source of inspiration.

he finished way before class ended, but continued to 'work' on it anyway because he didn't want his buddies badgering him about whaever they felt like badgering him about; in this case, it was probably prof. once the bell rang, he stayed behind, and they did shoot him a strange look as to why he wasn't joining them. maxxie looked up with an unamused expression. "busy." , he said, and perhaps it may have seemed a little too irritable for comfort because they were out of the classroom faster than he could snap his fingers.

after the class was free of students, which didn't take more than a minute at most, he stood up from his chair and gathered his things, walking over to professor rose. in the dead silent classroom, that that could be heard were his footsteps, and even to him it seemed a little bit' intimidating. with a wide smile on his face he sat down in a seat closest to his desk. he didn't waste any time because the longer this dreadful silence would stretch on the more awkward this would be.

but now, how was he going to bring 'helping' him intot this conversation? it was odd enough he asked to stay out of class, but the moment he'd say 'i can help you out, i'm a socialite.', would be overly weird--maybe even creepy. god, he didn't thinm this through all the way, and now it was costing him. he opened his mouth to say something, but refrained, closed it, and said something else, "about the assignment, i wasn't sure whether you wanted...a background to be implemented in the design. i lost the handout and nobody would give it to me, so i decided to include one anyway. i was going to talk to talk to you before class about this but...i was late." , he said quickly.

making up a bunch of crap on the spot came easy to him. no whe had to avert the conversation, make it seem like something that could randomly spark in his mind and he could ask. "by the way, about what you said earlier, i can honestly say i don't think you're a bad teacher. i don't think anyone does, i mean, yeah, you're quiet but what the hell does that have to do with anything, right?" , he chuckled, and realized he didn't make much sense. a quiet teacher who didn't teach obviously wouldn't be considered a good teacher by any means.

"what i'm saying is, every other teacher either nags or yells, so, at least for me, you're a godsend, man." his eyes trailed up to the board. "but...i dunno', i'm guessing talking isn't really your thing, huh?" , maxxie added, a little more quietly, not trying to seem potentially rude and not wanting to seem as if he'd making assumptions about who his professor is. hell, what if the guy suddenly barked back. there was more to some people, and though he was an excellent judge if character, you could never be too sure...