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amongushq · 7 years ago

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Welcome (back) to Among Us, FLEUR! MAXWELL AHN ( with the faceclaim of JUNHONG CHOI ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS, where we hope HE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!

Some people struggled with the interviews, especially if their characters weren't big talkers. However, you managed to use the interview format to introduce the character through different perspectives as well. It's certainly a different take from everything else we've seen, so it's a big plus. The explanations were also on point - we were given an accurate description of the character’s personality and their backstory, all in one place. At the same time, we could see the connection of your character with their foster parent and it’s certainly a sight to see!

AND YOU ARE…?

What is your full name, and when were you born?

“Maxwell- what a stupid name. Her choice, no doubt. Always needed to feel special, that one. You couldn’t even pronounce it as a child, kept calling yourself ‘Masg-ell’ until I taught you your family name. This at least you didn’t get from her. Complicated woman gave you a complicated name. Now your father, he was a simple man until she bewitched him. He was into Arts, a dreamer; but dreaming doesn’t make a person more difficult, it only makes them soft. You, on the other hand, aren’t soft. You’re merely spineless. Probably comes with being a water sign.”

— He loves his name. It’s the only thing he’s got from his parents, the only proof he’ll ever have that they loved him. His mother picked a name for him, making him hers. His father made him part of his family by giving this unexpected son a last name. Complicated then simple, it has a nice ring to it. It reminds him there once were people who gave a damn who he’d turn out to be.

Maxwell Ahn, born March 8th, 1997. Meaning he is currently 20 years old, and a second decan Pisces.

Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.

“I know how she seduced him. Oh, you think I shouldn’t talk about that, do you? That you’re too young to hear? She was younger than you when they met, and that didn’t stop her. I don’t care what you think, your mother was a…” …. “There’s no such thing as loving someone with your body. What sort of ridiculous concept is that? Love comes from the brain. No, not the heart, you hopeless fool ! Bodies are sinful. This woman was the devil incarnate, a succubus. Your father was smart, driven, ambitious; he nearly threw his career away for her, stopped training as much as he should have. A dancer’s body is a beautiful machine, but it needs work. She didn’t care about any of that. Instead she’d take him to the ocean, do silly things like walk out in the rain — he got so sick I thought he’d cough up a lung. And where was she then? When he wasn’t so carefree, so joyful, where was she? Ah, sure, she brought in all the fun. But when there was trouble, when she stopped enjoying herself, who was there to pick up the pieces? That’s right, I was.”

— But no matter what she says, his fondness for his mother grows the more Vivian’s hatred shows.

Maxwell is a son of Hedone, goddess of pleasure and enjoyment. Being a daughter of Eros, no need to point out what kind of pleasure she specialises in.

Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?

“Where are you living now? I wasn’t expecting this. You live nearby? I’ve never seen you. I don’t know that it’s a chance meeting. Chance means luck, doesn’t it? Seeing you won’t make me find money on the sidewalk. There’s a town offshore? Ah, near the shore? That’s good for you. Well I’m— I’m doing good, why do you ask? Do I not look good? Oh Maxwell, what a silly question. Men never stay, I don’t embarrass myself with them. A what? You’ve got a- oh. Oh, that’s surprising. I wouldn’t think you’d be interested— why, of course because of the way you dress. Yes, the whole rest of you as well. A flat? Hmm… You seem to be doing well for yourself.” Scoff. “I’ll sound surprised if I damn well want to.”

— While living in New York with Rose had been a dream, and their reason for moving more than dreadful, he can’t help but thank his lucky stars for allowing him to lead a happy, healthy life.The gods know he was never told he could make it, and that makes this victory feel like a miracle.

A nice flat in New Athens. He splits the bills with his girlfriend and tries very hard not to eat all the chocolate, out of fear she’ll kick him out. Some things are more precious than they seem.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)

“Sometimes I wonder what I have ever done to be burdened with a child like you. The mothers and nannies at school used to look at me with envy, they thought you were such a gift. Of course as soon as you started growing up they realised something was wrong with you and you were more of a curse than a blessing, and they stared with pity instead. Honestly, Maxwell, I’ll never understand you. It’s a wonder to me why you keep hoping for something I wouldn’t even know how to give you. After all, you make no effort to understand me, do you? Have you ever, just once in your life, tried to see things from my perspective? I didn’t have to keep you, but I did. For your father. All I ever wanted from you was to not get me in trouble, but every time you could stand out, you did. I could never walk with my head held high from the moment you started talking — honestly, child, what in your life was so difficult that you’d be the one people should feel sorry for?”

— The day he was claimed, Hedone’s own understood why Vivian could never fit him in her life: she had forgotten all about amusement, taking care of herself, enjoying life. She had no room for a smile when her lips were pursed and her jaw constantly clenched.

The journey of Maxwell Ahn is a long one: born to a goddess who couldn’t keep him by her side, although she would have loved to, it didn’t take long before he was placed into the care of Vivian Wu, an embittered former dancer whose dream had turned to dust after an injury. Maxwell’s father did his best, for a few months, to look after his son; but his intense devotion to his trade and a certain recklessness due to the love of his life leaving soon got the best of him. While Vivian was only supposed to care for the child until the man she loved healed and regained his usual strength, heart failure isn’t forgiving when you don’t listen to its first warning. Which is how the small boy was lawfully entrusted to Wu, something his mother oversaw with a frown and a silent, disappointed shake of her head.

If asked to recall his life before camp, Max would have a hard time give any details: the whole thing is vague, a nagging feeling more than memories. He knows he only ever made friends for a little while before they found him too strange, a kind word compared to what he would later come to hear. There was the way he would never play unless the entire group was satisfied with the game of choice, would go out of his way to make everything pleasing and beautiful. He created a world around himself for everyone to enter, which made it hard for anyone to feel welcome. Not that he minded, at the end of the day: he knew how to keep himself busy, he had his stories and colouring books, his imagination and the dolls the nice neighbour had given him in secret, because Vivian hadn’t wanted to buy him any. Sometimes in summer he’d spend more time cleaning all his toys in a small inflatable swimming pool that he’d do actually playing with them.

How his godly heritage came to his attention he can’t remember, either. There must have been a satyr involved, the young boy attending camp every summer from the young age of twelve. He wasn’t claimed until his second summer there, though, something that made puberty this little bit more awkward. Childhood had been fine by Maxwell, his round face and easy smile opening doors behind which younger kids waited, always girls; yet as he grew older the perception of his visit started to change in the adults’ mind. Suddenly he wasn’t allowed too often, too long, especially not with the door closed. He knew in their eyes he was becoming a man, and that hurt: he didn’t want to be a man. Coming to think of it, he didn’t want to be a woman, either. All Maxwell wanted was to be himself, a person. Why could no one else see him as just a person? Why would imagined behaviour and feelings get in the way when he wasn’t guilty of any of it? He said that much to his friends at camp, and for the most part they understood. After a couple more years it was easier to explain how ‘he’ or ‘she’ or ‘they’ were empty words to the child of Hedone, who couldn’t find a person in either suggestion. He didn’t shrug that first coat of ‘him’ and ‘his’ he had been assigned, as he was used to it and there wasn’t a better alternative anyway; but whenever he could he’d tell people about the vacuity, the lack of depth and meaning that came with it all. How the less those words were used, the better.

All this didn’t go well with Vivian, or the people at school, or the teachers. When you have the monopoly of normalcy it’s harder to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, and the gap between camp and the rest of the world had never been wider. Pleading with Chiron took longer than asking Vivian to let go of him; if anything, the woman was relieved. Her love for the late father hadn’t made it into any kind of fondness for the child, whom she had signed up to keep fed and clean and under her roof, but never to feel for as she would have her own. Good riddance, her eyes said as she dropped Hedone’s child off with all the clothes he had decided to bring along on that new adventure.

After that, things were as uneventful as one could expect with a second Titan war. Lots of training and steeled fear, but nothing Maxwell would later come to deem out of the ordinary. The calm that followed was much worse: while most people were either mourning life or celebrating it, one of Maxwell’s friends headed back to her native Ireland, only to find herself prisoner to a goddess with shifty motivations. It was from uneasy letters he received that Max figured out what had happened, and he knew then he couldn’t leave his best friends in the clutches of a chthonic menace. Yet what was he to do, the frail son of Hedone who was still afraid of the dark if no one was holding his hand? He needed help. He needed knowledge. He had heard of people going to the Underworld before, and in his desperation thought he might as well do it too. Get familiar with the type of surroundings, sing the Ghostbusters theme to himself before heading back out, see if he’d be capable. Just a test. Foolish, ridiculous, test.

The daughter of Nyx who had brought him just inside what she had called a ‘back door’ must have been surprised when, a relative amount of time later, someone else completely walked up to her, grin cutting at the edges, eyebrows dancing like a provocation. “Don’t worry, your friend’s with me,” the stranger said as he tapped two fingers against his temple. When they left the Underworld, Maxwell’s body was hardly noticeable, encased as it was in the pyrite-encrusted wall of the tunnel he had ventured in.

Between being given free reign over Eden’s body (such was the name of the strange boy who had, somewhat, robbed Maxwell Ahn of his spirit and channelled it into himself) only once in a while, and waking up at the back of his head only to hear or see the most troubling thing, the months spent as a “head-space roommate”, as the chthonic demigod called it, were not exactly what the amateur dancer would have called ‘fun’. He had rescued his friend, a victory Eden loved to attribute solely to himself when he hadn’t been alone on the quest, but Max despaired to ever be anything more than a ghost again. Luckily for him, with Gaea’s half-awake mumbling, disruptions had caused underworldly dwellers to pay more attention to their surroundings — which was how Angelos, a goddess the grandson of Psyche had never heard about but would come to profoundly respect, figured out how her only child had managed to get away from her. As much as Eden had tried, as he was chastised, to keep his insubstantial friend from hearing all that transpired between his mother, another feminine voice, and himself, said friend managed to overhear snippets of their conversation — something about being on Angelos’ ground and territory, not Hades’; talk of a warped place, apparently where he had gotten lost and met Eden; hushed tones when it came to someone’s body being left here doesn’t mean they’re dead, it’s the opposite. Souls stay here, bodies don’t. We’re actually complying to the natural order of things by sending him back—

Home sweet home: it was back in his body and with Eden in tow that Maxwell reintegrated the Hedone cabin, after a lengthy talk from Chiron (another lengthy talk). It took as long as it had to make his body his again as it had to actually get it back, but it was all worth it. Not to mention the knack for the creepy and eerie the whole adventure had brought him: nothing spectacular, of course, but in the mortal world he’d be able to pass for a medium. There were perks to having been walled up in hell.

What were you doing prior to The Recall?

“…”

— Does he miss her? Maybe, sometimes. Not really. He wonders what she’s up to, if she’s finding peace like he has. Hopefully someone, something will come along and fill her heart to the point of bursting with excitement and the certainty of happiness lying ahead.

Between the natural charm of a daughter of Aphrodite and the quieter kind of attraction a child of Hedone could bring, Max and his girlfriend, Rose, were living pretty decently in New York. Their flat was entirely decorated to their liking, their neighbours liked and trusted them, monster attacks were swiftly taken care of or averted (lots and lots of sage burning and lavender stuffed in throw pillows)… They even adopted Easter, a dog that started out as a trap so Rose would forget all about her partner eating her chocolate. It worked, which gives the younger one a good idea as to how honest mistakes could be atoned for in the future. Truly, life before the Recall was everything Maxie could wish for and more, and while he understands the urgency behind Zeus’ order, he longs for the day things will be peaceful again.

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