Biography:
Some say that great power has a great cost. Either that or one trains in order to gain said power. Maverick lost his world. Some would probably think that being reborn in another world would be great. However, that was not the case for Maverick. He was trying to make a breakthrough that would change the galaxy and the future! Fate, coincidence, bad luck, bad timing. These were all things that people would blame. He was happy with his research! Something had to go wrong to get to where he is now, right?
His family were the leaders of the quantum field, energy, computing, engineering, physics, mechanics and theory. Of course, this was in his past life. In that life and this one he would be considered a genius. However, in his previous life he was messing with black holes, while relying on the quantum field, he fell into one. Well, his ship did. Time seemed to stretch as did his ship and his very being. This seemed to happen for what seemed like thousands of years. This drove the currently 35-year-old man insane. Yes, for some reason he was still alive during the process. Eventually, his insanity faded. Everything became one within the event and everything became clear.
His sanity was restored and somehow his consciousness survived the process. What people would call a soul, spirit, mind walking… Well, whatever it was he was doing it. However, when he emerged from the singularity he was in another dimension, realm, or point in space. It is possible that the years he experienced really happened on a galactic scale. Either that or he exited another black hole.
It was the theory that black holes are linked. However, he didn’t have time to process his thoughts as he noticed a strange blob coming toward him. Before it could touch him, a dark entity appeared and whisked him away. The constant pressure of movement was enough to make him lose consciousness. When he woke up, he was in a new body and in the arms of his mother. Had a new family. Things were different yet he understood what was happening.
Maverick was reborn into a wealthy family. Some suspect that they are of a long-lost royal line. Others speculate that they came from a demi-god family heritage. Both or neither could be true. That aside, Maverick knew enough about his realm and hoped that he could use it to his advantage here. Due to this, he spent most of his time when he was a baby how to survive. Being a baby is hard especially when one is born with parents who are almost always busy. However, even though his parents weren’t always around Maverick’s life was simple and easygoing.
Well, it was mostly easygoing. Have you ever seen a newborn? They got jack when it comes to strength and motor functions. This is what he spent most of his waking hours figuring out. Eventually he started to mess with his power to change the gravity around himself. He started on an extremely low increase, and it was somewhat painful. It is possible that at this time the goddess rolled her eyes at his stupidity at this point and gave him another blessing. The voting system came back with tons of laughter. Seemed a positive response. But this was all just speculation.
Language came sometime between one and two years of age. However, again, the functions of the body were difficult. It had to do with learning how to use them for the first time. He had the knowledge, but the muscle memory was what he lacked. Speaking the language was a lot harder than writing and reading portions. It is possible it was because he already knew twenty other languages from his original life. That isn’t to say that the language was hard to learn, just harder than the reading and written versions of the language. Annunciations were key in this language.
Once he was able to walk, he kicked up the training. Be it his body, his mind, or his powers. His abilities reminded him of his time within the black hole, however, they were different. He tested the power of gravity manipulation a few times. After feeling confident he would increase gravity. As he grew into a 5-year-old, his body was to the point he could fully control it. Furthermore, he asked his father to gather as much information about history as possible. Mind you this was starting from the basics and moving up. This further allowed him a better grasp on the language as well as the mathematics.
There were some alterations to the mathematics of this world. The strange symbols, he later found out, were mathematical symbols for specific arcana. He had asked his family about it, but they couldn’t explain it fully.
“Something that you will learn eventually when you’re older.” At least that is what they said. It was like learning it would make his head explode. He kept the math portion memorized as best as he could. He had nothing to tie the symbols to, so he just numbered them by appearance. Arcana symbol 1-/ He wasn’t sure how many there would be.
The history of the world was strange. It seemed like there were tournaments held every now and again. As well as tales of actual heroes of the past. He couldn’t quite figure out what was going on until he looked into his family line. Apparently one of his ancestors was a hero or someone who helped a hero. He couldn’t tell for sure based on the limited information and poor notes on the subject matter. He did train his body as best as he could for his age. Mostly running and swimming. Having a stronger base would help him if he were to learn a martial style. That is assuming that it would be needed in this new world.
The years passed quickly, and he absorbed as much knowledge as possible. His training went smoothly but it left him feeling empty. As if he wasn’t doing enough. Either that or he needed someone to train him. However, he couldn’t figure out the answer.
In his spare time, he would write down concepts for technology from his time but couldn’t implement them. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to, it was because the technology here was powered by magic. Either that or it was made with magic built into it. It was so confusing and frustrating to him that he couldn’t understand what seemed to be basic knowledge to everyone else. In other words, he needed a new cup to fill. His cup was already full. In the end he just didn’t know.
He couldn’t help but want to know more about how the technology of this world worked. So, he went to his parents and asked if they could help him learn more. That he guaranteed that if he got the desired information that he could bring their company into the future. Being a leader on new Technology did intrigue his parents. Or so they said. However, they were just happy that their son wanted to get into the family business. Therefore, the next day they pulled the strings and sent him to school.
Maverick’s first day at Sir Clausewitz' School for the Militarily Minded.
"Okay everyone, settle down. We have a new student." Informed the teacher.
"This is the assembly of third year students. Who did they use to get here?" One of the students joked out loud, making sure that everyone could hear his complaint.
"Please introduce yourself." The instructor said as he led Maverick to a podium.
Maverick quickly made his way up to the section the instructor showed him. The very tall microphone wasn't fully within reach. Being young has its drawbacks. He also noticed some of his classmates whispering about something or another. Probably saying that he is short or too young. He decided not to stick out by utilizing his ability here. Showing off could only bring him rivals. Ones he didn't want to waste time on. Therefore, he manually adjusted the microphone.
As he looked out to the classroom, he noticed all eyes were on him. This caused his vision to blur for a moment and his body had a cold chill. His palms started to sweat as he tried to focus. Growing up in a wealthy family that went to big events all the time so one should be acclimated to these kinds of environments. However, Maverick was young and felt out of place in most situations. Mainly, because he had almost zero grasp on this world's version of technology. Which somehow blends technology with magic. While his family manufactured said influential artifice.
It always made him feel... off. His knowledge was vastly different from this world but that didn't mean that he was perfect. Far from it and he knew it. This was the reason he wanted to join this school. He wanted to advance the technological levels of this world but needed a baseline to start from.
He wasn't sure if Sir Clausewitz' School for the Militarily Minded had the facilities that he needed to do so. Furthermore, getting into the classes could be troublesome. One was supposed to know how to build already. He didn’t, at least not the same build that this world has, and that made things harder for him.
His thoughts continued to spin around and around as the room became darker and darker, from his perception that is. One of the students cracked a joke about how short he was. Another said something along the lines of him taking forever for a simple introduction. His breathing became quicker as he stood in front of the class. Then a sort of cold calm washed over him. The darkness of the abyss filled the room, his perception of it. He was once again in the void and somehow this calmed him.
“Hello, my name is Maverick Majere. I’m currently 13 years old. Furthermore, I’m willing to learn. Therefore, please take care of me, my elders.” Maverick informed them with a slight bow. He couldn’t help but to smile as he bowed. However, as he came out of his bow his smile vanished.
“I will learn everything required to move technology forward!” He thought to himself. With this strange introduction he made himself a target. Perhaps, it was just a trap waiting for them to unwittingly step into. Who knows given his age, but the gods seemed somewhat entertained to see what would happen?
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