Application for Legion
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metemmods Player Information
» Name: K (kvlt)
» Date of Birth: 02/04/1993.
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» Contact: sleepingvanity@aim / kakfaandco@gmail
Deity Information
» Pantheon: Judeo-Christian
» Deity: Legion
» Reference: [legion], [reference for demonic behavior]
» Divine Family: {father} God; {siblings} Angels & Fallen
» Mythology: Legion was not one entity, but many, all of whom had possessed the same man. He was so fearsome, and so destructive, that he'd thwarted many attempts at trying to shackle him. He was known to scream, and mutilate himself while terrorizing anyone that came across the mountain paths he frequented. Upon being confronted by Jesus about the state of his possession, he expressed an intense fear at being harmed or 'tormented' before it was 'their time'. The demoniac is depicted as speaking rather loudly, often screaming, crying or simply yelling, and when his name was demanded, the demons inside the man called themselves "Legion", because of the sheer multitude of demons inside of the man were comparable to the average military legion.
Realizing that Jesus was going to exorcize them, Legion begged not to be sent 'out of the country', which would either be the literal country of Gerasenes, or a metaphor for being sent to Hell. Regardless, the demoniac had managed to spot a great herd of swine feeding in the mountains. They begged to be sent, rather, into the swine. With permission, the demonic legion therefore left the man, and entered the swine, driving the entire herd to their deaths off of the side of a cliff.
Character Information
» Played By: Kett Turton.
» Journal:multitudes
» Current Name: Maximilian "Max" Mason
» Birthdate: 01/16/1991
» Height: 5' 5"
» Distinguishing Marks: Self-mutilation scars on stomach and chest, including the number '6,000' scarred into his abdomen, and an inverted crucifix on his chest. Hides these under clothing.
» Family: {mother & father} Sybil & Markus Mason; {marital status/spouse} Single; {siblings} None; {children} None; {pets} One cat, named Asbestos.
» Occupation: College Student (Ohio State, Undeclared Major), & a part time job at a record store.
» Currently Residing In: Columbus, Ohio.
» Ability: Polyglossic Vocals: Legion is a swarm of demons, and occasionally, he can act like it. His defining ability involves his voice, and being able to speak with more than one at the same time. They're all saying the same thing, but instead of the one (just Max), he sounds like an entire crowd. This has a habit of peeking through when he's scared, aggravated, or just plain not paying attention to what he's saying. Keeping it in is a conscious effort on his part.
Animals are often prone to acting up around Max as well. He can't do anything about it, but they never seem to like him, and in fact, can become quite aggressive towards him, or simply in his presence.
UPDATED ABILITIES: Can briefly 'possess' people, and animals. Cannot stay in a host body for very long, and can't really make the body do anything useful. However, the body being possessed will find itself subject to wild fits and incoherency for the duration of Legion's assault. The host body (Max), however, will be obviously lethargic and possibly catatonic. It's a very rough process.
Additional Attribute: His voice is constantly going to sound a little off. Like more than one are speaking at the same time. He's not going to be very talkative.
» History: This incarnation, Max, is Legion's third attempt at reincarnating itself into one single being. The first two attempts were absolute disasters. The first ended almost as soon as it had began, in a suicide that had a young Quaker boy of only 13 slicing his wrists open in the local church. The second, ended in insanity and immensely painful shock therapy. These are the only things that Legion cares to store away in the collective consciousness, and they absolutely haunt Max every day, as makeshift object lessons that keep him from acting too much out of line. This implants two major fears in Max's head: The fear of asylums, and the fear of suicide. Having ruled out these two options for how he wants his life to go, he's pretty much forced into acting coherent, and trying to integrate somewhat normally with society.
Sybil Mason was in for a surprise when little Max was born on one cold, January night in 1991. Her husband, Markus, had driven her to the hospital through a terrible snowstorm, and, while this had nothing to do with baby Max, it certainly set the tone for the rest of his life. Chaotic.
As soon as he was born, it was obvious that there was something wrong with the way he cried. There were so many voices coming from one infant…all crying in unison, of course, but it was quite the disturbing amount of noise. After much medical testing, doctors simply found that there wasn't anything particularly wrong with little Max, and that whatever symptoms he was exhibiting seemed to die down within the week. It was a curiosity, and nothing more to most of the doctors, though his parents were less than relaxed about the situation. The multi-voiced cry came and went through his first few months. But by the time he was a toddler, it had dissipated almost completely. It still reared it's ugly head when he threw tantrums, and screamed, but it wasn't anything constant.
He was a relatively hyperactive child. He spent his youngest days running around, and being unruly, but nothing highly unusual for a young boy to do. His mother had gone on to pursue a fuller career in her field of study, and soon became a licensed psychotherapist, with less than adequate time to spend with little Max. His father wasn't around much, either. Max was left to his own devices most of the time, developing a temper and an imagination, as well as a preference to be alone.
However, about age 10, Max started to come into his own as Legion. It started out small enough. The young boy heard voices that weren't there, and like a slow trickle, more and more voices started adding to one another. His attempts at voicing this issue were seen as cries for attention. He told his parents he heard voices numerous times without any gain, and it took him telling them what the voices were actually saying in order for him to finally be taken seriously. His mother had always figured he'd been mimicking the symptoms of some of the patients she'd talked about at home, trying to get her specialized attention, but once he revealed that they were telling him to carry out violent fantasies and do things that were much too destructive for the average 10 year old to know about, she started to take him seriously. He was immediately taken to another psychologist, and examined. This, of course, only seemed to provoke him. Scare him, really. He didn't know what exactly was wrong with him, but they were throwing around words like "schizophrenia", and he found himself much too frightened to understand it.
By 15, he was faking it. He heard voices on a day-to-day basis. Thousands of them. But he refused to breathe a word about it, and instead, would lock himself in his room for a good amount of time, rocking back and forth trying to calm and appease them all, speaking to himself in whispers. Apologizing, afraid, laughing, and quiet. Something about those words…'schizophrenia', 'asylum', 'mental health', made him quake with fear. He couldn't place the source of his dread, but he knew he simply could not do that again. High school proved useless. He managed to pass, and that was good enough. Truth be told, he stumbled through most of it in a daze, his head a mess. Girls never looked at him twice. He was too weird, too twitchy. He'd been caught talking to himself several times, as well as pulling his hair and hurting himself through other means. He felt like a failure. A freak. But, he found that Legion, this…hoard of voices inside his head gave him all the strength he needed to make it. They pushed him, tore him down, to build him up into something more than Max, and something a little more like Legion. Someone who caused trouble and did what he wanted, regardless of what other people thought about it. Scaring the weak-willed, tormenting the meek, and generally being a complete menace for around a year or so. His parents didn't know what to do with him but ship him off for more therapy, which he spent lying his way through until he seemed 'better'.
He learned his (or rather their) name at 17, and it came as the biggest relief of his entire life. However, it also triggered a psychotic episode that had him hospitalized and restrained, all those voices screaming through him until his throat gave out. Laughing, screaming, crying, trying to claw himself out of his skin, one phrase and one phrase only on his lips for days. "We are many." repeated a sickening, multitudinous number of times.
This psychotic break had Max taking a year off before starting college, and getting some serious therapy while his parents looked on, immensely worried. They had the money to put him through various treatments, and it took Max a while to finally get back into his head. He couldn't hold a decent job for a while, until he was able to "convince" his parents and his prospective employers that he was mentally well. Which, he never really had been. That screaming demoniac still resided inside of him, but…for the collective good, it was best to pull the mask of 'Max' over top of the swarm. Max got cleaned up a little, Legion pulling the strings to make him seem like all was well. He got a little job, and started attending college. Being fully aware of who they were, made it easier for every entity to work in tandem. Max became nothing more than a shell. Just a home for a swarm of demons who now had one, definitive name to grasp onto. Legion.
He isn't together, and he isn't quite all there. But he has learned over the last few years how to keep himself looking more docile and sane than he actually is, which has helped him convince his parents that he can live quite decently on his own. Which would also be a lie, as he spends a lot of time neglecting to take any medications he's been prescribed (they don't do much for him but make his head so quiet it hurts), and occasionally going without food or sleep for several days. Sleep, especially, seems to elude him. Though you can find him working early in the morning at his crappy little job with an honest, off-kilter smile on his face. College is a hassle, and his grades are a little bit lacking, but he shows up periodically, only to cram and do quite decently.
» Personality: Despite being in one body, no one would ever venture to describe Legion as "together". He's a walking hive of demons, trying to keep the body that they all inhabit alive and well simply to have a place to stay. Legion comes first. Max is secondary. Though, being the owner of the body that they're all forced to inhabit, Max seems to have a little more weight to his voice than the rest of the crowd on occasion, if only to take care of basic functions like eating and getting dressed. Sometimes he looks perfectly fine, and the demon-powered machine is working so well that it's hard to tell that there's anything wrong with him, but this is quite rare. Most of the time, he's a mess, torn with disagreements between different factions and different feelings and thousands of opinions. It makes him a highly unpredictable individual to deal with. He never knows what he wants, and tends to not want to stick to any one idea. It is impossible for him to focus on any one task, and he tends to be horrible at following his own train of thought. It's not unusual to hear Max switch topics mid-sentence, or suddenly stop talking. He goes through spells of being unable to do much but stare, usually brought on by extreme confusion or distress. It's not that he's catatonic, but the Many are simply trying to come to a consensus, and…on occasion, it takes a while. He also goes through spells of extreme hyperactivity. Sometimes it's difficult to get him to shut up, and sometimes he'll barely speak. He's a man of unhealthy extremes, usually taking up both sides of the spectrum, holding nearly every opinion on nearly every issue and switching between them without so much as a blink of the eye. It makes him confusing, even frustrating to deal with.
Legion is prone to lashing out, as well. Most of his own frustration is directed inwards, at a perceived inability to function normally and a sense at being very upset with himself. When Max does something 'wrong', the Many are quick to tear him down about it. He is constantly trying to appease the voices in his head, in an effort to get them to stop causing him so much distress. It's part dictatorship, part democracy.
His mannerisms are often extensively awkward. He's twitchy, fidgety, and has a difficult time staying still. He rocks a bit as a coping mechanism when he's anxious, which…happens quite a lot, due to his 'condition'. He's been teased for it quite a bit since he was little, so, when he's anxious, you can most likely find him in the most secluded corner of his room (or the closet, or his bathroom), rocking back and forth with his arms over his head. It's what he does to cope, and there's a lot he has to cope with.
Legion's very nature as a demon makes him what most would consider 'evil'. He does have a mean, violent streak that shows through, and he does somewhat enjoy toying with people and freaking them out as much as they'll let him. However, Legion is not 'together' enough to be an incredibly devastating force for evil, though he may claim to be, and may make quite the deal out of himself being the incarnation of an entire demon army. Yes, he is dangerous when provoked and prodded at, but he spends most of his time much too torn apart by the indecisiveness of the Many to actually do much. He likes to make a bit of a spectacle out of himself to ward people off, but this is mostly defensive. If he is destructive, it's on impulse, and often very irrational. He'll often hurt himself and break things without explanation.
It's not as if Legion is devoid of positive aspects to his personality, however. He's interesting to talk to, and incredibly versatile. He's very fond of things to which there is substantial variety. He loves music, and art, specifically, and seems to have a good handle on expressing himself through both. Mainly because words seem to fail him, occasionally. He's the type to try anything once, and, despite his frustratingly indecisive nature, can appear to be quite 'spur of the moment'. He's not incapable of making friends, and, once he knows he's in 'good' company, will often open right up and be very outgoing. Befriending him means putting up with wild changes in mood, his little twitches and habits, and his somewhat odd way of speaking, but he can be quite loyal when he wants (or has) to be. Max, the boy, really does want to fit in. He would give anything just to be able to walk up to someone and not have to deal with not knowing what to say because there are too many options. He's actually quite creative, and is able to see many different viewpoints on any specific subject. Were he relaxed enough, this could really become a skill.
Legion is many things. A fierce demon army, an inexplicably twitchy college student, and a very scared little boy. Max does not have any real idea who Max is, or what he's like, what his goals are, or what his personality is really like. He does not know himself as one entity, but he fears, deep inside, that he will get lost in the crowd and never be able to find himself again. He doesn't always want to have the whole demonic Legion tearing his brain to pieces and making it so he can't simply be. His worst fear is losing himself completely to the chaos and doing something irreparable. He also constantly lives under the fear of being committed to an asylum, which is a very real fear for him to have, particularly with his mother in the position that she's in. He's always being dragged off to counselors and psychologists, and he has had to come up with a very good 'poker face' to get past these sort of ordeals.
» Other Notes: Legion is a very twitchy person. His hands are very prone to moving somewhat on their own, and he tends to tug and pull on his hair or clothing, rock side to side on his feet, and generally look perpetually uneasy (particularly because he is). He's got several scars from clawing at himself but he does a decent job of hiding them under his clothing. Removing his shirt, you'd find the number 6,000 scarred into the side of his abdomen, as well as an inverted crucifix. He's never been interested in pursuing a sexual relationship with anyone, but considers himself, at the very least, bisexual. May also refer to himself in the first person plural (i.e. "we" or "our") when aggravated, nervous, or just not paying attention.
» Sample Journal: I'm not sure what to do, really. It's not like- Sometimes I just- um. Sometimes I really hate shopping. Did you know they think you're shoplifting if you stand around too long? That's when they generally start asking questions like "Do you need help finding anything?" 'Do you need help finding anything?' is pretty much universal code for 'You look like you might steal shit, so I'm going to follow you until I can tell that you're not.'
Jesus. Um. So, that happens to me a lot. A whole fucking lot. Excuse me for standing around, but we're - some of us are- not so lucky to just be able to grab something off the shelf and go sometimes. Especially when it comes to music. I mean, fuck- do you know how many times I've been looked at funny? I actually got, like tackled once on my way out of a store because something I actually bought set off the security alarm. Bullshit. Right? Fuck, you'd think this shit would be easier.
» Sample Log: Max stood, wavering back and forth on his feet in front of the CD selection. It had been nearly ten minutes since he'd done anything but stand there, occasionally lift up a CD, stare at it for a while, and put it back down. His other hand went to his mouth, chewing a little on the ratted sleeve of his grey hoodie. Something in his head whispered 'you look crazy', and he snapped his hand back down into his pocket. No more chewing on it. Right. His wild eyes scanned the selection, and he felt like backing into a corner and dying. Legion could not come to a complete consensus on what would be worthwhile. In fact, the only thing that was in agreement was that this was a terrible, terrible thing. That people were looking at them, staring at them, wondering why he couldn't make up his mind. What was wrong with that guy? Was he crazy? Max took a deep breath, and reached out to grab a rap album, one he thought he liked...only to receive a loud, screaming chorus in the back of his mind of "NOT THAT ONE" that made him jump and drop the CD onto the floor. Now people were definitely staring at them. Now someone was walking over, and his hand was going to his mouth again.
"Do you need help, sir?" his tone was calm, but something in his voice was... judgmental. They were being judged. Max's heart sped up a little as he tried to collect himself, scooping the CD off of the floor.
"We-I...I don't need help. I don't need...help, I'm fine." he rattled softly, setting the CD neatly back where it had been. It was so difficult, so difficult to concentrate with so many people crawling around in his head. So many people talking, trying to come up with what to say next. And he was being stared at. They were being stared at. Part of him wanted to...
"What are you looking at? What are you looking at?" it came spewing out of his mouth, his voice a low, deep hiss. The words were disjointed, and emphasized strangely. It sounded quite like someone had played a recording of each word out of context. He was chewing on his nails now, nervous, wanting to scream, wanting to apologize, and not being able to decide on which. So many options. His head was starting to spin to suggestions manifesting themselves in his brain as shouts and whispers. 'Kill him'. 'Run away'. 'You're making a spectacle out of us.'
He took a good, wavering look at the man who was now trying to avoid looking at him, and quietly turning back to look at the CDs. No. They couldn't decide on anything tonight. It was best just to go back home, and lock himself in his room with his heavily stocked mp3 player, so he could listen to whatever he felt like and simply hit the skip button once he'd changed his mind again. He ambled somewhat nonchalantly out of the store, his gaze raking everything over, while he felt his brain heave a big, collective sigh. They were going to be fine. Everything was calming down. He brought a hand to his temple, as if to try soothing his brain.
"I'm sorry." he murmured to himself.
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» Name: K (kvlt)
» Date of Birth: 02/04/1993.
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nnnarcoticzzz» Contact: sleepingvanity@aim / kakfaandco@gmail
Deity Information
» Pantheon: Judeo-Christian
» Deity: Legion
» Reference: [legion], [reference for demonic behavior]
» Divine Family: {father} God; {siblings} Angels & Fallen
» Mythology: Legion was not one entity, but many, all of whom had possessed the same man. He was so fearsome, and so destructive, that he'd thwarted many attempts at trying to shackle him. He was known to scream, and mutilate himself while terrorizing anyone that came across the mountain paths he frequented. Upon being confronted by Jesus about the state of his possession, he expressed an intense fear at being harmed or 'tormented' before it was 'their time'. The demoniac is depicted as speaking rather loudly, often screaming, crying or simply yelling, and when his name was demanded, the demons inside the man called themselves "Legion", because of the sheer multitude of demons inside of the man were comparable to the average military legion.
Realizing that Jesus was going to exorcize them, Legion begged not to be sent 'out of the country', which would either be the literal country of Gerasenes, or a metaphor for being sent to Hell. Regardless, the demoniac had managed to spot a great herd of swine feeding in the mountains. They begged to be sent, rather, into the swine. With permission, the demonic legion therefore left the man, and entered the swine, driving the entire herd to their deaths off of the side of a cliff.
Character Information
» Played By: Kett Turton.
» Journal:
multitudes» Current Name: Maximilian "Max" Mason
» Birthdate: 01/16/1991
» Height: 5' 5"
» Distinguishing Marks: Self-mutilation scars on stomach and chest, including the number '6,000' scarred into his abdomen, and an inverted crucifix on his chest. Hides these under clothing.
» Family: {mother & father} Sybil & Markus Mason; {marital status/spouse} Single; {siblings} None; {children} None; {pets} One cat, named Asbestos.
» Occupation: College Student (Ohio State, Undeclared Major), & a part time job at a record store.
» Currently Residing In: Columbus, Ohio.
» Ability: Polyglossic Vocals: Legion is a swarm of demons, and occasionally, he can act like it. His defining ability involves his voice, and being able to speak with more than one at the same time. They're all saying the same thing, but instead of the one (just Max), he sounds like an entire crowd. This has a habit of peeking through when he's scared, aggravated, or just plain not paying attention to what he's saying. Keeping it in is a conscious effort on his part.
Animals are often prone to acting up around Max as well. He can't do anything about it, but they never seem to like him, and in fact, can become quite aggressive towards him, or simply in his presence.
UPDATED ABILITIES: Can briefly 'possess' people, and animals. Cannot stay in a host body for very long, and can't really make the body do anything useful. However, the body being possessed will find itself subject to wild fits and incoherency for the duration of Legion's assault. The host body (Max), however, will be obviously lethargic and possibly catatonic. It's a very rough process.
Additional Attribute: His voice is constantly going to sound a little off. Like more than one are speaking at the same time. He's not going to be very talkative.
» History: This incarnation, Max, is Legion's third attempt at reincarnating itself into one single being. The first two attempts were absolute disasters. The first ended almost as soon as it had began, in a suicide that had a young Quaker boy of only 13 slicing his wrists open in the local church. The second, ended in insanity and immensely painful shock therapy. These are the only things that Legion cares to store away in the collective consciousness, and they absolutely haunt Max every day, as makeshift object lessons that keep him from acting too much out of line. This implants two major fears in Max's head: The fear of asylums, and the fear of suicide. Having ruled out these two options for how he wants his life to go, he's pretty much forced into acting coherent, and trying to integrate somewhat normally with society.
Sybil Mason was in for a surprise when little Max was born on one cold, January night in 1991. Her husband, Markus, had driven her to the hospital through a terrible snowstorm, and, while this had nothing to do with baby Max, it certainly set the tone for the rest of his life. Chaotic.
As soon as he was born, it was obvious that there was something wrong with the way he cried. There were so many voices coming from one infant…all crying in unison, of course, but it was quite the disturbing amount of noise. After much medical testing, doctors simply found that there wasn't anything particularly wrong with little Max, and that whatever symptoms he was exhibiting seemed to die down within the week. It was a curiosity, and nothing more to most of the doctors, though his parents were less than relaxed about the situation. The multi-voiced cry came and went through his first few months. But by the time he was a toddler, it had dissipated almost completely. It still reared it's ugly head when he threw tantrums, and screamed, but it wasn't anything constant.
He was a relatively hyperactive child. He spent his youngest days running around, and being unruly, but nothing highly unusual for a young boy to do. His mother had gone on to pursue a fuller career in her field of study, and soon became a licensed psychotherapist, with less than adequate time to spend with little Max. His father wasn't around much, either. Max was left to his own devices most of the time, developing a temper and an imagination, as well as a preference to be alone.
However, about age 10, Max started to come into his own as Legion. It started out small enough. The young boy heard voices that weren't there, and like a slow trickle, more and more voices started adding to one another. His attempts at voicing this issue were seen as cries for attention. He told his parents he heard voices numerous times without any gain, and it took him telling them what the voices were actually saying in order for him to finally be taken seriously. His mother had always figured he'd been mimicking the symptoms of some of the patients she'd talked about at home, trying to get her specialized attention, but once he revealed that they were telling him to carry out violent fantasies and do things that were much too destructive for the average 10 year old to know about, she started to take him seriously. He was immediately taken to another psychologist, and examined. This, of course, only seemed to provoke him. Scare him, really. He didn't know what exactly was wrong with him, but they were throwing around words like "schizophrenia", and he found himself much too frightened to understand it.
By 15, he was faking it. He heard voices on a day-to-day basis. Thousands of them. But he refused to breathe a word about it, and instead, would lock himself in his room for a good amount of time, rocking back and forth trying to calm and appease them all, speaking to himself in whispers. Apologizing, afraid, laughing, and quiet. Something about those words…'schizophrenia', 'asylum', 'mental health', made him quake with fear. He couldn't place the source of his dread, but he knew he simply could not do that again. High school proved useless. He managed to pass, and that was good enough. Truth be told, he stumbled through most of it in a daze, his head a mess. Girls never looked at him twice. He was too weird, too twitchy. He'd been caught talking to himself several times, as well as pulling his hair and hurting himself through other means. He felt like a failure. A freak. But, he found that Legion, this…hoard of voices inside his head gave him all the strength he needed to make it. They pushed him, tore him down, to build him up into something more than Max, and something a little more like Legion. Someone who caused trouble and did what he wanted, regardless of what other people thought about it. Scaring the weak-willed, tormenting the meek, and generally being a complete menace for around a year or so. His parents didn't know what to do with him but ship him off for more therapy, which he spent lying his way through until he seemed 'better'.
He learned his (or rather their) name at 17, and it came as the biggest relief of his entire life. However, it also triggered a psychotic episode that had him hospitalized and restrained, all those voices screaming through him until his throat gave out. Laughing, screaming, crying, trying to claw himself out of his skin, one phrase and one phrase only on his lips for days. "We are many." repeated a sickening, multitudinous number of times.
This psychotic break had Max taking a year off before starting college, and getting some serious therapy while his parents looked on, immensely worried. They had the money to put him through various treatments, and it took Max a while to finally get back into his head. He couldn't hold a decent job for a while, until he was able to "convince" his parents and his prospective employers that he was mentally well. Which, he never really had been. That screaming demoniac still resided inside of him, but…for the collective good, it was best to pull the mask of 'Max' over top of the swarm. Max got cleaned up a little, Legion pulling the strings to make him seem like all was well. He got a little job, and started attending college. Being fully aware of who they were, made it easier for every entity to work in tandem. Max became nothing more than a shell. Just a home for a swarm of demons who now had one, definitive name to grasp onto. Legion.
He isn't together, and he isn't quite all there. But he has learned over the last few years how to keep himself looking more docile and sane than he actually is, which has helped him convince his parents that he can live quite decently on his own. Which would also be a lie, as he spends a lot of time neglecting to take any medications he's been prescribed (they don't do much for him but make his head so quiet it hurts), and occasionally going without food or sleep for several days. Sleep, especially, seems to elude him. Though you can find him working early in the morning at his crappy little job with an honest, off-kilter smile on his face. College is a hassle, and his grades are a little bit lacking, but he shows up periodically, only to cram and do quite decently.
» Personality: Despite being in one body, no one would ever venture to describe Legion as "together". He's a walking hive of demons, trying to keep the body that they all inhabit alive and well simply to have a place to stay. Legion comes first. Max is secondary. Though, being the owner of the body that they're all forced to inhabit, Max seems to have a little more weight to his voice than the rest of the crowd on occasion, if only to take care of basic functions like eating and getting dressed. Sometimes he looks perfectly fine, and the demon-powered machine is working so well that it's hard to tell that there's anything wrong with him, but this is quite rare. Most of the time, he's a mess, torn with disagreements between different factions and different feelings and thousands of opinions. It makes him a highly unpredictable individual to deal with. He never knows what he wants, and tends to not want to stick to any one idea. It is impossible for him to focus on any one task, and he tends to be horrible at following his own train of thought. It's not unusual to hear Max switch topics mid-sentence, or suddenly stop talking. He goes through spells of being unable to do much but stare, usually brought on by extreme confusion or distress. It's not that he's catatonic, but the Many are simply trying to come to a consensus, and…on occasion, it takes a while. He also goes through spells of extreme hyperactivity. Sometimes it's difficult to get him to shut up, and sometimes he'll barely speak. He's a man of unhealthy extremes, usually taking up both sides of the spectrum, holding nearly every opinion on nearly every issue and switching between them without so much as a blink of the eye. It makes him confusing, even frustrating to deal with.
Legion is prone to lashing out, as well. Most of his own frustration is directed inwards, at a perceived inability to function normally and a sense at being very upset with himself. When Max does something 'wrong', the Many are quick to tear him down about it. He is constantly trying to appease the voices in his head, in an effort to get them to stop causing him so much distress. It's part dictatorship, part democracy.
His mannerisms are often extensively awkward. He's twitchy, fidgety, and has a difficult time staying still. He rocks a bit as a coping mechanism when he's anxious, which…happens quite a lot, due to his 'condition'. He's been teased for it quite a bit since he was little, so, when he's anxious, you can most likely find him in the most secluded corner of his room (or the closet, or his bathroom), rocking back and forth with his arms over his head. It's what he does to cope, and there's a lot he has to cope with.
Legion's very nature as a demon makes him what most would consider 'evil'. He does have a mean, violent streak that shows through, and he does somewhat enjoy toying with people and freaking them out as much as they'll let him. However, Legion is not 'together' enough to be an incredibly devastating force for evil, though he may claim to be, and may make quite the deal out of himself being the incarnation of an entire demon army. Yes, he is dangerous when provoked and prodded at, but he spends most of his time much too torn apart by the indecisiveness of the Many to actually do much. He likes to make a bit of a spectacle out of himself to ward people off, but this is mostly defensive. If he is destructive, it's on impulse, and often very irrational. He'll often hurt himself and break things without explanation.
It's not as if Legion is devoid of positive aspects to his personality, however. He's interesting to talk to, and incredibly versatile. He's very fond of things to which there is substantial variety. He loves music, and art, specifically, and seems to have a good handle on expressing himself through both. Mainly because words seem to fail him, occasionally. He's the type to try anything once, and, despite his frustratingly indecisive nature, can appear to be quite 'spur of the moment'. He's not incapable of making friends, and, once he knows he's in 'good' company, will often open right up and be very outgoing. Befriending him means putting up with wild changes in mood, his little twitches and habits, and his somewhat odd way of speaking, but he can be quite loyal when he wants (or has) to be. Max, the boy, really does want to fit in. He would give anything just to be able to walk up to someone and not have to deal with not knowing what to say because there are too many options. He's actually quite creative, and is able to see many different viewpoints on any specific subject. Were he relaxed enough, this could really become a skill.
Legion is many things. A fierce demon army, an inexplicably twitchy college student, and a very scared little boy. Max does not have any real idea who Max is, or what he's like, what his goals are, or what his personality is really like. He does not know himself as one entity, but he fears, deep inside, that he will get lost in the crowd and never be able to find himself again. He doesn't always want to have the whole demonic Legion tearing his brain to pieces and making it so he can't simply be. His worst fear is losing himself completely to the chaos and doing something irreparable. He also constantly lives under the fear of being committed to an asylum, which is a very real fear for him to have, particularly with his mother in the position that she's in. He's always being dragged off to counselors and psychologists, and he has had to come up with a very good 'poker face' to get past these sort of ordeals.
» Other Notes: Legion is a very twitchy person. His hands are very prone to moving somewhat on their own, and he tends to tug and pull on his hair or clothing, rock side to side on his feet, and generally look perpetually uneasy (particularly because he is). He's got several scars from clawing at himself but he does a decent job of hiding them under his clothing. Removing his shirt, you'd find the number 6,000 scarred into the side of his abdomen, as well as an inverted crucifix. He's never been interested in pursuing a sexual relationship with anyone, but considers himself, at the very least, bisexual. May also refer to himself in the first person plural (i.e. "we" or "our") when aggravated, nervous, or just not paying attention.
» Sample Journal: I'm not sure what to do, really. It's not like- Sometimes I just- um. Sometimes I really hate shopping. Did you know they think you're shoplifting if you stand around too long? That's when they generally start asking questions like "Do you need help finding anything?" 'Do you need help finding anything?' is pretty much universal code for 'You look like you might steal shit, so I'm going to follow you until I can tell that you're not.'
Jesus. Um. So, that happens to me a lot. A whole fucking lot. Excuse me for standing around, but we're - some of us are- not so lucky to just be able to grab something off the shelf and go sometimes. Especially when it comes to music. I mean, fuck- do you know how many times I've been looked at funny? I actually got, like tackled once on my way out of a store because something I actually bought set off the security alarm. Bullshit. Right? Fuck, you'd think this shit would be easier.
» Sample Log: Max stood, wavering back and forth on his feet in front of the CD selection. It had been nearly ten minutes since he'd done anything but stand there, occasionally lift up a CD, stare at it for a while, and put it back down. His other hand went to his mouth, chewing a little on the ratted sleeve of his grey hoodie. Something in his head whispered 'you look crazy', and he snapped his hand back down into his pocket. No more chewing on it. Right. His wild eyes scanned the selection, and he felt like backing into a corner and dying. Legion could not come to a complete consensus on what would be worthwhile. In fact, the only thing that was in agreement was that this was a terrible, terrible thing. That people were looking at them, staring at them, wondering why he couldn't make up his mind. What was wrong with that guy? Was he crazy? Max took a deep breath, and reached out to grab a rap album, one he thought he liked...only to receive a loud, screaming chorus in the back of his mind of "NOT THAT ONE" that made him jump and drop the CD onto the floor. Now people were definitely staring at them. Now someone was walking over, and his hand was going to his mouth again.
"Do you need help, sir?" his tone was calm, but something in his voice was... judgmental. They were being judged. Max's heart sped up a little as he tried to collect himself, scooping the CD off of the floor.
"We-I...I don't need help. I don't need...help, I'm fine." he rattled softly, setting the CD neatly back where it had been. It was so difficult, so difficult to concentrate with so many people crawling around in his head. So many people talking, trying to come up with what to say next. And he was being stared at. They were being stared at. Part of him wanted to...
"What are you looking at? What are you looking at?" it came spewing out of his mouth, his voice a low, deep hiss. The words were disjointed, and emphasized strangely. It sounded quite like someone had played a recording of each word out of context. He was chewing on his nails now, nervous, wanting to scream, wanting to apologize, and not being able to decide on which. So many options. His head was starting to spin to suggestions manifesting themselves in his brain as shouts and whispers. 'Kill him'. 'Run away'. 'You're making a spectacle out of us.'
He took a good, wavering look at the man who was now trying to avoid looking at him, and quietly turning back to look at the CDs. No. They couldn't decide on anything tonight. It was best just to go back home, and lock himself in his room with his heavily stocked mp3 player, so he could listen to whatever he felt like and simply hit the skip button once he'd changed his mind again. He ambled somewhat nonchalantly out of the store, his gaze raking everything over, while he felt his brain heave a big, collective sigh. They were going to be fine. Everything was calming down. He brought a hand to his temple, as if to try soothing his brain.
"I'm sorry." he murmured to himself.
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