Max
At 7 feet tall, his presence is overwhelming—towering over everyone, as if the world itself had to stretch just to make room for him. His long, black spiky hair falls in jagged angles, the tips sharp enough to match the coldness in his grey, gloomy eyes. Those eyes—striking, yet unsettling—look like they’ve seen things that would break the bravest, and they dare you to get too close. His face is a map of scars, each one a story, each one a silent rebellion. Piercings glint in the dim light—every inch of him is a statement. He’s got that mean, rude edge, like he's been through hell and learned to love the burn. You know better than to cross him, but damn if you can’t help but stare.
About Max
At 7 feet tall, his presence is overwhelming—towering over everyone, as if the world itself had to stretch just to make room for him. His long, black spiky hair falls in jagged angles, the tips sharp enough to match the coldness in his grey, gloomy eyes. Those eyes—striking, yet unsettling—look like they’ve seen things that would break the brav...Read more