OOC: (capeandcowl Application)
[PLAYER INFO]
NAME: Box
AGE: 21
JOURNAL: unseenberry
IM: AIM: insovietme
E-MAIL: boxofgrenades@gmail.com
RETURNING: N/A
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Maxwell Lord IV
FANDOM: DC Comics
CHRONOLOGY: Superbuddies Era
CLASS: Anti-hero. Not evil enough to be a villain, but not good enough to be a straight up hero. He’s a grey area in between.
SUPERHERO NAME: N/A.
ALTER EGO: Maxwell Lord, businessman.
BACKGROUND:
Maxwell Lord is the fourth of his kind, a spoiled rich kid born to spoiled rich parents. But he grew up idealistic, a dreamer in a corporate shell up until the day he started actually working. He took an entry level job at a company called Innovative Concepts. But entry level work wasn’t something that interested Max, and he learned that you couldn’t be on top of the business food chain without pushing everyone else around you off it. He picked up a ruthless streak and ran with it all the way to the top. Well. Almost. The president of the company stood in the way between Max and his ambitions, so he had to go.
He plotted to kill him, accidentally of course, which would leave a nice Max shaped hole at the top of the corporate ladder. But, as fate would have it, the planned cave accident turned into an actual accidental cave accident. Which left Max in a bit of a bind, and that’s putting it mildly. The president wasn’t quite dead yet. If Max just left him there, the presidency would be his and he’d be well on the way to getting everything he ever wanted. But something approaching a conscience, or maybe just cowardice in disguise, arose instead, so Max went down into the cave to rescue him.
This rescue attempt, however genuine it might have been, was permanently derailed by a plot device. This particular plot device, after about two retcons, was called Kilg%re. Kilg%re was a computer system, and since this is a comic book, it was made of world domination schemes and sentience. It called out to Max by name, and gave a little demonstration of just how much power he could have and potential he could fulfill if only he assisted it. It wasn’t quite mind control, but it wasn’t quite voluntary, either. But Max’s personal power grew six sizes that day, and only at the expense of his metaphorical soul.
After years of gaining sentience via Max, the computer computed, and reached a decision: the world must be saved from itself. And it thought it was just the computer to do it. They planned and plotted to replace the current problematic, fleshy world leaders with unthinking, robotic ones. And thus no more mistakes would be made. But Max needed more clout, and Kilg%re needed to avoid detection from it’s original owner on a permanent basis. And thus, the Justice League International was born. And it only took a couple faked attacks for media and superhero attention to do it.
Which is exactly when cracks started to show in Max and Kilg%re’s schemes. First, he got shot multiple times by a Manhunter in disguise as his secretary. Then he manipulated the League into a trap designed to kill them and Kilg%re’s creator at the same time. The trap failed to spring, mostly because the Justice League started talking with Metron instead of trying to punch him to death. For Max, Kilg%re crossed a moral event horizon when he took care of the Manhunter problem on a permanent basis. Throw in a resurgence of conscience caused by the Justice League, and this meant that Kilg%re got smashed to pieces with a bit of rebar while Max got his soul back.
This ended up nearly killing him because the computer was keeping those multiple bullet wounds from doing the job. But, while he was in the hospital recovering, J’onn scanned his mind to see whether he should still be in the Justice League after all Max’s schemes to the contrary. He was weighed and measured, and was not found wanting. He got a communicator back, and Max’s heel face turn was underway. After this point, Max starts thinking of the Justice League more genuinely as friends of his, and by the time they disband, they’re practically family to him.
Of course, if that was all there was to it, I’d have stopped typing about three paragraphs ago. A crisis crossover struck DC, and as a result of it, Max gained the metagene. He, alas, was not bitten by a radioactive wombat to become the Amazing Wombatman. Instead, he bashed his hand on the wrong leftover sentient computer system in a cave (long story), causing a shower of sparks and cave ins. This incident gave him his signature power of persuasion, as well as a desire to never ever ever go in a cave again. Okay, maybe not the second one. But the first one for sure, because he uses it fairly often once he figures out how it works and starts stockpiling handkerchiefs. Along the wonderful JLI ride, he also picks up Manga Khan’s old robot assistant called L-Ron.
But, alas, all good things come to an end. Max gets shot (again), and this time an entirely different robotic evil entity possessed him and almost made the JLI disband in completely unfun dramatic circumstances. But the day was saved, in the end, by a conveniently timed brainwave shuffle involving a mortally wounded sorceress. The upside? Max is alive. The downside? Those nifty pushing powers burn out, and he never really gets them back.
Later, he becomes a cyborg. Because it’s the nineties. While the storyline that caused it makes no sense, he’s still a cyborg the next time he shows up. Namely, to put the JLI band back together. And he does so, using the powers of L-Ron with a clipboard and cajoling/bribing/manipulating/calling them out on being bored. Manga Khan shows up to reclaim L-Ron. Queens is invaded. The team vanishes to a gambling satellite. G’nort still exists. Booster wishes the team to hell and Dr. Fate saves them. And all is right with the world.
PERSONALITY:
Maxwell Lord knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. Usually, what he wants is money, and he tends to get it via bribing, manipulating, and otherwise cajoling other people. What? He’s a business man. It’s what he does. He’s really very good at getting people to go along with his schemes, whether because their lives are boring without it or because he offered them a pay check he doesn’t intend on cashing in or an infinite number of other things. He’s ambitious and ambiguous, and you better believe his rolodex is stacked to the brim with the names and favors of every superhero from here to Metropolis. He thinks he’s brilliant, and isn’t exactly shy on showing it. If he has any faults besides all of them, it’s that his narcissism could give the actual Narcissus a run for his money.
Which is where the ambiguity kicks in. Oh, he’s a manipulative shady guy that acts like he should be selling cars, but there’s a good person underneath the surface of snake oil. He does what he does best because he genuinely believes it’s for the best. He may abuse power a little to get it, but when you’re going up against villains the size of Mount Rushmore, you need all the power you can get. Max truly does care about his friends, and more than once directly thinks that he’s a better person for knowing them. The old JLI team is something of a nakama made of rejects, and nobody heads it off better than Max. He’s almost always calm in the face of zany schemes, but he’s not as above it all as he seems. He has a good sense of humor underneath it all, slightly derpy and bizarre but one that takes the team’s various faults in stride. He’s a brilliant businessman, but he makes a better boss any day.
Things weren’t always this way. He used to be much more amoral and ruthless. In fact, he used to be much more like a villain. He still ponders over how ruthless he used to be, and whether he could have gone through with half the things he plotted. He’ll never know for sure. To this day, he struggles with having an actual conscience and being a good person. He’s come a long way since his introduction, and while he’s still not as good as good can be, he’s gotten increasingly better over time. Redemption’s not for everyone. Max is trying to earn it. He’s driven and determined, even at the worst of times, and refuses to weep and gnash his teeth over bad situations. Sometimes he can be bought, and sometimes he can be sold, but sometimes he can be a hero.
Max likes to be in control of things. All the time. And his ego lets him think he has the skill to do it. Oh, his days of being controlled by other things are long over, but sometimes his ambition gets the best of him. And, when stress points are reached, this control issue can really come back to bite everyone else. He does still struggle with his conscience, and he has to actively try to be a good person for the sake of his friends. True, it’s been a long time since he was at his worst, at least in this point in continuity. But there’s still a part of him that can be convinced that he’s the only one who really knows how to save the world.
But at this point in canon, Max gets by with a little help from his friends. Even if they’re robots. Especially if they’re robots.
POWER:
In the Superbuddies era, Max is a cyborg and has no superpowers beyond the standard metal skeleton and lacking of heart. In fact, he continues to smoke cigars like a chimney, and punches about as well as a ten year old kid. Even with the assumed enhanced strength.
So, I’m giving him his Mind Manipulation powers back. But! Not to the gamebreaking status that it’s currently at in canon. He can’t use it for very long, and not without a killer headache and a not too pleasant nosebleed. He also can’t use it to mind wipe an entire planet, or at least not without seriously painful consequences, and Max likes breathing. It’s more often used as a kind of...push, a little suggestion here or there. His most common usage of it in canon is to persuade people to join the league when they refuse. It also doesn’t seem to last very long before someone puts two and two together and sees it equals Max. In addition, it’s been a very, very long time since he had these powers in the first place, so his first instinct isn’t going to be to use them.
And, of course, OOCly, I’ll have a big shiny permissions post for it’s usage.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
Work’s so much easier when you have someone else to do it for you. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers. Which works out well for me, because I’m not much of a beggar myself. Never could get panhandling down. Or the proper uniform.
But you’re not here for that, are you? We all have places to be that aren’t in front of computer screens. Well. Most of us do. I know I do.
What you need is protection. No, I’m not talking about the cops, they do a fine enough job in a fine enough city like this one. But protection for your property. An insurance policy, if you’d like to call it that. I certainly would. Not against storms, or wind, or fire, or any of those things any average policy would cover.
No. What you need is a super policy. For all the damage that gets done whenever there’s damage to be done. When a supervillain hijacks a rocket launcher in Times Square, we’ll cover that. When a robot destroys your apartment in Queens using heat vision, we’ll cover that. When your motorcycle turns sentient and crashes itself into a bus, we’ll cover that. When a shapeshifter pretends to be you and gets you fired from work, we’ll cover that. When a hero gets hypnotized into being evil and assaults an office building, we’ll cover that (from a safe distance away). When a computer system gets soda spilled on it and goes down, we’ll...well, you’re on your own there. But at least we’ll see what can be done about the soda.
Supersurance! For where other insurance companies dare not tread!
Interested? Call 1-800-HERO-GET and we’ll get to work right away.
That is, once I have some employees.
You want in on this, don’t you? So what are you waiting for! Submit your resumes here, people! I Want You! Let’s Make a Deal! Go For The Gold! Some Other Cliched Saying!
Please.
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
Max should have seen this one coming. Gotten someone with a crystal ball, or maybe a golden blackberry, to plot out all the ways and means he could possibly be screwed over. And, if he were the kind of person who could do something wrong, which he isn’t, he’d admit that maybe, maybe he was in over his head. What with Manga Khan showing up with a laser light show and G’nort, well, being G’nort, and the entire team missing less than twenty-four hours after launching, it’d throw anyone off their game. Anyone who isn’t him, anyway.
Okay. Maybe, possibly, in a way that totally wasn’t his fault...it might be his fault. It’s been a long time since the glory days. And in that time, maybe he’s started thinking of himself as bulletproof. He’s got his reasons. A laundry list of them, stored in the back of his head. The biggest one was the metal skeleton. He’s heartless. Literally. There’s blood in him, or maybe it was oil now, and he could smoke all the cigars he wanted to because he’ll never get cancer from it. He’s more machine than man, and he hates it. Hates it, as much as a man without a heart is capable of it. He hates, hates, hates letting the machine win, letting his actions be controlled by the push of a button or the mark of programming where his brain should be.
He should be better than that. But there’s an offer on the table. A friend for his humanity. Okay. L-Ron’s not a friend. Just another machine, really. If Max were the kind of person to list his friends, L-Ron would probably make it on there as some kind of technicality. But his brain is whirring now, weighing options, and if he forgets that he’s supposed to be breathing, he chalks it up to the decisions he’s wading between and not the lack of lungs.
To be human again. To be flesh and blood and not metal and whirring gears. To have a heart that beats and bones that break. And all he had to do was pay a price. A small price, in the grand scheme of things. An equivalent exchange, or something that boils this deal down into business and nothing personal, nothing close to human. The only thing standing between him and toasting a deal done well with Manga Khan is a little voice in the back of his head.
Max hates that little voice. It sounds like a bell, and nothing like the one that closes Wall Street. It shouldn’t be anything to stop him, but it is. Some people call it a conscience, but Max doesn’t count as a person anymore, so he doesn’t. But it turns a business deal into something personal, turns something simple into a battleground. All it says, really, is that there *is* something in between him and a profit. His brain fills in the gaps, and calls that thing a soul. Which is a stupid thing to stop him. But maybe if he put it another way, twists the words around, it would mean humanity. And maybe, maybe he doesn’t have to be human to have it.
He does have to have friends, though.
Of course, then he hears a series of p’tungs and other onomatopoeia, and Max knows the deal’s been shelved to clean up robot parts outside. Which is good, because then he can pretend that he wasn’t about to reject a perfectly reasonable offer over something as small as his humanity.
Max was always very good at pretending.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
The better part of my personality section is taken from my application for DDD. The relevant part can be found here!
NAME: Box
AGE: 21
JOURNAL: unseenberry
IM: AIM: insovietme
E-MAIL: boxofgrenades@gmail.com
RETURNING: N/A
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Maxwell Lord IV
FANDOM: DC Comics
CHRONOLOGY: Superbuddies Era
CLASS: Anti-hero. Not evil enough to be a villain, but not good enough to be a straight up hero. He’s a grey area in between.
SUPERHERO NAME: N/A.
ALTER EGO: Maxwell Lord, businessman.
BACKGROUND:
Maxwell Lord is the fourth of his kind, a spoiled rich kid born to spoiled rich parents. But he grew up idealistic, a dreamer in a corporate shell up until the day he started actually working. He took an entry level job at a company called Innovative Concepts. But entry level work wasn’t something that interested Max, and he learned that you couldn’t be on top of the business food chain without pushing everyone else around you off it. He picked up a ruthless streak and ran with it all the way to the top. Well. Almost. The president of the company stood in the way between Max and his ambitions, so he had to go.
He plotted to kill him, accidentally of course, which would leave a nice Max shaped hole at the top of the corporate ladder. But, as fate would have it, the planned cave accident turned into an actual accidental cave accident. Which left Max in a bit of a bind, and that’s putting it mildly. The president wasn’t quite dead yet. If Max just left him there, the presidency would be his and he’d be well on the way to getting everything he ever wanted. But something approaching a conscience, or maybe just cowardice in disguise, arose instead, so Max went down into the cave to rescue him.
This rescue attempt, however genuine it might have been, was permanently derailed by a plot device. This particular plot device, after about two retcons, was called Kilg%re. Kilg%re was a computer system, and since this is a comic book, it was made of world domination schemes and sentience. It called out to Max by name, and gave a little demonstration of just how much power he could have and potential he could fulfill if only he assisted it. It wasn’t quite mind control, but it wasn’t quite voluntary, either. But Max’s personal power grew six sizes that day, and only at the expense of his metaphorical soul.
After years of gaining sentience via Max, the computer computed, and reached a decision: the world must be saved from itself. And it thought it was just the computer to do it. They planned and plotted to replace the current problematic, fleshy world leaders with unthinking, robotic ones. And thus no more mistakes would be made. But Max needed more clout, and Kilg%re needed to avoid detection from it’s original owner on a permanent basis. And thus, the Justice League International was born. And it only took a couple faked attacks for media and superhero attention to do it.
Which is exactly when cracks started to show in Max and Kilg%re’s schemes. First, he got shot multiple times by a Manhunter in disguise as his secretary. Then he manipulated the League into a trap designed to kill them and Kilg%re’s creator at the same time. The trap failed to spring, mostly because the Justice League started talking with Metron instead of trying to punch him to death. For Max, Kilg%re crossed a moral event horizon when he took care of the Manhunter problem on a permanent basis. Throw in a resurgence of conscience caused by the Justice League, and this meant that Kilg%re got smashed to pieces with a bit of rebar while Max got his soul back.
This ended up nearly killing him because the computer was keeping those multiple bullet wounds from doing the job. But, while he was in the hospital recovering, J’onn scanned his mind to see whether he should still be in the Justice League after all Max’s schemes to the contrary. He was weighed and measured, and was not found wanting. He got a communicator back, and Max’s heel face turn was underway. After this point, Max starts thinking of the Justice League more genuinely as friends of his, and by the time they disband, they’re practically family to him.
Of course, if that was all there was to it, I’d have stopped typing about three paragraphs ago. A crisis crossover struck DC, and as a result of it, Max gained the metagene. He, alas, was not bitten by a radioactive wombat to become the Amazing Wombatman. Instead, he bashed his hand on the wrong leftover sentient computer system in a cave (long story), causing a shower of sparks and cave ins. This incident gave him his signature power of persuasion, as well as a desire to never ever ever go in a cave again. Okay, maybe not the second one. But the first one for sure, because he uses it fairly often once he figures out how it works and starts stockpiling handkerchiefs. Along the wonderful JLI ride, he also picks up Manga Khan’s old robot assistant called L-Ron.
But, alas, all good things come to an end. Max gets shot (again), and this time an entirely different robotic evil entity possessed him and almost made the JLI disband in completely unfun dramatic circumstances. But the day was saved, in the end, by a conveniently timed brainwave shuffle involving a mortally wounded sorceress. The upside? Max is alive. The downside? Those nifty pushing powers burn out, and he never really gets them back.
Later, he becomes a cyborg. Because it’s the nineties. While the storyline that caused it makes no sense, he’s still a cyborg the next time he shows up. Namely, to put the JLI band back together. And he does so, using the powers of L-Ron with a clipboard and cajoling/bribing/manipulating/calling them out on being bored. Manga Khan shows up to reclaim L-Ron. Queens is invaded. The team vanishes to a gambling satellite. G’nort still exists. Booster wishes the team to hell and Dr. Fate saves them. And all is right with the world.
PERSONALITY:
Maxwell Lord knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. Usually, what he wants is money, and he tends to get it via bribing, manipulating, and otherwise cajoling other people. What? He’s a business man. It’s what he does. He’s really very good at getting people to go along with his schemes, whether because their lives are boring without it or because he offered them a pay check he doesn’t intend on cashing in or an infinite number of other things. He’s ambitious and ambiguous, and you better believe his rolodex is stacked to the brim with the names and favors of every superhero from here to Metropolis. He thinks he’s brilliant, and isn’t exactly shy on showing it. If he has any faults besides all of them, it’s that his narcissism could give the actual Narcissus a run for his money.
Which is where the ambiguity kicks in. Oh, he’s a manipulative shady guy that acts like he should be selling cars, but there’s a good person underneath the surface of snake oil. He does what he does best because he genuinely believes it’s for the best. He may abuse power a little to get it, but when you’re going up against villains the size of Mount Rushmore, you need all the power you can get. Max truly does care about his friends, and more than once directly thinks that he’s a better person for knowing them. The old JLI team is something of a nakama made of rejects, and nobody heads it off better than Max. He’s almost always calm in the face of zany schemes, but he’s not as above it all as he seems. He has a good sense of humor underneath it all, slightly derpy and bizarre but one that takes the team’s various faults in stride. He’s a brilliant businessman, but he makes a better boss any day.
Things weren’t always this way. He used to be much more amoral and ruthless. In fact, he used to be much more like a villain. He still ponders over how ruthless he used to be, and whether he could have gone through with half the things he plotted. He’ll never know for sure. To this day, he struggles with having an actual conscience and being a good person. He’s come a long way since his introduction, and while he’s still not as good as good can be, he’s gotten increasingly better over time. Redemption’s not for everyone. Max is trying to earn it. He’s driven and determined, even at the worst of times, and refuses to weep and gnash his teeth over bad situations. Sometimes he can be bought, and sometimes he can be sold, but sometimes he can be a hero.
Max likes to be in control of things. All the time. And his ego lets him think he has the skill to do it. Oh, his days of being controlled by other things are long over, but sometimes his ambition gets the best of him. And, when stress points are reached, this control issue can really come back to bite everyone else. He does still struggle with his conscience, and he has to actively try to be a good person for the sake of his friends. True, it’s been a long time since he was at his worst, at least in this point in continuity. But there’s still a part of him that can be convinced that he’s the only one who really knows how to save the world.
But at this point in canon, Max gets by with a little help from his friends. Even if they’re robots. Especially if they’re robots.
POWER:
In the Superbuddies era, Max is a cyborg and has no superpowers beyond the standard metal skeleton and lacking of heart. In fact, he continues to smoke cigars like a chimney, and punches about as well as a ten year old kid. Even with the assumed enhanced strength.
So, I’m giving him his Mind Manipulation powers back. But! Not to the gamebreaking status that it’s currently at in canon. He can’t use it for very long, and not without a killer headache and a not too pleasant nosebleed. He also can’t use it to mind wipe an entire planet, or at least not without seriously painful consequences, and Max likes breathing. It’s more often used as a kind of...push, a little suggestion here or there. His most common usage of it in canon is to persuade people to join the league when they refuse. It also doesn’t seem to last very long before someone puts two and two together and sees it equals Max. In addition, it’s been a very, very long time since he had these powers in the first place, so his first instinct isn’t going to be to use them.
And, of course, OOCly, I’ll have a big shiny permissions post for it’s usage.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
Work’s so much easier when you have someone else to do it for you. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers. Which works out well for me, because I’m not much of a beggar myself. Never could get panhandling down. Or the proper uniform.
But you’re not here for that, are you? We all have places to be that aren’t in front of computer screens. Well. Most of us do. I know I do.
What you need is protection. No, I’m not talking about the cops, they do a fine enough job in a fine enough city like this one. But protection for your property. An insurance policy, if you’d like to call it that. I certainly would. Not against storms, or wind, or fire, or any of those things any average policy would cover.
No. What you need is a super policy. For all the damage that gets done whenever there’s damage to be done. When a supervillain hijacks a rocket launcher in Times Square, we’ll cover that. When a robot destroys your apartment in Queens using heat vision, we’ll cover that. When your motorcycle turns sentient and crashes itself into a bus, we’ll cover that. When a shapeshifter pretends to be you and gets you fired from work, we’ll cover that. When a hero gets hypnotized into being evil and assaults an office building, we’ll cover that (from a safe distance away). When a computer system gets soda spilled on it and goes down, we’ll...well, you’re on your own there. But at least we’ll see what can be done about the soda.
Supersurance! For where other insurance companies dare not tread!
Interested? Call 1-800-HERO-GET and we’ll get to work right away.
That is, once I have some employees.
You want in on this, don’t you? So what are you waiting for! Submit your resumes here, people! I Want You! Let’s Make a Deal! Go For The Gold! Some Other Cliched Saying!
Please.
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
Max should have seen this one coming. Gotten someone with a crystal ball, or maybe a golden blackberry, to plot out all the ways and means he could possibly be screwed over. And, if he were the kind of person who could do something wrong, which he isn’t, he’d admit that maybe, maybe he was in over his head. What with Manga Khan showing up with a laser light show and G’nort, well, being G’nort, and the entire team missing less than twenty-four hours after launching, it’d throw anyone off their game. Anyone who isn’t him, anyway.
Okay. Maybe, possibly, in a way that totally wasn’t his fault...it might be his fault. It’s been a long time since the glory days. And in that time, maybe he’s started thinking of himself as bulletproof. He’s got his reasons. A laundry list of them, stored in the back of his head. The biggest one was the metal skeleton. He’s heartless. Literally. There’s blood in him, or maybe it was oil now, and he could smoke all the cigars he wanted to because he’ll never get cancer from it. He’s more machine than man, and he hates it. Hates it, as much as a man without a heart is capable of it. He hates, hates, hates letting the machine win, letting his actions be controlled by the push of a button or the mark of programming where his brain should be.
He should be better than that. But there’s an offer on the table. A friend for his humanity. Okay. L-Ron’s not a friend. Just another machine, really. If Max were the kind of person to list his friends, L-Ron would probably make it on there as some kind of technicality. But his brain is whirring now, weighing options, and if he forgets that he’s supposed to be breathing, he chalks it up to the decisions he’s wading between and not the lack of lungs.
To be human again. To be flesh and blood and not metal and whirring gears. To have a heart that beats and bones that break. And all he had to do was pay a price. A small price, in the grand scheme of things. An equivalent exchange, or something that boils this deal down into business and nothing personal, nothing close to human. The only thing standing between him and toasting a deal done well with Manga Khan is a little voice in the back of his head.
Max hates that little voice. It sounds like a bell, and nothing like the one that closes Wall Street. It shouldn’t be anything to stop him, but it is. Some people call it a conscience, but Max doesn’t count as a person anymore, so he doesn’t. But it turns a business deal into something personal, turns something simple into a battleground. All it says, really, is that there *is* something in between him and a profit. His brain fills in the gaps, and calls that thing a soul. Which is a stupid thing to stop him. But maybe if he put it another way, twists the words around, it would mean humanity. And maybe, maybe he doesn’t have to be human to have it.
He does have to have friends, though.
Of course, then he hears a series of p’tungs and other onomatopoeia, and Max knows the deal’s been shelved to clean up robot parts outside. Which is good, because then he can pretend that he wasn’t about to reject a perfectly reasonable offer over something as small as his humanity.
Max was always very good at pretending.
FINAL NOTES ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
The better part of my personality section is taken from my application for DDD. The relevant part can be found here!