Description: Name: Maximillian LeCompt
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 200 lbs.
Hair color: Black, ear-length and curly
Eye color: Dark brown
Body type: Broad-shouldered and muscular
Skin type: Tan, with rough hands and facial hair.
Distinguishing features: Unnaturally strong, and his nose is crooked, as if it's been broken.

Often seen wearing: A nice blouse and jeans

Rarely seen wearing: Nothing at all.

Personality: Max is, upon first impression, a gentleman. He's the kind of guy who will hold doors open for a woman, leave his hand at the small of her back, and walk with her on the non-street-side of the sidewalk. He's handsome, smooth with his speech, and always ready with his compliments. Even when angry, he has calm, calculated control of his emotions, and will be careful to hide his true feelings from friends, family, and victims.

This mask of geniality is merely a facade, however. Max is a womanizer of the worst kind. When he allows his chivalrous attitude to fall away, it reveals the arrogant, possessive man beneath. He lusts after women, and has never committed to a single relationship for more than a few weeks. He is self-absorbed, obssessed with his appearance, and never satisfied with anything in life. He is anxious, quick to try new things, and very easily bored.

He exhibits violent tendencies, but only towards the victims he chooses. While he is highly dangerous, he is also very smart. He knows who to talk to, how long to wait in order to initiate plans, and what to plan in the first place.

History: Born to a family of wealth, Max was exposed to a father who took frequent lovers regardless of his marriage that he treated as a mere contract for monetary purposes. As Max aged, he allowed himself to experience the same kind of frivolity, both with money and with women. This was a feeding habit that would eventually supply his insatiable lust for materialistic things.

The first woman he killed was by accident, but Max discovered a horrible fascination with the way the lights left her eyes as she died. So he took on another lover, and killed her too. A couple mounted to a dozen, and then more, until he had no idea how to keep track of his victims anymore. So he began to tattoo his victims with serial numbers. It was the idea of ownership, something he could possess.

His eye fell on one Cody Evanstar, a sixteen-year-old college prodigy who refused his advances at first. But after a persistent couple of months, he got her to open up and accept him into her life.

He trapped her.

She escaped.

He pursues.

• Journeymen: The Seventh Star