[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=aba400]Maxamillian Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1120141739236282439/Copy_of_Copy_of_Dark_Blue_and_Gold_Aesthetic_Tarot_Desktop_Wallpaper_.png[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=aba400]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=aba400]Spells:[/color][/b] Aus Atnemitsev Ogniffe
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Max looked around the strange and desolate land that he was thrust into, not knowing which direction to go. He felt an emptiness inside of him, another loss he couldn’t have prevented, another person to resurrect from the grave. It was easier when they had the body, it became more complicated when Max needed to create one from scratch. Even a single hair would help him and James reconstruct the host for Strange’s soul once he reached his home back on Earth. [i]If[/i] he reached his home. He took a few small steps, neither forward nor backwards, simply just turning slowly in a circle as he attempted to get some form of bearing while his feet shuffled on the gravelly mountain top of the reddish hellscape. His back now faced the wall as he looked out over the landscape, Strange’s note still in hand as he tried to pour through it once again. He needed to renew The Veil, but how? He had to go back to find Wong, but how? Million’s of questions and not a single answer was given to him. Just like it of Strange. As he gripped the paper tightly in his fingers, he began to feel the wind whip up a bit away. The note rustling between his hands as a small speck of red tainted the parchment it was written on. When he looked up, he saw a red haze off in the distance, sweeping closer and closer towards him like some demonic sandstorm.

Max instinctively began to cast, not knowing how his magic would react in this realm as his hands wove a spell around himself and he conjured up a new set of clothes. He made a full black [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/1122911573124595712/image0.jpg]ensemble[/url] for his mourning, complete with a coat and gloves, [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/1122911730952065176/image0.jpg]goggles[/url] to protect his eyes, and a [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/1122911828142456892/image0.jpg]mouthpiece[/url] to allow him to breathe in this oncoming storm. It was odd however, that although he felt his magic work effortlessly in this new space, it seemed to be warped by the nature of the new realm. [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/1123024402024501279/image0.jpg]Bones[/url] seemed to accent everything he’d created. A ribcage lined over his shirt as his own would do, small finger bones seemed to trace the edges of the fabric while an entire spinal column ran down the back of his coat. His belt had two arms, one on either side, coming to meet up where the buckle should be but instead it was two hands clasping one another. The mask meant to cover his mouth had the upper and lower jaw transfixed to it, and the goggles had small spikes coming out from the sides for no real rhyme or reason. Max hid the note amongst his person, not wanting it to get lost during the storm as the red dust began to kick around him, battering him and getting in his hair. He could hardly see through it all, so instead he decided to sit in place, his back against the stoney exterior as he waited for the storm to pass.

While Max waited, he tried to make sense of it all. Strange had left him no instructions, only goals. He gave him his cape and the Eye of Agamotto. Max could scarcely remember seeing Strange do some gestures before, opening the eye to reveal his mind's eye. He thought he could do the same, trying to copy the hand movements as he tried in vain to open it up to him. Nothing happened. Maybe he got the gestures wrong, maybe it didn’t work in this realm, or maybe he just wasn’t strong enough to use the relic yet. Whatever the reason, the Eye imparted no further wisdom or knowledge on how to renew the veil. So he waited, for what felt like hours in this storm, waiting for a moment to pass where it would lighten up and clear a path for him to follow. Finally, just as the dust began to thin out, Max caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, looking towards the small creature and noticed it was his three eyed cat. He thought he'd lost him when he abandoned the Hellfire Club, but here he was. Just as quickly as he'd seen the creature, it vanished before his eyes. Replacing itself with the sound of someone calling. He couldn’t make out the voice, but the silhouette…the cape flapping in the wind…it appeared to be Doctor Strange. Max jumped up to his feet, dashing straight for the figure until the red dust finally cleared and standing before him was someone else entirely. For a moment he had hope, for a moment he thought his mentor wasn’t dead. His heart tore into pieces once more as a soft sob escaped him before he composed himself. Max waved his hand as magic washed over Carolina, healing her eyes slightly, but whatever damage she had done was going to take a lot of work. [color=aba400]”Hey, my name’s…Warlock. Are you ok?”[/color] Max had hesitated in giving his real name, afraid this might be some form or trap. After all, there was a lot of power in someone's real name.