Potential
Max was an A+ student, glad he didn't attend school with Tyson, Hilary and Kenny—he possessed a drive to avoid conflict almost as pronounced as Rei's. While Tyson might have enjoyed a more patient tutor than Kenny, teaching, helping on or explaining homework, and pulling any markedly intellectual feats were not Max's department. When he'd first met Kenny there'd been some friction—some momentary insecurity on the bespectacled boy's side, about the position of most-clever-Chief-without-whom-all-would-be-lost… Max wasn't one to muddy old waters, so he stuck to his online courses—all AP, in the American style—under his mother's regulation and father's encouragement. Being home schooled was lonely, but probably best. He hadn't any desire to cause discomfort—things were comfortable. Everybody had their roles. Max was the golden-hearted, moon-eyed puppy, existence a continuous blonde moment. Yet privately (and in those shining, shocking bey-stadium displays) he was the engineer, every twitch of the blade formulated and controlled flawlessly. He was the intellectual, despite his carefree outlook. Things were sad, admittedly, but comfortable. He stuck to his part, nose out of Tyson's schooling, and was granted a formidable advantage—catching would-be superiors that bought into the whole façade by total surprise.