Bio

Max won’t say, and most don’t press, but it’s obvious Max used to be a soldier and a pretty good one at that. The big question is whose army. Everyone speculates behind his back, but not to his face, at least not more than once. Though usually friendly and cheerful, Max’s mood quickly sours when talk turns to his life before fighting for Walgold.

Those fists have made Walgold a richer dwarf, and for good reason. Max wins his fights. In his early days, he ended the fights too quickly, all that military training. Under Walgold’s influence, Max has learned to draw out the fights and give the crowds a spectacle. Max fights in the pits either with his drusus, cesti, or bare fists depending on the agreed upon rules. It doesn’t really matter to him. In the beginning he sometimes fought with armor, but now he fights only with a buckler, and often doesn’t even use it. Rival managers won’t agree to fights if Max wears armor even though their fighters do. Yeah, he’s that good.

People don’t really know why Max sticks with Walgold. There are other managers who would gladly give Max a better deal, nicer digs, hotter babes, more time between fights. He’s obviously troubled. After fights, he’ll go binge drinking and like as not give a free show. Walgold does his best to keep Max locked up during his binges, but the huge man sometimes breaks free. Usually he can be subdued before doing serious harm. Usually… maybe that’s why he sticks with Walgold. Walgold knows how to do damage control.

Max has a tattoo on his left forearm. It is a white skull with a flowering plant growing out of it. Green stalks weave from the inside out with orange orchids on their ends. Some text appears below the graphic, but it is highly stylized and difficult to read without a close look. Max normally keeps the tattoo covered. Max is pretty superstitious, but religion is confusing to him. When he gets a chance, he buys holy symbols. Right now, the symbols of Tyr and Tempus dangle on leather thongs from his neck.