Name: Maxine Jones<br/>Age: Thirteen<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Race: Human<br/>Prey<br/>Vore/Sexual Preferences: F/F, M/F, Herm/F, Cboy/F, oral, unbirth, anal (clean), full tour (clean), BV, CV, maybe some others if ran by me.<br/><br/>Description: Max is half African-american and half Caucasian, those she has mocha colored skin, with light brown milk chocolate like hair, cut incredibly short, shaved along the sides of her head with her bangs falling over her face. But with bright blue eyes. Despite being a female due to her mannerism, style of dress, and athletic body type no one can really tell her gender. She is a major tomboy, and often wears cargo pants and loose fitting shirts. She's physically fit as well and because she goes by the name Max, more often then not she was been confused for a boy, and doesn't correct it unless addressed not really caring. Despite her age Max is very well versed in survival, her parents having taught her all the basics through many camping trips, she's calm, collected, and cool headed rarely to panic. Her downfall is that she thinks she's already mature enough to take care of herself, hating to be looked down on because of her age, or sometimes gender. Another reason she goes along with being a boy. So doesn't always take help when its needed.<br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/>Wet...that was the first word that popped into her mind, next was sandy, wet and sandy strange thing to think about but as a wave pushed and pulled her small body further along the waves it would start to clear, a groan broke through her dry lips, her eyes blurry but slowly starting to open. "Ugh", she sighed thus bringing her to her next thoughts. Pain. Hissing from the headache that made her entire body shake, a hand flew up to her head, while idly trying to crawl across the sand away from the could water. Heavy gasps of air and coughing making her chest pound, her other hand grasping it so as to calm her beating heart. "What...", she started but coughed again. "Happened?", was all she could say, clothes drenched, boring her usual cargo pants and an army green shirt that even though it stuck to her body it didn't reveal any feminine figure, given she was still in the early stages of development. Slowly she was adjusting the pain not as strong and enabling to breath easier. "Where...the hell am I?"