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“A Pretty Face Too”
☞Full Name☜
Maximilian James Charles Edward Rotherstone
☞Nicknames☜
Max
☞Age☜
35
☞Ethnicity☜
American with English Ancestry
☞Gender☜
Male
☞Sexual Orientation☜
“Come on man, I'm as straight as a line.”
☞Hometown☜
Manhattan, New York City
☞Status☜
City Councilman of New York City
“Oh no. You'll never hear the tales . . .”
☞Height☜
6'0
☞Weight☜
165lbs
☞Eye Color☜
Grey
☞Hair☜
Dark Brown cleanly cut
☞Body Type☜
Fit
☞Special Markings☜
“That's not a matter of public reference.”
“I'm a hard man to understand . . . Better yet, don't try”
☞Likes☜
The Hamptons
Power
Cigars
Women
Chinese Food
Chess
☞Dislikes☜
Politics
Johny Costellano
Commitment
Not having the upper hand
People of ethnicity (Especially Italians)
☞Habits☜
Smoking
Tapping fingers on arm rest
Loosening tie
☞Fears☜
Having public image tarnished
☞Aspirations☜
To become Mayor and then a Senator someday
“President wouldn't be too far off . . .”
☞Secrets☜
“Tut tut tut, that's for me to know and the public to never find out.”
☞Disabilities☜
“I come from the finest stock. Need I say more?”
☞Personality☜
Max Rotherstone. Where to begin? Probably that damned infuriating smile that's always slapped across his pretty boy face. A narcissist to the core. But don't let his self importance fool you. Behind the smile lurks a man with a sharp wit and an even sharper cunning.
A man of means and ends. Nothing phases Max. But then again, that maybe, because he's not the one who ends up doing it in the end. He's a ”Delegator” as he so smoothly puts it.
Max likes his hands in every piece of pie but he's smart enough never to get caught with dirty fingers. He has an image to protect after all. He is a man of the people. The masses and the lime light call to him. But the man only has time for people who can do something for him. Don't expect the favour returned. Usually a cool head on his shoulders; the man isn't fond of pressure. And if pulled too far in one direction, Max is like a elastic band, when you let him go, there will be a sharp sting.
For the most people like him. Those are the people who don't know him well. His insistent smile and his too cool and casual demeanor has been known to rub some people the wrong way. If you think Max gives a damn, you'd be wrong. The world revolves around Max Rotherstone. Expect to bend to his will.
☞Style☜
”Whack people? That's for those guinea's out there . . . People like me? We don't need to take care of our own dirty business, if you know what I mean.”
☞Load Out☜
”I'm a man of the law. I don't need to carry weapons . . . My men carry them for me.”
☞Skills☜
If Max had to, he could hold his own in a fight. But he never gets his hands dirty. There is no need.
☞Equipment☜
Town Car for the City
Ferrari 458 Spider for speeding down to the Hamptons
☞Weaknesses☜
Stress and a temper, when things are not going his way, can further hinder Max's rational thought.
“You mean front page news right?”
☞History☜
Maximilian James Charles Edward Rotherstone. Doesn't the name say it all? Not just your average Joe off the street. Max was born to the prestigious Rotherstone family, who can trace their roots all the way back to the Mayflower. A true Blue Blood. The Rotherstone family built New York City and the name Rotherstone can be found on many ancient historic buildings the city boasts.
There was no doubt Max was going to add to the family honour. A child born with a silver spoon in his mouth; Max grew up in Manhattan. His life involved private schools, holidays in the Hamptons or Europe and doing whatever the hell Max liked.
A Royal Rebel, Max was known to be the wild kid. Always pushing the boundaries. He'd done it all. Drugs, sex and rock & roll. By the time he was in Yale, he had a big piece of the narcotic's business. Catering to the elite clientèle of his peers, who could afford to spend fortunes on drugs.
This is how Max first came into contact with Anthony Castellona. To Big Tony, he'd just been some punk rich kid. But a rich kid who could get Tony's shit to a clientèle the man had not been able to reach before.
Max struck a hard deal. Not just some punk kid after all. But a cunning snake in the grass.
Since then Tony and Max's businesses has grown and varied. A certain friction always present. But Max has other plans now. Not that he plans on giving up his current 'underground' trade but things have significantly shifted. For one, he doesn't plan on answering to that guinea brat Johny for too much longer. And two, Max's starting to enjoy the fame and prestige that comes with holding such a high position in office . . . And he plan's on making it more prestigious, indeed . . . “Mayor Rotherstone . . . Has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?”