Max Mendoza

Exorcist || Young Hunter

[max--mendoza]

.taekotanaka:

Despite the cold bite that was hovering in the air, Taeko hadn’t been able to resist taking her reading out into the garden. Enticed by the bright rays that had been streaming through the library widows, her mind had been made up in seconds and without much thought she’d picked up the book she was reading and found herself a spot in the garden. As much as the library was by far her favourite place in the house, her sanctuary even, the smell of old books couldn’t compare to the freshness out there. It was as invigorating as the library was comforting and familiar. 

Time often slipped away from her when slim fingers turned page after page of a book and today was no different. As always she was captivated by the information that the pages held, dark eyes scanning over them with a sort of hunger as determination to devour it all as quickly as possible crept in. It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps reached her ears that the girl even looked, book almost completed. A warm smile was given to the person who’d approached her, followed her almost cooing about the weather. “It’s just such a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Max didn’t often do things for the gratitude. No need to thank him or give him a reward. He’d never been taught that way because it was never something his mother would have expected from any of the people she helped along the way. He hadn’t truly expected the Tenebrae would be different. No matter his thoughts on the organization and what bureaucracy he thought went on behind closed doors, no on in this line of work did it for the thank you. 

But...he couldn’t deny the feeling that a fucking thank you would have been nice. It had been the first time he’d truly been able to show this Sect what he could do. Exorcising a demon from Eli like it was child’s play. There was a cockiness to the way he worked because he knew his power and he knew his skill. He also knew that this move to the Tenebrae had him dealing with a different set of demons. Ones that didn’t already know his name. He wouldn’t let it lure him into a false sense of security, because he also couldn’t deny that the reason he’d come to the Tenebrae in the first place was that his name was preceding him to most exorcisms. Already on the tongues of demons he had yet to meet. His mother’s had been as well. She’d died for it. And he wasn’t ready to go yet. 

A walk in the garden wasn’t something he did regularly. He could care less about the grounds. He was getting restless. It happened after exorcisms. Especially when there was such a palpable unrest in the manor as people settled down from it. 

He snorted when the question was aimed his way. Couldn’t say that he’d always gotten along with Taeko. She was a rabid fangirl in his opinion, just of the few times they’d conversed since he’d gotten here. But she probably had her own conclusions about him and he was well aware of them. 

“I’ve seen better,” he said, mostly because he was starting to build the habit of always picking an argument with her. Though there was no real malice behind it, he got a kick out of the teasing.

[max--mendoza]

NAME: MAXWELL RIZAL MENDOZA FC: BOB MORLEY DOB: OCTOBER 1ST, 1992 BLOOD TYPE: AB POSITIVE OCCUPATION: CHEAT, CON-ARTIST TYPE: WITCH - [EXORCIST]

“ Yeah, my Mom always warned me about you assholes. You’re no better than the monsters you hunt. “

BACKGROUND:

Max was born to Lucretia Mendoza, a single mother residing in Texas at the time, though they didn’t stay there for long. Their small family moved around the states and through Mexico all through Max’s childhood. It made it impossible to make friends and maintain them. Lucretia was a witch and more importantly, a skilled exorcist. She went where her work took her and if she tried to give her son a normal life, it was usually shattered the moment she’d have to move them because of another possession or an exorcism gone sour. Max was home schooled because of this, learning everything he knew from his mother. She taught him the basics, enough that he could get his GED, but she also taught him skills and information that didn’t belong to the normal curriculum. She taught him Latin, Arabic, self defense, billiards, poker, how to clean and maintain weapons and most importantly, she taught him how to use his inherited powers to exorcise demons. Max exorcised his first demon when he was only fourteen, under his mother’s supervision.

Continuing his nomadic lifestyle, Max and his mother were a dynamic duo, moving across the country and performing exorcisms whenever they could. It as almost as though it was a personal war against the demonic army and Max was beginning to see that demons knew their names before they ever met them. He never let it worry him, but maybe that was his mistake. A little over a year ago, they were confronted by a demon who claimed to be a Legionnaire from Hell. Whether it was true or not, it didn’t change the fact that the demon was strong enough to kill Max’s mother and leave Max a bloody mess in the aftermath of the exorcism it took to get rid of the demon. For the past year, he’s been trying to continue the exorcisms across the country, but things have been getting more and more dangerous - demons knowing very personal things about him - and there’s always been one name his mother told him to seek out if things ever got bad: Ethan Ford, who she later admitted was his father. Max was chagrined to find out he worked for Tenebrae, an organization his mother adamantly hated. He joined reluctantly and it only took him a month to convince his liaison to transfer him to where Ethan is assigned. He’s keeping the personal knowledge of just who this man is to himself, for now.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE:

His whole life, Max only had one person he relied on and that was all changed in the blink of an eye when his mother was killed. Although he’s good at hiding it, he’s hurting and he’s lost. Everything he thought he knew about the world is turned completely upside down now that he’s working for Tenebrae. They were always one of the enemies as he was growing up. He can be a brat and an obnoxious shit, he’s resistant to authority and will often go off on his own because he has trouble playing nice with others. He has a personal vendetta against demons, especially the one that killed his mother. Anything in regards to how he was raised or his family is a trigger for him and he will often get mean and go off on people who think they have the right to comment on it.

✔ powerful → knowledgeable → humorous ✘ sarcastic → insulting → resistant