Golden Dernee \\ Maxwell

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Name \ Maxwell Williams
Gender \ Male
Age \ 28
Nationality \ American
Favorite Drink \ Vodka+Bubbly+Fruit=💙

Personality

+ Focused
+ Organized
+ Relaxed

- Tenacious
- Insensitive
- Unforgiving

History

Born in southern Florida, Maxwell grew up playing mostly on his own. He showed interest and love towards percussion focused music from an early age and fooled around playing when he could.

After he entered his teens he went out to New Orleans hoping to make it in the recording industry as it was picking up. That failed due to his age, and lack of skill in comparison to current music wonders.

Maxwell settled into underhanded side jobs and shady ways of making money while securing a new home in the city.

Over the years he grew more skilled in ways that paid better than most music studios would have ever payed his younger self. Pick pocket to silent deals and hirable for most Maxwell slipped his way between the cracks making his way along his goal personal security.

In the background though he had a single sore point, the tenant that had been part of the building he lived in since he had moved in. It had Maxwell strung out,  the other person had failed to help with anything other than fill the air with talk. Not to mention having to work any of his plans around them.

The thought continued to weigh over Maxwell for a few more months, it had been several years of dealing with the other tenant and he was ready to free himself of the constraints it brought him.

Another night, raspy words barked at the small expanse of the kitchen.

Fodder, talk, and ashes. Maxwell had been trying, so hard, to focus on the dishes before him. The dirty plate and rag were a far cry from his desire and it wasn't long before the man took their place dead in the dirty sink water.

As the reality registerd Max’s vision became saturated and he started to back away from the murder scene.

His heel slipped across soapy water that had spilled on the floor and he gave out a gasp.

Darkness swallowed him and he felt his understanding of things slip before escaping him.

Then suddenly blurry, bright, blinding gold lights grappled for his attention and he let out a hiss reaching up to protect his eyes as the jingle of a woman’s voice filled his ears.

Abilities

Attack Tier 1
Support
Energy Collecting 1 - I + II
Attack Tier 2
Shadow Limbs 2
Shadow Blink 3

💙 warm clothing and wooly materials, also enjoys silk
💙 listening to others play music, playing music himself

🖤 being taken from
🖤 hot weather

Inventory \ The suit on his back.

Dollahs \ 0
Prestige \ 0