| {Full Name} |Maximus Noden Fleischer
| {Nickname} |Max, Noddy
| {Date of Birth} |1/10
| {Age} |30
| {Gender} |Male
| {Sexuality} |Heterosexual
| {Relationship Status} |Single currently
| {Role} |Hunter
| {Occupation} |English teacher, during the day.
| {Face Claim} |Davey Fisher
| {Dialogue Color} |64C8C8
| {Appearance} |Max is a handsome man with chiseled features, ash blonde hair, and blue eyes. He stands at a tall 6'3, and holds himself with tight posture and squared shoulders. He tends to dress himself well during the day, as he has to for his career. Can't go around a school in jeans and a t-shirt. He favors the colors blue and brown, and will rarely venture into red, as he subconsciously associates the color with his quarry. He wears white only on Sundays, as according to an old superstition in his family, and his shoes are impeccably shined. Max has a highly muscular build, attained through hours of training and hunting. Branding his right shoulder is a tattoo of the family motto, to symbolize his place in a long line of hunters.
Maximus tends to have an intimidating presence, confidence and pride radiating off of him. He is, despite his deepest hate of the word, an alpha male. He is often seen with a stern look that tends to keep him safe during the day. Around his neck hangs a sapphire set in pure silver, and a topaz bracelet adorns his left wrist, both meant for his safety. Hidden in his right pocket, at all times, is a rabbit's foot, colored a deep brown. Scars mark his back and chest, creating a story of his past hunts on his flesh.
When darkness falls, Max is never short of his hunting supplies, armed to the nines. Knives and silver bullets hidden beneath his clothes, which tend to act as dark camouflage. Dark enough to blend in, but not so dark to seem like a robber and draw attention of the law enforcement.
| {Habits & Quirks} |- Max believes in many superstitions, and tends to knock on wood, avoid ladders, and throw salt over his shoulder, should it be spilled. However, because the various superstitions regarding cats are so conflicting, he puts little merit into them.
- When he thinks, Max will pull on his chin hairs, though usually not hard enough to pluck them out. If he has been thinking for too long or will be worried about something, he will shave his face to stave off his habit.
- He will rub his hands nervously if he lies, though it varies between wringing both hands, rubbing his thumb against his index finger,
and flexing his fingers against each other. This does not happen unless he is explicitly telling anything other than the truth. - If something is incredibly traumatic, he will repress it and he won't think about it anymore. Whether that is to his benefit or detrement isn't exactly clear.
- Max tends to study his quarry, and spends hours reading informative material on whatever he is hunting. He takes many notes, and therefore has vast knowledge on the subjects. His home is full of reading material, and is separated into several different groups, according to target. He also enjoys organizing the books repeatedly, keeping himself busy.
- Though it isn't exactly his favorite activity, he spends many of his hours keeping his body ready and strong. He knows, because he is just a human, he has a disadvantage.
- It is rare that he does not have anything else to do, but when Maximus truly has downtime, he likes to write fiction novels and poetry. He is an English teacher after all. Nothing has ever been finished enough to be sent to a publisher.
- Coffee. With two jobs, he doesn't have time to sleep, so coffee is his friend.
- Autumn, as the weather is perfect to be outside.
- Quiet and calm, even when it feels fleeting
- Intellectual conversation
- Murder mystery, both fiction and non
- Dogs, they're good hunting companions
- Children are his weakness.
- The smell of transforming werewolves. He thinks they have a particular stench.
- His father. It's complicated.
- Organized religion. He feels it gives rise to evil.
- Cats. Just because he doesn't give cat superstition any truth in his mind doesn't mean he likes cats.
- Orange juice. It tastes like devil piss.
- His boss. He has the slightest inkling of something wrong there that he can't quite put his finger on.
- Himself. He's been mostly alone, and decided long ago he wasn't someone he wanted to be around.
- Falling into madness. This job is stressful.
- Death. He doesn't know what's beyond this life, and he doesn't want to know.
- Being turned into one of those monsters. He's read it's possible, and the prospect terrifies him. He'd rather die than live like that.
Maximus finds the taboo of getting close to his quarry attractive. He's not acted on such attractions, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.
| {Abilities} |Aim - When using his pistol or his numerous knives, Max has incredible aim. This is both hereditary and learned, as his father and elder brothers all learned the trait, and taught it to Maximus at a young age.
Tank- Because of his training and build, Maximus can take many hits and blows and sustain less damage than others might. He also is unlikely to be distracted by minor injuries, and is considered a powerhouse when delivering blows.
| {Limitations} |Major injuries are something Max cannot ignore, so should it be severe enough, he will retreat, like any sensible person. Additionally, Maximus' size prevents him from moving with great agility, and can be slow compared to his quarry. Max also has an intense aversion to crowded places, so should his quarry enter a place where there are many people, he may let them go, depending on danger level of the target.
| {Personality} |♦ Focused ♦ Lonely ♦ Selfless ♦ Vengeful ♦
With the alpha male facade, Maximus has been known to be someone who isn't easily approached. However, this is quite the contrary, and it's much to his determent that he appears as he does. Max is actually a very lonely man, who wishes to companionship. However, he's not very good at conversing with others, and so this festers and never changes. Due to this and his shame about it, he holds himself in a way that one would never guess he was awkward socially. A self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness and hiding that fact that has Max trapped. Because he is lonely, Max makes it a point to do good for others around him, so they don't feel the same way.
Max prides himself on his ability to stay devoted to one topic for long periods of time. Time passes easily for him, as he can easily bury himself in studying or organizing things. This focus can sometimes lead to obsessions, especially when someone has done him a disservice. Maximus will repeatedly run over things in his mind that he sees as wrong towards him, and plan many ways on how to incite karma upon the wrong-doer. Unfortunately, his training and abilities in hunting make him someone you wouldn't want to cross, should you wish to live.
| {Place of Origin} |Maximus was born in Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts. At 15, after his older brother was killed, the family moved to Salem.
| {Background} |Maximus Noden Fleischer was the second son of Bruno and Lidiya Fleischer. His older brother, Carlyle, who was 5 years his senior, fell in love with his younger brother from the moment he was was announced. From the moment of his birth, the two were inseparable, and Carlyle felt it imperative that he protect his younger brother. This was fine for a time, a Maximus was not a rebellious child.
At 8, despite his mother's protests, Maximus began his training to become a hunter. Of course, this was simple things, like how to properly hold your weapon, the habits of the quarry, and such. Maximus was highly reluctant, but in an effort to please Carlyle and his father, Max continued with the studies as laid out by their father. Hunting came before school, even, as their family's legacy was in the extermination of evil. Max's grades began to suffer, and they continued to do so until his sophomore year of highschool, at 15.
It had been midday, on a Saturday. Maximus remembered because they hadn't attended church or rather, slept in past church, and he wasn't in school. Carlyle had been out all night. His father was asleep upstairs, and he and his mother were talking about a book while having hot-dogs. The phone rang, and his mother got it quickly in an effort not to disturb her husband. Moments later, she had dropped the phone and was sprinting upstairs.
Neither parent was telling Max anything as he was herded into the vehicle. His mother was shaking and crying, his father was stone, and lights were flashing up ahead. Max didn't remember much after the car stopped. He's been told that Carlyle was found there, tied to a tree by his wrists, pale and heavy. He had marks about his neck. But Max couldn't tell you one way or the other, he blacked out.
The only thing he really remembers was the burial. Just after Carlyle had been put into the ground, his memory returns. There aren't too many holes like that in his memory, but he knows for a fact that his brother is dead, and is very certain that he was killed by the Oak Bluff vampire coven. The police chalked it up to gang activity and dismissed the death mostly. That still doesn't sit well with Max, but he doesn't have much of an option but to let it go. All the vampire activity died down after Carlyle was killed, so they couldn't even find the culprits.
Their family moved to Salem shortly after that, either to avoid the coven, or to escape the past. Max wasn't in the know, he just followed blindly. He blamed his father largely for the loss of his brother, for introducing him to the life of a hunter, and therefore, cutting it short. He wouldn't even hear any argument for defense, and opted instead to close himself off from his family, and eventually that leaked into his social life. Max quickly became a lonely kid, but he began to excel in school, once hunting was pushed off his mind.
Max thinks the reason he came back to hunting was to find the bastards that killed Carlyle. At 18, when he went off to college, he picked it back up again, likely to protect himself, now that his father wasn't around, hunting all the beasties in the night. And he wanted to seek justice for Carlyle, though it was subconscious.
Maximus graduated from college with a Masters in education, and began working at the highschool he graduated from. That's where he is today, living by himself, looking for a dog to keep him company now.
