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{Personality}
Max is a bit of a ratbag. Ok, a lot of a ratbag. While he can be friendly, charming and flirtatious, he’s usually more antagonistic, aggravating and sarcastic. Max is rather over energetic and has trouble being still or silent. The bite didn’t help. He is, inherently a trouble maker, by now half the trouble he causes is accidental, but since he usually thinks it’s funny he’ll pretend he did it on purpose.
More often than not Max is rather contemptuous of authority, and acts up because of it. He’s a very comedic person, and typically attempts to make a joke out of everything. While he can recognise the need for seriousness, it’s more likely to just make him up the ante. Unless it’s life or death, but he’s still getting used to being in life or death situations.
Max, is however, fiercely loyal once he’s convinced someone’s proven themselves. It just doesn’t happen very often, and it doesn’t stop him from being a pain. He’s dangerously protective of his sister, even though he typically seems to show the minimal about of respect to her. Still, she’s the reason he started pulling his grades back up, and attending classes again.
Though he makes himself attend classes and tries to avoid detention Max gets bored easily, particularly in school. This, of course, leads to much day dreaming and scribbling in class when he should be taking notes or otherwise paying attention.
Despite his often rash behaviour, Max is actually quite self-aware. While he doesn’t always keep himself under control he will take himself away from other’s view. He starting doing that before he got the bite.

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{Likes:}

• His sister
• Video games
• Motorbikes
• Internet
• Music
• Abs
• Pretty people
• Learning about the crazy magic and monsters. It’s real.

{Dislikes:}

• His parents
• School
• People who automatically expect respect
• Being treated like he’s dumb because he’s a trouble maker
• People who make assumptions
• People trying to kill him. Which didn’t use to be a problem.
• Scotch

{Fears:}

• Being taken away from his sister
• Disappointing his sister
• Becoming like his parents
• Death
• Dragging his sister into danger because he’s a werewolf
• That the bite might change his personality, not just his body

{Skills/Abilities:}

• Fighting (Street fighting, not trained fighting)
• Driving (a number of vehicles)
• Learning things on the go (like driving)
• Ambidextrous
• Math. It’s a thing

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Max had a pretty normal life. He lived with his parents and his older sister Darcy. He was relatively well behaved as a kid, no more troublesome than any other kid. Things started to get bad in the house though. He and Darcy never really worked out what it was but, slowly their parents seemed to lose interest in them as children, and saw them more as tools to use against each other.
The pair became careless. Their father would take them to the range, to racetracks, on his motorbike, anything that would piss off their mother. Their mother, in turn, began buying things they didn’t need and blowing things off, indicating Darcy and max might as well do the same. Darcy did her best to make sure Max actually had the things he needed, even while keeping up with her high school work.
As his parents became less responsible, so did Max. He went out of his way to cause trouble, seeing how far he could go before his parents would actually get involved. It turned out they didn’t. Max skipped classes, got into fights, stole a few cars, stole his father’s motorbike, stole a truck once. He did a lot off stealing. Climbed a few buildings he shouldn’t have. Big and small Max tried it all.
His parents only showed interest when it interrupted their regular schedules, and even then it was only for as long as there was another person around. After graduating high school (age 18) Darcy filed for guardianship of Max. It would have been a big issue, except their mother didn’t show and their father spent a few hours shouting on the phone before snapping at some very important people to mind their own business.
Darcy and Max moved to Carter Falls shortly after everything was finalised, looking to get away from their parents. That was about two years ago.
The first year was rather hectic, Darcy took multiple jobs and Max enrolled in the high school, where he quickly became seen as a trouble maker and a slacker. He once scaled the building and stood on the roof as all the students were leaving at the end of the day. It’s one of his proudest moments. No one else seemed particularly pleased.
Eventually Max and Darcy got into a fight that finished when Darcy snapped that if he didn’t straighten up she’d lose guardianship. Max scoffed at first, but that was his turning point. He began actually attending classes, and stopped purposefully causing chaos. The teachers were sceptic at first, but quickly settled when Max only showed signs or restlessness, rather than intending to cause chaos.
Max actually met Duncan a few times before getting the bite. Though he would never admit it, Max quickly put Duncan up there with his sister.

Max smashed the branch against the tree as hard as he could. Repeatedly whacking the thick trunk with the heavy branch. He shouted as he did, believing there wouldn’t be anyone else out right now. At least, no one who would care enough to come investigate a teenager letting off a bit of steam.
Finally the branch snapped. Max let out a triumphant shout, even at he turned away to keep himself from getting any splinters in his eyes. He dropped the branch and let himself sit down, only to hiss when he leant on one of his hands.
“Shit,” he cursed quietly as he investigated the small wood shard dug into his hand.
“That looks pretty bad,” a voice commented. Max’s head shot up to see Duncan bloody Cunningham watching him curiously.
“It’s fine,” he grinned easily, “I’ve had worse.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not bad,” Duncan commented, crouching down next to him, “You need a hand?”
“I actually have two of those already,” Max shrugged, digging out his pocket knife, “And fortunately I can use both. Usually.”
“Please don’t cut your hand open,” Duncan said with a raised eyebrow. Max rolled his eyes, pulling the tweezers out with a pointed look.
“I don’t think I have to go to quite that extreme,” he snorted. Duncan let out a small laugh, then proceeded to watch as Max pulled the splinter out. He then walked him home, making small talk.
“You’re way weirder than I thought,” Max informed him as they neared his house, “And I’d say this was some plot to hit on my sister, but I’m pretty sure you’ve got something crazy going on with the antique chick.”
Duncan just laughed again.
Somehow it became a regular thing. Max would go into the would the vent the energy he used to use to cause trouble, and Duncan would end up with him, making sure he didn’t kill himself. Max kind of hated him, but in the way one hates someone they kind of admire, because yeah, Duncan came and watched, and teased him when he hurt himself, but he didn’t force his help on Max, offered it sure, but didn’t force him.
Then one day Max really needed his help.
Because apparently there was a monster in the woods. Big and scary with claws and fangs and growling.
“Stop chasing me!” Max snapped as he skidded turning a corner, “Go eat a bunny or something you big feral- holy crap!”
The monster leapt at Max, tackling him to the ground. Max, having been in a number of street fights, and having a sister, immediately went for the underhanded tactic of kneeing his attacker in the groin. It may not be human, but it was humanoid.
To his relief, it worked. And he managed to scrabble to his feet again. Unfortunately he was now much slower thanks to the twisted ankle he got from the tackle.
Also he’d successfully pissed off the monster even more.
He was prepared for the next tackle, though not for the sharp pain that blossomed in his abdomen. That could not be good.
Another roar echoed through the woods, close but not the creature pinning Max. Next thing he knew he was watching the two creatures’ snarl, snap and claw at each other. Seriously, more than a year wandering these woods and no one wanted to mention the crazy humanoid monsters? So much for community togetherness.
Max spaced for a bit, not quite used to the amount of pain currently thrumming through him. He forced himself back to awareness to see one of the creatures – the one that hadn’t attacked him – moving towards him, feature’s shifting…
“Oh my God. Duncan Cunningham is a vicious clawed alien.”
Duncan let out a small snort of surprise; “Aliens, really?”
“Actually, if you do the math aliens are extremely likely,” Max informed him, somewhat absently. His head was kind of foggy. He started dawn at his shirt, now soaked with blood from where the other creature had stabbed him, with his five pointy claws; “Damn it, I like this shirt.”
“Max, you’re bleeding a lot, I don’t know if I can get you to the hospital on time,” Duncan said slowly. Max blinked at him, slowly putting to and to together.
“Shit,” he muttered, “No way. I’m not shuffling off this mortal coil ‘cause one of your alien buddies had a temper tantrum.”
“Werewolf,” Duncan corrected, “And he was an Omega, he wasn’t… never mind. Max, this is serious, I need you to be serious.”
Max hated being serious, but he looked up at Duncan pleading with him and nodded slowly.
“I might be able to save you. I don’t… If I bite you it could save your life, but it could also kill you, and if you live you’ll be a werewolf. Like the one that attacked you.”
“Or like you,” Max shot back, trying to think it through. He didn’t know if he wanted to be a werewolf, he honestly hadn’t thought much about it before. On the other hand, this really heart, and he was kind of terrified at the moment.
“I’m dying anyway, might as well give it a go. I’ve got too much to live for anyway, I’m seventeen, and Darcy’s making pizza.”
“You’re sure?” Duncan demanded.
“Yeah, but only ‘cause you’re pretty,” Max said, words starting to slur slightly. He felt another sharp pain, even as his sight faded.


Max was a bit off after Duncan’s death, though he hadn’t been real close to see it or anything. He imagined part of it was losing his Alpha, but he’s pretty sure most of it is that he can’t help but think of Duncan in the same category as his sister, and that terrifies him.
He honestly doesn’t mind Cole, even likes him sometimes. He wonders, sometimes, about Cole as Alpha, not because he doesn’t think Cole can’t do it, but because Cole questions himself so much. He makes a point to show that he doesn’t think of Cole as any less than Duncan, though his bite is Duncan’s.
It probably doesn’t help much considering he didn’t outwardly show much respect to Duncan.

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