MAXINE âMAXâ LESCOTT, FEMALE, SHE/HER, BISEXUAL, 21 is a WEREWOLF in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble HAILEE STEINFELD. This one is known to be INTELLIGENT but can be SARCASTIC. They work as a COLLEGE STUDENT. They are yet to take their Oath with the Society. We hope that youâre prepared to do what you need to for fame.
Once Upon A Time....
That's how most stories start, isn't it? A princess and a prince meet and fall in love and they live happily ever after. Only this princess and prince never fell in love. Sierra Lescott and William Bennett were married solely for the purpose of media coverage and could all but be within the same room long enough to conceive a daughter - Maxine.
Max came into the world crying and screaming, looking for a pair of warm, loving arms to hold and protect her but she was instead received by a mother and father who cared little for her. She knew that her mother tried to be there, to some extent, but also that her grandmother denied that she looked after her. Her father simply had no desire to care for a child, and so Max was raised mostly by nannies - or by herslf.
Max took to school like a duck to water. At least the academic part. She had trouble making friends, an angry child who would get in trouble for pushing the other kids on the playground. But academically? She thrived. She found that especially math and biology was her forte.
Growing up was much the same. A lot of studying, not a lot of socializing. She took to different sports to channel her anger, but found that seeing other people's parents show up at tournaments and shows whereas her own never did was hard on her. Still, she grew fond of boxing. Kicking the shit out of the punching bag was just about the only time her head was silent.
As she grew up, she witnessed the control and abuse her grandmother exercised over Sierra, and a part of her understood that it was her grandmother who was truly to blame for the fact that her mother wasn't around, but another part of was just a child who wanted her mother.
Her grandmother was not entirely absent in Max's life either. While she was not as involved with Max as Sierra, she still had expectations for her grandchild. Only the best schools were allowed, and if she wanted to box, she had to be the best of the best. Any grade lower than an A was unacceptable in school, any second place in sports was not good enough. So Max has always strived to be the best, because she has needed to be.
Hitting puberty came with a lot of challenges, like it does for everyone. But nothing more so than the first time she turned. Having no clue of the existence of werewolves, Max thought she was dying as she felt the pain of her first change. She had - and has to this day - never been so scared and alone in her life.
Turning into a big wolf wasn't much better than the pain leading up to it. She woke up in the woods, dirty, bloody and with vague, shifting memories of the taste of human flesh in her mouth. She had killed someone - a young girl, like herself. It was all over the news, but she was never connected to the murder as she had no motive. It had been a stranger. And no one knew Max was a monster.
She was too scared to tell anyone and for many years, she would lock herself up in her room during the full moon. Her parents were too self-involved to notice.
As soon as she reached eighteen, she wanted to move far away from New York. She got a scholarship to one of the best schools in California and moved there to study mathematics and biology.
Max has still never told anyone about her wolf gene, terrified that the unsolved murder would be pinned on her or that she would be locked up or put down.
She still boxes but despite this outlet, she still has a bad habit of getting into fights. She's almost always a mess of cuts and scrapes, bloody knuckles and unruly hair.
Every full moon, she locks herself up at a storage room she rents, longing to run free but not trusting herself to do so.
She has quite the complex relationship with her mother, to say the least. She is angry with her, first and foremost, and a part of her would go so far as to say she hates her. But she also knows, deep down, a small part of her longs for Sierra's approval. Wishing that one day she might be good enough for her mother to pay attention to her.