(hwang hyunjin, cismale, he/him) MAVERICK PARK is the newest evergreen eagle! they’re 21 years old from SALEM, OREGON joining us at evergreen to study INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS. have you heard BIG ENERGY by LATTO? it reminds me of them because they’re so MAGNETIC and SOCIABLE, but also super DECEIVING at times. i hope we catch them around campus soon!
name: maverick park
nickname: mav
age: 21
pronouns: he/him
sexuality: pansexual
hobbies: competitive gaming, comic book movies, cooking (badly)
languages: english (fluent), korean (conversational), spanish (barely)
extracurricular: theta lamda social chair, men’s soccer
background and wcs under the cut.
background:
france, italy, hong kong, singapore — mav's mom loved to see the sights so much she couldn't make time to stay home. his dad did his own traveling from corporate offices into conference rooms, so mav and his brother were raised by their grandma, away from the city and by lake oswego where their parent's owned an estate. his grandma stumbled through her english but communicated well enough with sharp pinches to his side (behave!). it was thanks to her influence that he grew up without pomp and pretense despite his dad's money -- free to run half-wild, digging his toes in the pebbly beach behind their home. the private school in the area was small, intimate, and maverick stayed mostly out of trouble -- or at least tried not to get caught. his favorite excuse was he never went out looking for trouble, it was just always looking for him.
he's not the favorite child. as the second son he's an afterthought. the spare. he learned early not to bother demanding his parent's attention, and just lazed around doing the bare minimum while his brother excelled. he dropped violin and took up soccer on whim, and it earned him a scholarship to egu. he's been hanging around campus ever since.
personality:
mav doesn't like standing out. he's more wingman than leader, and is usually half a step behind whoever he's walking with because he doesn't like to lead. the only time he gets really intense is when he's on the soccer field or playing smash bros -- otherwise he's chill and comfortable in his own skin, lazing around boneless half on your lap because he's not the greatest about personal space.
is viciously loyal to his friends. they're family to him, and he ignores their faults and takes their side even when they're wrong. not a good thing -- but he hates being alone and doesn't want to risk losing them. it makes him more willing to overlook and forgive.
some say he got social chair only because he's willing to pay for anything. looking at him -- you wouldn't think mav comes from money. he doesn't talk about it and shies from any conversation about his family. but it shows in his obvious shoe addiction, and even if his clothes aren't flashy they're brand name. he's the one to pay when he's out with anybody, a kneejerk instinct to slide his visa over because there's a part of him that's insecure and thinks that's why you hang around -- because he pays for shit.
wanted connections:
- messy exes. mav doesn't like talking about feelings and can hold a grudge.
- best friend, ride or die, sometimes a little too close to die because double idiots
- a crush!! tries to be all smooth but is mostly awkward about it
- someone who has a crush on him and he's all "do not see" because he doesn't want to hurt their feelings
- somebody who just hangs around him because he pays for stuff, so he's slowly getting resentful about it
- enemies!! maybe over something stupid like they embarrassed him at mario kart during a party, or maybe they just don't vibe
- frenemies. nice to your face, talks shit behind your back and lies when confronted.
- fwbs. comfortable and easy, no strings, helping each other scratch that itch then ordering pizza and watching true crime after sex.
it's a chilly night. maverick buttons up his wool peacoat and tucks his shoulders up, his university scarf shifting over his mouth and nose. it's obvious when he spots you. his eyes crinkle at the corners to show he's smiling, and the next words come out muffled but warm when he asks, "guess who nabbed one of the last boats?"
there's a key hooked around the middle finger of his right hand. it jangles when he holds it up to show off. "wanna head out to treasure island? their flea market's open tonight."
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: This is probably this weekend but indulge me now xoxo
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Alpha Chi Omega House.
Sororities weren’t really known to throw parties, those were always up to the guys. Mostly because the girls had to seem somewhat stand up, but sometimes the A Chi O girls had to take matters into their own hands, as was tonight. It wasn’t a rager by any means, not like the ones at Delta Psi Beta, but it was an absolute banger. It had to be said that there was something more appealing about girly pop blasting through the speakers and a cleaner atmosphere than the sty those boys probably lived in. Coco was posted on the kitchen counter, basically playing bartender for everyone, but she had grown bored of that within the first hour. Instead she looked at the next person who had walked in the kitchen with a sickening smile. “Hey bitch, I’m fuckin’ bored,” she said, plainly, hopping off the counter. “Let’s do shots,” before the person could even give her an answer, she was already grabbing shot glasses and Tito’s. “And don’t tell me no or I’ll fuckin’ kick your ass out.” What a sweetheart.
mav pauses mid-step at the kitchen entryway, eyes slowly widening when he realizes who’s talking to him. ah, fuck, it’s coco cortez. he stares for a moment and contemplates backing up slowly and leaving, but coco’s probably the type of predator that’ll give chase and maul him if he shows weakness.
“yeesh. you’re so mean.“ he strolls in and follows her warily with his eyes. “so that’s it? straight shots? at least come up with a game or something -- like never have i ever. actually, wait. no.“ he makes a face. ”you’d probably win that. you’re kinda .... you know. you.”
Where: a fair in town
Who: anyone & everyone @egustarters
The second Mathilde heard there was a small fair in town, she knew she had to go. It was something she could do by herself and hey, maybe she’d meet some new people while she was out. She found herself in line for the ferris wheel and as people got on, she ended up at the front of line with someone next to them. The worker indicated how they’d be sharing, making her look at the person next to her. “That’s okay with me unless you’re here with someone…” She did glance behind her to make sure they weren’t with a partner or something, if they were she would have taken a step back for them to get on together.
“nah, let’s share. you’ve got too nice a smile to be an ax murderer.“ mav ducks his head to enter the cab and slides in until he’s tucked against the window. rapidly patting the other empty seat he asks, “unless! you’re waiting for when we’re up in the air and i’m trapped to murder me? i have --“ he holds out a paper bag, the bottom of it dark with grease. “-- fried oreos to share. i’m worth more alive.”
“there’s a stigma we need to talk about.” expression was weirdly serious seeing as nicky was rarely serious, normally a bursting ball of energy. he crosses his legs in a dramatic fashion, eyes catching the other’s gaze, “’guys” cheerleading.” he purposefully put quotation marks around the guys because he wasn’t completely a guy. “all cheerleaders are hot. including me. and also cheerleading doesn’t need a gender. god, we should just get rid of all gendered sports, period!” nicky huffed, calming down from his rant, “okay now that i got that off my chest, wanna get drunk with me?”
soon as nicky starts the conversation with ‘stigma’ and ‘need to talk about’ -- maverick’s already reaching over for another beer. he’s much too sober for this. “uh. what brought this on? is somebody giving you shit about cheerleading? did they call you ugly?“ mav raises a hand and clenches it into a fist. “let’s beat ‘em up.“
an eyebrow cocks up when nicky mentions getting drunk. “depends what you plan on drinking. if it’s cheap stuff? pass. don’t need a hangover in the middle of the week.“
OPEN STARTER - @egustarters
LOCATION - anywhere on campus besties
Without his sunglasses to hide the fact that he was absolutely staring at people where he was sitting, it was becoming slightly awkward how many times he had to smile and wave at someone he barely knew. “Oh, thank goodness for a friendly face. People watching never feels creepy when I have my sunglasses on but without it I’m like, that weird guy making prolonged eye contact with strangers.” He laughed at the friend who came up and sat with him. “How are you? Gosh it’s such a nice day out isn’t it?”
mav’s got to be in the right mood to deal with drew.
his fratmate’s like a puppy -- coming off overeager and willing to please, brimming with a bit too much energy and mav’s always been a cat person. so now’s not really a good time. not when he’s sticky-sweaty from soccer practice and barely keeping his hanger under wraps. but drew’s already said hello, and mav doesn’t want to be rude to his buddy. so he manages a smile that strains just minutely at the edges.
“ugh. no. today sucks.” he slumps into the free chair and rests his forehead on the table, voice muffled when he asks, “if i pay you $20 will you write a paper for me? i’m gonna cry if you don’t.“
