Maximus

Friend of Valet

"I've known Valet for... a decade? Has it already been a decade? Lord, how time flies.

I'm not quite sure what he's doing or where he is after our revolution, but I pray he's found peace for himself. The man was always the shut-in type so maybe he's off studying at some library somewhere, but with luck perhaps he'd managed to find his lost fiancé... Alas, with his corpsey demeanor, I have a feeling that wouldn't go incredibly well..."

NAME

Valet

"Not his real name, as you may expect. Just another thing imposed onto him by Brodeur."

AGE

"Thirty-five? Already? Good lord how the time flies... It was only twelve years ago he washed up on the shore."

PRONOUNS

He/Him

"I've seen him shriek like a lady before, and by God, it was the comical thing I've ever seen."

ALLEGIANCE

Paradigm Agency

"Said already I have little idea of where he is. All he mentioned before we parted ways was finding his fiancée."

APPEARANCE

“On first impression, he is grotesque, something from those books of Poe or Shelley he fancies so much.

A skeletal frame taught with watery skin and an elongated spine that is prone to surprising grace, I always saw him sweeping down the hallways; his chin lifted high enough to brush the ceiling... Imbécile.

Ahem, to continue...On many occasions, I’ve confused him for a gnarled tree poised in the shadows, or a creature that slithered from the swamp down the mountain path; yet, in his routine of rushing back and forth with whichever task he was given, he most resembled a doctor harrowing towards his dying patient. How dusting off a bottle of dandelion wine for Monsieur could be as perilous as a tuberculosis case is beyond me.”

"He's a bit scary, isn't he, Papa?

"What? No, not at all. When I first met him, he could barely manage an argument."

Height

7'4

Build

Skeletal & Elegant

Traits

Octopus tentacle hair, empty eye sockets