Tes Wrote:Name: Max Ingouf
Age: 19
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Bio: Being just human didn't really work out for Max. Hardly anyone in his high school was like him and with all the self proclaimed pure bloods kicking down, it was no surprise that he got a lot of shit for it. So much so that he started to believe all the insults they threw at him, hardly even trying to defend himself as scared as he was of the consequences. It didn't help, that he didn't really grow much taller till after his 18th birthday. So to everyone, himself included, Max was a weakling.
Going off to college, he hoped that age would at least somewhat alleviate the mobbing, but he also knew that he got accepted for a big one. His grades had always been great, but he was still surprised when he got the letter, knowing all too well what kind of crowd went there. Even so, during his one year break without the constant fear of who or what might be waiting for him around the corner he felt a change, even if talking to pretty much anyone was still a quite uncomfortable situation to him. He started weight training with his dad, who was a bit surprised by how much his scrawny son could actually lift with his practically non existent muscles, and filled out a bit, if not much. His mom was also glad to see him so active but they also shared some confusion, caused by a few sudden outburst of anger from Max, slamming the dinner table and then storming off to his room on a couple occasions. They didn't pay it much attention and laughed it off. Meanwhile Max noticed that this rage always seemed to boil over when he got...pent up, which is why he began storming off to his room when it happened. It didn't really make much sense to him but he had it under control, for now.
From the outside, it seemed like just another day, but as you sat there in class, you were struggling. Your outbursts at home had been growing more frequent, and while your parents were simply passing it off as a late 'rebellious phase,' you couldn't shake the feeling that the changes that seemed to be going on inside of you were something different. At the front of the room, your teacher, was once again proving her technological ineptitude as she struggled to get the projector working. Her clothing was relatively conservative, it simply couldn't hide the bounty that was her ass. Your senses seemed to sharpen as you stared, but you also became aware of every other male in class and their shared interest in her fine curves. You were already struggling to hold yourself back, but if something didn't break soon, you might just boil over right here in class.