Max

[Max] AGE: 213 (About 26 in looks)
HEIGHT: 9'2" (but most of it's neck)
LOOKS: Tall, gangly, and rather thin, with dark blue scales and a small dorsal crest (more a ridge) stretching from between his eyes to the small of his back. Has a long whippy tail, and bright green eyes, longer than they are wide giving him a slit-eyed look which, when he smiles, tends to give him either an evil or a sardonic look, depending on the effect he wants. Has a certain snake-like look to him, accented by the long neck and the thin, long face with a small beak at the mouth. His hands are thin, with three long fingers tipped with small talons and a thumb tipped with a rather more curved claw.
ATTIRE: A russet joint-length bodysuit with fiery red accents, a thing, fluttery silver cape and a pair of charcoal grey boots through which his three toes stick out, the claws having long worn them through. He doesn't know the meaning of casual wear, but wears a belt with a variety of pouches hanging from it when not outside.

Maxikirian's bloodline is long and large, but it has given thinkers rather than fighters, so mostly the Thocla's have been scribes, engineers, ship-architects and scientists rather than warriors or warlords; Max never had much interest in technology since he had been born into a place where technology was what kept him prisoner. Max spent a lot of his life in prison, which gave him a rather bitter disposition toward most, but he was held entranced by magicks performed by his cellmate, the ancient Saurian Wraith. Wraith taught him some minor tricks, but because the Hell side of Limbo was magic proof there was never a way of getting out through it. Later, after the escape, Max was taught more magic but only ever succeeded in mastering weather spells before Wraith left Limbo with Dragaunus.
Max's sense of humor is sharp, often sardonic and occasionally sarcastic; he delights in verbal warfare while the physical equivilant is not to his tastes. His sharp tongue has earned him few friends and this has made him become somewhat withdrawn. Those friends he does make are constantly bombarded with criticisms, sarcastic remarks and occasionally just plain derisive comments. Occasionally, such as in Loki's case, Max lets his guard down a little and actually jokes around. He says that Loki's a sort of calming influence, and considering his Max's temper it's a good thing he is. While Max rarely expresses strong emotions, when he does it's like the floodgates opening and letting a tsunami through; if he gets angry you don't want to be in his vicinity - thunderstorms are likely to occur.
There's not much Max likes, but then there's not much that he fears, either. he's known to dislike the cold, but that's something most Saurians don't like; being cold-blooded creatures after all, they much prefer the heat. He particularly hates snow and blizzards, and takes great care not to be caught in the middle of one projected by himself, but since he rarely uses that particular spell he rarely has need to worry. He holds neutral opinions on most things, although if he does have an opinion he wants to express (such as his dislike of being ordered about) he makes them very clearly.
Though he puts up a front of never liking anything or anyone, when it comes to his sister Max is just as much the protective older brother as Wildwing is to Nosedive. Canthrina seems to be the only living being that Max has admitted he loves, and while he doesn't dote on or hang around her he protects her from afar; if someone's giving her trouble, a quick thunderclap will remind everyone of who is watching out for her. He's relatively fond of Loki, although he's nervous about letting the younger Saurian persue a relationship with his sister. He's protected her for so long he's not too sure whether he'll be able to let someone else take on that responsibility.


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