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» MAXIMILIAN WARNER IRVING WERKS
Age: 17
Sex: Yes!
Weight: Average.
Height: 5'5"
Weapon Type: Power Cutter / Deadly
Partner: John Adams ( Knight boi )
Behold, the living embodiment of chaos: sporting saw-like hair and dark, pitiless eyes is a man who sees everyone as a target...for JOKES! Always wearing a shirt and tie to school, Max is nothing like what his potentially-preppy getup might suggest. Quick, obnoxious, and loud, so very, very loud, Max is the kind of person whose presence is immediately, and quite painfully, announced via any all means possible, despite his mostly-normal appearance.
His soul is inky-black and sports his trademark, shit-eating grin. Paler, saw-like edges decorate its rim.
» ADVANTAGEOUS ASPECTS
» Energetic.
» Outgoing.
» Quick-Thinking.
» Industrious.
» Too crazy to go crazy.
» PERSONALITY
Many people, upon finishing interactions with Max, tend to look to whomever they were originally conversing with, and say, "man, what an annoying asshole."
To be more specific, this means that one's mileage varies greatly when it comes to interacting with Max. Those that can get past his abrasive tendencies, insulting jokes, and over-the-top demeanor can find a knowledgeable companion, peppy jokester, and steadfast friend. Those that can't, well, they'll end up dealing with a no-holes-barred prankster that is willing to turn just about anything into a joke. He'd be more manageable, at least to a point, if he actually knew when to stop, but self-restraint tends not to kick in until he's either been punched in the gut, or someone runs off crying. It's unclear just where his sense of humor comes from, though it's possible he's just overcompensating for something. The worst part, though? He will talk to you if he sees you. Regardless of whether you like him or not. And he will. Not. Leave.
» BIOGRAPHY
Max was born to a normal suburban family. His mother (over)worked in an office, while his father freelanced as an animator and cartoonist, something which a young Max adored. A child of the television, Max took readily to vegging out broadcast junk, while taking slightly after his father in his younger years with colored pencils and crayons. All that seemed normal enough until his parents noticed that the vast majority of his drawings contained his "imaginary friend," Frankie the Funny Ferret, viciously murdering his friends and neighbors.
Things only got worse from there.
He never killed anyone--thankfully--but he did develop a penchant for...poorly-timed and sometimes vicious pranks, often to the point of causing very real physical harm. A way of coping, perhaps, with his more "serious" urges. His loving parents, only ever wanting the best for him, were on the verge of sending him to an institution after he built a contraption that very nearly dropped a hot clothes iron on a repairman visiting the house (just like in the cartoons he was so fond of) before things grew even more complicated.
As was perhaps understandable, the two were at a complete loss when, beyond all explanation, the boy managed to turn both of his hands into circular saws and began cutting all the furniture available in the house. Of course, that was only the start--the neighborhood was next, and the damage was extensive.
Thankfully, news of Max's night on the town managed to reach the ears of those who could help him--specifically, the DWMA. With training and oversight, perhaps Max's more wild inclinations could be tempered, and his weapon form put to good use. Max's parents, worried for their boy's well-being, perhaps heard the wrong end of the pitch, and are very much hoping for a cure to whatever...issues, for lack of a better word, their son had. Max, on the other hand, was sold from the outset. Eating people? Violence? State-sanctioned murder? Sign him the hell up!
Besides, Frankie the Funny Ferret said it was a good idea, and when has he ever steered Max wrong?
» COMBAT STYLE
MRRRRRRRRM BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RERERERERERERERERERE VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRM BZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAA BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
» SKILLS
» Weapon Transformation: Max's weapon form is that of a large, unguarded buzzsaw blade, similar to what one might find on an oversized circular or miter saw, mounted to a motor and handle. Despite having less reach than most demon weapons and absolutely zero stealth potential, the blade is true to Max's classification--if it hits something, it's not going to be pretty. The self-injury count of his meister partners in NOT is pretty high.
» Partial Transformation: BUZZSAW HANDS! BUZZSAW HANDS!
» Soul Absorption: Delicious. Finally some good fucking food.
» I Built It! Me!: Since he first realized watching people slip on buttered stairs or step on caltrops was just as funny in real life as it was in his father's cartoons, Max has become quite the connoisseur when it comes to whimsical--and harmful--contraptions. That walloping glove shoved in your locker? That geyser-bomb in your bathroom stall? The electrified teacher's lounge door? Probably him. Of course, nobody can prove that he did that.
» High Pain Tolerance: Depending on how you view it, it's beyond mere tolerance. He laughs when you hit him.
» Resonance Form: By resonating with his meister, Max changes shape to what he calls the "tenderizer," a large, unwieldy, mallet-like weapon of cartoonish size. In place of flat edges on both sides, however, is an assortment of parallel buzzsaw blades and a grinder similar to what one would find on the interior of a woodchipper. The "tenderizer" is not intended to leave things intact.
» The Great Traditional Technique of the Saw-Meister: Black Bisector: While resonating, Max's meister can rev Max's blades on impact with a surface. The result is several saw-like lines of black energy that erupt from the surface in question and travel in a straight line, even capable of moving vertically along surfaces in their way. Max claims that Black Bisector can "cut through anything," but whether or not this is actually true has yet to be definitively proven--despite the technique having a very good track record.
It should also be noted that there are no "Great Traditional Techniques of the Saw-Meister." Max made that up.
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