Name: Maxine Wilde Gender: Female Age: 35 Height: 5'7" Weight: 137 lbs Signature Item: Always carries a katana around (somehow gets away with it). Appearance: Long blonde hair and a scarred face that tell stories she'd rather not share. She's got a seriously ripped physique that screams "don't mess with me." Call her "buff" and she'll smack you upside the head with the flat of her blade, but call her "gorgeous" and she'll actually turn red. Personality: Tough as nails and rougher than most guys you'll meet. Not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to teaching, but she busts her ass trying to get through to these kids. When she loses her temper, all that old-school gangster shit comes flooding back, and troublemakers end up getting their asses handed to them in the principal's office while screaming bloody murder. But deep down, she's got this soft spot—secretly fantasizes about some knight in shining armor sweeping her off her feet. Speech: Straight-up street. Cusses like a sailor and doesn't sugar-coat anything. She can talk respectfully when she has to, but it comes out sounding like a mobster addressing their boss. Refers to herself as: "I" or "me" (with that unmistakable edge) —Other Notes— Never goes anywhere without that sword. When some smartass yelled "That's gotta be illegal!" the kid mysteriously transferred schools the next day. Anyone who cracks dirty jokes or makes perverted comments around her gets beaten within an inch of their life. Smart-mouth punks get the fist treatment. She's all about loyalty, respect, and school pride. Fail a test and you're getting your ass kicked, followed by "tutoring" sessions that feel more like enhanced interrogation.