┌────────────┐see i was in handcuffsfull name: maxwell wolfhart
nickname: max or wolf
gender: cis male (he/him)
age: seventeen
sexuality: bisexual no one stood by my side └────────────┘ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------no one to help me prove my charge was a lie
max spent a lot of his younger years travelling from house to house, just him and his mom. they didn't have much money or a
very stable lifestyle as his mother couldn't hold a job due to mental illness. this made max grow up a little standoffish and slow
to get close to people. however, once he was old enough to get a job he started working for a local corner shop to help take the
workload off his mom. the extra money meant they were able to stay in their new home and that lead to max finally getting into
a friendship group. the more time max spent with his friends, the more open and relaxed he got, although his priorities were
always to take care of his mother, who's condition continued to get worse over the years. little did he know, max hanging out with
his group of friends, although not their faults, would be the thing that lead to his eventual downfall. although he still cared about
them all individually, this has lead to putting distance between max and the group and he now feels as if he can't trust them. He
separated himself from others and bottled up all emotions he had from discovering the body and being forced to leave his sick
mother and hard worked-for home behind to run from the cops. this weighed down on his shoulder constantly, and his health
suffered because of it. maxwell suffers from insomnia, which is only made worse by the sleeping in the back of the car and sleazy
motel rooms
well, some prosecutor screams "i'm a terrible guy"
that i am guilty and i deserve twenty-five to life.