Post by Race on Jun 17, 2007 18:18:39 GMT -5
Character Information
Name: Maxwell Ulysses Conlon
Nicknames/Names Called By: Known as Max, nickname is Maxie though it hasn’t been used since his boyhood.
Age: 19
PB: often older Gabriel Damon or Garrett Hedlund
Birthday: April 17, 1880 (in 1980’s-verse: 1969)(in 2007: 1969)(in 2011: 1969 for older, 1991 for younger)
Fandom: Newsies
Interests: pugilism, gambling, business deals, running the Bronx like a semi-dictator, drinks and cigarettes, any music from old Irish ballads to hard core, 1970’s 1980’s music he blasts from his windows.
Likes: His brother, cigarettes, his hat, women, friends, and a slight addiction to Irish whiskey.
Dislikes: Queens newsies, Mimic, stupid people, and a lot of other things he can’t name, but he’ll let you know.
Blood Type: A+
Personality: Max is headstrong; he also tends to come off rough and intimidating when he needs to get a point across. He has an attitude problem and tends to wear it proud. His sense of humor borders on perverted, and when you get him off on a joke of that liking it’s hard to get him to stop until he gets tired of it. When it comes to women Max is very flirtatious, infamous for having multiple girlfriends all across the boroughs, so much so he cannot remember half their names and will improvise until he says something one agrees on to keep from getting in too deep. He has a quick temper and can be angered at a pin drop, often times from someone smarting off to him or not doing something correctly that he asked them to do, like when the Bronx newsies trash the lodging house, the only person he has shown fear to is the man who runs the lodging house, partly because he’s bigger than Max, and partly because Max wants to keep his station in the Bronx newsies where it is, him the leader. For some reason, the other newsies from Manhattan and Brooklyn will come to him for romantic advice, one only assumes it’s because Max has seen it all, done it all, and his opinion will often lead them to what they need to do or what they don’t need to do.
Occupation: Bronx Newsie Leader, older brother to Spot Conlon.
History: Maxwell Ulysses Conlon was born in Dublin, Ireland to Damon and Flanna Conlon on April 19, 1880. They lived there until Max was 2, then with all the turmoil and poverty, Damon managed to get them booked on passage to New York, by then Flanna was rather pregnant with Spot, her stomach bulgling like a pumpkin that would be the future leader of Brooklyn. When the time came, the growing family was ushered onto third class in a ship, the trip over was cramped and stifling, Max was young enough to wander around but kept close to his mother while his dad argued with most of the help on the ship trying to get Flanna air. They made it to Ellis Island finally, but ended up sitting there for about two weeks as Flanna was checked over to make sure the baby was alright, and she wasn’t sick from the ride over, as was the rest of them, Max had a slight cold and nearly didn’t get processed, but a woman took pity on him being so small and let them through.
Once they got there, they moved to Brooklyn into the Irish neighborhoods, Damon got a job at the docks, loading and unloading cargo onto the boats, while Max stayed home with his mom, having turned three by now and trying to help his mother all he could. Then the day came that she went into labor while Damon was working the late shift at the docks, Max didn’t know what to do and the neighbors heard him screaming loudly about how his “Brudder was comin’!” someone got the doctor to help with the delivery, something went wrong, and Spot wouldn’t be able to be delivered naturally, but by C-section. Unfortunately, Flanna wasn’t able to make it through the surgery, not before naming the baby and telling the small toddler that was Max to keep his brother safe. Even then Max thought it was his fault, that he hadn’t helped his mother like he was supposed to. When Damon came home to all this he was distraught, being told even if Spot had been delivered naturally Flanna wouldn’t have survived.
Three years later, Damon had already lost his job, and put most of the Conlon’s house funds into his drinking habit he’d picked up months after Flanna had died. Max was five and Spot was three. He started taking his anger and drunken tendencies out on Max, throwing the small boy into walls, yelling at him that it was his fault their mother had died, and other acts of violence. He’d go after Spot, but not before Max could put himself between him and their father. Max wore the bruises and scars like symbols of battle, putting up with Damon only to keep Spot safe.
By the time he was ten and Spot was seven, and the drunken rages had become more and more violent as time went on, Max snuck them out in the dead of night, dragging the tired little brother all the way to Manhattan. There they had their first run-in with a very young Jack Kelly, Racetrack Higgins, and other Manhattan Newsies they would be on terms with in their future. They stayed a night at the lodging house before moving on to the Brooklyn lodging house; both missing the familiar streets, but making it important they stayed away from their childhood neighborhood. They both stayed there for two years, then Max left, now that he was sure Spot was safe, he needed to leave and venture out on his own, something pulled him to the Bronx like a magnet. There he had to toughen up more, dealing with the bigger, and much more intimidating than him, Bronx newsies. Their leader, Aephyx (named after asphyxia, which happens after you choke someone) took a liking to the young Conlon, spending extra time with him in the back alleys teaching him to fight, how to sell papers and get top dollar on them, and oddly, how to deal with the boys who lived in the lodging house.
Aephyx died of tuberculosis when Max was fourteen, handing over the title of leader to the older Conlon, and telling him what to do, and he knew Max could handle himself, and then died while Max still stood there. The lodging house was quarantined while Aephyx’s body was moved, Max standing there holding the key to the Bronx leader’s old room, unsure of what to do next. He spent the next couple of years gaining a reputation as the Bronx leader everyone was terrified of, no one ever saw his face because of his resemblance to Spot, but everyone knew about Max, he didn’t participate in the strike himself but he did send boys, not intent on running into anyone he knew again. Finally a year after the strike him and Spot came face to face, Spot got angry at him for hiding for so many years. But pretty soon they became known as The Conlon Brothers, Bronx and Brooklyn became a rather tightly bonded alliance, and with Manhattan taking up arms with them as well, they have become an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.
Picture:
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^Both the versions I use for him. If I could merge those two together, there would be my minds version of Max.
Name: Maxwell Ulysses Conlon
Nicknames/Names Called By: Known as Max, nickname is Maxie though it hasn’t been used since his boyhood.
Age: 19
PB: often older Gabriel Damon or Garrett Hedlund
Birthday: April 17, 1880 (in 1980’s-verse: 1969)(in 2007: 1969)(in 2011: 1969 for older, 1991 for younger)
Fandom: Newsies
Interests: pugilism, gambling, business deals, running the Bronx like a semi-dictator, drinks and cigarettes, any music from old Irish ballads to hard core, 1970’s 1980’s music he blasts from his windows.
Likes: His brother, cigarettes, his hat, women, friends, and a slight addiction to Irish whiskey.
Dislikes: Queens newsies, Mimic, stupid people, and a lot of other things he can’t name, but he’ll let you know.
Blood Type: A+
Personality: Max is headstrong; he also tends to come off rough and intimidating when he needs to get a point across. He has an attitude problem and tends to wear it proud. His sense of humor borders on perverted, and when you get him off on a joke of that liking it’s hard to get him to stop until he gets tired of it. When it comes to women Max is very flirtatious, infamous for having multiple girlfriends all across the boroughs, so much so he cannot remember half their names and will improvise until he says something one agrees on to keep from getting in too deep. He has a quick temper and can be angered at a pin drop, often times from someone smarting off to him or not doing something correctly that he asked them to do, like when the Bronx newsies trash the lodging house, the only person he has shown fear to is the man who runs the lodging house, partly because he’s bigger than Max, and partly because Max wants to keep his station in the Bronx newsies where it is, him the leader. For some reason, the other newsies from Manhattan and Brooklyn will come to him for romantic advice, one only assumes it’s because Max has seen it all, done it all, and his opinion will often lead them to what they need to do or what they don’t need to do.
Occupation: Bronx Newsie Leader, older brother to Spot Conlon.
History: Maxwell Ulysses Conlon was born in Dublin, Ireland to Damon and Flanna Conlon on April 19, 1880. They lived there until Max was 2, then with all the turmoil and poverty, Damon managed to get them booked on passage to New York, by then Flanna was rather pregnant with Spot, her stomach bulgling like a pumpkin that would be the future leader of Brooklyn. When the time came, the growing family was ushered onto third class in a ship, the trip over was cramped and stifling, Max was young enough to wander around but kept close to his mother while his dad argued with most of the help on the ship trying to get Flanna air. They made it to Ellis Island finally, but ended up sitting there for about two weeks as Flanna was checked over to make sure the baby was alright, and she wasn’t sick from the ride over, as was the rest of them, Max had a slight cold and nearly didn’t get processed, but a woman took pity on him being so small and let them through.
Once they got there, they moved to Brooklyn into the Irish neighborhoods, Damon got a job at the docks, loading and unloading cargo onto the boats, while Max stayed home with his mom, having turned three by now and trying to help his mother all he could. Then the day came that she went into labor while Damon was working the late shift at the docks, Max didn’t know what to do and the neighbors heard him screaming loudly about how his “Brudder was comin’!” someone got the doctor to help with the delivery, something went wrong, and Spot wouldn’t be able to be delivered naturally, but by C-section. Unfortunately, Flanna wasn’t able to make it through the surgery, not before naming the baby and telling the small toddler that was Max to keep his brother safe. Even then Max thought it was his fault, that he hadn’t helped his mother like he was supposed to. When Damon came home to all this he was distraught, being told even if Spot had been delivered naturally Flanna wouldn’t have survived.
Three years later, Damon had already lost his job, and put most of the Conlon’s house funds into his drinking habit he’d picked up months after Flanna had died. Max was five and Spot was three. He started taking his anger and drunken tendencies out on Max, throwing the small boy into walls, yelling at him that it was his fault their mother had died, and other acts of violence. He’d go after Spot, but not before Max could put himself between him and their father. Max wore the bruises and scars like symbols of battle, putting up with Damon only to keep Spot safe.
By the time he was ten and Spot was seven, and the drunken rages had become more and more violent as time went on, Max snuck them out in the dead of night, dragging the tired little brother all the way to Manhattan. There they had their first run-in with a very young Jack Kelly, Racetrack Higgins, and other Manhattan Newsies they would be on terms with in their future. They stayed a night at the lodging house before moving on to the Brooklyn lodging house; both missing the familiar streets, but making it important they stayed away from their childhood neighborhood. They both stayed there for two years, then Max left, now that he was sure Spot was safe, he needed to leave and venture out on his own, something pulled him to the Bronx like a magnet. There he had to toughen up more, dealing with the bigger, and much more intimidating than him, Bronx newsies. Their leader, Aephyx (named after asphyxia, which happens after you choke someone) took a liking to the young Conlon, spending extra time with him in the back alleys teaching him to fight, how to sell papers and get top dollar on them, and oddly, how to deal with the boys who lived in the lodging house.
Aephyx died of tuberculosis when Max was fourteen, handing over the title of leader to the older Conlon, and telling him what to do, and he knew Max could handle himself, and then died while Max still stood there. The lodging house was quarantined while Aephyx’s body was moved, Max standing there holding the key to the Bronx leader’s old room, unsure of what to do next. He spent the next couple of years gaining a reputation as the Bronx leader everyone was terrified of, no one ever saw his face because of his resemblance to Spot, but everyone knew about Max, he didn’t participate in the strike himself but he did send boys, not intent on running into anyone he knew again. Finally a year after the strike him and Spot came face to face, Spot got angry at him for hiding for so many years. But pretty soon they became known as The Conlon Brothers, Bronx and Brooklyn became a rather tightly bonded alliance, and with Manhattan taking up arms with them as well, they have become an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.
Picture:
i55.tinypic.com/25a4vua.jpg
i55.tinypic.com/55oz7d.jpg
^Both the versions I use for him. If I could merge those two together, there would be my minds version of Max.
