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Max

A mutant from birth, it rapidly became apparent that he was never going to receive the same opportunities as those who classed themselves as normal. In time, he learned to make his own.

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a character in “The Private World of Dillon Maxey”, as played by AugmentationAudit

Description

Unnaturally slender and frail, he appears stretched and spidery with very dark skin that gives way to an odd harlequin-pattern in red; the marks are located specifically around the eyes and are clearly visible on other parts of his body when he chooses to show them. His eyes are very dark, but his pupils show red in direct light.

Personality

Mischievous to a fault, he seems to almost completely lack empathy for those unlike himself. In the mutant world, he has shown himself to be naughty, though not actively malicious, though the same cannot be said for his activities around humans. Tired of being classed as different, substandard, he has no compassion for anybody that he classes as better off than he is: humans.
Possibly a kleptomaniac, though his desire to rampant theft could be a continuation of his want for balance between his own situation and the human condition; he classes them to be privileged over himself and seeks to even things up by stealing from them.
He is not chronically aggressive around humans, though those who are arrogant or scathing by nature should beware, as should those who choose to tell him what he can and cannot do, no matter the species. He is rarely hostile towards aggressors, but will torment them mercilessly; sometimes causing physical harm.
He is almost certainly a sociopath.

Profile of a sociopath: (edited from: http://www.mcafee.cc/Bin/sb.html)

  • Glibness and Superficial Charm: He never seems to stutter or be ill at ease, perfectly comfortable when it comes to communication. He does appear to be charming, though he tends to use his charm to get what he wants and feels like he deserves.
  • Manipulative and Conning: They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviours as permissible. They appear to be charming, yet are covertly hostile and domineering, seeing their victim as merely an instrument to be used. They may dominate and humiliate their victims. -he likes to ‘convince’ people to do his bidding. He’s certainly not above blackmail if the mood suits him. He has some knowledge of the rights of others, but disregards it as irrelevant.
  • Grandiose Sense of Self: He certainly has a highly overinflated ego when he deems to show it, and classes himself as no less than the most important person in existence. His intelligence and skill knows no bounds, as far as he’s concerned.
  • Feels entitled to certain things as "their right." –he will take whatever he wants, and has no sense of guilt in doing so, as he believes he deserves to receive anything taken and holds anyone who refuses to give him what he knows should be his in contempt.
  • Pathological Lying : Has no problem lying coolly and easily and it is almost impossible for them to be truthful on a consistent basis. Can create, and get caught up in, a complex belief about their own powers and abilities. Extremely convincing and even able to pass lie detector tests.
  • Lack of Remorse, Shame or Guilt .
  • A deep seated rage, which is split off and repressed, is at their core. Does not see others around them as people, but only as targets and opportunities. Instead of friends, they have victims and accomplices who end up as victims. The end always justifies the means and they let nothing stand in their way.
  • Shallow Emotions: When they show what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. Outraged by insignificant matters, yet remaining unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since they are not genuine, neither are their promises.
  • Incapacity for Love: In his case, the high-functioning nature of his condition allows him to feign love as he feigns the depth of his emotion.
  • Need for Stimulation : When left to his own devices and allowed to grow bored he tends to seek out new ways to entertain himself; usually at the cost of those around him.
  • Living on the edge. Verbal outbursts and physical punishments are normal. Promiscuity and gambling are common. –he doesn’t tend to gamble, but when pushed he has been known to be loud and physically aggressive. It takes some effort on the part of the antagoniser to get such a reaction.
  • Callousness/Lack of Empathy: Unable to empathize with the pain of their victims, having only contempt for others' feelings of distress and readily taking advantage of them.
  • Poor Behavioural Controls/Impulsive Nature: Rage and abuse, alternating with small expressions of love and approval produce an addictive cycle for abuser and abused, as well as creating hopelessness in the victim. Believe they are all-powerful, all-knowing, entitled to every wish, no sense of personal boundaries, and no concern for their impact on others.
  • Early Behaviour Problems/Juvenile Delinquency: Usually has a history of behavioural and academic difficulties, yet "gets by" by conning others. Problems in making and keeping friends; aberrant behaviours such as cruelty to people or animals, stealing, etc. –it is unclear if this is the case, as very little is honestly known about his younger life.
  • Irresponsibility/Unreliability: Not concerned about wrecking others' lives and dreams. Oblivious or indifferent to the devastation they cause. Does not accept blame themselves, but blames others, even for acts they obviously committed.
  • Promiscuous Sexual Behaviour/Infidelity: Promiscuity, child sexual abuse, rape and sexual acting out of all sorts. –he has yet to turn any of his attentions onto children, having little interest in them one way or the other at the present. He is, however, sexually promiscuous and doesn’t like to be told know. He has been known to believe that sex is his right if he wants it, regardless of his partner’s desires.
  • Lack of Realistic Life Plan/Parasitic Lifestyle: Tends to move around a lot or makes all encompassing promises for the future, poor work ethic but exploits others effectively.
  • Criminal or Entrepreneurial Versatility: Changes their image as needed to avoid prosecution. Changes life story readily. –his life story is rarely the same twice, and his image changes frequently, though he finds it hard to disguise his the fact that he is carrying the mutated X chromosome.

Equipment

Genetically suited towards teleportation:
This can be triggered manually over a limited distance, and it is possible for him to teleport inside locked buildings if he has at least some idea of the layout inside. It is unclear if he can teleport inside a wall or partially through an object by mistake.
Percussive force to his person or penetrating injury has been known to automatically trigger a teleport, though he never escapes completely unharmed from subconscious space-jump. If he has time to consciously initiate the move it is near-impossible to harm him unless the exact nature of his weakness is discovered.
It is possible to stop him, even when teleporting to avoid detection/attack, but the method of doing so requires trial and error. He knows his own weaknesses, but does not divulge them.

He carries a stolen lighter and a silver spoon in his pocket, and almost always has a packet of cigarettes on his person.

So begins...

Max's Story

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Max looked around, testing his surroundings.

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Max wandered around the room with very little concrete intention other than 'find food, eat it'. He was tired and as such lacking in properly coherent thought, so stumbled around the kitchen like a sleepwalker, rooting through cupboards and the fridge with a sleepy interest.

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Max entered the next room, still testing out his surroundings as if he had never seen them before.

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Max was flopped out on the floor in the living room and showed no sign of getting up and going elsewhere. He had spread the sleeping Ireland out on the sofa for lack of somewhere better to put her and then deposited himself on the floor before he fell down. Anja... had gone somewhere, though he couldn't be sure where at the moment; it was possible that she'd gone into the kitchen or something but he had the feeling that she'd gone elsewhere; he'd been slumped on the floor for quite a while as far as he could tell.

Needless to say, he felt even more like crap that before, having realised just why transporting himself and two passengers was a really bad idea; thankfully he didn't think he'd left all that much of himself behind, or he'd have surely felt it by now. His skin being bleached to an anaemic grey suggested that he might have been unable to transport a couple of pints of blood; a lovely gift for the patrons of Gambit's Bar.

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Max cracked open an eye, realised that looking at the painted ceiling swirl was almost certainly going to make him throw up, and shut it again. At least Ireland had come out of the fiasco unharmed; he had taken very great care to ensure that fact, seeing as she was his property and currently housing his first descendant.

"Your boyfriend," he muttered, expression one of hideous distaste. "Is a fucking cunt."

Max, it was safe to say, was not at all impressed at the moment, and the throbbing pain in his legs that refused to go away and spoke of infection was doing little to improve his mood.

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Max wasn't really in any danger of dying; if he had have been at death's door he would have passed on kicking and screaming some time during the night. As it was, he felt rotten and more than a little angry at Kazen for ruining his perfect evening. He hated to think what the dirty little fucker was doing right now...

...the idea that Kazen was in some way messing with Max's other belongings made him furious, the idea that he was jacking off in the shower or something else disgusting made him feel worse, and as such Max decided that he wasn't going to think about that any more. He looked up at Ireland.

"You don't have to do anything," he told her, "Though getting me a glass of water and as many painkillers as you can find in the bathroom cabinet would be very much appreciated." He had the mother of all headaches, and fully intended to eliminate it before it chose to have children.

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Max was freezing cold; the result of blood loss and a night spent sprawled and unmoving on the carpet. The heating was on, thankfully, which had saved him from anything more deadly than the shivers and a generally grotty feeling of ill-health, but as far as Max was concerned that alone was the end of the world.

His humour, however, was still at least partially in tact as he offered Ireland a bleary smile and the shadow of a wink. "Saving energy, sweetheart, or just lazy?" He huffed a laugh, regretting it a second later when the shift in breathing made his stomach protest rather violently.

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Max wasn't all that sympathetic to Ireland's situation; frankly it was impossible for him to be such a thing, and he wasn't really in the mood to feign it at the time being. But, he thought, as he stared up at the painted ceiling, Ireland was clearly feeling bad; people felt bad when they were sick, so he had been told, though he didn't draw the conclusion from the fact that he felt bad when he was sick; other people just weren't like him.

With that in mind Max wobbled to his feet, fell over, got up again with a string of curses, and headed into the bathroom. He remembered to knock on the door first, because the last person he'd walked in on had hit him, and he didn't want to be hit.

"Are you okay?"

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Max padded across the floor, his thoughts directed to where exactly he shoes had gone rather than Ireland's clear distress though his expression was one of relevant concern as the loss of his shoes was a very real worry as far as he was concerned. He knelt on the floor beside Ireland and settled a hand on her back in an attempt to soothe her, seeing as that would further his plan quite nicely. That, and he wanted to appear supportive before he entered the next stage of things.

"Don't you worry about that, love, don't you worry at all," Watching her throw up was making him want to do the same, but that could wait. "If you don't want to go back to him you can always stay here; there's always room, and I don't mind. Hell, you'd be welcome; it's just me on my own here and it gets- well, it gets really lonely. I don't have any family, so there's not really anyone else."

If he was lying, it didn't sound like it, but that was always the way with Max; he was a convincing liar and often totally believed the untruths that he spoke as fact.