Max Dupree

Name: Max Dupree

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Age: 33

Birthday: January 26th

Occupation: Contract Killer

Appearance: Max is, as he's been in every life since he was an angel, exceptionally beautiful, with jet black hair, striking blue eyes, and pale skin. While his features have changed, over the lives he's lived, there's always been something recognizable about the sharper cut of his nose, and his wide, round eyes. He strikes one more as a cartoonish British villain than a hardened contract killer, with perfect posture and often soft, careful movements, which bely his years and instincts in combat training and calloused hands.

Personality: Max seems like the perfect gentleman, very polite, thoughtful, and even sweet when the occasion calls for it, but he compartmentalizes extremely well, making him cold and dispassionate, even remorselessly ruthless when he's on a job. By nature, he is also stubborn, at times self-righteous, and a very self-serious person, but tends to be generous with mistakes and nurturing towards those he's decided to take under his metaphorical wing. He's smart as a whip, and though he doesn't feel anything about the people he murders for hire, he's a whiz at preventing collateral damage and will not touch children or pregnant ladies.

Bio: Max has always known he was a little different. Throughout his life, he'd gotten flashes of memories he knew weren't from this life, things he gradually realized weren't normal. Heck, he'd sworn up and down to his parents that he'd seen the face of God Himself, fought on the side of God and died in the first great war with Satan. But all this served in accomplishing was alienating his peers and his family, and by the time his parents died when he was 12, he was almost completely alone in the world. He was then sent to live with his aged grandmother, who he felt more like a parent to than a grandchild.

When he was 15, his grandmother was diagnosed with dementia, and he filed for emancipation and guardianship of his grandmother, but was denied due to not having a sufficient source of funds. Since his grandmother was still mentally sound, her guardianship was deferred until later, but would go to a specially trained attorney. So Max pushed himself to study for the GED, so he could join the military as quickly as possible after dropping out of high school at age 16. He did so, and was emancipated by joining the military quite soon before his 17th birthday. He sent whatever little money he could accrue home to her for the next two years, until his grandmother's death. With nothing in particular else to live for, he decided to get trained as a sniper, since he'd been an archer or hunter in most of his previous lives, and after serving for a few more years, retired from the service. With nothing in his resume but his military training, and no sense of purpose in civilian life, he started a menial job as a cashier just to pay the bills. It was hard to feel much of a sense of purpose after having fought the originator of all evil and living life after normal human life.

Less than a year into the job, in a strange twist of luck, he bumped into and stopped a man planning to kill someone, and found out the man's daughter was raped and committed suicide and the potential victim had gotten off scot-free. The man seemed determined to kill the rapist, so Max offered to do it instead, for a small fee, and from then on went from a word-of-mouth vigilante for hire, to freelance contract killer finding clients on the darknet. Due to his variety of killing methods, and the way he moved from place to place, it took some time for him to get on the FBI's radar, and even then he knew they didn't have a description to go with the action.

There was an FBI agent who was quite persistent and managed to track him to an approximate location. Somewhat curious, he pretended to bump into her and realized she was familiar to him. She'd been an angel on the side of Satan. They'd killed each other in their first life, and somehow in every life had found themselves in opposition through sheer chance. He knew she had a hunch from then on that he was the guy she was chasing, but he also knew she had nothing on him. Since he had no personal agenda against her in this life, he met with her a few more times, through a mixture of coincidence, curiosity, and her own persistence, and one night, they got drunk together, though he doesn't remember much about that night.