"Some people are charming. Others are strong. Me, I am just lucky..."
Nickname: Maxy
Eye Color: Ruby Red
Hair Color Brown
Skin Tone Caucasian
Age: 12-13, he cant remember. He might actually be 14.
FC(Face Claim):Arthur Bowen
Habits: Keeping secrets, surviving. Also, while he writes with both hands, he seems to prefer his right hand for any weapon. He also tends to stay moving at all times, as he cant seem to sit still for even a moment without getting bothered. Finally, he seems capable of using firearms correctly.
Strengths: He is not afraid of combat, though he prefers to be stealthy. He is good at hand to hand combat, but he also seems to be good with firearms. However, he is not that good with brute force, and prefers to be quicker and more agile then his opponents, or to take them down at range. His height also makes it easier for him to hide.
Flaws: He can sometimes be a bit rash when he shouldn't, and silent when he shouldn't. He may also seem to be a bit hypocritical at times.
Likes: He likes fruit, and most candy. He also likes it when people respect his secrets.
Dislikes: People asking questions. Vegetables. People shooting at him. That last one he especially dislikes.
Weaknesses If you persist enough, you can eventually get him to tell you what you want, save for the stuff he keeps secret the most. That will require much more persistence. He also is not good for brute force, and occasionally can be easily distracted, but only in certain situations. Also, his height occasionally makes it difficult to do things.
Quirks:
However, during a harsh winter, when he was 9, the commune was attacked by raiders. The battle was bloody, and many people on both sides died. It was one of the larger raider groups, with over one hundred or so members. Maxy was one of the few survivors. Everyone else had died. So he took what he could, getting as many weapons and as much rations as he could carry, and set out. He kept a radio, hoping and waiting as he traveled. And eventually, his radio found a signal, telling him about the ships. About the last one in Japan. And so, he made his way, eventually crossing the sea. And managing to make his way through the hellhole that was New York. Other people of course came west too, to get to the ship. Traveling all the way through Asia would be an even bigger massacre. And so he continued to survive, making his way there to this day.
Other:
There is another quote about him that other people say: "He came from a place of violence, and has been at the center of some of the worst areas of the Earth. Yet he walks through life with no scratches, no scares. No innocent human can do that. But a monster could".