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Maverick flashed both Alicia and Eddie a grateful smile. He then asked the kinder of the two boys, Eddie, "Do you play Quidditch?" Quidditch was always a good icebreaker in Maverick's experience.

"Sounds like all those medicinal advertisements on T.V," the boy replied over his shoulder as he walked into the room.

"Yeah, this'll be my second year playing chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team," he said proudly, remembering his first and impressive season. Maverick was unquestionably one of the best players on his team, and his efforts helped Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup in his second year.

// I'll respond later today. Can't right now.

Maverick was busy ungraciously stuffing his face full of food at the Gryffindor table to notice much of anything. He inhaled everything that appeared in front of him, especially the delicious treacle tart. "I'm in heaven," the boy thought to himself, a blissful look on his face.

Maverick rolled up the sleeves of his University of Georgia workout shirt and stepped into the Fear Room. He had a determined look on his face, though he was quite nervous internally. "What do I have to be afraid of, I'm the world's strongest man," Maverick muttered to himself, waiting for whatever is to come next.

Maverick was pacing around the room, his hand twitching at an irregular pace. "I don't believe she's the warden, but I'll promise you one thing. I'm going to rip her apart, limb from limb," he said manically. The boy's eyes had a blood red tint to it which signaled something dangerous.

Maverick suddenly struck out at the wall, shattering it to shards and pieces. "What are we waiting for? I'm tired of standing here doing nothing. Let's go get this b*tch," he yelled angrily.

Maverick's hand darted out and wrapped around Morté's throat; his eyes blazed with blind rage. He slammed the woman against the wall and growled, "How do I know you're not the Warden? This could all be some trick of yours. I have no reason to trust you or anyone here!" The boy was speaking nonsense in his fit of rage, but he was extremely dangerous during this point.

Maverick looked down at her hand and chuckled before violently throwing her across the room. "Nice try," he growled. "I'll find and deal with her myself," the boy said over his shoulder as he walked through the hole he had made earlier.

Maverick was leaving a path of destruction behind him; walls were broken, items were shattered, guards were gravely injured. He was no doubt on an unstoppable rampage. "I'm coming for you Warden," he screamed, searching room after room and crushing barrier after barrier.

[b]// Who is the Warden anyways?

Maverick looked up from his food with a somewhat angry look on his face and turned to the first year. "Oh, hi, yeah, I'm in my third year," he replied wiping crumbs off of his face. The boy took a swig of his pumpkin juice and asked, "I'm Maverick, what's your name?"

Name: Maverick John Walker
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Appearance: Physically, Maverick is around 6'4" and weighs 160 pounds of pure muscle. He's not as buff as a body builder; the boy is lean and robust. Maverick is quite proud of his physique. His tanned complexion compliments his sculpted figure nicely. Everything about him is defined, sharp, and angular. Maverick resembles a handsome, marble statue. He has dark brown, shoulder-length hair and dark brown, soft shaped eyebrows. A light scruff goes along his jawline and upper lip. He has a trail of hair leading downwards from his belly button. Maverick's eyes are a shade of blue similar to Mediterranean ocean water which go nicely with his white, sparkling teeth.
Personality: Extremely stubborn, Maverick is a hotheaded and arrogant person. He's strong willed and very determined to succeed at whatever he may be going. Maverick is exceedingly loyal and caring about his close friends, and would do anything to protect them. He can be pretty funny and mischievous at times. The boy loves pizza, puppies, superheroes, video games, et cetera. He enjoys exercising, running, mixed martial arts, and above all, eating. Maverick is also secretly gay.
Godly Parentage: Apollo
Background: His mother, Nikki, was a Indie singer from California who caught Apollo's eye at a concert one night. The two fell in love, Nikki got pregnant, and gave birth to little Maverick. Nikki sadly died during childbirth, and Apollo then put Maverick in an orphanage in New York. The God of Poetry watched over Maverick for years, keeping him safe and such. When Maverick turned twelve, Apollo sent a satyr to deliverer him to camp. Here, Maverick was claimed, trained, and nominated cabin counselor by age fifteen. He's been on a few quests, all of which he succeeded in.
Abilities/Skills: Maverick is the best archer at Camp Half Blood; he is a child of Apollo after all. He's well trained in hand to hand combat, sword fighting, monster fighting, and dish washing using lava. Also, Maverick is skilled in biokinesis (healing) and photokinesis (light manipulation). He is the first and only child of Apollo to have the ability of photokinesis.
Preferred Weapon: His bow and arrow, which comes complete with an endless supply of arrows. Maverick can conceal this weapon as a small tattoo on his inner wrist. When touched, his bow will appear. To hide it, he just touches his bow to his wrist, which makes it a tattoo again.

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The boy's breath was ragged and shallow as he paused do take cover behind a crumbling obsidian wall. He looked over his shoulder to get a better view of his attacker who just so happened to be the Minotaur. "So we meet again, just my luck," Maverick muttered angrily as he pulled a lethal dagger out of his boot. The boy closed his eyes and summoned an impossibly bright flash of light, blinding his enemy. Maverick turned and threw his knife straight at the Minotaur's head. It impaled the beast but didn't kill him, which caused the boy to throw his other blade. This one pierced the half man half bull's heart, finishing the job. Maverick strolled over to the sand pile and collected his knives, a proud grin on his face.

His imprisonment had happened in the blink of an eye, he didn't know what hit him. Maverick's first reaction was to jump out of his skin when he heard the monster growl. "What the bloody hell is that, where am I, what happened," the boy yelled anxiously, backing up to a corner of his cell. "And I'm not a creep! I may be stubborn but I'm no creep."

The boy frowned and said, [b]"That's just great. I'm trapped in Hades's prison with a monster activist and a bloody T–Rex. My day's off to a great start."

"Interestingly enough, I'm down here looking for a monster trainer. I've heard that the best of the best resides here in the Underworld," the boy replied, looking around at his cell.

"Then it appears you're the droid, I mean monster trainer I'm looking for. Sorry, I'm a Star Wars buff," he said hastily, grinning.