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    ✦ maverick legend-stark | "mav" | masculine [he/him]
    ✦ 16 months | created nov. 9th, 2016
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    ✦ former bandit [sHP] of boneclan
    ✦ riverclan
    — warrior of riverclan

    ✦ WINGED WOLFDOG [MAIN] | HEALTH: 90%
    maverick is a tall and muscled wolfdog that is physically strong. his pelt is a mix of white, gray, and brown with black facial markings. he has hazel colored eyes. he also smells like fresh pine needles. maverick's most beloved features are his large, white wings. he wears the dog tags of his late father.
    — INJURIES minor bruising and scratches

    ✦ ( ENFP / SLYTHERDOR / SANGUINE / CHAOTIC GOOD )
    — CHARMER | SOCIABLE | LOYAL | INTELLIGENT | FLIRTATIOUS | FUN
    — RECKLESS | LISTENS TO GUT INSTINCT | TROUBLEMAKER
    maverick is first and foremost a charmer. he knows how to start a conversation and be friendly around everyone, though his cockiness and recklessness may co[i]me off as annoying to some. he is flirtatious around those he's attracted to. maverick is also loyal to his clan, but he often listens to his gut instinct and will defy an order if he feels he should. beside from the negative traits, he is intelligent and has quick wits.[/i]

    ✦ PRIMALSURGE X NPC
    — adopted by none
    — related to the legend, stark, haddock, resurgam, starke, harbringer, sixx, and muzikant families
    ✦ best friend(s): n/a
    ✦ single | heterosexual heteroromantic | [ 0 ] "maybe" crushes
    — ½ of shiphere
    ✦ outgoing and flirtatious
    — trusts n/a
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    ✦ PHYSICALLY/MENTALLY MEDIUM | @ ACCOUNT / ATTACK IN BOLD
    — mentoring none
    ✦ WILL START FIGHTS IF NEEDED | NO MAIM/KILL/CAPTURE
    — wings/flight, telepathy, lightning elementals, fire elementals
    ✦ HARMLESS ACTIONS ARE ALLOWED

    FULL RELATIONS:

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    MAVERICK L.S. — boneclan — winged wolfdog — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The last time he had been here, there had been white snow powdering the rooftops. Now, the snow was pretty much all melted and revealing the stony walls of the fortress. A sense of nostalgia swept over the wolfdog as he circled the area. The lake, where he had fell in trying to impress Reyna, was no longer frozen. The snowy treetops where he used to navigate were green and abundant. It was home, yet it was different. Maybe Reyna was no longer sick. Maybe she was leader again. There was a chance that things would be the same again, and that's what made Maverick come back.


    The wolfdog could be seen circling the fortress. He was, well, reckless, so he didn't consider the possibility that he wouldn't be recognized. He assumed that he would be greeted like an old friend. Maverick descended from the skies and landed right in the middle of the main camp, shaking out his tan colored pelt. He perked his ears and glanced around, eager to find someone that was familiar to him.

    Ayyy everybody
    It's ya girl Beatles


    I was wondering on where to put this guy? He has spent his life in BoneClan but now I'm looking for a dual-membership for him! It's gotta be in an allying clan and I'd prefer if the clan was medium paced or anywhere slower than that.


    I'm also taking the communities into mind. I'd love for the OOC community to be nice, or course, but I'd like a place where he could stand out, maybe?? Maverick is reckless, flirtatious, daring, and cocky.


    * I'm already in RiverClan, BlizzardClan, and Deathstroke's Farm

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    I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZONE — riverclan — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The aviator circled the tropical paradise, his hazel colored eyes focused on the bright trees and the turquoise waves crashing onto the sandy shores. His large, white wings were outstretched, slicing the cool air like a knife. He remained up high, the tufts of the clouds tugging at his tan-mixed fur. The the ocean, the palms, the sand... it was all unfamiliar to him. He had lived in the snow-laden mountains for most of his life; BoneClan was his home. But now, it didn't feel like home to him. He didn't know anyone there. Everyone was gone. Maverick had always been loyal to his friends and family, and the clan came second. If his loved ones were gone, then what was he loyal to?


    Maverick knew a lot of BoneClanners, but he just missed Reyna. He had begun to fall for the leader, but she had gotten sick. She died, and after that, he had gone to live on his own. He had gotten over his state of mourning for the most part, but he knew that the other clan was no longer his home. He needed a fresh start.


    The wolfdog descended from the skies, his expression focused on the task at hand. He had to land safely on the sand, which should be no problem at all. He had prided himself on being the best flyer out there, and you'd better believe he was. Maverick had been born with these wings and had been flying ever since he was a pup. Nice and easy... Maverick told himself as he glided onto the shores of RiverClan. Little did he know that he was in the territory and not outside of the borders. Oh well. He had never been here before, so how would he know where the borders were.

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    I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZONE — riverclan — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]// TAPIII
    two characters in the same clan? let's do this *cracks knuckles*


    Maverick folded his white wings and made sure that none of his feathers were ruffled. He wanted to look presentable, didn't he? And not to mention handsome. He glanced up, hearing a feminine voice. So, he was on RiverClan territory. It was good to know that he wasn't being attacked. His gaze flickered to Sylmae as she made her appearance as well; hey, she had wings too! Smiling, Maverick would respond, "Hey, ladies." He lifted his head and began, "The name's Maverick. I was wondering if I could join your ranks."

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    I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZONE — riverclan — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Maverick let a charming smile tug at his lips. This was good so far. No problems. He was getting a fresh new start, and nothing was going to hold him back. Once the serval offered him help, he would say, "Well, Kate, how about your company? If you're free, that is." Aaaaand that was Maverick. He was a pretty cocky son of a bitch, and he didn't regret anything about it. Of course, he didn't know that she was dating anyone, but he had only offered to hang out with Kate and nothing more... right?


    He turned to Emilia, another dog. She seemed older than him, but she was pretty nonetheless. "Thank you, miss. It's a pleasure." Well, wasn't this Maverick's dream? He was surrounded by females. Were there even any guys here? He would've appreciated a buddy to do, well, guy stuff with, but this was fine as well.

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    I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZONE — riverclan — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Hi there! I'm Beatles and I roleplay Titan here as well, but I've brought Mav here too! Please feel free to suggest anything not mentioned c: He is closed to death, maim, and litters.


    For more information on the basics and his personality, click the tags above!

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    I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZONE — riverclan — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Maverick quirked a brow in amusement. This wouldn't be the first time his charming words had been rejected, but it's not as if he were trying to hit on her. "Hey, now. I wasn't asking for that kind of company." However, that would've been nice. He wondered who this Kate girl was dating. "But whatever floats your boat." Well, if he was coming off that strong then he was doing something wrong... or something right.


    Maverick turned to the winged female, his hazel eyes brightening. Hey, at least she was willing to hang out with him. "I'd be glad to." He grinned. "Oh, I never got your name." He raised his brows. Perhaps this could be the start of his first friendship in RiverClan.

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    I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZONE — riverclan — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Maverick didn't know of recent events, so he didn't know who Ashbringer, Jackdaw, or any of the BloodClanners. He had been living in BoneClan for a portion of his life, and they were obviously a bit detached from the other clans as of late. Maybe now he could get a new perspective on things.


    Since he didn't know this girl, he would automatically assume that she was "fair game". So, the winged wolfdog would come up beside Kate and say, "Welcome back then, miss. Do you remember your way around the territory? I'm pretty new myself; I've been looking for a tour guide, I guess you could say." Hopefully he could convince her. She seemed like a nice girl, and a pretty one at that.

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    I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZONE — riverclan — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]// sorta low muse atm


    Maverick let out a low growl as these two fuckers cast a darkness over the territory and caused destruction. He slightly extended his wings, feeling the urge to fly up to that owl and snatch her right out of the sky. He would stand his ground, though, and snarl, "What do you want?"