[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]Basic Spellcraft 
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In an instant Max was transported out of the streets of D.C. and into an expanse of blackest nights. The ground beneath his feet an Inky void that seemed to ripple with each step. He felt a warmth at each hand, the circuit finished as he looked to his right and found a Demon and then his left to see a gorgeous man. His face grew flush, pink smearing across his cheeks as he quickly let go of both their hands, but feeling the presence that was once there from Jack's. If the handsome stranger was to be believed, this was some place known as the Twilight Pass, an in-between location no doubt like Sigil was to the Planes. Why he was here with all of them he didn't know. His heart raced, trying to recall what had just happened, he was running, Purifiers were on his tail, did these mutants save him? Had he been caught?

Max tried to catch up with everything that was being said. Someone's soul was eaten? The creatures below banished here after having done so? And the handsome man was…apologizing to him? Why did it matter if they'd made a slight detour if they'd either way saved his life? The child spoke (He had heart of orphaned mutants before but this seemed cruel) and it appeared she was the Klara the man spoke of. Her soul had been reaped from her body, a mere child, and now they had a chance to get it back. Well if they saved him from the Purifiers then the least he could do is help get a kid's soul back. An old crone spoke up, nearly causing Max to jump out of his skin. She practically looked deceased, how old was she? At least 100. No, now wasn't the time. He listened intently to the possible plans, unsure exactly how much he could offer. After all, he was only 18, but he still decided to try. 

[Color=aba400]”Beats the only thing I knew about Hydras, which is to get on their back. But if it's fire you need, I think I can manage that.”[/color] Max said, a bit of trepidation in his voice. He'd never used his fire for more than lighting up a room or starting a fire at night to keep warm. He avoided combat as much as he could, choosing to simply tie up and encumber the racist assholes rather than prove them right that he was a danger to society. [Color=aba400]”No worries kid, we'll get your soul back. You guys saved me from the Purifiers back there, it's the least I can do to say thank you.”[/color] Max stepped forward, conjuring a flame within his hand, he tried to take aim, and then let it loose as it flew towards the group of monsters below. The fire erupted into a conflagration, consuming ten of the beasts below. Hopefully releasing ten souls along with their deaths. [Color=aba400]”I've got the fire if you've got the cover handsome.”[/color]