Name: Maxwell "Max" Furlong

Nick/Code/Callsign: Maxout

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Species: Kat... more or less

Description: Courtesy an abberant gene or two he inherited from his father, T-Bone, due to the elder SWAT Kat's being bitten by Viper's mutant creature in the "Mutation City" fiasco, Max is a mutant. He was born with a body that actually produces both Katalyst X-63 and Viper Mutagen 368... and a few reptilian/amphibian genes. Two hours after birth, Max was transformed from a normal kitten into a frog-footed, lizard-tailed feline freak of nature. Max is a creature suited for all elements: air, land, and water. He has gills and is capable of breathing in salt or fresh water. Salt water burns his gills rather unpleasantly, but the Viper Mutagen 368 in Max's bloodstream repairs such minor damage before it can become more than an annoyance. Max's hands are webbed and his feet are decidedly frog-like, though clawed like any kat's. As to air travel Max can "grow" wings. They form from a gelatinous material that Max can secrete from the skin cells of his back. With the help of Jake Clawson, his "uncle", a teenage Max learned how to shape the gelatin into aerodynamic wings and how to control them.

At sixteen Max was already his full height and weight. Merely inheriting T-Bone's build would have made him large by nature, his mutation makes him huge. Max towers over most kats at roughly a full eight feet tall. At his slimmest, his perpetual state as he has an insanely high metabolism, Max weighs somewhere over three hundred pounds.

His "normal" features are a mop of scruffy red-brown hair, one thatch of which forever hangs in his eyes. The remainder of his unruly hair is usually tied in a short ponytail that hangs down his back. His face immediately marks him as his father's son. He has T-Bone's facial features in spades. His fur, however is darker than his father's - more of an orange-yellow color - as are his stripes, which start on his face, travel down his arms, legs, and even faintly mark his lizard-like tail.


Abilities: Well, there's the wings for one. Then, his tail, which is fully prehensile. In fact, Max is in the habit of employing it as third arm. His mutant bloodstream also has its own "talents." With Viper Mutagen 368 saturating every cell of his being, Max can regenerate himself like any of Viper's mutants. Though he's a bit slower about it. His bones will knit completely in a half hour, smaller cuts close at a speed that resembles time lapse photography. Severed limbs will regrow instantly, but the act drains Max's strength and leaves him weak as the proverbial kitten, likely unconscious as well, until he can rest and eat to restore the proteins and whatnot his body just expended. However, Max can easily be wounded beyond his body's ability to heal itself. Serious wounds could take several hours of rest to heal, and a multitude of wounds could take days... though his healing would be far faster than that of any normal kat. And, of course, like any mortal creature, Max will die from any blow that kills instantly or even quickly. His abilities are remarkable, but they need time.

Further, Max can assume "normal" form thanks to a spell of his aunt's. Albeit, it's only a disguise. He *looks* normal, but his bloodstream is as mutant as can be and any mutant traits his aunt failed to note - like his gills - still exist in his normal form. Further, anything that excites him will return Max to the mutant form. He can just as easily, though the process is not quick either way, reassume his natural shape.

Vehicles: The only vehicle to Max's name is a Volkswagen New Bug that fits his normal frame well enough, but is quite unsuitable for his mutant form. As his mutant form is unsuitable for public appearances, this arrangement works well enough. He is allowed to use the Cyclotrons on occasion and one of the Turbo Kats on even rarer occasions with "parental supervision"... and the understanding that he will be scrubbing the hangar with a toothbrush for the rest of his nine lives if he so much as nicks the paint job.

Weapons: Weapons? The thought has honestly never occurred to Max. He has nothing against them; it's simply that when you've lived a rather sheltered life it doesn't occur. Well, that and, when you're an eight foot tall mutant, they're not often needed.

Characteristics: Max, who had best not be called "Maxwell" or "Maxie" if you wish to remain in his good graces, exudes a typical demeanor of the classic hyperactive, hunger-driven teen. He does not understand the word "walk." His method of motion is best described as a bound. He lacks any semblence of grace and is just barely house-broken.

Max usually manages to maintain his cheerful, even-tempered disposition. This is, in fact, his natural disposition. His rather unusual looks, and the personal disgust he has nurtured because of them, however, tends to bring out his moodier side. He's still battling his own inner demons... His own tendency to despise himself for the freak he sees every time he looks in the mirror.

Occupation: Currently, none. Finally, able to assume a "normal" appearance, Max has found that the future he had planned for himself as strictly a SWAT Kat isn't quite what he wants now. Though he's not sure what he does want....

Relations: Son of Chance Furlong from an alternate universe (see History). Twin brother to Carrie Furlong. Brother to Mike and Jessie.

History: In his own time/world, Max's life was worse than dull. He grew up sheltered within his family's home, learning about the outside world via television and the artificially intelligent computer that served as his teacher/babysitter while his parents worked and his sister was at school. Seventeen years ago, he was pulled into the RPG world by an accident with Crash's dimensional portal generator.

Max arrived an eight foot tall mutant feline in an ill-fitting flight suit. Accepted under the explanation that he was a SWAT Kat from the future, he met the band of kats who would come to be friends and family. For over a week after his arrival, Max sulked around the yard withdrawn and moody. At last, prodded by Kami, he confronted Chance and told him the truth - he was his son. Chance was understandably floored.

The truth unveiled at last, Chance at last whole-heartedly agreed to care for this most unusual new addition. Max moved in and, with the aid of a spell of his "Aunt Kat's," was given the ability to assume "normal" form.

For two years, Max lived in the world of the RPG. Then, he found a way home and took it, disappearing as it seemed less painful to leave his "other family" that way. He was only in own universe for two months before a rupture in time and space flung him back to the world of the RPG... 17 years after he left.

Now, he's readjusting to life all over again. And, coping with the fact that, if not for him, his brother Mike would still be normal.