Maxwell Taylor (Max)

[Kelly]

Name:
Maxwell Taylor, Max

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Age:
23

Origin:
Natural Conception

Allegiance:
Neutral

Description:
Max is average in every which way, except maybe intelligence. He stands just at 5'10 and is perfectly filled out for that height. His limbs are neither too long nor too short for his body, but whether you consider that perfection or average is up to you. Oddly enough, Max's fingers are slightly long, a fact that makes his piano playing all the more easy. His skin is the pale side of normal, but tans quickly in the high sun months of summer, only to fade back when the winter rolls around. Freckles pepper the bridge of his nose, cheeks, and arms lightly, from years of exposure to California's sun.

Because he doesn't trust sharp things by his head, Max's hair looks like it's always in need of a trim. Not that it's long, per say, it's just sort of shaggy, with random curls here and there. He's been told it makes him look like a lost puppy, not that he minds. The dominant color is brown, with lighter streaks of sun bleached brown and red that are visible in strong, natural lighting. His face is rather angular, with a sharp jaw and high cheekbones. Even his ears look rather pointed. Max's eyes are centered neatly on his face, one a rich green with gold flecks, the other a paler green, looking almost clouded. He's partially blind in that eye, a result of the fire.

One thing about Max is that he is “acutely polite”, and has been told this on numerous occasions. It doesn't bother him, but back in California, being so polite was often a quick way of being judge. And being judged meant being beat. Like most nerdy kids his age, Max suffered through some pretty horrible beatings and people. In retrospect, he guesses it made him stronger, if anything. After all, he's still horribly polite and wasn't affected by the bullies of his past. They went away when college started, after all.

Max was always one of the smart kids. His grades were always way above par, normally the best in the class, not that he let it get to his head. Max just really enjoyed learning, which was good, as he had no taste for sports and had to set his mind to something other than the piano. His intelligence lies mostly in the sciences, though he does express an interest in Renaissance history and literature. One of his classes is completely dedicated to the study of the Renaissance, after all. The rest of his classes are directed toward psychology, chemistry and biology, as well as teaching, because Max would like nothing more than to become a teacher.

As he left most of his friends back in California, the only person Max feels he can trust now is Cell, who, really, isn't a person. But sometimes even he forgets that, as it's difficult to imagine a machine of all things expressing emotions as clearly as a human would. The fact that Cell seems to prefer holoform mode doesn't help either. Regardless, Max owes his life to the Cybertronian several times over, and is determined to find a way to pay it back, like, say, getting Cell's memories back. It's the real reason he decided to attend a finishing school in Detroit, Cell could be around other Cybertronians and perhaps learn something about his past.

Past:
Max was born into a middle class family in northern California. Like any other young boy, his parents enrolled him in various activities, wanting to find the one that stuck with him for the rest of his life. Unlike many young boys, Max didn't take a liking to sports or scouts, but did find deep comfort in the piano at his friend's house. His grandparents purchased one for his fifth birthday, and since then he has been a huge enthusiast in piano and classical music. He's quite talented at it, too, but his modesty would never let him admit that.

From a young age he was taught to be polite and kind by his grandmother. While this would benefit him in the long run, for most of his school life Max was mocked and taunted for his 'hoity toity' way of speaking and inability to stand up for himself. With the help of his family and piano, though, the boy overcame the insecurities whipped into him by the bullies, and focused on nothing but his education and piano.

When college rolled around, Max picked a fairly new one, wanting to stay close to home, despite his parents' urging to go to a college that would better his education. He didn't listen (for once), and, despite the occurrences that happened because of his decision, Max is glad he didn't.

It was an average night with his study group, all of them gathered in an apartment, running over notes from the recent lecture on Renaissance paint types. One of the guys in the group offered to go grab some soda, and the rest of the group took advantage of this time to run back to their dorms and grab some more study material. Max was left behind to watch the dorm, not that he minded. He just kept reading through the notes, unaware of the smoke that crept through the vents. Max never really suffered from his Asthma, but just a few days ago he had a harsh attack, so the creeping smoke was killer for his lungs, and he fell unconscious quickly.

The next thing he remembered was waking up forcefully, having slipped off the chair he had been sitting up. The room was alight with fire, and thick, black smoke swirled in the air above. He could just barely hear the sounds of firetrucks and ambulances, and, to his horror, the sounds seemed to be getting farther away. With what air he could muster, Max yelled, something he rarely did, before succumbing to a fit of coughs that left his chest aching and head throbbing. He fell back unconscious just as he felt someone pick him up- had the firefighters heard him?

When he came to, he was in a pristine hospital room, hooked up to all sorts of machines and monitors. Well, at least he survived. He spent the next few days in the hospital and left with the diagnoses that his Asthma had increased severely, so he would need to carry around a fast acting inhaler, as well as take medicine and visit the doctor regularly. After that he resumed his life as a college student, returning to his classes to find that no one had died in the fire, and all of his friends we safe.

That was when he noticed the car following him. It was a police car, so, for a moment, he wondered if it was protocol for police to follow around people who had been in accidents, just as a precaution. But when the car never left to do other police things and the cop who drove it never showed up to drive the car, Max felt a little strange. One day, a rare day when the cop was actually present, he confronted the man. Surprisingly enough, Max wasn't shocked to hear that the “cop” was really a robot. He had heard plenty about ones in other places of the world, but never did he think he'd meet one, let alone have it proclaim itself his “personal protector”. That was silly, he wasn't special, he didn't need a robot to watch him.

Max told the robot this, and walked off, not paying attention to the out of control truck barreling down the road. The next thing he knew, the robot was standing over him, holding on to the truck so it stopped moving, saving both Max and the driver's life.

He accepted the robot then, shocked to hear that the robot couldn't remember anything, not even his name. Together they chose “Cell”, for whatever fitting reasons, and went on living relatively normal lives. Well, as normal as lives could get if you were a robot from another planet or the human he had sworn to protect. It took a while for Cell to approve of Max's friends and college, but, when he did, Max could study freely once more, while Cell assumed a position as a “crime fighter” of sorts.

Recently, Max has become rather obsessed with solving Cell's memory problem. To remedy this, he chose to attend a finisher up in Detroit, where all the other robots seemed to be. Cell could surely learn from them, and perhaps get back his memory. He's only been living in the city for a few days at best, and has yet to see other robots, but that hasn't deterred Max yet, nor has it bothered Cell, he hopes.

Other:

• Plays the piano
  
• Has severe Asthma
  
• Partially blind in one eye
  
• Wants to become a teacher

I am a Decepticon.

[Fallout]

Ooh. I like him already.

California peoples FTW~

Accepted. :3