Name: Maxwell Alderman
Appearance: Standing at a little over 5'11" (though he'll snap at you if you claim he's any less than 6 feet) and weighing in at about 140 pounds, Max has a lean, but not quite physically ideal, build. His face still looks relatively boyish for his age, accentuated by the implied immaturity of his persistently messy ash brown hair. His eyes might've once been a lively and piercing blue, but now they're subdued by the empty blankness of his stare; as if passion had been drained out of him entirely aside from the occasional glint of anger or sadness. He typically adorns his attire with some form of metal, if not outright armor, due to the nature of his magical affinity, and favors catalysts or casting implements that that cling to his person without fear of being disarmed or stolen in a fight.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Element: MetalPersonality: In a word: bitter. Bitter at vampires for forcing him into what he sees as slavery. Bitter at humanity for allowing themselves to be collectively held hostage in order to control mages. Bitter at other mages for not rising up against their vampiric masters in spite of the cost. He maintains an air of cool politeness when decorum demands such, but can be quite irritable otherwise and rarely hesitates to take verbal jabs at others. When regarding vampires, his demeanor ranges from guarded, but amiable, to as outright hostile as he can feasibly act in such a scenario; depending on the attitude of the vampire in question. In general, however, he's rather sullen and resigned to his fate; any outrage he may have once felt is now dulled a quiet seething. As such, his bark is generally worse than his bite, and though he may complain, he's still willing to play the role of obediant vampire slave for lack of another option. Ironically enough, his detest for weakness pushes him to excel in that role as much as possible, despite it benefitting his oppressors.
Bio: Max grew up an only child within the territory of a highly traditionalist vampire noble, and as such spent his childhood in fear of being drunk like a juice pouch in the night. He'd witnessed the brutal exsanguination of people in his hometown written off as an unfortunate accident many times throughout his life, with the ruling count and his vassals rarely facing any sort of formal punishment for their sport hunting. In his hotheaded teenage years, once he was old enough to understand what was happening, Max was utterly appalled by the state of society and frequently argued with his parents' assertions of "That's just the way things are". Gradually, he grew to resent what he perceived as their weakness for not taking a stand; an animosity that eventually extended to almost the entire human race. Upon his Awakening, he was elated; magic was a power that could oppose and even kill vampires. Naturally, this delusion of grandeur was ended quickly by the reality of being a mage - a glorified piece of cattle for some upstart vampire to order around and drink from. Recently, he set his sights on Noila Academy in pursuit of magical instruction, believing that the accumulation of power is paramount if he's to cling to any hope of having freedom.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Likes: Long walks in the sunlight (if only out of spite), Advancing his magical abilities, Bluntness, Defiance of authority, Sleeping
Dislikes: Weakness in himself or others, Vampires (as a whole - his opinions on individuals are subject to case-by-case decisions), Overly-fake people, Restrictions on his actions
Habits:
- Has a tendency to be rude whenever he can get away with it (and when he can't, albeit the rudeness is usually veiled a bit in those cases), even to people that would generally be undeserving of such an attitude.
- Generally punctual and attentive, despite a feigned dismissive demeanor.
- Avoids eye contact with vampires on principle, out of fear of hypnotism rather than submission or awkwardness.
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