Appearance:
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Name: Maximus Sirius.
Nickname: Max.
Age: 68, but appears to be 23-24.
Height: 5'6''
Build: Slim, flexible, strong as steel.
Species: Animal shapeshifter; snake.
Family: None living/known of.
Occupation: Shapeshifter mafia member.
Rank/Role: Head of Production.
Personality: When he's well rested and well fed, he becomes charming, interesting to talk with and fun to be around. Sly as a snake, as is his nature, cunning and smooth. Can be a real sweet talker, to a nearly hypnotic extent. But, as he's constantly trying to come up with new ideas, he's often distracted and busy. Once he's hooked on an invention of his, he pursues it passionately, going into tunnel-vision and going at it for days on end, without sleep, food, anything. That's why sometimes going into his laboratory is a bad idea. He just... Stinks. Like a snake in need of a bath. Once he's sleep deprived and beginning to starve, he becomes overactive, erratic, speaks so fast he's hard to understand, experiences insane mood swings, bad-tempered, aggressive and maybe even anxious. Once he's in one of his trances, unless someone makes him take care of himself, he won't do any basic life things. He's full of passion, easily inspired, creative and intelligent. Generally he's emotionally blocked off and reserved, as an incident in his past caused him to close off from everyone, especially from any kind of love. With his snake nature, he has serious trust issues, is self-sufficient and hates asking for help, and enjoys fucking with people and deceiving them just a little too much. He has a hard time with not lying, mostly to save his own arse, to stir chaos or to amuse himself.
Biography:
Born out of an egg as a serpent, he came out a beautiful, San Fransisco Garter Snake-like species, although unlike the typical snake he resembled, he was venomous. Once he was able to turn into his human form, he found he had long fangs he could use to bite into humans and poison them. His venom turned out to be a brutal hemotoxin, causing his victims' red blood cells to be destroyed, corrupting the clotting process and making them bleed from every orifice until death. He turned out to enjoy the bleeding part of his 'food kills' a little too much. Born into a group of snakes that trained their kids from a very young age, he was introduced to physical fitness, combat and weapon training. Of course, his blood family died a long time ago. Technically, he is an orphan, and his line might end with him, as he had faced an incident that caused him to swear off love.
When he turned seventeen, he met a beautiful mistress of serpents, with hair the colour of jet, golden-green eyes and lips that were eternally purple-black, due to the neurotoxin she was born with. He fell in love with her hard, but it was not fast. It took them time, but she enchanted him. He truly loved her–Oleander Nightshade–with all he had, and they grew closer and closer over the years, until they could never imagine parting. But... With the way things were in their city, once she was discovered as a circus performer whose identity was that of an animal shapeshifter, she was tracked down and killed right in the middle of her routine. Ever since that day, stricken with grief and rage, Max closed off emotionally and swore off attachments. The mere thought of it terrifies him and brings back unwanted flashbacks of her death, which is why he avoids thinking about it most of the time.
Filled with hatred for the human race, Max began to search for something, anything, before he simply went on a massacre with the ending of suicide. He came across the Shapeshifter mafia, led by a man named Bear, and did the work he needed to until he found his way there. With his charm and abilities, skills in creating things, his understanding of chemistry, the unbelievable drugs he invented, as well as all kinds of technology, weaponry, etc, it was not hard for him to acquire the position of Head of Production. With how he is, he could easily drive his Underboss mad. In fact, if it weren't for his underboss, he might be dead, as he would forget to eat, sleep, etc. He might hate people and prefer the way of the loner, but without someone looking out for him, his death is not that far off.
The reason why he knew what he knew, however, was that after his training, and growing physically stronger, his boredom's only cure was learning and knowledge. And, being a hands-on kind of person, he experimented a lot, and fell in love with chemistry and the way it seemed to manipulate the very basic structures of reality. He's also one for art, beauty, nature, pleasure, but he keeps that to himself. He has to keep up the intimidating image he built up for himself. Unless someone somehow manages to bring his walls down and get to know him for who he really is as a person, there will always be much left to discover about him. Only time will tell.
Combat:
Weapons: Varies, based on whatever's 'new' in the current month/week.
Range: Varies.
Abilities: Snake stuff.
Magic: Shapeshifting.
