Put on your pretty lies

NAME: Maverick Jay Bell-Winchester
NICKNAMES: Mav, Rick, Ricky, MJ, JB, K-osTheory, EOL67, AVK(acme verb kill), BnEU (Break and enter user).
AGE: 26
DATE OF BIRTH: 10/10/1984
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
SPECIES: Human
OTHER: N/A?

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EYES: Narrowish, sharp looking, gray in color.
HAIR: Short, light brown. Known to sometimes grow it out and dye it dark.
HEIGHT: 6' 3"
WEIGHT: 200 lbs.
MARKS: Nasty scar on right knee (bike incident), scar across upper left arm (broke it in base jumping incident), scar on the underside of his chin (tripped and fell). Various other scars.
OVERALL: Maverick is tall and thin in appearance, built very much like his half-brother Sam. His frame isn't as muscular yet, as he doesn't work out particularly hard or do anything that requires him to be in such shape. His facial features tend towards his father's side of the family, though not in coloring. When it comes to coloring, he takes after his mother's family with fair skin, fair eyes and fair hair giving him a rather nordic apperance.
FACE CLAIM: Garrett Hedlund

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LIKES: Computers, Extreme sports, Adrenaline, Coffee, Women, Motorcycles, Videogames, Techno music (some of it anyways), Sci-Fi, double bacon cheese burgers.
DISLIKES: Analog, equipment, Authorities, Business dealings, Boredom, Most major social events, Working, Tabloids, Interviews with emotional questions, Talk of his mother, Being questioned about his father.
STRENGTHS: Computers, Parachuting, Motorcycles, Money, Videogames.
WEAKNESSES: Cooking, Swimming, Adrenaline Junkie, Promises (will never break one), Hot headed.
FEARS: Losing everything, ending up in a nursing home.
THE OBVIOUS: His name, heir and present owner of BCCI, he's a daredevil, most of his exploits and pranks (all plastered across the tabloids; Bellwin heir jailed - AGAIN!).
SECRETS: Who his father is (hasn't really told anyone yet), How much money he actually has, what all he knows.
PERSONALITY: When he was little, he was that kid that would bike a few miles to the nearest arcade and would spend hours in it, feeding quarters to machines, self-efficent, happy to live off of arcade popcorn and greasy hotdogs. As he got older, that didn't really change much. He's reclusive, spending most of his time alone and holed up in his downtown Los Angeles apartment, custom, three-room home right on the Port, or crashed in the back room of his favorite arcade (which he bought just to keep it open). He spends hours upon hours in the dark with his eyes glued to a flatscreen either for his video games or his computer, sometimes, both at once. He loses himself to the cyber world. On the internet he is known simply as K-osTheory, a blogger who keeps everyone updated on the latest in the technology world, as well as frequently making call backs to the 'golden age' (the 80s) of arcading. He is known for making games both new and retro avaliable for free downloads, each download avaliable only for a limitted time. His alter-ego K-osTheory is into all things geek from StarWars to TRON to Sega Genesis, the guru of technology information.
When he does leave his little world of darkness to give his bloodshot eyes a break, it's usually to be the wild-child heir that the tabloids paint him as. He races cops on his motorcycle, escaping most of the time thanks to smart manuvers. He crashes parties of all calibers, from college fraternity ones to those of the rich and powerful, usually in extravagent manner. He's an adrenaline junkie who travels the world for the next great fright or extreme sport - snowboarding in Aspen, basejumping in Hawaii, Rockclimbing in Asia, diving in Australia, spelunking in Mexico, spending the night in haunted underground Edinborough, anything to get his adrenaline rushing and heart pounding. He's the nutjob who looks down a barrel of a gun and laughs like it's some sort of hysterical joke. He tends to live like there's no tomorrow, risking life and limb every day for stupid stuff. A part of him doesn't even want to live to be old, he wants to live fast and die young. He feels guilty for not being able to step up and fill his mother's shoes, he knows he could never run BCCI like she did, so he runs away from it. He's constantly running from his past, trying to escape as much of it as he can. He never forgets a promise and keeps them all, no matter how small and what risk it means to him. He hates losing and can't accept it. If it looks like he's going to lose, he just fights harder and cheats.
HISTORY: Maverick Jay Bell was born on the tenth of December, 1984 to a pioneer in the feild of technology, Miss. Mary Jane Bell. She and her son lived with her parents to make things easy on the boy who's father wasn't around. Mary Jane had just been a depressed fling for John Winchester and she never tried to pressure him into being a father, well aware that he already had two boys from his deceased wife. Everything Mary did was for her son. He was left at home all day while she worked to build Bellwin Computing and Communications Industries up to it's greatest potential. She would come home to have dinner with her son, play a video game and then tuck him in, then she was back at work again. She was doing it for the right reasons, to make the whole world avaliable to her boy, give him everything he could ever want or need, but all he wanted was his mother.
As a child, Maverick spent most of his time alone, playing with action figures in his room, or going on his bike to the arcade with his pockets full of quarters. He'd play there for hours, going home in time for dinner, and sometimes disappearing in the night to go back. Everyone in the arcade knew him, the kid with the mop of light hair and naive gray eyes. He biked himself to school every morning, then to the arcade after where he'd eat an after school snack of a greasy hotdog or popcorn then play games until dinner time. He worked hard to impress his mother with his grades, wanting to grow up to be like her, making things to help people, controlling a business. He saw his father maybe twice between the ages of one and seven, surprised when the man showed up, avoiding him and his two sons which Maverick failed to recognize as his brothers, he even failed to recognize John as his dad.
Work seemed to eat up more and more of his mother's time as he got older. July twentith, 1993 his mother had promised to take him to the beach. Instead she worked and when she came home, her eight year old son yelled at her. They fought, Maverick ending the fight by locking himself in his bedroom in tears, yelling that he hated her and he didn't want to see her ever again. This would be his biggest regret. The next morning he never got up to say good-bye to her. That day she died of a brain annurism at work. He's never gotten over the guilt of it, hating himself and blaming himself for her death. This was when he went from being a reclusive nerdy kid to something much worse. At eight years old, he was the heir to one of the biggest computer technology companies in the world and one hell of a fortune. He stood to gain full control of it all when he turned eighteen - posessing the controlling stocks, gaining the fortune that would be built up for him, the house he grew up in and the rest of his mother's material posessions.
After her death he became troublesome, getting in fights with the bullies at school, spending more time locked away on his own. He became more withdrawn, refusing to talk to anyone. He even ignored his family at the funeral, running out and all the way to the arcade in the middle of the service. It was made clear that as far as he was concerned, he was an orphan. He wanted nothing to do with his family, shunning his father and his grandparents. His grandparents did the best they could to protect him, barring John from visiting. It worked for a while. During his teen years Maverick only saw his father on a handful of occassions, the meetings were icy, though on one of them John taught his son how to drive in the Impala. It's the only real happy memory of his dad that Maverick has. His grandfather died when he was fourteen. And he had to put his grandmother in a senior facility when he was nineteen.
Once he finished High School, he went on to attend MIT. There he started out well, but his grades gradually declined as he got bored of it all, dropping out in the spring of 2007. The following year he made headlines by crashing the Oscars and Grammys, one by way of parachuting in, the other by riding his motorcycle through. That was just the beginning of it. He started stealing technology from BCCI as well as other technological companies, breaking in, downloading programs straight from the source, and replacing them with stupid youtube videos on the companies servers. If they wanted them back, they'd have to download them free from 'K-osTheory'. His face kept appearing on covers of tabloids all across the country from then on, for a motorcycle crash, for more insane stunts. The first thing he bought when he came into his fortune at eighteen was a Ducati motorcycle. He also bought a couple of apartments in the Los Angeles, one down town, one closer to Beverly Hills, and a three room studio-style green home at the port. He also bought a garage, the arcade he grew up in, and a black '67 Impala, just like his dad's.

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