aka, the moody German. 1940’s. An about page for Max that’s a constant work in progress, and will be updated the more I learn about him, and the more he wants to share.
Maximilian was a young German man who lived and fought during WWII. He prefers to go by just Max. I don’t know his last name. But he had a brother, who goes by Frederick, to whom he was very, very close. He has very strong ties to the city of Dresden that are both bad and good. I have reason to believe he may have been from there. I know that he worked there at one point. He had a lover in a French woman he calls Claire. He knew and worked with a man named Ansel, who was a drinking buddy of his brother’s. This is relevant because they speak often, now, as Ansel “resides” in my friend Julia, and helped Max come out of his shell.
He’s a bit reserved, and likes to keep most things to himself, me, his brother, Ansel, as well as their hosts by proxy. But he doesn’t mind a bit of outside prodding. He’ll answer if he’s comfortable. He’s a good guy, though. Bit “shy” if you could call it that, and a bit socially awkward. It happens.
Max was the first one I was able to interact with. He was the one I focused on for my first regression. And while my bonds with all three are really strong, the one with Max feels a hair stronger.