[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/532086118167085056/tumblr_ojwo5iHH021qhodd8o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Palace: New York City, New York.
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] Conjuration, [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/590396225849917460/Screenshot_20190618-002335_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url]
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	Max closed his eyes and flinched as Klara unsheathed her sword again, fully expecting this to be then end and for the world to stay as it was. A moment passed, two moments, the blood pounding in his ears, and nothing. He opened up one eye, only to see her sheathing her sword as Hawkeye, [i]The Hawkeye[/i] was diffusing the situation. Giddy ness began to swell inside of him but he knew better than to act on it at this moment, after all this wasn’t [i]his[/i] Hawkeye, but some alternate version of him. Max followed close behind the pair as they made their way towards the warehouse. His heart sinking into his stomach when he heard about Klara’s tragedy, as well as the news of Thors passing. His heart and stomach then sank into his bowels when he realized that made Klara an asgardian and that he’d of died in an instant had she truly tried. Note to self, don’t piss off Klara. 

	As they got closer, Max began to see how the others were dressed and then looked down at his attire, extremely inappropriate and practically flaunting his status. He meekly asked Hawkeye if he’d be allowed to change very quick. Sure its a benign use of his powers, but the people he was with were already weary of mutants, and didn’t know what he could do. Any use without permission could end his life in an instance. Luckily he approved the change of clothing and Max went on to fashion himself a new [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/590396225849917460/Screenshot_20190618-002335_Instagram.jpg]attire.[/url] A casual look to attempt to blend in more in the event that mutants were looking for him, as well as a small homage to the hero’s back home, the X-men. Ofcourse, there were a few modifications, all black? Really? What is this gothic Germany? Some yellow ought to brighten up the scheme a bit and still hold the semblance needed. The buttons oh the sleeves that held them rolled up, had small X-men insignias on them. 

	Max watched as a portal opened up and there seemed to be another woman on the other side. Ok, so mutants are bad, shield is bad, and someone is in distress now. Max tried to think on the matters, who in this universe stood against the King aside from the Human resistance? There must be some group with more power, The Avengers, X-men, anything of that like? Max walked up towards the portal and waved at the magician through it. [color=aba400]”Hi. Uh, I’m Max, and if you need any help I’m always willing and clearly not wanted here. Besides your portal looks a bit more stable than the ones I can conjure with my spells. So why exactly is the red guard after you and what do you need done?”[/color]