~Max's Favorite Poem~          

It only hurts a little while
It only hurts a bit
To prick your finger on the noose
And soon your mind is coming loose
And oh the joy, the sweet embrace
A devil's mind will take its place

~Max's Favorite Saying~

An idle mind is the devil's playground
I've come to swing.


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       In the beginning there was Max

At least in the beginning of her story, there was Max.  It wasn't the beginning of every story.  It wasn't even an auspicious beginning to Max.

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            * Childhood *
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Do devils have a childhood?  Do they toddle on little feet? Do they make their way through awkward puberty? Max might have, but if she did, she didn't remember. She didn't have parents to her recollection.  Max did have a mentor.

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           * Education *
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Tickitytock.  The clock is ticking, Max.  She knew at the end there was a punishment.  Finish the puzzle, Max.  Hurry.  The clock is ticking, Max.  Write it again, Max.  Write it perfectly.  Follow the rules little one.  The law in the hells is immutable. You may be immortal, but I can make your immortality more excrutiating than the throes of death, Max.  Tickitytock. Watch the clock.  Watch the clock. It wasn't a human clock. It was a timer, and its silence meant punishment if the task was not done. This is how she was taught things by her mentor.  He was ruthless, cunning, and above all, sadistic.  To put it bluntly, Max has been through hell.

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           *Appearance*
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Why, devilish of course!  She looked devilish.  From the top of her horned head to the tip of her spaded tail.  Max was lovely.  Voluptuous. Curved.  Buxom. Her movements were serpentine.  Swish. Swish. Swish. Her tail moved back and forth with the sway of her hips.  Wide hips. Slender legs.  Shapely little devil.  But ohhhhh between those thighs.  No, not some sweat-laden cock.  That wasn't her surprise.  She had all that would make a woman feminine.  But Max had, just behind the usual moist slit, something new.  An extra, superfluous hole right before you got to her ass.  It was tight like her secret star, but it was damp and inviting  Max had a vaganus.  

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       *The Vaganus*
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What in the nines is a vaganus?  Most people asked that question.  The answer was simple.  Or not so simple.  It was a superfluous third hole that was useful neither for procreation nor for excrement.  It was tight and ringed with muscles that Max could control at will.  It got wet when aroused, and stayed tight and dormant when it was not.  The hole had no real purpose to it, but of course, many could find a purpose to such a thing. To Max it was just another hole to keep clean.  As if the two weren't enough.

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       *Sexuality*
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Max likes men and women and shemales and herms alike.  It is not the outward appearance that will draw her to someone.  She likes what she likes when she likes it.  This doesn't mean she's always in the mood for specific genders, though.  She has a distinct preference for men. Max is not always in the mood for sex, and she's cerainly not going to go for it on the first day unless there's something extraordinarily clever about you. While she is not monogamous, she does pick favorites.  


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            *Lights*
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Reds ~ Childlike characters.  Please do not approach me.

To Everyone: Do not ask for things in tells.  If you do not rp to earn something, you do not get it.

Other ~ While I'm happy to indulge in most rp, I would like to clarify that Max is not me.  She has likes and dislikes just like anyone.  

I couldn't tell you waht they are because it depends on the mood.  Whether she is submissive or dominant would depend on the person she's interacting with.  

            THE END
      But not the end of Max
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