To call Max a defeatist would be an understatement, from the time he was little boy he had such a fear of failure he never tried. He would run from anything competitive, never try so he could never lose. He merely drifted through life and somehow made all the way to high school, a senior now who recently celebrated his 18th birthday. He did his utmost to not stand out so he wouldn’t be called out, and his body almost seemed to yield to his will as even in appearance he was utterly forgettable its impossible to describe his perfectly average body with no outstanding feature what so ever. Blank faced and clad in bland attire he could be seen walking to school most mornings, walking because he feared even the driving test.
There is but one attribute of Max’s that sets him apart, his curse. Its hard to say if his defeatism was the cause or the effect of the curse because its unknown even to him what came first. He just knows its there, fearing it as one fears death as some unknown force that will eventually come for him, maybe seen coming from a distance or maybe it will just stab him from behind suddenly. For Max’s secret curse is a potent one, for should he ever lose to someone at something, he will take on their form. So far he’s managed to avoid ever needing to face someone in competition but his age of apathy is coming to an end today.