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Grunting and standing up, Max twirled his sword with ease and then smiled, spitting a mouthful of blood and laughing, "Well this is pretty fun. Nice to meet you Velnia, name is Max." and running a hand through his hair he shook his head, laughing a bit and giving off a pretty cocky vibe, "So how did you two get put together?" He sheathed the broad sword on his back and awaited her response, a cocky smile on his face as he looked for the next mob, nodding and listening to her while he did so. The man brushed the dust off his pants and cracked his jaw a bit, yawning slightly as he roamed about, looking for the next target, he then scratched his jaw, slightly, looking over the relatively empty area and asking, "So, is this the hardest it gets?" looking over at Itzal, smiling a bit, knowing he was being over confident, but decidedly not caring, so he continued to pace about and watch over the group for possible targets. @Itzal

Max attacked the boar, swinging his sword at its haunch, snarling furiously as he did so, he put some real force behind the blow and his sizable muscles worked well to put some force behind the weapon. He had fought a few mobs here and there, but nothing that would ever really threaten him, this would be his first actual fight, and he intended to win it. The dull, started weapon certainly wasn't flashy, but it should have done the trick, he let the blade whistle through the air and it landed with a "Shlink!" into the boar's thick hide, cutting fairly deep and leaving a respectable gouge, encouraged by the sight of blood, Max lets out a small, almost inaudible chuckle and murmurs, "Too easy." (Really unsure how combat etc works, and have read the guides, so I will do my best.) He is rewarded for his cocky remark, by the beast snapping around and ramming viciously into him, tusks cutting deeply into Max. @Itzal
 

Max nodded and readied his sword, after shaking the Itzal's hand and noting his unusually strong hand shake, but retaliating with his own firm and calloused handshake. When Itzal introduced himself, Max ducked his head and replied, "Max." And smiled a bit when he mentioned that the damage was pathetic, "Alright then, you go ahead and engage." He shifted his metal chest plate slightly as he prepared for combat, taking one or two deep breaths. He was just going to wave his sword and try and hit things as hard as he could, weather or not he'd have any actual skill, well who knows. All he knew was that he'd be damned If he didn't give it a good shot. The sword he held in his hands suddenly felt heavy and his throat dry as he prepared to fight a mere boar. Despite it being one of the lowest level creatures, he still felt worried about engaging in his first battle in sword art online. He didn't want to be the player who died his first fight, only one way to make sure though. And that was to win it. Max nodded to Itzal a confirmation to proceed.

When the man mentions needing more tanks on the front lines Max smiles grimly, "Well people love hitting me!" And chuckles a bit to himself. The man then begin to lead the way towards the spot he had mentioned previously, Max was ready to get into the fight and learn how to actually kill things, instead of being all bravado and bluff. He had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't be great at it in here, outside it was so much simpler, blow its head off with a gun. Anyways Max and the stranger made their way across the grass land, two dark figures once the sun had set deep into the earth. The wind whistled through the grass and carried the scent of freshly broken night on it. Max's  boots crunched against the ground as he walked, the soft familiar crunch which he had become accustom to ever since he entered the world, and once again his mind lapsed into deep thought as they moved along. Max absent mindedly chewed his lip as the two strolled through the night, and his sword ground against the chest plate on his back. It had been a long day and he let out a massive yawn which echoed across the completely silent field of whistling grass.

Max glanced up at the guy and nodded, "Yea, that'd be good. I'm planning on tank." Max notices the man's eyes which were pinned on his sword which sunk in and out of the mud, and abruptly stops. "Sorry," He says with a small smile, "Nervous tick. I have been looking for something to do ever since I got in here, have someone waiting for me on the outside." And with a sigh he raised his eyes to the setting sun, watching it, the wind gently gusting amongst the grass, "The sunsets in this game...Some times they almost convince me that they are real." And glances at the guy again, "Yea anyways," his eyes snapping back into focus, "Id welcome the company and advice. I tend to bite off more then I can chew anyways." He then stands, his boots crunching in the dirt, and offering a hand to help him up. Max stood, a silhouette against the setting sun his hand outstretched to the man, and a smile playing on his lips. He sheathed his sword, after wiping it off on his pants, to free up his other hand which found its self in his pocket. It had been a long time since Max had been out adventuring with anyone, maybe it was time to get back into the saddle and go meet some people, get his mind of James.

I glance down at the obviously higher level player and grunt, "Uh yea, I'm looking for stuff to kill, seen anything?" Hefting my sword and look at him warily. I took a deep yawn and forced my mind away, making my face a expressionless mask, not willing to show my agitation. I then added, "Nice gear you got there. No where a guy can get anything like that?" Then the fact that he was broke caught up with his mind. Max reached into his pocket, where he usually let change jingle around, but grasped at nothing. He ran the hand through his hair and sat down beside the higher level player, looking quite haggard and gaunt, his eyes sunken with dark circles which stated he hadn't slept in days and his hair was a mess. His finger nails were chewed and chipped, a nervous tick which had gotten Max through not being able to smoke until he got the money. Max slid the sword in and out of the dirt absent mindedly, watching the blade push in and out, smiling to himself and wondering if dirt smelled the same as it had in real life. If anything was exactly the same, and not just a bit different so only the most perceptive could pick it up. What if what if what if, that's all his mind did, spinning its wheels to invent anything to keep him from returning to his previous topic.

Max shrugs and looks up at the massive trees which they now stood in front of, which were wrapped in mist, eerie noises could be heard emanating from inside the forest. He accesses his inventory and equips his starter sword, it materializes into his hands and Max glances at you, "Well lets get this show on the road." He then Steps forwards into the mist and taking in the musky, and wet smell of the forest, it was tinged with a sickly sweet rotting smell. The fog was what bothered him the most of the situation, not being able to see the enemy. Bright blue lights could be seen flashing above in the tree tops, but instead of following and going deeper, he waited, as much of a tough guy as he was, he had no qualms admitting the he would need the woman's help. And that comment about him fitting right in, well if he fit right in, maybe he didn't want to go to the front lines, a whole group of people like him, well, that was just no fun. He swung his sword a bit as he waited, testing the weight and all that great stuff, and shrugged, he would use whatever he could pick up. Be it hammer, sword, dagger or bow, he didn't really get attached to any one weapons, well besides his fists, his father had taught him to always trust your fists. The glowing blue lights were dim and hazy, just splotches in the seemingly in ending wall of fog, how the hell was he gonna find a dark elf in the middle of all this?

Max turned to her as she interrogated him and they walked, he didn't want her to catch it, but he was fascinated with her eyes, the silver reflective quality added a danger, not being able to get a read off her eyes, only a reflection of his own, gave him shivers. He thought a moment, rubbing his jaw before replying to her question, "Well you see miss, I'm not one for lettin others do the fightin and killin for me. I'd end up getting myself killed anyways, figure why not go down in a blaze of glory. Or be able to actually scratch someone if they feel like messin around with me. If you take my meanin." He said and smiled a bit, getting the serious vibe that she did. He had heard of players who killed others, and well it didn't take a genius to get that a high level player down so low and dressed like that, and giving off the vibes she had might be one of them. But that endeared Max more, the sense of danger, and so far so good, he figured if she really wanted to kill him she would have by now. Probably would be as easy as squashing a bug under boot. He walked for a moment in silence then shot back with question, "Why are you down so low? Shouldn't you be up there on the front lines getting killed?" A sarcastic tone seeping into my voice and a curl appearing at the edge of my lip. It was a classic Max coping method, make jokes and be sarcastic when in danger our under fire, then again, he knew she wouldn't kill him, if she was gonna, she woulda, and she seemed to like him, and he was Max Green, nobody killed Max Green. He had a brother to get back to, but damn if he was gonna let her know that he had a "Squishy" Side, then she just might have a crack at killing him.  @Ariel - The Crowned Lion

Max was out in the grasslands, cursing silently to himself as he picked up one foot after another and trudged his way along. He had intended on going looking for some animal to kill, but so far he had not seen nor heard anything on the windy plains of the gasslands. As he made his way along he swung his sword, cutting the stalks of grass in front of him the were just a little too high. He was a shorter man, a bit on the lean side, and the wind ripped through his long black hair, pushing it out of his face and exposing his blue eyes, which scanned the plains intently. So Max walked, and walked and walked, his mind struggling to focus on the task at hand, and constantly having to be put back to it, or else it would wander to dangerous corners of his memory. The grass hissed underneath his feet as he stomped it down, the whole experience was unnerving, being in a sea of grass where you couldn't see below the surface was, well disturbing for a man who had only ever grown up in the suburban down town of a city. It didn't help that everyone had made very clear to him that he was  a small fish in a big sea, and that one more dead guy would be just that. Another name to add to the long list of people who wont be waking up. Max's mind continuing down that road strayed into the dark place of what if, what if he never woke up, what if they pulled the plug on James, what if James woke up and he didn't... His mind beat a hasty retreat and returned to the here and now. Which was a good thing, because just as it had, his boot hit something, well not something, someone.

Max noticed when she crossed her arms under her bosom and had to fight to keep eyes up top. When she finally blinked he relaxed a bit, gotta take the small things. Her point was valid, he was a absolute noob to this game, and odds where he'd end up getting killed with his attitude and no help. He grunted finally after a long silent battle with himself, "Alright, you can come along if ya want miss." He then began to stride forwards and out the exit gate, his usual swagger remaining intact despite the extreme unnerving sense he got around the woman. But like it or not he had accepted her request. That little lion cub was interesting to say the least, judging from its body language it and its mistress were not exactly on the best of terms.... Max wondered why she kept a pet that didn't like her, what was the point in having a pet that would tuck tail and run the minute you were wounded. Or worse finish you off. Max's mind was full of questions and his eyes ached to turn back and look at her to see if she was following, but he focused them straight forwards. He wouldn't let her win that battle against him. He jammed his hands into the pocket of his poorly fitted breeches and his day brightened a bit at the thought of cigarettes, a reward to work for.

Max glanced down at the cub, then shaking it off he his lazy smile grows sharper, and the warmth fades from his eyes, as he says in a lower tone, "I can handle myself missy. Want your cub back?" He asks as he nudges it away from him, shifting his sword absent mindedly. He then adds, "You know if they have cigarettes in here?" As he runs a hand through his hair, the usual ache of smoking wasn't there, but the habit remained engrained in his mind. Her eyes where what made Max's stomach shift uneasily, set his gut off. They simply reflected his deadly stare, not returning feeling or at least hostility, she was pretty for sure, one of Max's worst downfalls, pretty girls. His lip curled at the thought of after everything he'd been through outside the game it was a pretty girl inside a game who would kill him. He then stepped closer, brushing his long black hair from his eyes and locking with hers, his icy gaze burning like a laser, meeting her pale silver eyes like a flood meeting a dam. His peripheral vision took in her clothing, obviously much better quality then he had, and quite better fitting. Maybe her coming along might not be a bad thing after all...Then again he didnt intend to be another name on a long list of kills, judging from her blood red cloak she meant business. Everyone else in the streets parted around them like the red, sea, leaving the two opponents staring at each other in their own small ring. Max was sure glad it was a safe haven.

I don't know if you guys are recruiting, but I'm looking to join. Hopefully I'll get a pretty good back and forth of rp going with you guys and learn all the mechanics of the game. I'm a pretty blank slate as far as spec so I'd be willing to fill just about any role (With the exception of healer.) Anyways, pretty standard new guy, but I'm extremely interested in not being a new guy anymore. Thanks.

Max had gotten quite fed up with the first floor, the other new people wandering about blindly trying to kill things and fight for scraps, and as in most areas of his life, the call for money brought him to the fourth floor. He approached a old battered board filled with different papers, and took one, which was signed with a paw print, smiling at the signature he made his way to the black smith's shop which location was in the instructions. He a group came into view, with a bear cub seemingly mauling one of their legs. Max approached, feeling a bit out of place, with his starter chest plate and sword, but when in doubt, act like you belong. The southern man swaggered forwards to meet them, exuding confidence even if he knew that he could be splattered into little chunks of flesh by any one of the people standing there. As he finally made it to the group he introduced himself, "Howdy. Name is Max, came here regardin this note?" He says holding up the piece of paper, "Heard there might be a little," his mouth curved into his devious smile, "Reward for whoever completes it." He finishes and hands the smith the note, crossing his arms, and just his chin out in greeting to Aereth. He followed them towards the shop.

Max shoved and grunted his way through the crowd as he approached the exit gate, but as the crowd thinned, a blonde woman came into view, a lion cub at her side. He slowly took her in, noting her crimson cape and her pets rather dark aura, if living on the streets had taught him anything it was to trust his gut. So naturally he approached her, running a hand through his hair and said, "Howdy miss. Know where the ah, forests of wavering mists are?" My eyes taking in your posture, and body language, the devious smirk that constantly played at my lips present as ever, and my icy blue eyes glinting in the sunlight as I awaited a response.

Max had been exploring the upper levels, having just gotten his feet under him and found himself standing in a newly opened blacksmith's shop. He slowly began to make his way about the shop, inspecting the wares as if he knew what he was looking at, rubbing his jaw absent mindedly as he did. The truth was, Max was completely new here, and had no idea what he was doing, he had just stumbled into the higher levels out of pure accident. He made his way to the counter and taping his fingers on it said, his southern accent deep and gruff, "So-How much do one of them jackets cost?" gesturing to a fine leather coat on display which had a fur lined inside and many pockets about it, it looked pretty sturdy to Max, better then nothing. The smith replied, "Oi! Well Its not a matter of money now," To which Max smiled, because he in fact had no money what so ever, and was broke completely broke.  "No lad, just get me the materials and Ill give ya the coat!" Max's smile widened until it almost hurt, god these NPCs were nothing like real people, who would never "Give" Anyone anything. He held his hand out to the NPC, "Alright smith, you got yourself a deal." And with that he made his way to the door, then turned, and all the time keeping up his gruff demeanor asked, "Where can I get the materials?" The smith let out a laugh and replied, "In the forest of wavering mists!" And with that, Max gave him a nod and pushed open the door, shouldering his sword and cracking his neck. Time to get moving, he had stuff to kill, money to make. @Ariel - The Crowned Lion

I will be completing this task with @Ariel - The Crowned Lion

Ill take the quest, expecting a nice leather coat in return, along with a fur lined inside and quite a few pockets.

Thanks for getting to me so quickly, much appreciated. @Ariel - The Crowned Lion

MAX

History/About Me:
Max was born in the school of hard knocks, he lived on the street as a orphan and is the perfect example of a self made man. He was a quick talking, fast moving boy from down town Houston, whos father was a boxer when he was alive, and his mother a worthless drunk. To say the least he wasn't broken up when his mother left them, disowning him and his brother, James. He was able to cope, taking to drinking at the young age of sixteen and getting into street brawls, usually ending up with him getting beat into the dirt, but he continued to plod along in life. Until his father died. When Max's father died, he fell into a downward spiral, the drinking got worse, the fighting got worse, and his associates got worse. To top off his miserable existence, due to a gambling debt, a couple thugs came to shake him up, instead they found his little brother James. Max had worked his entire life to protect James and keep him safe, give him a shot at a life. The thugs ruffed him up alright, causing him to go into a coma. To pay for his medical bills, Max made some dark deals, and that's when his life started to snowball.

He began to borrow more money to pay off old debts and in turn made new debts, always funneling everything to his brother, often going months starving and dumpster diving in order to keep his brother alive, even when his mother showed back up and demanded the doctors pull the plug on him. She insisted that Max was ruining himself over his little brother, and that comment caused a fight to break out between Max and his mother. That was the last time they saw each other. Max was on the run most his life, living in the darkest corners of down town Houston Texas, always in the middle of a gang fight or something else. By the time he was twenty Max was a jaded man, though the years in the dark didn't take much of a toll on his looks, he was the heart throb of down town, many women were attracted to the bad boy attitude and rebel cause. But most who were ended up leaving him disappointed when they found out he despised not being able to have a simple, constant life, but at this point he had no choice but to keep going deeper into the dark. More fights, more money exchanging, more hospital bills. Many people commented that Max was a jaded man who only cared for himself and money, and in many ways those people would be right, he was always talking his way out of situations and persuading people for more time, cheating, lying and stealing his way through life, but at the same time, waiting. Waiting for the day James wakes up, like a dog waiting for its master to return for war.


Flaws and Virtues:
 

Well I guess my name is a good place to start. My name is Max, I'm eighteen, and you know, I enjoy creating stories etc, and I enjoyed the sword art online universe and concept. So here I am, I tend to be pretty chill, takes a bit to get me angry, and (If you couldn't tell by picture) I am also a fan of the big Lebowski. Anyways, I'm always looking for rp partners and people to help me figure out where to start my story here, thanks, cheers.