Max dresses and acts like the dapper don he thinks he is, or wishes he could be. 5' 9" and with a hint of a wispy mustache, his looks elicit neither swoons nor grimaces.  He would pass mosly unnoticed but for his mischievous grin and habit of playing enormously funny (to him) jokes and pranks.

Maximilian Berbatov is the youngest of 7 sons born to a moderately unsuccessful farmer and his wife.  After his mother died, Max's (everyone calls him that) father slowly drifted into despair and drink, eventually selling the farm and taking odd jobs to survive.

Due to his family circumstances, Max spent a lot of time on his own, pilfering small objects to sell for food, running around with other directionless youth, playing tricks, and later, hanging about in local taverns.  Due to his exceptional hand-eye coordination, Max is an ace at darts and loves to play for money or drinks.

Unfortunately for Max, his father ran short of funds and sold Max as an indentured servant to an ancient magician. He performed menial tasks for years until his natural talents manifested themselves and he was taken on as an apprentice. Magic was never his first love (although he did enjoy the scholarly side of things and even wrote a treatise on darts entitled "Ruminations on the Physical Characteristics of Spinning Objects in Flight"). Eventually he spent more time hanging around with the shadier sort of characters in taverns until one day he was enlisted on a delicate mission involving the theft of a large statue and he never went back to magical studies.

Max spends and gambles his money freely, though he has a tendency to put his foot where his mouth is, or rub people the wrong way.  His prized possession is a custom set of (non-weapon) throwing darts that has won him more money gambling than he has adventuring.