The Red || Chevelle
"So lay down
The threat is real
When his sight
Goes red again
Seeing red again
Seeing red again"
Out Of The Black || Royal Blood
"You made a fool out of me
And took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk
'Cause you haven't been spoken to
I got a gun for my mouth
And a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart
Bleeding blood from an empty pocket"
|| Full Name ||
"It's nothing special, really."
Maxwell Benjamin Taylor
|| Nickname(s) ||
"There's only one way to shorten it."
Maxwell usually goes by his full name, or Max, as there's not much else to do with his name.
|| Age ||
"I've done a lot in my time so far."
Twenty-six years old
|| Sexuality ||
"Nothing better than a beautiful woman."
Heterosexual
|| Residency ||
"I'm not from Vegas."
Hometown: Salt Lake City, Utah
Currently: Las Vegas, Nevada
|| Occupation ||
"Officially, or for real?"
Offically, he's on the payroll as a "body guard".
In reality, however, he's an assassin.
|| Face claim ||
Dev Patel
|| Soul ||
"I'm filled with rage."
|| Divine || Yama ||
God of Rage, Wrath, Death, Eternal Judgement, King of Hell
|| Gang Role ||
"I'm a contract killer."
Max is the top assassin for The Damnation
|| Relationship Status ||
"I'm free. Mostly."
Single, save for an attachment to one of The Damnation's prostitutes, Lena Garcia.
"It's nothing special, really."
Maxwell Benjamin Taylor
|| Nickname(s) ||
"There's only one way to shorten it."
Maxwell usually goes by his full name, or Max, as there's not much else to do with his name.
|| Age ||
"I've done a lot in my time so far."
Twenty-six years old
|| Sexuality ||
"Nothing better than a beautiful woman."
Heterosexual
|| Residency ||
"I'm not from Vegas."
Hometown: Salt Lake City, Utah
Currently: Las Vegas, Nevada
|| Occupation ||
"Officially, or for real?"
Offically, he's on the payroll as a "body guard".
In reality, however, he's an assassin.
|| Face claim ||
Dev Patel
|| Soul ||
"I'm filled with rage."
|| Divine || Yama ||
God of Rage, Wrath, Death, Eternal Judgement, King of Hell
|| Gang Role ||
"I'm a contract killer."
Max is the top assassin for The Damnation
|| Relationship Status ||
"I'm free. Mostly."
Single, save for an attachment to one of The Damnation's prostitutes, Lena Garcia.
Blood Hands || Royal Blood
"Took a lonely feeling
Just to let the meaning sink
Like the sun goes down
Never close to heaven
Felt my feet were burning
From the same red hot ground
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my hands
Yeah, there's blood"
|| Addictions ||
"I've got a few vices."
☠ Killing ☠ Max is a killing machine. He was raised around guns, and then trained to be lethal in the military, and something about his time in the field really warped him mentally. He doesn't exactly revel in the killing as much as the act of doing it well. He is exceptionally skilled at what he does, and enjoys that fact immensely. There is nothing better to him than a job finished perfectly. He's killed so many at this point, he's lost count, and isn't sure there's anything else he can do. When he kills, he feels like he's fulfilling his purpose.
☠ Drugs ☠ Since leaving the military, Maxwell has developed a nasty habit for drugs. His time working as an assassin for the government led him to do some truly heinous things that he would much sooner forget. During the time between leaving the military and joining up with The Damnation, he was idle and constantly plagued by ugly memories, so he turned to drugs to help him through and has been hooked since.
☠ Gambling ☠ Max is a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. He likes to be thrilled, and a little bit scared. Gambling gives him an exciting rush, without having to risk his life, merely his money. Moving to Vegas put him in insurmountable debt, and is actually how The Damnation found him. They have since cleared his debt and pay him so well, he no longer fears losing everything he has, but his addiction to gambling has not decreased, and he's still known to lose a good penny or two at the casino.
|| Likes ||
"I light to burn shit down."
▲ Guns ▲ Fire ▲ Causing pain ▲ Drugs ▲ Vodka ▲ Money
▲ Gambling ▲ Clubs ▲ Parties ▲ Casinos ▲ Winning ▲ Killing
▲ His boss ▲ Early mornings ▲ Late nights ▲ The desert ▲ Sex ▲ Prostitutes ▲
|| Disikes ||
"My dreams are all nightmares."
▼ Nightmares ▼ Tequila ▼ Sour food ▼ Coffee ▼ Being alone ▼ Having nothing to do
▼ Being told no ▼ Sobriety ▼ Bitchy girls ▼ Pop music ▼ Cats ▼ Boring people
▼ Weakness ▼ Rain ▼ Losing ▼ Commitment ▼ Failure ▼ Liars ▼
|| Abilities||
"Fire and pain."
[ Pyromancy ] This essentially just means he has fire abilities. He can do a couple of different things with this ability. He can start fires with his mind, enhance or extinguish existing fires, and throw flames from his palms at will. This ability often accidentally manifests itself as a reaction to his anger.
[ Pain Manipulation ] With this ability, Max can increase or decrease the sensation of pain in another person. This can be localized and specific, attacking a single body part; or it can be generalized, causing pain that almost cannot be placed, but takes over the entire body. When using this ability on powerful Divines, he can only sustain it for so long before tiring, and should he push it too far with a human, or someone who is already weak, it can actually cause death.
[ Rage ] He can incite rage in the minds of others. This he does telepathically, or with his voice. Even the most docile person can turn utterly murderous at his will. He can cause siblings or even spouses, to kill each other out of pure rage. This ability can be focused on a single victim, or spread across an entire crowd, causing total pandemonium.
"I've got a few vices."
☠ Killing ☠ Max is a killing machine. He was raised around guns, and then trained to be lethal in the military, and something about his time in the field really warped him mentally. He doesn't exactly revel in the killing as much as the act of doing it well. He is exceptionally skilled at what he does, and enjoys that fact immensely. There is nothing better to him than a job finished perfectly. He's killed so many at this point, he's lost count, and isn't sure there's anything else he can do. When he kills, he feels like he's fulfilling his purpose.
☠ Drugs ☠ Since leaving the military, Maxwell has developed a nasty habit for drugs. His time working as an assassin for the government led him to do some truly heinous things that he would much sooner forget. During the time between leaving the military and joining up with The Damnation, he was idle and constantly plagued by ugly memories, so he turned to drugs to help him through and has been hooked since.
☠ Gambling ☠ Max is a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. He likes to be thrilled, and a little bit scared. Gambling gives him an exciting rush, without having to risk his life, merely his money. Moving to Vegas put him in insurmountable debt, and is actually how The Damnation found him. They have since cleared his debt and pay him so well, he no longer fears losing everything he has, but his addiction to gambling has not decreased, and he's still known to lose a good penny or two at the casino.
|| Likes ||
"I light to burn shit down."
▲ Guns ▲ Fire ▲ Causing pain ▲ Drugs ▲ Vodka ▲ Money
▲ Gambling ▲ Clubs ▲ Parties ▲ Casinos ▲ Winning ▲ Killing
▲ His boss ▲ Early mornings ▲ Late nights ▲ The desert ▲ Sex ▲ Prostitutes ▲
|| Disikes ||
"My dreams are all nightmares."
▼ Nightmares ▼ Tequila ▼ Sour food ▼ Coffee ▼ Being alone ▼ Having nothing to do
▼ Being told no ▼ Sobriety ▼ Bitchy girls ▼ Pop music ▼ Cats ▼ Boring people
▼ Weakness ▼ Rain ▼ Losing ▼ Commitment ▼ Failure ▼ Liars ▼
|| Abilities||
"Fire and pain."
[ Pyromancy ] This essentially just means he has fire abilities. He can do a couple of different things with this ability. He can start fires with his mind, enhance or extinguish existing fires, and throw flames from his palms at will. This ability often accidentally manifests itself as a reaction to his anger.
[ Pain Manipulation ] With this ability, Max can increase or decrease the sensation of pain in another person. This can be localized and specific, attacking a single body part; or it can be generalized, causing pain that almost cannot be placed, but takes over the entire body. When using this ability on powerful Divines, he can only sustain it for so long before tiring, and should he push it too far with a human, or someone who is already weak, it can actually cause death.
[ Rage ] He can incite rage in the minds of others. This he does telepathically, or with his voice. Even the most docile person can turn utterly murderous at his will. He can cause siblings or even spouses, to kill each other out of pure rage. This ability can be focused on a single victim, or spread across an entire crowd, causing total pandemonium.
Sugar, We're Going Down || Fall Out Boy
"We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it"
|| Basics ||
"I guess you could call me good looking."
|| Piercings ||
"Not my thing."
Max has no piercings and no plans to get any.
|| Tattoos ||
"I have a couple small ones."
Maxwell does not have many tattoos because his job often required him to be inconspicuous. A person with a lot of tattoos not only stands out, but is easy to remember and identify. His goal was to remain entirely anonymous, like a shadow so most of his tattoos are small or hidden.
[ Chest ] One of his smaller tattoos sits on the left side of his chest, a few inches below his collarbone. It's a small revolver pistol. He got this tattoo shortly after joining up with The Damnation as an assassin. It signifies his love of guns, which have been a part of his life since he was a young boy hunting with his father.
[ Left Elbow ] On the back of his left elbow, just over the joint, he has a small, simplistic American flag. This, he got shortly after joining the military. It's pretty self explanatory as to it's meaning, however, he now wishes he never got it. After the way the military treated him like a weapon and then tossed him out, he no longer has any great love or loyalty to the U.S government.
[ Right Shoulder Blade ] On the back of his right shoulder blade, running along the top edge, Max has the word "Damnation" tattooed in a Gothic font. This, he got after joining the Damnation as a full fledged member.
[ Right Ankle ] Probably his smallest and most simple tattoo, Max has a tiny set of game dice on the outside of his right ankle. He got this tattoo shortly after moving to Las Vegas. It was the result of a drunken dare, but he doesn't regret it. In fact, he often forgets it's there.
[ Neck/Right Collarbone ] Finally, on his right collarbone, stretching up along the side of his neck, Max has a large scorpion tattoo. He's always lived in desert climates, and has always loved it, so he got this tattoo for his love of the desert. It's larger than his others, but can be covered with a stiff shirt collar if needed.
|| Scars ||
"My life has left many scars."
[ Left Arm ] Almost all the way down his left arm, Max has a large burn scar that starts just under his shoulder tip and ends a few inches above his wrist. This, he got in the military accident that killed him. He has nightmares of this incident often, as well as what he saw on the other side during the few minutes he was dead.
[ Right Thigh ] In the middle of his right thigh, Max has a small bullet sized scar. This is a result of his childhood. His father started taking him hunting and to shooting ranges at a very young age. As such, guns have always been part of his life. When he was young and on a hunting trip, he accidentally shot himself in the leg. The shot was non lethal, but could have been much worse had it only been a few inches over.
[ Left Ribs ] On his left ribs, Max has a jagged scar from a knife. This, he received from The Damnation assassin that was sent to hunt him down and, either settle his debt or kill him. Given his history, they sent their best assassin and thought it would be an easy kill. Unfortunately for their man, they were wrong. He got stabbed in the ribs, and a few bullets missed his head, but he still managed to kill the assassin fairly easily. This is how he gained the attention of The Damnation leaders and soon was able to join their ranks.
[ Right Eyebrow ] Just above his right eyebrow, Max has a small, but deep scar. After moving to Las Vegas, he hit the casinos pretty hard and racked up an insane debt very quickly. Many thugs were sent after him to break bones and scare him into paying. Most, he managed to fend off or evade. One in particular managed to beat him so badly, he was sent into a coma for two weeks.
"I guess you could call me good looking."
- Eyes → Dark chocolate brown, almost black
- Hair → Curly and dark brown.
His facial hair is of the same color and usually
consists of a mustache and light to medium beard. - Height → 6'2"
- Weight → 180 lbs
|| Piercings ||
"Not my thing."
Max has no piercings and no plans to get any.
|| Tattoos ||
"I have a couple small ones."
Maxwell does not have many tattoos because his job often required him to be inconspicuous. A person with a lot of tattoos not only stands out, but is easy to remember and identify. His goal was to remain entirely anonymous, like a shadow so most of his tattoos are small or hidden.
[ Chest ] One of his smaller tattoos sits on the left side of his chest, a few inches below his collarbone. It's a small revolver pistol. He got this tattoo shortly after joining up with The Damnation as an assassin. It signifies his love of guns, which have been a part of his life since he was a young boy hunting with his father.
[ Left Elbow ] On the back of his left elbow, just over the joint, he has a small, simplistic American flag. This, he got shortly after joining the military. It's pretty self explanatory as to it's meaning, however, he now wishes he never got it. After the way the military treated him like a weapon and then tossed him out, he no longer has any great love or loyalty to the U.S government.
[ Right Shoulder Blade ] On the back of his right shoulder blade, running along the top edge, Max has the word "Damnation" tattooed in a Gothic font. This, he got after joining the Damnation as a full fledged member.
[ Right Ankle ] Probably his smallest and most simple tattoo, Max has a tiny set of game dice on the outside of his right ankle. He got this tattoo shortly after moving to Las Vegas. It was the result of a drunken dare, but he doesn't regret it. In fact, he often forgets it's there.
[ Neck/Right Collarbone ] Finally, on his right collarbone, stretching up along the side of his neck, Max has a large scorpion tattoo. He's always lived in desert climates, and has always loved it, so he got this tattoo for his love of the desert. It's larger than his others, but can be covered with a stiff shirt collar if needed.
|| Scars ||
"My life has left many scars."
[ Left Arm ] Almost all the way down his left arm, Max has a large burn scar that starts just under his shoulder tip and ends a few inches above his wrist. This, he got in the military accident that killed him. He has nightmares of this incident often, as well as what he saw on the other side during the few minutes he was dead.
[ Right Thigh ] In the middle of his right thigh, Max has a small bullet sized scar. This is a result of his childhood. His father started taking him hunting and to shooting ranges at a very young age. As such, guns have always been part of his life. When he was young and on a hunting trip, he accidentally shot himself in the leg. The shot was non lethal, but could have been much worse had it only been a few inches over.
[ Left Ribs ] On his left ribs, Max has a jagged scar from a knife. This, he received from The Damnation assassin that was sent to hunt him down and, either settle his debt or kill him. Given his history, they sent their best assassin and thought it would be an easy kill. Unfortunately for their man, they were wrong. He got stabbed in the ribs, and a few bullets missed his head, but he still managed to kill the assassin fairly easily. This is how he gained the attention of The Damnation leaders and soon was able to join their ranks.
[ Right Eyebrow ] Just above his right eyebrow, Max has a small, but deep scar. After moving to Las Vegas, he hit the casinos pretty hard and racked up an insane debt very quickly. Many thugs were sent after him to break bones and scare him into paying. Most, he managed to fend off or evade. One in particular managed to beat him so badly, he was sent into a coma for two weeks.
Headstrong || Trapt
"Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
This is not where you belong"
|| Personality ||
"I can be a real monster sometimes."
Volatile → Max has an absolutely legendary temper. It's very easy to set off, and, once it is provoked, is practically unstoppable. His temper has been known to cause all sorts of horrible incidents, especially given that his power of fire is closely tied to his anger. He almost can't control it, and honestly hates when he levels out again and realizes what he's done, but years of living with his rage has taught him not to avoid it. Bottling it up only makes the coming explosion a million times worse. It's honestly better for him to just let it happen and deal with the carnage later.
Cold → As a trained assassin, Max has to be cold. He's been taught through vigorous training to separate his emotions from the mission and he's very good at it. It makes him very efficient at his job. In the moment, a target is simply a target to him, nothing more. He seems able to turn his heart on and off at will. This also means that he has a difficult time getting close to and connecting to people. Relationships don't last very long for him, because his lovers always complain he's too distant.
Haunted → Though Max is cold, he is not heartless. In the moment of a kill, he can turn off his emotion, but that doesn't make it go away. It's later, that things tend to resurface for him. He's plagued by nightmares of faces, faces he's killed for his job, faces whose names he can't even remember, but whose eyes he can never seem to forget. They haunt him like ghosts and it's turned him into quite the insomniac. In fact, he will do just about anything he has to in order to avoid long periods of sleep.
Vengeful → Not only has Maxwell got a horrible temper, he also has a steel trap memory and a craving for vengeance. If you wrong him and he doesn't simply explode with rage in the moment, you had better watch your back. He's got a temper, but he also knows how to play the long game when necessary. In fact, his plots for revenge can last months, or even years, but you can bet your ass, you will not get away with whatever you did. He will make you pay, and if you've forgotten the event, he will sure as hell make certain you remember it before you die.
Destructive → The images that haunt Max, his temper, and the fact that he rarely ever gets enough sleep makes for a very dangerous combination in Max. He's like a walking time bomb. In fact, it seems he likes to destroy, even if it's his own life he's blowing up. When things go too well for Max, he gets restless and actively searches for ways for it to fall apart. He even sometimes destroys his own life a little, just to beat the universe to the punches.
Obsessive → Max has a highly addictive personality. When he enjoys something, he becomes absolutely obsessed, to the point where he's willing to let it destroy his entire life, and will let it. Girlfriends often break up with him because he becomes too controlling, too overbearing, but he can't help it. Much of his life is about death and killing, so when he meets someone or comes across something that makes him feel positive things, he becomes dangerously, hopelessly obsessed.
"I can be a real monster sometimes."
Volatile → Max has an absolutely legendary temper. It's very easy to set off, and, once it is provoked, is practically unstoppable. His temper has been known to cause all sorts of horrible incidents, especially given that his power of fire is closely tied to his anger. He almost can't control it, and honestly hates when he levels out again and realizes what he's done, but years of living with his rage has taught him not to avoid it. Bottling it up only makes the coming explosion a million times worse. It's honestly better for him to just let it happen and deal with the carnage later.
Cold → As a trained assassin, Max has to be cold. He's been taught through vigorous training to separate his emotions from the mission and he's very good at it. It makes him very efficient at his job. In the moment, a target is simply a target to him, nothing more. He seems able to turn his heart on and off at will. This also means that he has a difficult time getting close to and connecting to people. Relationships don't last very long for him, because his lovers always complain he's too distant.
Haunted → Though Max is cold, he is not heartless. In the moment of a kill, he can turn off his emotion, but that doesn't make it go away. It's later, that things tend to resurface for him. He's plagued by nightmares of faces, faces he's killed for his job, faces whose names he can't even remember, but whose eyes he can never seem to forget. They haunt him like ghosts and it's turned him into quite the insomniac. In fact, he will do just about anything he has to in order to avoid long periods of sleep.
Vengeful → Not only has Maxwell got a horrible temper, he also has a steel trap memory and a craving for vengeance. If you wrong him and he doesn't simply explode with rage in the moment, you had better watch your back. He's got a temper, but he also knows how to play the long game when necessary. In fact, his plots for revenge can last months, or even years, but you can bet your ass, you will not get away with whatever you did. He will make you pay, and if you've forgotten the event, he will sure as hell make certain you remember it before you die.
Destructive → The images that haunt Max, his temper, and the fact that he rarely ever gets enough sleep makes for a very dangerous combination in Max. He's like a walking time bomb. In fact, it seems he likes to destroy, even if it's his own life he's blowing up. When things go too well for Max, he gets restless and actively searches for ways for it to fall apart. He even sometimes destroys his own life a little, just to beat the universe to the punches.
Obsessive → Max has a highly addictive personality. When he enjoys something, he becomes absolutely obsessed, to the point where he's willing to let it destroy his entire life, and will let it. Girlfriends often break up with him because he becomes too controlling, too overbearing, but he can't help it. Much of his life is about death and killing, so when he meets someone or comes across something that makes him feel positive things, he becomes dangerously, hopelessly obsessed.
Animal I Have Become || Three Days Grace
"I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times I've lied
(So many times I've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one would ever change this animal I have become
And we believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
And we believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal"
|| Family ||
"I loved them, but they're gone now."
Benjamin Noah Taylor || Father || 46, at death ||Deceased
Ava Charlotte Taylor || Mother || 26, at death || Deceased
Philippa Darcy Taylor || Sister || 16, at death || Deceased
Lena Maria Garcia || Lover || 23 || Alive
|| History ||
"I've left a trail of death and pain."
Despite having gifts all his life that he couldn't quite explain or understand, Max's life growing up wasn't all that unusual or terrible. In fact, his power didn't really become much of a factor until he was eighteen. Until then, it was just a strange phenomena, and he'd even managed to convince himself it was just a coincidence that things seems to light on fire every time he got angry. It was just something he pushed off to the side of his mind for a very long time.
He never really knew his mother. Any memory he has of her is hazy, as she died while giving birth to his little sister, so he was only two years old at the time. The only parent figure in his life from that point forward was his father. They lived a relatively normal life in Salt Lake City, Utah. His father held a regular, but well paying union job that kept him busy most of the time. He was a fair father and a good example of a man for Max growing up. He always loved him deeply, and looked up to him as his hero when he was a kid.
When his father wasn't working, he was quite an outdoors man. He would take the kids camping in the deserts and canyons of Utah all the time, as often as he possibly could. Nearly every weekend, you could find the Taylor family in a tent in the desert somewhere. When he was old enough, his father started taking him on special trips without his little sister where he taught him how to hunt. This meant he was introduced to guns at a young age, and had a natural talent for shooting. He fell in love with the sport, and was a very quick learner, and an excellent shot. His father brought him to shooting ranges and they went on hunting trips all over the U.S.
When he was eighteen and his little sister was sixteen, things changed drastically thanks to sudden tragedy. He and his sister were fighting one night, and Max to this day can't even remember what it was about, but it was certainly something trivial. Despite having a fairly regular and happy childhood, Max had always had a temper bubbling inside him that flared up and exploded at times. Some days, he'd fight with anyone who crossed his path, just for the sake of fighting.
When he was angry, was when his power tended to manifest itself, and, until that day, it had been fairly minor instances. He'd be arguing with his sister and a napkin would burst into flames, or her arm would start cramping in pain even though he wasn't touching her. That night, however, he was in a particularly bad way. His high school girlfriend had just dumped him to move on to college, and his sister said or did something to irritate him, causing a full on volcanic eruption. Sometime in the middle of their fight, flames lit the curtains, the carpets, his sister's clothing. In less than thirty seconds, the entire room was a blazing inferno, his sister, a screaming tower of flame. Somehow, Max knew it was his fault, he'd felt the anger physically surge forth from him, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. The mental image of his burning sister's face still haunts his dreams to this day.
Max ended up passing out from smoke inhalation and woke much later in the hospital. Amazingly, despite having passed out at the very center of the fire that ended up consuming his entire house, Max had only a single burn along his arm. Both his father and his sister perished in the fire, along with the entire family home and all the belongings within. Max officially had nothing and no one.
He spent a few months bopping around and wallowing in misery until his rage once again caused a fire that burned down a bar when he got into a bar fight. Thinking a little training and discipline might level him out, Max decided to join the military. His skill with weaponry was absolutely unmatched and uncanny. He was pulled into a special ops team, and, by the time he was twenty, was a full special operations agent. Deep special ops. Essentially, he was an assassin for the government, silent and lethal. He was sent all over the world to take out, or study and report on, major targets for the government, and even had a team working for him.
Max did this work for five years, ending countless lives all over the world, before he was injured on a mission during an explosion. It left him with a minor, but perpetual brain injury that meant the military could no longer keep him on the job. He was discharged and left on his own, with little to no help, and just a little money.
Thanks to his love of the desert, Max made his way back to the southwest and wound up in Vegas. Within a month, he'd gambled away his every penny and was in hiding from many different people looking to collect his many debts. Many times, he managed to fend of a thug that was sent to break his bones and teach him a lesson, but there were also a few times when he was caught off guard and beaten within an inch of his life. Still, the debts grew higher. He was lost, purposeless, and didn't much care if he lived or died, so he continued to rack up debt, knowing eventually, they'd come to kill him.
He owed well over a million dollars to a dangerous gang that owned many of his favorite casinos, and repeatedly pushed his limits with their patience. He'd beat up or kill the thugs they sent after him, until it finally became clear that he was more of a problem than anything else and his debt was so high, there was no promise of return on it. They had to kill him or he'd keep borrowing against them and getting away with it. For months, Max had been baiting them, and now they finally planned on finishing him for good, and Max thought that was what he wanted anyway. He had nothing, and no chances of escaping the debt he'd put himself in. Why not let them end it?
Turns out, he had more will to live than he realized. Thanks to his history as a former special ops agent, The Damnation sent their best assassin after him, hoping to put the whole thing to bed swiftly and easily. Unfortunately for them, Max found his survival instincts in the final hour and killed the assassin with shocking ease. He was the best they had, but, compared to him, the man had been downright clumsy.
This act got the attention of The Damnation leader, and Max was brought before him to talk. During the conversation, Max managed to strike a deal that seemed to satisfy them both. Seeing as The Damnation was now in need of a new assassin, Max would perform a few "jobs" for him. If he did well, all his debt would be cleared and he'd be given the opportunity to join them for real, and start making money off the kills he was asked to make. Good money. Better than the military had ever paid him. Hungry for a purpose in life, a way to use his skills, Max accepted. Needless to say the first few jobs went off without a hitch. His debt was cleared, and he has since become The Damnation's top assassin.
"I loved them, but they're gone now."
Benjamin Noah Taylor || Father || 46, at death ||Deceased
Ava Charlotte Taylor || Mother || 26, at death || Deceased
Philippa Darcy Taylor || Sister || 16, at death || Deceased
Lena Maria Garcia || Lover || 23 || Alive
|| History ||
"I've left a trail of death and pain."
Despite having gifts all his life that he couldn't quite explain or understand, Max's life growing up wasn't all that unusual or terrible. In fact, his power didn't really become much of a factor until he was eighteen. Until then, it was just a strange phenomena, and he'd even managed to convince himself it was just a coincidence that things seems to light on fire every time he got angry. It was just something he pushed off to the side of his mind for a very long time.
He never really knew his mother. Any memory he has of her is hazy, as she died while giving birth to his little sister, so he was only two years old at the time. The only parent figure in his life from that point forward was his father. They lived a relatively normal life in Salt Lake City, Utah. His father held a regular, but well paying union job that kept him busy most of the time. He was a fair father and a good example of a man for Max growing up. He always loved him deeply, and looked up to him as his hero when he was a kid.
When his father wasn't working, he was quite an outdoors man. He would take the kids camping in the deserts and canyons of Utah all the time, as often as he possibly could. Nearly every weekend, you could find the Taylor family in a tent in the desert somewhere. When he was old enough, his father started taking him on special trips without his little sister where he taught him how to hunt. This meant he was introduced to guns at a young age, and had a natural talent for shooting. He fell in love with the sport, and was a very quick learner, and an excellent shot. His father brought him to shooting ranges and they went on hunting trips all over the U.S.
When he was eighteen and his little sister was sixteen, things changed drastically thanks to sudden tragedy. He and his sister were fighting one night, and Max to this day can't even remember what it was about, but it was certainly something trivial. Despite having a fairly regular and happy childhood, Max had always had a temper bubbling inside him that flared up and exploded at times. Some days, he'd fight with anyone who crossed his path, just for the sake of fighting.
When he was angry, was when his power tended to manifest itself, and, until that day, it had been fairly minor instances. He'd be arguing with his sister and a napkin would burst into flames, or her arm would start cramping in pain even though he wasn't touching her. That night, however, he was in a particularly bad way. His high school girlfriend had just dumped him to move on to college, and his sister said or did something to irritate him, causing a full on volcanic eruption. Sometime in the middle of their fight, flames lit the curtains, the carpets, his sister's clothing. In less than thirty seconds, the entire room was a blazing inferno, his sister, a screaming tower of flame. Somehow, Max knew it was his fault, he'd felt the anger physically surge forth from him, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. The mental image of his burning sister's face still haunts his dreams to this day.
Max ended up passing out from smoke inhalation and woke much later in the hospital. Amazingly, despite having passed out at the very center of the fire that ended up consuming his entire house, Max had only a single burn along his arm. Both his father and his sister perished in the fire, along with the entire family home and all the belongings within. Max officially had nothing and no one.
He spent a few months bopping around and wallowing in misery until his rage once again caused a fire that burned down a bar when he got into a bar fight. Thinking a little training and discipline might level him out, Max decided to join the military. His skill with weaponry was absolutely unmatched and uncanny. He was pulled into a special ops team, and, by the time he was twenty, was a full special operations agent. Deep special ops. Essentially, he was an assassin for the government, silent and lethal. He was sent all over the world to take out, or study and report on, major targets for the government, and even had a team working for him.
Max did this work for five years, ending countless lives all over the world, before he was injured on a mission during an explosion. It left him with a minor, but perpetual brain injury that meant the military could no longer keep him on the job. He was discharged and left on his own, with little to no help, and just a little money.
Thanks to his love of the desert, Max made his way back to the southwest and wound up in Vegas. Within a month, he'd gambled away his every penny and was in hiding from many different people looking to collect his many debts. Many times, he managed to fend of a thug that was sent to break his bones and teach him a lesson, but there were also a few times when he was caught off guard and beaten within an inch of his life. Still, the debts grew higher. He was lost, purposeless, and didn't much care if he lived or died, so he continued to rack up debt, knowing eventually, they'd come to kill him.
He owed well over a million dollars to a dangerous gang that owned many of his favorite casinos, and repeatedly pushed his limits with their patience. He'd beat up or kill the thugs they sent after him, until it finally became clear that he was more of a problem than anything else and his debt was so high, there was no promise of return on it. They had to kill him or he'd keep borrowing against them and getting away with it. For months, Max had been baiting them, and now they finally planned on finishing him for good, and Max thought that was what he wanted anyway. He had nothing, and no chances of escaping the debt he'd put himself in. Why not let them end it?
Turns out, he had more will to live than he realized. Thanks to his history as a former special ops agent, The Damnation sent their best assassin after him, hoping to put the whole thing to bed swiftly and easily. Unfortunately for them, Max found his survival instincts in the final hour and killed the assassin with shocking ease. He was the best they had, but, compared to him, the man had been downright clumsy.
This act got the attention of The Damnation leader, and Max was brought before him to talk. During the conversation, Max managed to strike a deal that seemed to satisfy them both. Seeing as The Damnation was now in need of a new assassin, Max would perform a few "jobs" for him. If he did well, all his debt would be cleared and he'd be given the opportunity to join them for real, and start making money off the kills he was asked to make. Good money. Better than the military had ever paid him. Hungry for a purpose in life, a way to use his skills, Max accepted. Needless to say the first few jobs went off without a hitch. His debt was cleared, and he has since become The Damnation's top assassin.
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