Post by maddox on Nov 7, 2009 22:17:41 GMT -5
Maddox 'Hatter' Harrison
Oceanic Flight 192 Ship Manifest - - - -
Ticket purchased for MADDOX HARRISON, at the age of TWENTY-TWO.
His last residence was LONDON, ENGLAND
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age: Twenty-Two
date of birth: January Fifteenth
eye color: Brown
hair color: Brown
height: around 6'0
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He's the funny, charming and fairly sarcastic up-and-coming musician. Maddox Harrison is following in the footsteps of his rock-legend parents, who were big into the music scene in the late sixties-early seventies. They made great success, and as a result, had children who were equally as gifted. Maddox has spent most of his life involved in music of some sort ... playing multiple instruments, singing, writing, etc. He was the middle child of three (he has an older brother, and a younger brother) - but was always had much more stage-presence than the other two. He was considered the front man; great vocals, amazing guitar player, and the icon of their band.
This didn't sit well with his older brother Marc, or course... nor did it sit well with his younger brother Miles. The three didn't really get along, as a result, and his two brothers were always rather jealous of their sibling. Maddox, as a result, began experimenting with drugs and alcohol - at times blowing shows and getting exposed in the British tabloids. This of course, didn't destroy his fame... but rather skyrocketed it - the papers and magazines claiming he was a rebel, a wild child rock star that came from a family of successful musicians in rock history. His name even got him the media nickname of the 'Mad Hatter' due to his sometimes unruly behavior. But really, it was the pressure, and Maddox couldn't take his brothers, or the fame.
But he DOES love his music. He is often writing or humming or composing in his head. But because of the drugs, he has some nervous ticks, and also smokes constantly.
He's kind of inspired by the 'Charlie' character - though a bit darker and not so overly bubbly. He was on the plane heading to rehab by request of his publicist (who thought it would make a good puff piece for the rehabilitated-rockstar-angle) - and seated in the first class section when it went down. He will eventually find his bag and his guitar, which includes his song notes and some personal items... even a few pills and drugs (which, he was able to smuggle on board after bribing the airline gate and security staff with some flash cash).
He'll be attempting to find himself (like so many others) as well as re-evaluate his life and his relationship with his brothers. He's worth an exceptional amount of money because of his fame in England and in the states. He's the regular, British-charmer who is going to stay close to whomever can keep him alive. He can make friends fairly easily, but his own secrets and nasty habits can get in the way of being incredibly truthful. In short, he lies a lot... and if the situation calls for it, won't hesitate to manipulate someone for his own gains.
Maddox will attempt to renew his simple love of music - without the glam and drugs that have come with fame and stardom. Though he's well aware that rumors of the plane crash and his 'death' will surely skyrocket the record sales of the band. But mostly, Maddox will come to realize that despite all the fights he has with his siblings - he cares deeply for them, and loves not only playing music... but playing music with them.
He tends to act a bit rashly, and won't hesitate to defend those he DOES befriend on the island. He isn't really a leader figure, but a tag-along, who will get bored sitting on the beach and offer to go on any excursions that might be happening. He tends to chain smoke a bit, and seems to have a little sarcastic or witty comment for almost ANY situation he finds himself in. All in all, Maddox isn't a BAD guy, but he certainly isn't one to be trusted entirely.
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RP experience: incredibly extensive
how did you find us?: already play here
age: 23
gender: male
rp sample:
[from previously accepted bio, Sofia Lynd]
All was silent as the evening began to grow later. The Paris city traffic and nightlife actually beginning to wind down.
But the peaceful silence above the city didn't last long. It never did in this city, it seemed.
A brief hiccup of silence, followed by the sound of air rushing to separate from a once unoccupied space; leather reflected the moonlight which poured from the full moon as a female appeared, tumbling from mid air, onto the rooftop, and rolling a bit until coming to a stop. Letting out a small whine of pain, Sofia didn't embellish it for too long - before she was scrambling to her feet, and beginning to run across the rooftop. She could already feel the warm ooze of blood drizzling down her arm - even through the leather. Though now, there was a sizable gash sliced on her upper arm where the bullet grazed.
She could hear the distant sound of shouts and footfalls; they were approaching fast in their attempts to keep up with the assassin. Sofia was never labeled an 'assassin' - she was an espionage who was required to spy and attain information. However, the job could turn violent. And when it did, she crossed the line into 'assassin'... though she would never admit or adhere to such.
Glancing behind her, the French born girl continued to run - noting the subject of her panic approaching closer and closer, as she ran to the edge of the rooftop. Then with a powerful jump, Sofia cleared the drop, and landed gracefully on the neighboring rooftop before continuing. Thank god that faction of her abilities was there; the agility. The poise. The grace and stamina, Even when dressed in this leather attire. Not to mention how her years of gymnastics were now extremely valuable.
These were the first cops she'd seen in a while who were actually giving a chase. It rarely happened, since their job required them not to be seen... these agents. But sadly, Sofia had no sooner finished the job - than the authorities had come knocking on this guy's hotel door. Other people in the hotel had reported drastic noise complaints against this occupant... which... as it turned out, was Sofia 'finishing the job'. She'd managed to scramble out the window onto the balcony - before climbing up to the roof. But the police were then in hot pursuit.
Normally, she had a good five minutes before they arrived. Plenty of time to escape.
But tonight had NOT gone according to plan, and now, these yahoos were actually chasing her on the rooftops. Javair would undoubtedly talk her ear off about it when she escaped. And she WOULD escape. She had to. Granted, these boys-in-blue were not as agile as Sofia, but had the advantage of weapons. Weapons they were currently firing at her. One had even managed to graze her arm, and was now causing the femme-fetal a great deal of pain, which ultimately, she had to try and ignore until she escaped their sights.
With a well timed jump and flip, Sofia avoided getting hit again, before falling downward to a lower level rooftop and continuing to run and jump over the gaping separations between alley's and neighboring rooftops. With her adrenaline rushing through her body - Sofia counted on her reckless abandoned to make this final jump. Leaping into the air, Sofia fell a few stories - before rolling and rumbling onto the roof below. The cops were running as if they were actually going to ATTEMPT it... however, as they drew close to the edge, the police were forced to skid themselves to a stop. Or face plummeting to their deaths without the acquired accuracy.
Disappearing into the dark shadows of the lower, connected rooftops .... the guards began to catch their breath.
"Dammit!..." One cursed, swatting at the air with furious intent.
The other turned to walk away from the roof's edge. "Don't worry. You got her in the arm, Preston. We'll call the hospitals and tell them to let us know if any females check in with a bullet wound." He grumbled.
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Opening her eyes in a flash - Sofia caught her breath, panting in and out as she became aware of her surroundings. Fire. Smoke. Screaming. Debris.
Sitting up, she winced a bit at the pain flashing in her side. Looking down and gripping it, she noticed blood seeping through her shirt. Grunting, Sofia forced herself to get on her hands and knees... her eyes looking around. Others were scattered about the beach area; some dead, others critically injured, and others running around simply screaming in terror and confusion.
Forcing herself to stand on weak legs, Sofia grit her teeth and forced herself to concentrate.
What the hell had happened?...
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