Maverick Oceanus

Offical Form Unavalible

Looks: Maverick stands at 6'5 with a basketball player's physique. He has handome, angular features and bright green eyes.  Maverick is very pale like most redheads with a flurry of freckles on his nose and shoulders. His most noticable feature (and favorite) is his long curly dark red hair that is generally bundled into a pony tail. 

INTERVIEW:

I have had a lot of bad things happen to me in my life, my sadistic career trainer who went into hysterics anytime anyone seemed to be having a hard time with his exercise, or having a disturbed sister who tortures small animals in your basement for kicks- but nothing quite prepared me for the moment my stylist stood back and smiled saying, "Vol la! You a fish boy!"

My jaw dropped in sheer horror as he swung the mirror around to face me. A demonic looking mermaid/fish thing looked back at me. My bright curly red hair stuck out in all directions, rubber fish were entangled in the mass of hair. I my chest was bare except for some sea weed that had clumsily been glued here and there. The fins were so awful I refuse to even describe them, just picture the worst, most feminine fins you possibly can and times it by twenty. The worst part though was that I glittered. My eyes bulged at the monstrosity before me, why the heck would you decide to make me look hideous- which was very hard to do, might I add.

"You like?" He leaned against the chair I was in, checking his nails vainly. "Coarse you like. It just something I whip up at the last minute. You know I talented like that." He flashed a smile my way. Now in every games, I've noticed, there's always one stylist that is totally defective and had no artistic vision whatsoever, I am hundred percent sure I wound up with that stylist.

"I no like!" I exploded, mimicking his accent that was odd even for a Capital person. "I look like a fricktard! I am not wearing this massacre on stage!" I glared at him, daring for him to argue with me. He raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers.

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Peacekeepers could be very convincing, quite surprisingly. About ten minutes later I trudged into line with the other tributes, beginning the wait for my interview. Everyone tried to avoid looking at me, turning their heads as I walked past.

Lyric turned to me and smiled sarcastically.. "Nice outfit, Maverick, I especially love the glitter, it brings out your eyes." She needled, pursing her lips to keep from laughing.

"Lyric. If you laugh, I will kill you." I threatened, dead serious. Now I'm generally a pretty nice guy, but this interview outfit had put me in a really bad mood.

Lyric raised an eyebrow, "Good luck with that."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Please. We all know you are a fluffy teddy bear on the inside."

Her jaw dropped and her eyebrows raised. "If you-" She was cut off by the interviews beginning, she hesitated before settling for; "Shut up Maverick, I want to watch the interviews." She turned to the screen where the district one beauty was mounting the stage.

"Shut up, Maverick, I want to watch the interviews." I mimicked in a high girly voice. I crossed my arms over my chest and observed the screen as well. One by one the interviews ended until finally it was my interviews turn to begin.

Can I just take this moment to say that it is very embarrassing to walk onto a public stage looking like a genetically mutated mermaid? Even I, who radiated sheer awesomeness, had a hard time doing it. After looking out into the though, I felt a lot better. Some of the things those people wore... man.

Anyway so I walk onto the stage and sit down across from the very pretty Gamemaker, Mayla. She had soft looking brown hair and clear blue eyes, she was young too, she didn't look that much older than me. She must be smart to of gotten this rank so soon. I wondered if she went for younger guys. I stopped, having to remind myself that I wasn't my normally attractive self. No female in her right mind goes for rainbow-fish men who look as if they've been electrocuted.

Mayla raised her eyebrows, "Well you seem to be adjusting well to the capital, doesnt he folks?" The crowd cheered happily and I straightened my back. Maybe this costume (as vomitously terrible it was) had its benefits. "Tell us, what is your favorite part so far?"

"Well I really like the training facility here, it has a lot more weaponry options then district fours career academy." I paused thinking longingly of the weapon I had played with for four hours the other day. "As much as I love the nunchucks I think I will stick with my bow and trident for the games. I have more experience with them.

Mayla nodded, "Yes, probably a wise choice. If you win though you can use the nunchucks whenever you want." She winked and I wasted no time in winking right back. "You mentioned district four, what is it that you miss most about it?" She frowned sympathetically at me.

I didn't even have to think about that question, "The oceans of coarse. The capital is nice and all, but it lacks the...." I searched for a pretty word. Girls liked it when guys used pretty words. "...serene beauty of the oceans." I smiled very proud of my vocabulary usage.

"Not only a fighter, but a poet! Girls I think we've got a winner here." She winked at the crowd and I heard more than a few females scream. Man, I should never underestimate the sheer power of my fabulousness, even looking like a kindergarten science project gone terribly wrong I had women falling for me.

"Now...." She paused and eyed me seriously. Oh my gosh was she going to ask me out? "We all know you are a strong capable tribute, but who would you say is the biggest threat in the arena this year?" No. Darn it! She must be playing hard to get or something.

"Well you just kind of answered your own question. I am the biggest threat in the arena, I mean duh! Look at me. Let me tell you Capital dwellers, you'd better get used to seeing this face." The crowd cheered and I stood up and bowed which made them roar louder.

"Well you just kind of answered your own question. I am the biggest threat in the arena, I mean duh! Look at me. Let me tell you Capital dwellers, you'd better get used to seeing this face." The crowd cheered and I stood up and bowed which made them roar louder.

Mayla laughed, "Well if you're the big fish in the arena this year, who would you say is the weakest link?" She leaned forward her big blue eyes locking on mine.

"Well I mean that is kind of a hard question." I said, thinking. The crowd was very silent as they waited for me to answer. I briefly debated saying it was Lyric and calling her a teddy bear on live TV. She would probably try to kill me. I laughed in my head, imagining the murderous expression that would cross her face. Yeah that probably wasn't such a great idea, it would totally destroy the career alliance. "Ummm... I guess the eight female.... Callie? Is probably the weakest. As sad as it is, the small pudgy ones are always the first to go." I shrugged.

Mayla looked mournful even though she was the one correlating this all, "I know it is sad, however it is mandatory to keep the balance in our nation. Now I must know, which tribute sticks out the most?" She cocked her head to one side, man, for a hardened killer she was cute.

This question unlike the other questions was not hard, "You mean besides me in this fish suit?" I asked and a roar of laughter rumbled through the crowd, "The one that sticks out to me the most is Amethyst. I talked to her during training, she seems nice." And hot, I added in my head. One thing that I have learned about women over the years is that you never mention another women around another one- not if you valued your sanity.

"Ok last question, what are district four's chances of winning this year?" Mayla asked raising an eyebrow questioningly.

I put a hand on her shoulder, "Darling, I don't even think thats a question, with me representing not even a freak meteor shower could prevent me from winning."

Mayla stood up and flashed me mischievous grin, "You'd be surprised at what can happen in the arena." She turned to the crowd and yelled, "Lets hear it for Maverick Oceanus!" The cheers were deafening and I bowed losing myself in the applause.

I exited the stage smugly, I had aced the interview dressed like a mermaid/fish man. I was now a well liked tribute and a heartthrob- I mean seriously, beat that.