Name: Maxwell Tracker
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Origin: Maxwell found himself in a dead end life, a job he hated, friends he could barely stand, nobody who wanted what he wanted. His only hobby was deep sea fishing, a place to be alone, mostly, and just enjoy the ocean. On one such fishing expedition he found himself sitting on the deck fishing as always, when the seas turned upon them. The ship he was on lasted only fifteen minutes as the waves began to swell before it capsized. Fighting as he could finally he came to the surface, the ship he was on was gone lost to the waves, not even debris rose around him from the ship. All that was in his vision was a island, he could see what appeared to be a resort on it, with a sigh he swam to shore, at least he wouldn't die in the ocean.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Physical Description: Fit and lean from his diet of mostly fish. As well as an aggressive workout regiment.
Other Details: His life was empty because he knew he could never live as he wanted, simply taking what he wanted. Toying with people for his pleasure, his dark thoughts made him unlikable by his coworkers and a rare person to get a second date.
Sexual Orientation: Straight, but anyone willing to submit somewhat is always fun.
Turn ons: submission, corruption of the pure into his pets, any dark fantasy a person would need to repress is what drives him wild.
Penis Length: six inches
Breast Size: /
Sensitivity: Besides the normal, licking his skin most anywhere, although the small of his back is quite ticklish.
Abilities/Powers: None, he is a normal human, although he will seek to change that here.
Skills: Well versed in fishing, swiming, and general exercise. He is also a chemical engineer, as such chemistry, physics, and general problem solving.