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Agnes Primes fave told Max everything he needed to know. He heard the scream behind him and rolled forward, twisting and grabbing at Agnes Prime as he did. He threw his power over her and came up with a now weightless Agnes in his arms. He was facing the first Agnes and saw her baton swinging were only a second ago he had been. The wasps made it to Max as they spewed from Agnes' mouth and he bit back a curse as he felt them stinging him as the first few reached him.

He shifted gravity on himself and the girl in his arms and felt himself being slung backwards. This was exactly the kind of fight he wasn't prepared for. Agnes had seen his yo-yos and his coin attack, his literal bag of tricks was running short. His power required contact which put him in easy striking range of Agnes and made it impossible to catch all of her insects at once.

They flew back a few feet and Max took note of an alley to his left. He didn't know how fast Agnes could fly but he bet she was faster. He would have to hope he could corner quicker without the need of adjusting his body.

A quick change in gravity took him and Agnes into the alley. He flew down between the two building. He looked down the alley that was full of dumpsters and trash cans and swore. It was a dead end. He felt like a caged animal. He didn't know what to do. His wasp stings flared with pain and he knew more were on the way. The muscles in his body ached from him throwing himself around so much. He couldn't think he was losing. His mouth opened without him thinking and he didn't realize what he said until the words exited his mouth.

"CLASS: Initiate playlist-Dope Beats." He cried.

He had been told CLASS was customizable and had preloaded the program with his play lists before he had ever entered the room. He had expected to use it as workout music not like this.

The pounding bass and harmonic treble poured in the room from unseen speakers and washed over Max. The music revitalized him, calmed his fear. EDM pounded into CLASS, a familiar sound in an an otherwise alien situation.

Max braked hard at the end of the alley and flipped. His feet smacked against the brick wall and he dropped Agnes gently to the ground. He saw two waves of wasps flying at him. The music pumped in his ears and Max felt his head bobbing to the rythme. He vaulted off the wall, his arm grabbing a trashcan lid and bringing it up like a shield.

He spun into the first wave of wasps, the trashcan lid smacking into them either a satisfying clang Max hit them against the alley side wall. He did a quick turn and repeated the process on the second rush.

He spun back to center. He didn't see Agnes coming yet but knew she wouldn't just let him go. Despite the giant robots and crazy insect ladies Max felt a confident smile spread across his face. He brought his makeshift shield up to bear in front of him and as his eyes darted looking for motion his feet shuffled to the music, his head bobbed, his shoulders bounced.

"Alright Agnes. Let's dance" He said.

Geo spoke with passion, and intelligence. It was a combination that was rare to find in people usually. He made valid points and Max found himself nodding in agreement.

"I got you man. It's that same world though that used Althouse sacrifices and influences to drive their point home. I'm no martyr don't get me wrong but if one day when I'm gone people look back on what I did and say I made a difference how can I argue with that. Solid advice though I agree." Max said.

He spoke of the prejudice, of the pain and suffering that his kind went through. Max felt sorry for the man, he must have gone through hell before he came here. He had seen things Max couldn't imagine.

"We as society seem to get stuck so quick huh? We get a little better and move towards something good and then everyone gets caught up in their own crap and forget that other people have issues." He added to the sentiment.

Max laughed with Geo as he asked him about his dancing and abilities. He always liked surprising people with his hidden talent. Few people assumed he had moves when they first saw him.

"Yeah I can change gravity on myself or anything I touch. Make things weightless, change gravity so people fall up or sideways. It's gotten me out of some tight spots," He chuckled, " When it comes do dance I've played with just about every style there is. I've danced on cardboard and ballrooms all the same man. It's all about the music." He said tossing his cigarette into the ceramic pot already full of the things.

She ordered and inquired with Max about where he had gotten his ID. Getting the thing had nearly emptied his meager savings. She had analyzed the ID with ease and Max nodded impressed.

"At the bus stop on third street you will meet a guy named Tony that hangs out there at night. If you walk up to him and look young enough you can ask him when the 16th Bus arrives. He will give you a phone number to call." Max explained.

He was interupted when the waitress returned with their food. 24 hour diners had surprisingly speedy service. Max took a bite out of a fry.

"Text the number saying :Tony and you will get an address and time. Be at that place at that time the next day and you will find a guy set up with a camera and backdrop to take your picture. Wait five minutes and then bam you get a nice shiny ID." He continued.

His burger tasted like heaven and he felt like it was worth it to have to spill the beans. Having this group out would do Haven a favor too. The document ring had some good forgers that could be used to help get mutants in trouble new identities if they found their current work unavailable.

"I'd give you the details I had but the place changes ever night for security. You could arrest Tony but I think you want a bigger fish. You could come with me and I'll meet him and get the info for you. Then you can do your SWAT thing and get some nice credit." He offered.

He had decided he wanted her help, and the best way to get help was to give it.

As Geo told Max about the Order he looked like a solider who had returned from war reflecting on it. He had been a brother in arms, a man fighting for a cause that was greater than himself. He talked so poetically, and with fondness in his voice. Max gave a small smile.

"You know why I love art Geo?" He said, "You look at a painting, do you know by looking at it whether the painter was a mutant or not? You listen to good music? Do you know from the song? Art makes everyone a person, it's an expression of what's inside a person."

He took a long drag of his cigarette and looked up into the sky.

"I like working for Haven. We may not be what you would call freedom fighters, but I'm a mutant that can help other mutants. People will always hate, racism, sexism, now mutant hate is just another form of that. I'm gonna prove those people wrong, I'm gonna make something of myself. That's how I fight the good fight." Max smiled.

He looked back at Geo and felt a rush of embarrasment. Man had he just got swept up in his thoughts. He had just met the guy and here he was getting all philosophical.

"I go by Grav Bomb, or GB for short. Not really a handle but it was what they started calling me when I started street dancing" He supplied.

Good news? Agnes let go.

Bad news? Giant robot fist.

Max found himself free of Agnes' hold as she fluttered behind him. He could feel his picket of gravity still clinging to her. That might slow her down a bit. The more pressing thought was Poptumus launching a punch at Max. He couldn't stop, not with all the momentum he had been using to throw Agnes off of him.

Instead he changed gravity and hopped up, pulling his knees to his chest. The fist came in fast and Max ended up doing a weird roll over it as Poptumus reached full extention of his arm. Max sprang to his feet and started running up the robots arm at full speed. Crazy idea time version 2.0 was forming in his mind.

He stashed his yoyo back into his pack with his right hand and his left followed and he grabbed one of the rolls of quarters he had in his pack. Poptumus turned his head to look at Max and Max stopped. He pulled the quarters out of his pack and with his other hand smacked the wrapper. A wave of gravity wrapping around the roll and pulling it towards Poptumus' head.

Even if your a giant robot covered in metal science still had to apply to you somehow. Eyes were lenses, lenses were easier to smash than steel. The quarter flew out in a wave of shrapnel and smacked into the blue robot eyes.

"Please work." Max shouted.

Luckily Poptumus was still humanoid enough that when hit I'm the eye he did what any person would do. He raised his hands up to his face. Agnes Prime was released as Poptumus reached upward. Max hurled himself off of the robots arm and fell towards the bloody Agnes. He caught her just before hitting the ground and negated gravity for a second to break their fall.

He wound up gently plopping to the ground with the bloody Agnes beside him. The giant robot was shouting and seemed to be recovering from Max's strike. Max looked around trying to find the Agnes that had attacked him, he couldn't lose track of her, not unless he wanted another face full of wasps.

Individual

Character's full name: Maxwell Jacob Rosewood
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Max, Maxie
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Date of Birth: 03/02/1995
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Virginia
Nationality: White
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: American

Appearance

Hair color and style: Brown, short and well kept.
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5’11”
Build: Lean and muscular
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings:
Other features:

Everyday clothing style:

A full three piece suit is the only acceptable attire for a true gentleman.

Uniform: (if applicable)
Sleepwear: Boxers and no shirt
Miscellaneous clothing:

Character

Personality:

Max is a cold and calculating individual who finds trusting others to be a sign of weakness. He had been taking care of himself since he was twelve and it's mainly from that that he believes friends are people who should serve a purpose. Why befriend someone if you get nothing out if it.

At heart he feels deeply, but covers it up with an air of hostility and roughness. He is creative and loves theater and dance, but those desires have been squashed into a box in the corner of his subconscious. He finds them to be trivial and unimportant compared to handling business.

Don't expect a handout from this man. If you are too weak to make your own way you shouldn't be around. Arrogance is a major problem for him.

Hobbies/ Interests: reading, music, architecture

Job or part time job and description: full time lawyer for the Haven and Ragnarok Corporations.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Commitment, death, captivity, monotony
Special talents: None

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other:

Bad- Max is selfish and finds weakness in others to be a pathetic trait. He will do whatever he has to to get ahead and his success is more important than anything else.



Mutations

Mutation description:

Max is capable of manipulating the gravitational field around him and other objects. This field of “Max gravity” spreads over Max like a film, creating a small pocket of augmented gravity. By making physical contact with something else he can create an augmented gravitation field around them as well. Max is able to change the strength of gravity, either positively or negatively, as well as the direction that gravity is influencing him or an object he has touched.

Strengths:
Max’s mutation allows him to float or fly by either nullifying gravity around him to allow him to lift off the ground or reversing the direction of the gravity around him causing him to effectively “fall” upward. He can also change the gravitational pull on himself allowing him to augment his punches and kicks, effectively adding additional strength to his normal blows. By changing the pull of gravity Max is able to scale vertical surfaces and even hang upside down.

By making contact with a person or object Max is capable of creating a pocket of augmented gravity around that person or object. This allows Max to make objects or people weightless, super heavy, or augment the pull of gravity to send them flying in a different direction.

Weaknesses and Limitations:

Max’s ability to augment gravity is limited by time range, surface area, and power. He is capable of creating his pockets of augmented gravity for a total of three minutes at a time, with a one minute cool down time after that. This total is cumulative, meaning no matter how many times Max changes the pull or power of gravity the effect will only last for three minutes. Using his mutation in short bursts resets this timer. Any object Max has affected will be returned to normal after the three minutes unless he is able to reapply the gravitational field. Pushing past his three minutes causes severe nausea, as well as a loss of equilibrium.

Max must make physical contact with anything he wishes to use his ability on. While mass and volume are not a factor in what Max can do surface area is as he is placing a field of augmented gravity around his target. The maximum surface area Max can manipulate and any given time is roughly the size of a compact car, or three people himself included. Pushing beyond this causes all of his pockets of gravity to snap, sending a shockwave of force back onto Max.

Max is capable of changing the strength of gravity plus or minus 1 unit of Earth’s gravity. Basically this means Max can at most double, or nullify gravity. Pushing past this limit puts strain on Max’s body causing him severe pain.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities:

Max’s physical capabilities are that of a very active athletic man. His training as a dancer has given him superior flexibility and stamina. Upping the gravitational pull on his body has helped him build powerful lean muscles.

Fighting Style:

Max fights like he tiger utilizing quick powerful motions. Using his mutation allows him to fight in a full multidimensional style. He utilizes his mutation to keep his opponent off balance and wear them down, suddenly having gravity pull you in a new direction is jarring to those not used to it. Similar tactics include allowing an opponent to punch him and using the contact as a chance to double the gravity on his assailant, this slows his foes down and also forces them to exert twice the energy to move and fight.

Fighting Style Pros/Cons:

Pros: Max’s fighting style is incredibly versatile. He is difficult to take on in a blunt head to head manner due to his abilities. It is a fluid and flashy style of fighting.

Cons: Max style doesn’t do a lot of damage, preferring to wear a person down or pin them. Dancing instinct sometimes causes moves to be more show then attack.

History Of Your Character

Max Rosewood was born in a small town in Virginia. His father was a doctor, and his mother was a lawyer. They were rather well off and what many would see as a perfect happy little family. His parents’ jobs kept them away from home often but Max was always cared for and loved by his nanny. Even when he was little he had a love for music.

Max’s mutation manifested when he was ten He was a member of the local high school’s show choir, though he couldn’t sing to save his life. He did it for the chance to be up on the stage. One day during an after school rehearsal he was working on lifts with one of the girls. He was struggling with one, trying over and over again to get the girl air born. On one such attempt the girl ran into Max’s arms and jumped. He lifted her imagining her in the air, and felt his own feet slide off the ground. In a moment of panic Max found himself hovering in mid air, the girl floating along above him in his arms. After a few moments of panic the pair fell back to Earth.

The girl was surprisingly compassionate about Max’s plight, and promised not to tell anyone he was a mutant. He struggled with telling his parents for two years, unsure how they would respond to the news. In a home where they were financially secure Max had always been encouraged to pursue his passion, he could be anything he wanted to be. He just didn’t know if his parents had planned on one of those things being a mutant.

It was when he was twelve that Max's life took an unexpected turn. One night while he was waiting for his parents to return home from a business trip out of country he found himself all alone. Hours passed and Max fell into a restless sleep. The next morning the nanny came and informed Max his parents had perished in a plane crash.

He found himself at the tender age of twelve to be orphaned and on his own. He had no family and was placed in foster care. He bounced from home to homebecoming more frustrated with the corrupt system and his own lack of power in the situation.

When he turned 16 Max tested out of high school and moved to New York to study law. He excelled scholastically and found himself sitting for the bar at the age of 21. With the memory of his lawyer father pushing him Max became a lawyer. He had his parent life insurence and invested it in starting his own law firm in order to keep a stable job.

He now lives comfortably in a high end apartment spending his days keeping criminals out of jail and his wallet very full.