Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask

Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.

Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.

“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.

“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.

“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.

“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.

“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.

“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.

“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.

He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.

His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.

Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.

He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.

After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.

The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.

They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.

His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.

Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.

Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.

This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.

Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.

He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others.