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“Eat my ass, spirits!”
I. BiographyName: Max
Full Name: Maximilian Leopold
Age: 17
Birthday: November 18
Height: 5’7
Gender: Male
Nation: Libetellus
Personality Loyal | Adaptable | Honest | Calculating | Obedient
Hostile | Brash | Vulgar | Cowardly | Complaintive
A horribly tempered brat, Max appears to be your every day, foul mouthed rebellious teenager. However, he has his reasons for being so. Despite his aggressive demeanor, more often than not, he’ll do what he’s told to. He’ll complain the entire time, but he’ll get the job done. One may say his heart’s in the right place, or it may be the fact that he’s powerless to say no. He’s a coward through and through, and masks it with a sharp tongue. His hands are always busy— though he may seem to be lazy, he is restless and eager for small action. He knows hard work is necessary for survival.
He possesses near photographic memory. However, this also comes with petty grudges - because he never forgets, he never forgives. He avoids answering questions, only harshly retorting back with snarky questions of his own. Though he never lies, the truth comes out harshly. Because he fears getting hurt, however, he doesn’t actively provoke attention to avoid unnecessary confrontation. It takes a lot to gain his trust— and for that, anyone who manages to get past his rough exterior also gains his unwavering loyalty.
History Maximilian-- a name his parents thought would inspire greatness. His father was an older gentleman, a wealthy, self made merchant-- his mother the daughter of another merchant, both from the East. They were quite in love, and made a home, isolated in the Northern region of Libetellus. Their only son was an unruly boy, but they loved him nonetheless. It’s just a phase all young boys have, after all. He was born with a brand on the bottom of his left foot—neither parent knowing who it had come from, as both were regular humans. Both decided it would be best to leave their son in the dark about it for the time being. Ignorance is bliss, after all. He lived a comfortable life, and as an only child, he was spoiled by his parents.
However, a life of comfort would come at a price. His parents saw no problem in the way things were run— they didn’t see the abuse the overseers would give the Laguz tribe the previous owners kept as slaves. The laguz couldn’t stand the mistreatment from their overseers—and as time passed by, they gained enough power to revolt, with the help of another local tribe. When he was only 5 years old, Max lost everything—his family, his home—all to some overgrown rats. And he couldn’t even understand why.
His only living relative, his uncle on his mother’s side near the Capital, was not eager to take him in. He already had a wife and son of his own to care for, after all. However, along with what was left to the Leopold name, deeds and whatever riches were left, included the boy.
Max would often speak up, being used to getting everything his way, and in turn his uncle would raise a backhand towards the boy’s face in a drunken rage. He’d learn his new place soon enough. His aunt, weary and unhappy with her marriage, did not provide any further sympathy. And his cousin… a cruel boy, much bigger and older than he was, often pushed his chores on Max, bullied him with his equally scum friends, treating him nothing more than a scullery maid.
One hot summer day, when Max was barely a teenager, his cousin and his friends decided to play an especially cruel prank on him. Grabbing the small boy by the ankle and dangling him off a local bridge and laughing at his attempts to recover his footing, one of them noticed the brand on his foot. Startled, he was dropped into the water, the teasing quickly turned into malice. He was beaten badly, but a mysterious figure showed up and shooed off his attackers. Max was greatful for the help…until a gust of wind pulled back the man’s hood just enough for him to get a glimpse of feline ears. He quickly pulled his hand back, running away.
Angry at his branded heritage, angry at his uncle and aunt for abusing him, angry with his cousin for making his life a living hell, he couldn’t bear the thought of returning to that horrid place with those horrid people, even at the cost of being on his own. He couldn’t accept help from a filthy subhuman, either. It’s not like they’d even miss a burden like him, he thought.
The boy grew bitter—he couldn’t trust laguz, he couldn’t trust other people. He couldn’t even trust in his own pathetic ability. He did what he could to survive on the streets—wandering aimlessly, stealing, begging, odd jobs-- a shameful life.
Eventually, someone would take pity on the runaway and offer him a home. A cleric woman, the wife of the leader of a local mercenary group, found him resting in a church. Though Max had no connection to the Goddess, he knew the church would always have open doors and open pews to sleep upon. Of course, upon first impression, he was as hostile to her as he was to anyone else. However, her patience persisted—not even the most stubborn of men could turn down a hot meals, soft beds, cold showers, guaranteed safety…
…a place to call his own.
Even though the other members refused to take a child seriously, she and her husband thought of him no less than anyone else. However, such short years would fly by quickly. The leader of the mercenary group lost his life to an unfortunate accident, leaving Aramina to manage alone. Though she tried her best, her lack of leadership and strong presence couldn’t convince others to stay. More and more of the group’s members would leave—save for a few others who had been touched by her kindness.
After Aramina’s disappearance, the already dwindling group could no longer stay in tact. The other members left, seeking better opportunities. In the end, only 4 remained. Determined to find the woman, they set off on a journey, taking on odd jobs for a living. However, they don’t always seem to get along …
Extra
- He’d never admit it, but the pot is sentimental to him. It’s what was salvaged from his first home, and it’s kept his head safe more than he’d like to admit.
- Never reveals his full name to anyone. Thinks it’s too pompous
- Constantly squinting
- Braids the side of his hair as a nervous habit
- Makes other people hold onto what little money he manages to save. He says it’s too troublesome to keep track of it, but he figures that A, they’re much more responsible with it, B, no one wants to mug the guy who has nothing.
- Doesn’t know what he wants for the future.
- The first leader was a Holy Knight, and the group was known for their exorcisms. The 4 continue to receive “exorcism” requests, even when none of them possess any real magical ability. However, they receive so much business because they get the “job” done for the cheapest price.
- Voice: Scout from TF2
Weapon Proficiency: C
Weapons:
1. Killer Lance
Movement Range: 5
Level: 1
Skills:Skill Capacity: 0/30
Stillness: Enemies will attack other targets first if possible.
Stats:
HP - 15
STR - 3
MAG - 0
SKL - 1
SPD - 2
LCK - 1
DEF - 4
RES - 2
III. Admin
RP PreferencesStyles: Anything, though I prefer HCs to start
Platforms: Discord
I’m totally okay with pre-established relationships! HMU if you’d like to have any!
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Comments: 17
t TT TWI I II I N I LO V E HI M !!!
I LOVE MA X
AND HIS POT
AND THAT PO UTY ANGRY FA CE????? 10/10
im so e mo
even if the group is out of my reach i ll draw birdman
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TWWIIIIIIIIIIN HE DOESNT DESERVE UR LOVE 😭😭😭😭😭
ITS NOT TOO LATE U KNOW sometimes they do battle map recruitment if u read the journal
HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE TO HAVE UR BIRDMAN INTRODUCED MID BATTLE
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OH WOOO O OO O W REALLY!??
THATD BE TOTALLY BADASS
birdman swoops in to save max or something bc max hates him the most itd be some epic shit
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YEA U JUST GOTTA DO A GOOD JOB ON UR APP N SEND IT IN FOR AN APP CHECK
App checks r always open
JASODKFJOHB IM CRYING
JUST SCOOPS HIM UP BY THE SHOULDERS AND MAX IS RAMBLING AND KICKING HIS LEGS ANGIRLY IN THE AIR
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Something on his face makes me laugh, almost as if he would get mad if I say he is cute Welcome to LS
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he'd probably get mad if you breathed tbh smh what a nasty boy
ahhh thank you!! hope to see you around!
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HELLO DALRING BOI-- someone get him some glasses to help with the squinting though-- But anyway, SO glad to see him in!! I hope to see lots of shenanigans from 'im, heehee!
[PROTECT THE POT BOY. PROTECT AT ALL COSTS]
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honestly he probably needs sunglasses more than glasses the sun is bright bright bright
ahh im glad to see you got in too!!! hope we'll have lots of fun >:3c
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bls UR son is the good boy i cant wait to meet him
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CONDY BLS HES A STINKY BOI
if i get in let me play with your earth dotter winks
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UH NO HE'S A GOOD BOI WHO SMELLS GOOD PLS GIVE HIM TO ME
yaaassss you and your boi needs to meet my dumb green giant woman
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LOOK ITS YAAAAAAAA BBBBBBBBBBOI MMMMMMMMMAX
D A MN N N N NN N N
YOUR ART HAS HE LLA GLOWED UP EM
I LOVE HIS EXPRESSION VERY MUCH
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BLSSSSSSSSS YOUR ART S THE ONE THATS GLOWN UP!!! he's here for his brother lance...
THANK YOU CHI IM SO :sob: BY YOUR WORDS EVERY TIME
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YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THERE'S MY BOOOOY I LOVE HIM SO MUUUUUUUUUUUUCH
HIS LITTLE POT IS SO ICONIC I LOVE IT
I LOVE MAAAAAX
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he throws the pot at mika tbh
I LOVE UUUUUUUUUU KAAAAT :sob: :sob:
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