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Max

Dr. Maximillian David Vanderbach (a.k.a. Doc)

School of Transmutation Wizard. Familiar: Sir Reginald V.

Relationships

Blythe

Friend (Important)

Towards Max

5
3

Frank


Max

Friend (Important)

Towards Blythe

5
3

Frank


History

They met when their familiars, Arrow and Sir Reginald, had a bird stand-off. Blythe screamed "outsider" in Abyssal and Max hid behind a door and insulted her hair. She broke down the door with her staff and dislocated his shoulder.

Nicknames & Petnames

Max, Doc

Commonalities & Shared Interests

Mystra, magic(k), flying

Shared Secrets

"Really? I got excommunicated from my coven for two murders I didn't commit and spent six years in exile until I found out my father is of Ossan descent, so I joined a circus troupe and THAT'S why I'm here. You studied your whole life JUST to come here?" She glances over her shoulder at Max.   ”No, as far as my magical abilities. It’s a constant learning process. I left my old life to chase a goal of mine. Seeing the world beyond the library was a bonus,” he replies. There’s a slight pause. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”  


  She looks at her staff and her mouth tightens into a thin line. "Sometimes people can cross your boundaries when you're vulnerable." She touches her staff. "And sometimes that leaves scars people can't see. And it's hard..." She grips the staff.   "...it's hard to let down your defenses. So when you find someone who makes you feel safe they are worth holding onto." She lets go of her staff, letting her fingers trail off of it as she does. "I met someone like that in Camptown. Kheleron is like that. He held me, too. I liked it a lot. He feels safe. You feel safe too."   She draws Max into a long, gentle hug. "You have a good heart."  
  "When I was little, my grandmother would teach the young witches how to make poultices, just like this one." She begins to mix the poultice to a froth. "We would bring the poultices home to our mothers for them to try. If the poultices worked, they would praise us and give us flower crowns. If they broke out in warts, they would chase us with a besom through the village and beat us, yelling, 'Do you want your mother to look like a hag??' But my mother was too busy teaching advanced potion making to make me flower crowns. She was never too busy to beat me, though."

Current Location
Species
Year of Birth
1875 CO 23 Years old
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Hazel
Hair
Auburn
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
5'10"

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