Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Nihilism » Strange Tales From Hadean » Art Gulag [ Come get this Commish! ] » Visibility of Private Universes & Profile Customisation » Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy »

Players Wanted: 18+, 1x1 Multi. Para to Novella Writers please! » Looking for 1 on 1 roleplayers » Fun tale full of angels, demons, and humans » Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life Ù©( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join »

0
followers
follow

Max Rigel

Temporary: Needs Edited

0 · 210 views · located in The Infinite Void

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Deception

Description

Max Rigel

Image
All rights and credit for this image go to the respected artist, YiLee and Tekken 6


Full Name: Maxamillian Brian Rigel
Nicknames: Max
Preferred Names: Max
Aliases: None
Titles/Honorifics: None

Gender: Male

Main Species: Human
Sub Species: None

Apparent Age: 35
Actual Age: 40
Birth Date: March 22nd 1970
Birth Place: Some hospital
Zodiac Sign: Aries

Sexual Orientation/Preference: Straight
Marital Status: Single

Skin Color/Shade: White/Caucasian, Regular Tone
Markings/Scars: There's a long scar going down his left eye, and one going down his chest starting at the left bicep and ending almost at the right hip.
Tattoos/Piercings: There's a tribal styled tattoo on the left side of his neck.

Height: 6'6"
Weight: 280 lbs
Physical Condition: Healthy
Body Build: Robust/Muscular

Disabilities: He has a bad temper and a short fuse for it.
Psychological Condition: Stable

Handedness: Right

Eye Color: Blue
Eye Wear: None

Hair Color: White, used to be dark brown.
Hair Style/Length: Short, seemingly crew cut.
Hair Wear: None

Education: Basic schooling, military, and other things.
Languages: English
Voice Wave: Steve Blum (Wolverine)

Main Occupation: Part time construction worker.
Side Occupation: None

Current Residence: Some cheap motel.
Previous Residence: Unknown

Current Affiliations: Setticemia
Former Affiliations: The U.S. Marine Corp.

Family/Relatives: His uncle

Religion(s)/Beliefs: Nonreligious

Personality

Personality and Other Characteristics


Overall Personality: Blunt, short tempered, rude, sarcastic, aggressive.

Public Behavior: He's not one to socialize and seems to generally dislike everyone.

Likes: He won't admit it, but he has a soft spot for animals, especially big dogs and cats/kittens.
Hobbies: Working, watching TV, drinking.
Interests: Unknown
Dislikes: The weak, do gooders, people who judge, and being treated badly.

Goals/Ambitions: Unknown
Life's Ambition: Unspecified

Superstitions: None
Fears: Unknown
Biggest Fear: Possibly reliving his past and having things change for him.

Morals: None

Prized Possession (Emotional/Personal Value): None
Prized Possession (Material Value): His dog tags.

Most Outspoken About: His temper, and his looks.
Least Outspoken About: How he truly feels, and his past.

Positive Characteristics: He can be a big help when needed, and he knows what he's doing almost all the time.
Negative Characteristics: His personality.

Aptitudes: He knows multiple ways to get what he wants.

Equipment

Equipment and Personal Belongings


Main/Usual Outfit: See image
Secondary Outfit: Unknown

Armor: None

Jewelry: None
Accessories: Fingerless gloves, and occasionally a cowboy hat.

Primary Weapon: His hands.
Secondary Weapon: None

Side Weapons (Throwing knives, chains, and etc.): Unknown

History

Max's Past


Reference notes:
Father - Alexander J. Rigel
Uncle - Sergeant Nathaniel D. Rigel

Raised only by his father, Max never knew what 'home' was for the two always moved from place to place, nor did he ever know what a 'mother' was since his father went through many at a time. Back then the boy was smart enough to know that those women were not his real mother because she had left by the time he was able to walk. It continued like clock work for years and years until Max's dad suffered from a brain aneurysm one day when he was doing his usual job as a construction worker. The poor man died in the hospital two weeks later. Since he was only thirteen at the time, young Max was unable to fend for himself and left homeless for almost a year until social services took him in.

Before he knew it, he spent a month in some cheap orphanage before a distant relative; his uncle who was a sergeant in the marine corp, decided to take him in. After not seeing his dad's brother for years now, Max was unsure on how to treat the man who carried high expectations for him while treating him like another son; his first and only son was killed in some freak accident, thus forcing the pubescent teen to often rebel and slowly develop a cold behavior after long holding in his frustrations from his father's drunken abuse and the pain of his death. Taking none of this, Max's uncle usually beat him up while trying to refrain from the bottle himself at the same time. As a divorced man, Max's uncle had only his nephew to keep him company within the four bedroom house up north near the Canadian border. This behavior helped Max fuel his anger for he often fought back against his uncle with tears in his innocent eyes, both of them knowing it was for their own good as well. For a few years, the two lived in a love hate relationship, one becoming strong while the other became old. Unfortunately, by the age of sixteen, going on seventeen, Max wanted to drop out of school but his uncle found an alternate route and enlisted the boy into a marine corp boot camp for rebellious teens like himself and juvenile delinquent.

Being his trainer and coach, Max's uncle quickly made the boy become a man and made him endure and use the pain and anger he kept locked inside for all these years but only let out when fighting or sobbing half way through the night, thinking his uncle wouldn't hear. For a couple years Max lived underneath of this harsh training, slowly turning into a fierce, fine man with a disposition of anger which he often couldn't control. Even though his uncle was the one who helped him become this individual by the age of twenty two, Max didn't bother to thank him in person the day he walked out the door and enlisted himself into the army. Never to see his uncle again as he was sent half way across the states and even the country, all Max did was train for three more years until he became a sharpened soldier with the will to mercilessly kill, and that was what the government needed. Taking him into the special units, Max soon became one of the many soldiers sent over to Iraq in order to fight, but that was just his cover up. He was supposed to assassinate a government official over there. At first Max was reluctant but after seeing the horrors which went on over there, he came home with the man's head in a garbage bag and a cold look in his eyes.

It was a job well done. Well, upping in ranks, Max found himself becoming a lieutenant by age thirty as he now became an assassin for the government, soon losing his pride as a marine. This was something he sort of wanted but it still wasn't enough. Wanting more, Max became a hired gun on the side, but never landed any success with the rich boys. For a while this continued. The illegal work for big money and pleasures he couldn't understand. But one day, the good things came to end by means of Max getting brutally injured in an ambush in some mafia home down in the Florida everglades.

Coming back with a broken left arm, some fractured ribs, and a leg with the ligaments torn and the knee crushed. Uncaring for such weakness, the government abandoned him during this time of need, literally giving him a slap in the face as he sat there in the hospital bed, unable to contact his uncle or anything for he hadn't talked to the man in years not to mention the man at this point was very old and a major alcoholic. Just like his father. Now colder than he ever was, Max found himself often getting yelled at by the doctors for harassing the nurses and destroying medical equipment in fits of relentless rage. For almost a year, Max lived in the veteran's hospital, his benefits unable to cure his leg and the mental trauma he had received due to too many hits to the head, and all that he's been through.

Not wanting their old drone to spill secrets that he knew, the government made sure to have Max mentally examined every month so he wouldn't tell and even if he did, he'd be deemed as crazy or with some bull shit syndrome. Well, all was well as Max could travel freely without the use of his leg. He had options of course, but they were too expensive. But one day he was offered something for the inevitable price of his life, body, and what was left of his sanity. Desperate and with no other choice, Max accepted...

So begins...

Max Rigel's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The man had an essance about him that clearly stated, 'don't fuck with me' as he slowly pushed open the door and strode into the bar. Kicking it shut behind him, he released an audible grunt, his body stretching a little as slowly glanced from side to side. A sneer appeared on his rugged, dangerous looking features as he trudged towards the bar line. As he walked, his boots thudded loudly on the floor as the man seemed to almost stomp as he glared ahead, pushing past others in his way. It seemed that he wasn't one for politeness or manners. Based on his looks; if his looks could kill, the man looked like a cold blooded killer, especially with the large dark scar that went down over his left eye. -c-

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Large, muscular hands clenched into fists once this stranger whom was obviously new the place, reached the bar line. Yanking out a stool whilst appearing to be in a foul mood, he sat himself down. Slamming a large fist on the counter, her cursed under his breath, using her left to palm his face as excrutiating pain seered up into his brain. Pain that only one person could make happen. "Seth,' he growled in a menacing tone, glancing over his shoulder before glancing from side to side. "I know you're here mother fucker...and I'm gonna pummel the shit out of your red headed ass too, you little bitch." The man growled in low words under his breath, trailing twitching fingertips down the dark scar as he glared forth in the mirror that sat behind the liquor bottles. -c-

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

There he seen his reflection from his pale skin, to his hideously marked face. Fantastic. Letting out an angry growl, the behemouth punched the counter top much hared this time as he got up from his seat, kicking the stool behind him as a large dent appeared around his fist. He was that powerful. Chuckling a little at his strength, the large man slowly turned and hefted the stool up in his arms. Glancing around for Setticemia, he licked his firm lips slowly. -c-

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Once he spotted the broken jawed womanizer sitting with his little arm candy bitches, the man instantly let out a loud roar as he bound across the room towards him. "There you are mother fucker!!" He shouted, pushing past anyone in his way, he ran directly at this man, only to pause as he whipped the barstool at him as if he were swinging a baseball bat in the Yankee's stadium. -e-

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Wing City

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

As if he were some sort of wild beast, Max almost literally snarled at the man when he had grabbed the barstool so effortlessly and insulted him so by scolding him like a child as well. "Mother fucker!" The robust man growled, slamming the bar stool onto the floor once he had taken his friend's kick to the chest. Knowing better than to bring up about breaking his jaw again, let alone commenting on his slightly feminine appearance, the man grumbled words under his breath as he sat down beside the red head. "Those two better not look at me." The hot head grumbled, elbowing Seth in his side as he huffed a breath. Crossing his ankles he placed his arms over his chest, the man slowly licked his lips as he cast a dangerous glare around the room. Setticemia knew just what he was capable of and bore proof it by having to wear a metal jaw. He had gotten Max before that though, giving him that large scar over left eye. The two were lucky they hadn't killed each other that night because all they had was each other in this world for they were like brothers more than anything else at this point. Sighing an exasperated breath when asked if he'd like a drink or a blunt, or prehaps a blow job, Max chuckled ruefully instead of going ape shit on the man's ass. "Vodka is what I want...fuck your prices pretty boy." He mused in a low tone, grabbing a length of his red hair with a grin. "And if you can find a nice girl to suck on my cock, that'd be nice. Smoking a blunt comes after...heh, if I have enough we can get ourselves a nice bowl." Came his reply, gritting his teeth a little before casting a glance over at the two Seth had been talking to, just to make sure they weren't even looking his direction, because he hated that. -c- (late post)

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

He hated people looking at him and it made him snap when they did. It sure was fun to make em suffer for it though, now that Max had thought about it, glancing away from the two as he began to crack his knuckles, grunting lightly as the bones and joints under the calloused flesh gave rhythmatic pops. After that he grunted, waiting for his long time friend and partner in death to order his drink for he was in no mood do it himself. So by falling silent, he waited, ready to snap at any second for his mind was like a ticking time bomb. Literally. He never used to be like this, Max knew that much. But never could he recall what he had once been like long ago. It had been a long time since then... -e- (late post. Max just sits idly while you guys talk.)

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

When Setticemia had brought up the past, Max's expression hardened. He knew he hated thinking about back then, especially during the incident where he had snapped as if he were the Incredible Hulk himself and killed half of the men he had known that night as well as broke Seth's jaw before escaping with law officials on his tail. "Heh...everyone can die for all I care. They don't deserve life." Growled the man, glancing down at his brother when he pouted. The next comment he made, would make Max toss his head back in a howl of laughter. To those who knew this ferocious man or seen how he was through acts of aggression, this was to be something more to be alarmed about than humored. "If I were to meet Stan himself I'd kick his fucking ass and claim his throne for myself!" Exclaimed Max as he stood, glancing towards the girl with a grin. "You best sit the fuck down, bitch." He suggested, snapping a little as he threated to lunge over the table at her as he placed his hands on the edge, ready to throw it if he had to. But then the cowboy had spoke, Max was ready to throw a punch at him, pausing once the queer looking man had made for the door, as well as toting his little girlfriend with him. Growling in frustration, Max stood there, watching them go for he knew his brother wouldn't let him try and go after like like a predator hunting its prey. "You talk to the weirdest fuck faces, Seth. I should punch you a good one so you know better next time you little fucking girl." The man growled, spitting on the floor in disgust before he sat his six foot nine inch two hundred thirty six pound ass down, only to seethe furiously as he noticed half the people in the room staring at him. With a roar, Max stood bellowing the simple question in an aggressive tone, "what the fuck are you dicks lookin' at?! Huh?!" As he said this he swiftly stood, ready to kick some ass.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

[Aw damn. =/ Well, it was fun, lolz.]

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

[I love playing Max now...he's so evil.]

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

[Punky, post here first if you wanna go back the bar with me and have the bro's fight or something. <.<"]

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

[Aight. I have to edit Max's voice wave real fast. I put the wrong Hulk vs. Wolverine clip in. lol ]

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

[Same.]

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

[Yup, yup. Seeya. :] ]

The setting changes from wing-city to Gambit's Bar

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Reluctant to listen to Setticemia's advice, the behemouth just cast a glower down at him. "These fuckers are nothing but whores and fags, seriously Seth! Look at them staring at me like I'm a fuckin' beast!" Max raged, grunting as he shrugged his brother's hand off of his shoulder. When reminded of the night he had went to jail because of an episode he had involving some federals and some assholes down in another bar, he shook his head, lowering his dark eyes from his brother's light. Tecnically the two weren't brothers or close to related, but due to the time they had spent in the program, they had formed a friendship that made them like brothers, even though Max was cold to admit it. He was nothing like Seth, and he never would be. He was too self concious and trigger happy. That had what happened to him when the government drugged him and put him through some psychological crap that left him as this corrupted individual who felt no emotion but anger. After that, Max had said no more as he reluctantly sat down. Setticemia had won this round but he'd pay for it later but never like he did when Max had broke his jaw a few years back after he had cut him on the face during his darkest episode in his rage filled history. The most he'd do was give the man bruises and perhaps maim him for a little. But the ending of every fight was always the same. They didn't talk or appologize, all they did was go and sit at the bar and have a beer before beating up on some drunk mother fucker who accidentally bumped into either one of them. And that was what made their bond special.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Max Rigel scoffed in disgust when Seth rested himself on the table in front of him. "Get the fuck up!" He growled, leaning back in his seat as little, his white brows furrowing as he glanced around the room quickly. Thankfully no one was staring like they did just a few seconds ago. That really pissed him off. When the bastard made a comment about dinner, Max took a swing at him, punching at his arm instead of his face. "I ain't buyin' you shit! You have more money than I do you little prick!" Growled the rageaholic, his features softening when told that someone wanted someone dead. Right then he grinned and slowly picked up the car. "It'll be public alright...and I'll do it with my bare hands this time too. Having to use those guns last time really pissed me off...I wanted to feel that fucker's blood." He mused in a dark tone, reading the card slowly for despite taking a lot of training and school classes, some of his smart's had been lost during the experimenting. Max used to be able to read so well and quickly, but now he had to be slow and read over at least everything twice. "I'll be sure to split the dough, Seth...if I'm gonna do this. You just watch and record the shit on tape...we don't need to have another client accusin' us of lying about the murder again." He said, his words low, his tone almost normal as he seemed to show some concern for his brother on this one.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Max Rigel growled in annoyance when Setticemia continuously moved about on the table, asking about mac n' cheese as if the big man still ate that stuff. Truthfully he would but his bod rejected certain foods. It was pretty sad actually, considering that Max was one of the few who used to be able to eat a lot and not gain any excessive weight. What he didn't expect to come sooner than expected was to have his face slammed into the table. A loud thud reverberated no sooner than his skull belted against the polished wood, actually cracking it. Stunned, Max lie for a moment, his eyes widening when Seth bit into his ear and then made a comment about his face. [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEbE3fGfF-o]Oh no he didn't![/url] With a roar, Max grabbed his brother by the back of his head and stood. Yanking his metal mouth off his ear the man went to throw him into a table just a few feet from where they were. If he was successful and had Seth break the damn thing, Max would most likely run at him before pile driving hiss ass. If he succeeded in this and Seth didn't retaliate he would throw a punch at his jugular before lifting him in the air by his ankle so he could spin him around effortlessly and perhaps whip him at the bar. That is if his brother wasn't faster than he assumed he would be...

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Max Rigel [color=purple]ignored the pain the acidic venom his brother dispersed onto his hands as he tried to throw him at this point. It seemed that Max had lost his sense of being at this point, his episodes clicking on and off like a light switch. Could it be that the man was going to lose it sometime again or perhaps forever? Well, it seemed that way after he had done one of the things he even told Seth himself he never do again which was rip off part of his face. An eye for an eye would soon become the case as Max had released the red head and went at him before being tackled to the floor just beside the table they had broken just a minute ago. It wasn't like he had had his nose broken before when Setticemia stomped down upon it, blood soon dispersing out from the nostrils thus leaving him only able to breath out from his mouth. That would soon change as toxic smokes went down into his lungs, making the behemoth choke and flail on the floor. Sure he was resilient the the poisons after many past demonstrations, but Max, like any other human being, couldn't breathe smoke. Now blinded by such pains as his eyes watered, the genetically altered rageaholic grabbed onto the back of Seth's head and began to pound his fist into his backside, trying to yank the metal mouth away as he acted like a snake, bit into his shoulder, metal going through flesh so the poisons could pass. All this time as his nose bled and now his shoulder, Max seemed to ignore all pain as he eventually kneed his brother in the groin before hefting him behind his missionary positioned gait. Rolling on the floor mad as hell Max stood, bellowing like that of an animal whilst his wounds bled profusely and his vision clouded. Yup, he was having another episode, which meant that Seth had to either stop her get his brother out of this place sometime soon before lives were possibly ended. But at this point none of that seemed to matter as the white haired man lifted up one of the table halves and whipped it at

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

his brother.*

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Max Rigel never expected his brother to pull the dirty trick with the tranquilizer. That asshole! When injected, Max released a loud shout, his body collapsing to the floor as he jack-knifed. "You fucker!" He screamed, his voice sounding odd due to the broken nose and how he was slowly starting to lose his energy. The liquids took their toll upon the beefcake's body as he cringed there on the floor, gazing up at Seth with a wide eyed gaze before slowly his facial expression calmed until he looked almost natural...and rather handsome, as he fell asleep. Instant effects meant intstant effects alrighty! Well, it just had to be done or otherwise Max could have possibly done something to Setti that he promised to never do and would've regretted. Poor man.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Now half naked at this point due the acids eating away at this shirt, the sound asleep behemouth snored loudly as Setti drug him to the closet. He always snored when having a tranquilizer, not to mention he looked rather attractive when peaceful. Of course if any of the ladies in the room had their eyes on this raspy voiced white haired powerhouse, they'd probably be thinking the same thing too. Thankfully, he was a heavy sleeper, so when forced in the closet space, he remained asleep and would remain there until Seth decided to let him out or he broke out himself about an hour or two later...

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

After all of this had happened, Max remained asleep for a few more minutes. This tranquilizer didn't seem to last long as the man's eyes slowly opened. Glazed in pain, blinked a couple times, groaning as he touched his nose. Yup, it was broken. Grunting in the darkness he instantly set it using only the finger and thumb of his hand. "That fucker..." He growled, going to stand upon weak legs. When he hit his head off the ceiling, Max roared in pain and threw a punch at the wall. "I'm gonna kill him!" Exclaimed the rageaholic as he felt around blindly for the door. Once getting a hold of the knob he yanked upon it a couple times, having to crouch down since there was barely any room for him. However, instead of raging completely, the man felt a lot more passive and calmer than he did earlier. Damn, he really did need that shot. Now pounding on the door, Max alas let out a loud shout as she slammed his side against the door, only to stumble out into the bar room once the locks and the chair had given way. Boy, was he strong! Seething at this point and half naked as well, the man glanced around for his brother but couldn't find him anywhere but soon found himself grabbing the barman around his throat after catching him staring. "The fuck you staring at?!" Growled the man, tossing this weakling on the floor and made his way towards the front door. "Fuck...' he muttered, really wanting to pound the tar out that guy. But there was one thing Max knew as he stumbled out onto the streets, that he couldn't. Not yet anyways.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Max Rigel makes sure to ball tap Setticemia before the true ending comes.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Everything about this man spelled danger, fear, and death. He was a mobile killing machine in the form of a human being. An enhanced being by gentic sciences that is. That's how the military repaid their top dogs by promising them recooperation in exchange for their souls, lives, and bodies. Turning them into complete killing machine with psychological and physical treatments that rendered the men and women who went into the program as almost complete schizophrenics with their own gifts such as excelled speed, strength, and senses. Maxamillian Rigel was one of these super soliders except that he had left the program quite sometime ago after and incident which left him the black jagged scar that ran down his left eye till this very day along with a temper that could be switched on and off like a light switch. But the on part of the ordeal wasn't a good thing.

In fact it usually left many dead if not maimed after Max's cataclismic 'temper tantrums', and no one could stop him. If compared to anyone may they be real of fiction, Max could possibly be compared to a berserker or maybe Bruce Banner from the Marvel series, The Incredible Hulk. But Maxie wasn't a pathetic weakling in his normal state, nor did he transform into the jolly green giant on steroids when he was pissed. Clad in his usual dark attire that he had many identical outfits of, Max slowly entered the bar room upon thudding footsteps from his booted feet. A dangerous frown scoured his face, dark blue optics trailing across the room. This place was infested with freaks, and he was one of them, even though he wouldn't admit it of course. Licking his lips slowly after kicking the door shut behind his six foot nine inch gait, Max proceeded towards the bar. With a don't fuck with me look on his face, the man ran a finger-less gloved hand through the short lengths of his white/gray hair that had became that way during his course in the program. -c-

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sneering, as he pushes past those in his way, neither caring what they said or did, as long as they didn't look at his face. If he caught them, there would be hell to pay. That was one of his many switches. He hated people looking at his face. If asked to explain the man would most likely punch the fuck who asked, rip his arms off and beat him with them in front of his children.

So, it was never a good idea to socialize with this maniac, let alone cast him a glance. It was best to leave him alone, and he liked it that way. Everybody wins. Upon reaching the counter after trudging across the room, Max slowly seated himself on a stool. Resting his arms on the counter he grunted out an almost raspy sounding breath and shook his head, scoffing as water flecks dispersed from the tips of his hair and landed upon his muscular arms. He had been caught in the rain not too long ago before he came in here and was still damp, his robust frame reeked of his old spice deoderant and rain water. A rather appealing smell to those who dared take a wiff.

But Max didn't care, all he wanted was a drink and to maybe be left alone, that was unless his brother arrived and paid him back from ripping off his jaw piece the one night he had berserked. He had been meaning to appologize but hadn't seen Setticemia ever since that night. Cursing to himself, Max ran his palm over his face and shook his head. He had a headache. When alas asked by the bartender what he wanted, the only words the behemouth uttered was, "Whiskey and a couple tylenol..." before tossing a twenty on the counter. "And that'll pay for my first round of drinks...I want a beer." He then uttered, shoving the twenty towards the middle aged gentlemen before lifting his head, his dark blue eyes landing on the bartender's face as he stared with wide, ignorant eyes. -c-

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Max Rigel
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"What're you lookin' at?" Max growled as he went to lean over the counter and get in this puny man's face. "Nothing, nothing. Whiskey, tylenol, and a beer, right?" The bartender chipped, grabbing the twenty before frisking off to take this man's order. Letting out a discussed grunt, Max lowered himself back in his seat, now staring at his large hands that rested on the counter top. He had killed people with these hands.

These hands were his weapons, his tools. Now, just what else could he do with them? Grinning, the psychotic one slowly shook his head, chuckling to himself for he was amused easily. Let's just hope what he was laughing at wasn't his thoughts on beating the fuck out of somebody tonight. -e-