HM: Phillip Maxwell

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_{Finally getting back to his original design... slowly...}



Name: Phillip Maxwell
Age: 13
Birthday: April 4th
Heigh: 147 cm, more or less~ (4'10 ft)
Creature: Trak. He can shift his form into anything he wants as long as the size is similar, and first turning into smoke. [link]

He's one of the hosts, along with Drake, Ortrun, Lacuna and Kaori of the Hiems Mansion.


Personality

Phillip is a 13 year old who loves being mischievous and scaring people by transforming into creepy or disgusting (or both) beings, usually dark shadows with bright red eyes as his own.

He also loves playing with his own body, making people believe that he took his head off (which he did, but without the blood) or cut off an arm. Sometimes (but just rarely) he dares to mess up with someone else's body to torture them psychologically. He can disconnect nerves to avoid pain.

He is overly curious and tries everything new, after, of course, overcoming the fear. He's easy to scare despite his looks, and naive to an unexpected degree, as he was not raised fully in a normal ambient.

He doesn't really follow the authorities, and would rather be the one giving the orders unless he's really scared, vulnerable, or he actually admires someone else. In that case, he'll let them command. Otherwise he behaves like a leader.

He's not responsible and always leaves everything unfinished, hoping others will finish for him. That's why he hired useless Vlemieschi, the Janitor.

He likes and hates...

He likes cozy clothes, such as long cloaks and scarves.
Covering his fingers with cloth or gloves is something he tends to do to avoid being too cold.
He likes scaring people just to see their reactions.
He loves candies. As a trak, he doesn't need to eat food. He can just turn his surroundings into smoke and leave his organs do the rest, but he loves candies. Chocolate, toffee, marshmallow... any sweet in general.

He hates ice, icecream. He'd never tell, though.
Snow, and cold weather when he hasn't warm clothes on. Cold makes his shapeshifting ability decrease.
He can swim (and quite well), but he won't get near to water unless it's either really fun, or really necessary, as it would get him cold.
He also suffers from constant nightmares, so he hates sleeping.

Abilities

His most developed ability is shapeshifting, which he usually uses to turn into mist/smoke (he moves around this way by sliding, gliding or creeping...), or to scare people, transforming himself (or them) into something else, usually disgusting.

He can also make people get into induced nightmares, but he's not conscious about that power...

Back Story

He was raised on Earth for most part of his childhood, so he may be related to humans and share cultural facts with them. Soon enough he found out he was not just a weird kid and his adoptive father made him exploit his powers. In summary, he ran away and found himself, eventually, lost in a foreign dimension where he found out about his true identity and decided to find his real parents. To his disgrace, one he found them, he didn't get the welcoming he had expected... After some other mishaps he found himself in the mansion. _{I won't give many details... they could be spoilers for upcoming projects.}

Aquitances

He knows way too many people already, so he easily forgets their names or when they met, something that didn't happen at the beginning of his management.

I should have kept a list, shouldn't I?

Hates
Fears
dislikes
Likes
Will taunt
admires
Close friend

Kaori
Drake
Lacuna
Razori
Stellar
Isis
iLo
Claire
Ortrun
Zenith
San
Vlem
Allison
Val
Saylem
Everett

RP samples

Phillip: *he's still wet from the lake. He shouldn't have tried to catch that breathfish, even if it stole his whole bag of candies. With his fists clenched, he kicks the door of his room open, too tired to bang it closed again. The lot of pillows that lie around him are waiting for him to lie down and sleep... but he knows what comes with it. His body shakes a little, and not exactly because of the cold. He doesn't want anymore nightmares. He snarls and runs to the shelf, the little vials shining in the reflection of his huge round eyes circled by deep dark bags. He hasn't slept in three days now, but that's a little time for him. He should be able to resist a day or two more, but again, without the candies to help him stay awake and high on sugar, there's very little chance to do so. Reaching out, he grabs one of the flasks and pops it open.* Viola, I hope you knew what you were doing... *all of the concoctions he had stolen used to belong to his friend, the girl that had been the closest to a mother he ever had. She's gone, of course. Everyone abandons him, and he has gotten used to it by then or so he thinks. Taking the glass container, he looks at its green contents... For a second, though, they seem to be red. It's like pleasure mixed with terror.* This was in your "dreams related potions section. I really really hope you were organized enough! *The liquid slips down his throat, like a stealthy killer... but no pain comes afterwards. He's used to harming himself accidentally and it not happening this time almost disappoints him. The cushions bounce when he jumps on them, letting the slumber take over his body... And he's now standing before the lake. Not Hiems's lake, but THE lake. He calls it the Lake of Nightmares, and from its waters, the hands crawl to drag him in... He tries to move but he's paralyzed. Obviously, this potion was not for avoiding nightmares.*

AND YES, HE HAS HAIR AND TEETH even if he's an amphibian. I DON'T KNOW WHY, ASK MY 13 YEAR OLD SELF.