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Player Information
Name: Dees
LJ: Punchhopped
Contact: Punchhopped; horn pile [at] plurk; horn pile [at] aim; hornpile[at]gmail[dot]com
Current character(s): --
Character Information
Name: Maximilion ‘Max’ Goof
Age: 14
Canon: A Goofy Movie
Timeline: After changing the map.
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter(s): Slowpoke; 78 & 29
History:
As a note, while Goof Troop and A Goofy Movie could technically be argued to be within the same continuity, I’m aping Max from just A Goofy Movie, without taking the series into account. This mostly because there are some unexplained differences between the show and the movie, and this seems to be my safest bet.
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Max is your very regular fourteen year old. He goes to school, has some buddies, likes listening to pop music, has been starting to develop an interest in the ladies, and oh, his dad is Goofy. Yes. That Goofy. Understandably, he’s more than a bit embarrassed by his dad. And as the cherry on the awkward teenage sundae, he’s just hit puberty and is becoming more and more like his dad. Down to the laugh.
But Max has a plan. After today, he’s going to show everybody he is a cool kid and not just another goof. And he’s going to impress the girl he has been crushing on in one fell swoop. With his buddies PJ and Bobby, he has come up with a crazy plan to hijack the principal’s end of year speech for a totally kick-ass performance masquerading as the country’s hottest pop star Powerline.
Of course, things don’t exactly go perfectly. He does manage to impress Roxanne and they even agree to go to a party together at the end of the week, but on the downside, he also ends up in the principal’s office. And when the principal calls his dad, Goofy freaks out, already picturing his sweet little Maxie in juvenile hall. Goofy drags Max along on the same kind of father and son bonding fishing trip he went on with his dad, hoping that the great out door will strengthen the bond between him and Max and keep him from going off the straight and narrow. Too bad Max isn’t exactly excited. And not wanting to admit to his crush-maybe-girlfriend that he is being dragged along on a stupid fishing trip, he lies and says his dad is taking him to see Powerline. And they are going to dance on stage with him.
Nobody ever called him smart.
The trip starts off much as expected, with Goofy and Max’s personalities and interests clashing in many a way. However, eventually they learn to see the good in each other; Goofy learns to give Max more freedom and not treat him as such a little boy, and Max learns that his dad can be pretty cool. Sorta. In a Goofy way.
Everything goes well. Until Goofy finds out that Max has been adjusting their route to go straight for Los Angeles. Cause he still has this crazy idea in his mind to get on stage with Powerline to impress Roxanne. This leads to a big confrontation, many shenanigans, a strangely buoyant car, waterfalls and eventually a beautiful bonding moment between Goofy and Max. And when Goofy finds out why he was all doing it. (Gosh, his Maxie has a special lady friend) Goofy vows to get his son on stage with this Powerline fellow.
Together they sneak into the concert hall, and through many goof type shenanigans they end up on stage with Powerline, Max ends up on TV like he told he would, Goofy learns some ill new dance moves, and Powerline has absolutely no idea who he suddenly is dancing with.
Eventually Goofy and Max make it home where Max admits to Roxanne that he lied. Luckily his honesty, along with the fact that Roxanne honestly likes him, leads them to make up and now little Maxie the geek has his first real girlfriend. Awesome.
Personality:
Open a dictionary, turn the page to ‘teenager’, and Max’s picture will be in it. He’s the quintessential teenager, stuck in that awkward time between being a young kid and a young adult, dealing with trying to find his place in life and the fact that everything is changing. Oh, and the fact that his dad is Goofy. Yes. That Goofy.
Having Goof genes is hard. It’s hard and nobody understands.
To the rest of his school mates, Max comes across as a bit of a nerd. A dweep. Someone to pick on. He does have some good friends, PJ and Bobby to be exact, but the rest of the school kinda considers him a nobody. And Max hates that. He was to be somebody, somebody cool, somebody impressive. And to get this, he'll do anything. Even hijack the principal's big end of year speech to give a pop concert.
Image is pretty important to Max. Which is not exactly surprising in that teen eat teen world that is high school. But no matter how important image is to Max, he will impress people in his way. He's not the type to pick on other people, or to manipulate or even hurt people to look cool. Sure, he might break a rule here and there, but rules are meant to be broken! People on the other hand are not meant to be hurt. Of course, he occasionally screws up and unintentionally hurts someone. He's a brash kid who is prone to acting before he thinks, but he would never purposely set out to hurt someone. It is just not in his nature. And if he does hurt someone, he tries to make up for it in his own way.
Deep down inside, Max is pretty insecure. He's growing up and that comes with its own hardships. His body is changing right now, and seriously, you try to be 100% comfortable when your voice randomly cracks (not cool) you seems to be taller from one minute to the next, oh and your laugh is starting to sound exactly like the uncool laugh of your dad's. Seriously. Go ahead and try it.
Speaking of his dad: having Goofy for a dad is a constant source of annoyance as well as support to Max. Generally, Max is pretty annoyed by his dad who still acts like Max is a little kid and who could pretty much win ever contest in being uncool. It's just hard to be the tough cool kid you know you are (or hope you are, at the very least), when your dad insists on smooching your face goodbye in the morning, in the front yard, wearing his dumb bunny slippers. Max worries that he is growing up into just another goof and the thought of growing up to be like his dad is like a nightmare to him. As if this wasn't enough, there is a bit of a generational gap between Max and Goofy, with Max considering Goofy's jokes and interests prehistoric, and Goofy being unable to keep up with the fast-paced flashy world of teen interests. Their relationship is certainly not without incident or fights, but what father-son relationship ever is?
Despite not seeing eye to eye on occasion, Goofy is still Max's biggest support in this world. Goofy raised Max as a single father, and as a result, the two are very close. Goofy always wants to do best by his son, and Max in return wants to make his dad proud. Sure, he still occasionally screws up and gets himself in the kind of trouble that gets his dad upset or angry, but he's young. He's still learning. He does honestly care a lot about Goofy too, even if he complains about Goofy's affectionate gestures, and he tries to show this in his own cool way. For example, when on their road trip, Max was free to choose their stops, and he made sure to include some stops that Goofy would love as well. At the end of the movie, he's even confident enough to introduce Roxanne to his dad, because yeah, Goofy might be embarrassing and his sense of humor is lame, but he is still the best dad Max could ever wanted and he knows it.
In short, Max is a good kid. Heart of gold, fiery warm spirit, the works. Sure, he might come across as a bit sarcastic or a grouch even depending on his mood, but he usually bounces back quickly from those moods. He doesn't like to lie, though he still gets caught up in it in the heat of the moment sometimes. Usually these lies weigh heavy on him though, and despite technically being able to get away with them, more often than not, he confesses the truth, even if that might not exactly be in his advantage. Max's biggest struggle is to find his place in this world, and really figure out who he is. And maybe that is as a cool dude. And maybe, just maybe, that cool dude has a big adorkable side too that he got from his father, and maybe that is pretty okay too. Cause his dad, well... he's cool. In his own way.
Powers & Abilities:
He’s just your regular fourteen year old from a Disney movie. Nothing special here. He’s a moderately good dancer, good at skating, and he is capable of the perfect cast, passed down from Goof to Goof for thirteen generations.
Which basically means he can cast a fish pole really well.
Yeah, told you he had nothing special to bring to the table.
Additional:
It's unclear what ever happened to Max's mother, but for for the sake of consistency, if it ever I will be going with that she died when he was very young. Because we all know being a Disney parent is the most dangerous job there is.
Also, Max will not be humanized further than he already is. So yeah, he will be showing up with that bit of a snout, long ears and completely black skin. Cause damn if he doesn't look adorable like this.
Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample:
“This is not going to work.” Max crosses his arms, glaring balefully at the current subject of his teenaged ire.
Slowpoke sits across of him, its expression blank as it chews on a flower.
“Just-go away.” Max flaps his hands at the huge pink pokemon. One moment he had been in his dad’s old car, stuck on the most ridiculous fishing trip to ever have been concocted in the history of the world ever, and the next he was here. Here being… some place; a place that looks like that kind of place he used to dream of when he was six and fell asleep watching cartoons; the kinda place where he could be a hero and have awesome adventures that he could later tell to his dad and-
No. He’s grown beyond that. He’s fourteen. That’s practically an adult, and definitely too old to dream of stupid dream worlds where he could be a hero. Definitely too old to deal with giant pink things. Pokemon, he reminds himself. The thing's called a pokemon.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Max sighs, clapping one hand over his face and rubbing his forehead. All he had wanted to do was impress his school buds a little, impress Roxanne, and talk to her. And he had, except then his dad just had to drag him on the world's stupidest road trip. And they got attacked by Bigfoot, freaking Bigfoot of all things and then suddenly Max was here and--
"Slow. Poke." A gummy smile stretches onto slowpoke's snout, the remnants of a daisy still visible between his teeth.
"Yeah, thanks for the input." Max rolls his eyes with all the pointed annoyance only a teenager can manage. "That definitely just solved like all of my problems."
"Pooooke." The pokemon's smile seems to widen in response.
"You really don't understand sarcasm, do you-- oh, why am I even talking to you. This is stupid. Stupid stupid stupid." Max pounds his forehead with his fist a few times, before he lets himself drop backwards in the grass, arms spread out and his eyes on the sky.
Slowpoke, seeing its chance clear for a cuddle, ambles in with all the grace of a drunken pink elephant, and flops heavily onto Max's legs. It had been aiming for the stomach, but eh.
"Ugh. No. Get off. I'm not your owner. Go find them to bother." Max shoves fruitlessly at the huge pink pokemon, currently drooling on his pant leg, before he gives up with another sigh. He is quiet for a few minutes, trying to ignore the way his drooled on knee is getting wetter and wetter and then finally, softly, mostly to himself: "I wish I knew where dad was."
First-Person Sample:
[This first post took some preparing. Oh, Max was so not jumping into this thing unprepared. This was his first post in this weird place, and he was going to take the chance to make a good impression. The last thing he needed was for people to think he was a dweeb here too.
So by the time the video clicks on, Max is looking confidently into the camera. He has brushed his hair, tried to make it look as cool and slick as he can. He has even rehearsed the words in his head over and over again until he is sure he won’t screw up. He can be so much more than just a goof.]
Hey fellahs. Looking sharp. Like what you’ve done with the place. It’s really-
[He falters for a moment, clawing for words.]
-- swell. Yeah.
Anyway, I think there’s been a bit of a mix up. I’m not supposed to be here. You see, I’m on my way to the Powerline concert, yes the Powerline, I’m sure you’ve heard of him, and-
[And suddenly he is interrupted by a giant pink blob. The slowpoke seems to be unaware of its size, happily trying to crawl onto Max’s back, its expression blank as it starts to chew on Max’s hair with a drawn out poooooooke. Max, predictably, flails, and gone is that cool image he was trying to project.]
No. No no no, get away. Don’t do that. Stop you stupid-
Oh god, who does this thing belong to? He’s been following me around since I got here and he won’t leave me alone. Can someone just please-
[Slowpoke has taken advantage of Max’s talking to crawl higher up onto his shoulders, making the boy tip over and the pokétop goes flying. For a few minutes, the camera records nothing but Max wrestling with his too affectionate, too idiotic pokemon, but eventually max picks up the small computer again. He's pinning down the slowpoke with one sneaker pressing down (harmlessly!) on the pokemon's round belly.]
Right. Nevermind. Has anyone seen my dad by any chance? Tall guy, black hair, wearing a fishing outfit. He's got the dumbest laugh ever, I swear. Name's Goofy. I'm looking for him.
So. Yeah. Thanks in advance.
Anything else?
Can I have some Hi Dad soup?