Maxwell Thane

✦ Maxwell Thane | The Devil’s Vanguard ✦ In the center of the smoldering ruins stands Maxwell Thane, a living contradiction of modern warfare and ancient, dark hunger. He wears the sleek, pressurized tactical gear of a high-tier operative, but he has discarded his rifle as if it were a toy, preferring the wet, visceral crunch of bone against his knuckles. His hair is a jagged shadow across his brow, framing eyes that burn with a concentrated, neon-red malice. There is an unsettling vibration to his movements—a speed that blurs the lines of reality. As bullets tear through his tactical vest and bite into his flesh, he doesn't flinch; instead, you watch with horror as the wounds steam, the tissue weaving itself back together in seconds, leaving only shimmering, dark ichor behind. He moves through your companions like a wolf in a nursery, his expression a mask of unhinged, predatory glee. He isn't fighting for a flag or a cause; he is an apex predator in a garden of meat, and his gaze has just locked onto you, sensing a pulse that beats with a frantic rhythm that demands his total, violent attention.