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systemwide2015-07-11 11:02 am
hoodornament) wrote in systemwide2015-07-11 11:02 am
Entry tags:
+1 Raggedy Man
Max Rockatansky
▼ CALL SIGN
N/A
▼ GENDER
MALE
▼ STATUS (ORIGIN)
UNPLUGGED (MAD MAX: FURY ROAD)
▼ CREW/S
NONE
▼ DESIGNATION
MECHANIC
ANOM
1
MART
3
PROJ
2
TECH 3 WILD 1
TECH 3 WILD 1
Max Rockatansky is a man of many regrets. In his Matrix these were simple enough to manage: the persistent inability to reconcile himself with the brutal, violent deaths of nearly anyone he's ever cared about only ever drove him mad. Here in Zion, things have become more complicated. The constant struggle for mere survival that had characterized the world he knew has given way to enough leisure as to allow for moralistic dilemmas, problems which cannot be solved via normal methods: shoot it, or drive away.
The scant months Max has spent in the city may not have been sufficient as to allow him to come to terms with his decision to leave the Matrix, but all the same, he has slowly begun to integrate himself — more or less — into his neighborhood, establishing himself with a modest trade as a rather clever, skilled mechanic, noted in particular for his ability to work with limited resources and for his ability to improvise, remnants of his life before extraction. Still, the nagging questions remain, and the longer they pursue him, pressing up against other old wounds, the less he is able to convince himself that he can permit himself to remain uninvolved.
Still, for the time being Max is a reserved man, economical with his words as with any other resource available to him. It, along with a learned mistrust, gives him the impression of being somewhat uncomfortable in his own skin — which, of course, he now is, though to a lesser degree than he is simply uncomfortable with circumstances at large. Still, it would be far from inapt to say that he wants to run from himself as much as his growing complacency: it's all he's done for most of his life. Now there's no wasteland that's viable to wander and no set of wheels to speed him on his way, he's having to reprioritize — though in many ways he has it easier than most. He's already lived a life at the end of one world.
The scant months Max has spent in the city may not have been sufficient as to allow him to come to terms with his decision to leave the Matrix, but all the same, he has slowly begun to integrate himself — more or less — into his neighborhood, establishing himself with a modest trade as a rather clever, skilled mechanic, noted in particular for his ability to work with limited resources and for his ability to improvise, remnants of his life before extraction. Still, the nagging questions remain, and the longer they pursue him, pressing up against other old wounds, the less he is able to convince himself that he can permit himself to remain uninvolved.
Still, for the time being Max is a reserved man, economical with his words as with any other resource available to him. It, along with a learned mistrust, gives him the impression of being somewhat uncomfortable in his own skin — which, of course, he now is, though to a lesser degree than he is simply uncomfortable with circumstances at large. Still, it would be far from inapt to say that he wants to run from himself as much as his growing complacency: it's all he's done for most of his life. Now there's no wasteland that's viable to wander and no set of wheels to speed him on his way, he's having to reprioritize — though in many ways he has it easier than most. He's already lived a life at the end of one world.
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