Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

Max Harrison | 28 | Mechanic

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texts | Wrong Number

Moira: I just spent ten minutes checking to see if my toaster was actually missing.

Moira: if this is a prank it's not very funny

Max: SEE I DIDN'T STEAL IT!

Max: Wait... who dis? I wouldn't prank just anyone.

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Àngel: I don't own a toaster.

Àngel: Is this you, Marcel?

Max: This Max. Unless I went to some office and changed my name when I was drunk.

Max: But I checked my wallet, my card still said Max Harrison.

Max: Who is this again?

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“Oh yeah…I’m sure this ratty old thing would sell for a whopping three bucks on Ebay,” she shot back with a laugh. “Eh, I don’t need that much money.” She pointed a finger in the male’s direction, he’d been in enough that she recognized him now. “You…you’re the weird drunk guy. Last time you left me a tip that included a pack of gum and six pennies. You are in no place to judge.”

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“I’d just thrash it you know. God knows it belonged to someone who had a weird fetish, jerking off to it.” The corners of his lips turned down in a mocking manner. “At least the pack of gum is unopened and you can use it. Plus, I didn’t know where else to dispose 6 pennies. You guys don’t have a nice wishing well or fountain,” Max countered back, making a face to her. “And the name is Max, not weird, drunk guy.”

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ghost

What would you like on your tombstone?

Rest in PeaceMax HarrisonBillionaire, Playboy, Greatest Man Alive, Definitely Iron Man

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frankenstein’s monster

When you fall apart, what pulls you back together?

My machines and tinkering with them -- improving them more like.

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mutant spider

What is one of your biggest fears?

Getting eaten by a shark during a tornado. Yeah, that ain’t gonna be pleasant. 

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mummy

Would you like to ever have children? why or why not?

Mini me running around? I think the world just needs one of me running around. Besides, I don’t want any responsibilities like that. 

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texts | Wrong Number

Max: I swear, I didn't steal your toaster.

Max: Cut me some slack.

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It’s friday in Salt Creek! That means everyone’s preparing to have some well-deserved fun over the weekend. To get you in the mood for fun while getting to know each other a little better, why not play a little game? Reblog this to get anonymous asks from your fellow members, or simply post a link to your ask box so everyone knows you are interested in getting some of these. Don’t forget to tag your answers with #bloodstringsgames so everyone can check them out and, most importantly, have fun!

ghost: what would you like on your tombstone?

dracula: are you afraid of aging? or death?

nosferatu: what, as a child, did you imagine went bump in the night?

creature from the black lagoon: what’s your favorite place to go for a break? (eg vacation spot or comforting place, book, etc)

godzilla: what do you do when you are angry? are you ever destructive? 

frankenstein’s monster: when you fall apart, what pulls you back together?

the blob: do you collect anything? if so, what & why?

zombie: when was the last time you trusted your gut? was it successful?

mothra: what is something dangerous that attracts or fascinates you?

king kong: what are some questionable choices you’ve made lately?

alien: what is your strangest feature?

50 ft woman: what is your most prominent strength?

witch: if you could magically change anything about yourself right now, what would it be and why?

cthulhu: do you like the ocean? why or why not?

nessie: have you ever felt invisible to people – the feeling of not existing?

mutant spider: what is one of your biggest fears?

werewolf: if you could change into any nonhuman animal and back at will, what animal would you change into and why?

freddy kreuger: what is one of your worst nightmares?

jason voorhees: do you feel you are laughed at often? do you laugh at other people? if so, in what situations?

golem: if you could make up an imaginary friend, what would they be like and why?

leprechaun: what is your “pot of gold” (or white whale, if you’d rather)

sharktopus: what is something you’ve done that was ridiculous or a bad decision?

mummy: would you like to ever have children? why or why not?

robot: what is a habit you do without thinking?

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basic information template

➜ GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Maxwell Dexter Evans  Max Harrison

NICKNAME(S): Max, Maxie, Maxie-pad 

AGE: 28

DATE OF BIRTH: 18 June 1988

NATIONALITY: British

OCCUPATION: Mechanic

RELIGION: Atheist

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

IQ: 143

➜ APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Dave Franco

HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 153 llbs

HAIR COLOUR: Mousy brown / Dark

EYE COLOUR: Brown / Dark

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Eyebrows / Smile

➜ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Westminster, London, UK

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Salt Creek, Louisiana, USA

FINANCIAL STATUS: [[Unknown but seemingly Low]]

EDUCATION LEVEL: University drop out

FATHER: Andrew Evans

MOTHER: Caitlin Evans

SIBLINGS: None

EXTENDED FAMILY: Several aunts & uncles + cousins none in contact

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The day consisted of her shooting off rounds in the basement, always finding the need to practice with some sort of weaponry to be prepared for anything that came her way. It wasn’t that she expected some big war to take place, but rather, fighting was in her blood. It was who she was, with craving the violence, and it had been long before she changed into the undead that she felt such a way. The women of her village were warriors, and to this day, Mitra was still very much so a woman of strength. Gathering her sword, one that was very old, but still very sharp, she replaced it in its sheath, before leaving to head upstairs. Work still needed to be done, and she’d put it off for a day or so. That was plenty of time to take a break from the council, or at least that’s what a workaholic would’ve said. 

Something caught her attention though, passing through the halls of doors that led to her room. A sound of clicking noises that didn’t cease, and the closer she got to the sound, the more her curiosity was getting the better of her. She stopped just outside a door, and when she heard the window open, her back immediately straightened. Someone was in her house, and the scent was easily picked up. Human. Eyes that never shifted to their natural hues, only grew brighter at the anger that someone had gotten into her home, but then she smiled. Turning it into a game. Slowly she opens the door, spotting the young man that had entered who seemed oblivious to her presence. She unsheathes her sword, and scrapes it along the tile, the scraping noise the only indication of her presence. “Hello,” she spoke, voice smooth and low as she eyed him with a smirk. “Welcome to my home.”

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His body went rigid as soon as he heard the voice. It sounded melodic to him but Max had learnt never to associate how sweet someone can sound to what they’re capable of. He composed himself before turning to meet the woman. She wouldn’t be able to see his masked face coupled with his cybernetic dark glasses. “Hi,” he replied back, his voice was muffled and there was no accent highlighting it. “Beautiful home,” he continued before his gaze went to the weapon in her hand. usually his heart would start thumping very loudly against his rib cage but oddly, this time... there was none. Instead, Max bounced on the balls of his feet, completely relaxed. “What have you got there?” he nodded towards the sword. It looked antique but the gleam against the dim light made him aware that it was sharp. 

If this woman is going to hurt him, he’ll be damned. His hands were crossed behind his back, making sure that the hallucinogenic syringes were there. A  thief with toys -- that’s what he’d like to brand himself. max scrunched up his face although the woman could only see the movement against his ski mask and not his actual face. “You know, I was just curious what it looked like inside of the house. It looks majestic.” This part was the truth. Max had admired this house for a fair bit since he moved here. “If you’re going to bring me around for a tour, I suggest no need since I have my own two feet. But if you want to tie me down or chop my family jewels off for trespassing, I’m going to say that’s a very bad idea, lady.” 

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Was this idea crazy? Yeah it was. But then again, crazy has always been synonymous with his name. At first it was just a playful thought. Then it was the natural streak of rebelliousness had sparked the desire in him. Stealing trinkets and money from a house is nothing – that’s child’s play to Max. And he missed it horribly. Moving to Salt Creek was mainly to hide away and make sure he was never found by the authorities or practically anyone else he had pissed off in the United Kingdom. But Max ached for the day he was able to climb walls, throw himself over them and streak across a field undetected because his calibrators had done their job. Now was the opportunity to do it again. This time, it wasn’t for anyone else, it was mainly due to Max’s curiosity to the huge estates around the suburbs and his desire to see what’s inside. He works for no one and this gave Max much more a thrill.

He planned for days, keeping the idea to himself. That itching under his skin grew day by day and when the fateful day came, everything was going smoothly. He had a grace period of 30 minutes – that was when the security guys in the estate would patrol to the other side of the humongous house, leaving this particular locale unmonitored save for a few cameras. Max grinned by the time he reached the window, proud of himself for getting this far. Now onto the… His mind was whirring as he picked the lock at the window and slipped inside.

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It had been one of those nights…the kind where Iliana wished she had the balls to drink while on the clock. Unfortunately she was better than that, and at the current moment she didn’t have enough hands anyway. Off the clock now, she felt eyes on her, and cast her own glance down to the odd array of items in her possession. “What can I say…people leave me weird shit in lieu of tips sometimes. I’d be pissed about it if it wasn’t so fucking amusing.”

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He arched a brow, following her gaze down to whatever that she was holding close to her frame. “Weird shit in lieu of tips? Really?” Max eyed the stuffed toy in her arms. “You can never replace money with those... Unless you want to sell that stuffed toy. Lord knows where that came from and who has touched it.”

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Max Harrison - 28 - Human - Dave Franco - Taken

✔ Inquisitive, Intelligent, Optimistic, Witty, Innovative, Humorous

🚫 Reckless, Talkative, Impulsive, Arrogant

Special

None

History

Max, was the son, London politicians - Andrew and Caitlin Evans- who never wanted in their lives. He was referred to as ‘the accident’. Never caring for the child, Max grew up lonely, usually cared for by a series of foreign nannies and his own grandma. He was constantly curious and innovative. Max’s head is usually filled with math he didn’t understand at a young age. Only when he was introduced to his genius uncle, Roman, then Max knew they were literally kindred spirits. Through Uncle Roman, Max began to understand his gift and started building things out of his own backyard- knowing his mind was constantly working to build something. He mastered picking locks at a young age, exploring his grandparents’ estate in Nottingham which was considered large for the boy.

Due to his genius, he cruised through school and clinched a scholarship to Oxford’s Double Engineering and Physics degree program. He had promising aspects for his future until he was set up for a prank he was never a part of. The prank proved to be his downfall and the beginning of the end for Max. He later found that the ploy was played out by a number of his so called friends who were bitter at the fact that Max didn’t want to help them breach the school security. Disgraced with no proof against the masterminds, his family disowned him. His grandparents were no longer around to defend him nor was his Uncle Roman who has since relocated from the UK. No more prestigious diploma and with no home to go back to – Max ended up on the streets.

During a small heist of his own, Max was caught by a former mercenary named Zach. Impressed by Max’s talents (and not necessarily Max’s tongue and quick wit), Zach took him under his wings and giving the boy tools to tinker with and ultimately use these machines to help him in heists he was hired for. Max changed his last name from Evans to Harrison, followed Zach to terrorise London with skills to rob banks without leaving a single trace. They went on undetected until things went very wrong. Not realising that his movements were being monitored by MI5 for some time, Max and Zach were caught in a crossfire. Zach was killed during the conflict leaving Max all alone again and in huge trouble.

Desperate for help, Max begged for his Uncle Roman to be contacted. Five months later with a convoluted deal to be an informant under his belt, Max was free from prison. He chose to move away from the UK as per his uncle’s suggestion and relocated to New Orleans where no one knew him. He led a simple life as a mechanic, blending in with the community there even though his British accent was too prominent to hide. It was very hard to leave behind his thieving, thrill-seeking ways although those were kept under wraps for the most part.

Now…

Ever since the revelation of the vampires just outside New Orleans, Max was more than curious to catch a glimpse of these creatures. He had always known there were other beings surrounding humans – this only confirmed his suspicions. His move to the town was to just satisfy his curiosity or maybe more.

Written by Aishah.

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