MABBITT, maxwell scott

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maxwell scott mabbitt.
twenty two ,, tempe, arizonea ,, satan's alley/lead guitarist ,, heterosexual ,, goofy ,, max green
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"usually i like to joke around, meaning i'm a pretty funny guy. actually, in high school my stereotype was that class clown. usually i was the one causing all the laughs, and sure, they might have been at me instead of with me, but i couldn't complain. i pulled all the jokes, said all the stupid shit that would get me in trouble, all that good stuff. actually, it always got me in trouble, but whatever, it's not like i cared. i'm also quite lazy when it comes down to it. i'll be the one asking for someone to get something for me, even when it's five fucking feet in front of me. sometimes a little extra effort isn't that fun for me, so hey, that's what friends are for. you'll probably most likely see me sitting on the couch, playing video games then out running around the grounds. exercise, yeah not really my thing. i'd say i'm pretty outgoing. i like to talk to people and i really don't care what people say about me when i tend to run my mouth. usually i talk more when i'm drunk, but whatever right? right. i'm pretty loud when i talk too. i can't help that i have a somewhat loud voice, it's just who i am and that's my story and i'm sticking to it. i can have quite the temper and i usually don't think before i speak, meaning that sometimes i say shit that usually ends up hurting someone or another. when i do get pissed though, i narrow my eyes and talk really fast. and i usually get really shaky, so that's when someone can tell when i'm angry. and it doesn't take much to make me annoyed, which - in turn - leads towards anger which leads towards someone also getting pissed at me. i can be really sarcastic at times, but hey it's all in good fun. usually i try not to use it too much because sometimes it hurts, i understand that and i try to at least respect people as much as i can, so stick that in your juicebox and suck on it. i like to party as much as the next guy, and i'll enjoy a few beers, or ten, but i don't do it every night. i know my limits and i have some respect for my liver, maybe not my lungs, but for my liver.

alright, so i was born to christine mabbitt way back in the day. actually, back in the day being twenty-two years ago, but same thing right? my dad used to have a name, but i forced myself to forget it and just call him asshole. anyways, life was grand and dandy until a few months after i turned six. my dad and mom were usually fighting really heavily ever since i could remember, which would lead him to a bar and he would eventually come home at eight in the morning then pass out on the couch. one time it got really bad and he left and never came back. in fact, my mom got the divorce papers in the mail a few days after he just vanished. by the time i turned eight, my sister catherine had been born to some guy who my mom had some fling with. that continued until i was twelve when she met erick and eventually just ended up marrying the guy. i couldn't complain, he wasn't that bad.

i met derek back in first grade and we instantly clicked, being best friends ever since. he's basically like my brother. the stupid mother fucker, i'd do basically anything for this guy. i was usually the kid to lead in the mischief act, always causing some kind of problem all throughout elementary school. middle school was pretty much the same except dealing with stupid mother fuckers and more interested in doing something with some girl then homework. i'm surprised i passed middle school as i never really did anything or just skipped. but i met a very 'special' girl in late eighth grade, and she actually is still very dear to me. i actually met savannah through her brother, who was a very dear friend of mine. we started to hang out in early high school and soon were basically inseparable by tenth grade, or somewhere around there. it would always be me, vana, derek and her brother. always. that was, until her brother got into a fatal car crash and vana had never really been the same. she started to get into drugs and shit then - of course - she got me to try some and before i knew it it was all i thought about. all i wanted was drugs, drugs, drugs. and it started out with just pot, then turned into the harder, more bad drugs.

all throughout high school, i was fucked up on something, and people probably did know that i was, but whatever. it was then that me and vana decided to start dating, and when we hung out we basically sat there and just got more fucked up as the minutes went by, among other stuff but that, my good, dear friends, is our business. i also met chrissie and craig in high school and instantly clicked with them. craig's also like a brother and i care so much about chrissie that sometimes it scares me. me and vana had dated for five years, five fucking years when she decided to screw me over. of course, during those five years it was all 'drugs, drugs, drugs' but it was a good five years. then i found out that vana had gotten blown as fuck and had also gotten wasted and fucked some guy whose name i can't remember. well, naturally i broke up with her and went on my merry way, ignoring that she had broken my fucking heart because she was too high to think.

so, i attempted to get clean, and let me tell you, that shit was the hardest thing i had to do, but i'm clean now, and still friends with all my friends except savannah. such a shame. and as for my home life, i usually didn't see much of my family as i was always out. they were basically like strangers who just put food in front of my face and let me have a place to sleep. of course, i was close to catherine because she was my younger sister and i had to watch out for fucking idiots like me for her, but i never really talked to anyone else. sometimes i would run away for days at a time before going back because i was starving or sick of sleeping in the cold. and even then, sometimes catherine would just glare at my direction and not speak to me. basically, i was the 'family failure' until i got clean, but even then they refused to talk to me and still do. i'm not hurt by it though so whatever.

although, it seems like ever since i met nevada i'll relapse again. not caring though, that's the nicest feeling in the world. you should try it some time. "





^{hey, so i'm heather. i've been roleplaying for three years now. as well as this character, i also play sebeastien, nell and dexter. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by caution and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

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