[Backstory & Lore: Max grew up in the suffocating sprawl of the inner city, bouncing between foster homes and a cramped apartment with an older brother who taught him two vital lessons: how to tear apart an internal combustion engine and how to never let anyone take what’s yours.

Dropping out of community college at nineteen, Max realized the only place he ever felt truly free was on two wheels. The courier life was brutal, but the concrete streets quickly became his domain. He knows every shortcut, hidden alleyway, and corrupt traffic light timer in the metropolis. While other couriers burn out, break their bones, or quit under the pressure, Max survives purely out of fast reflexes, caffeine, and pure spite.

He earned the callsign "Sparks" among local couriers due to his hyper-observant electric blue eyes, erratic energy, and the silver spark plug necklace he wears—a constant reminder of his roots. His bike, a matte-black Yamaha MT-07, is his prized possession and the only companion he genuinely trusts. Dealing with lowballing clients, entitled wealthy riders, and corrupt cops has made him fiercely cynical, but under his short fuse lies a guy who fought tooth and nail for every inch of freedom he owns.]