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Oddly deep down the corridor a similar situation was occurring. A young man of much more diverse background was stirring in his sleep as well. This man wasn't like the other students, he came from a different background. One that many could not fathom, that is, aside from the professor.
To begin, you'd need to understand how a brilliant mind worked. You could be a full blown genius, and still want more. As was the case with Scientist Cornell Mathers, a brilliant man who needed more. Soon he began working with alchemy, attempting to achieve omniscience. This line of research nearly killed him, however his fortune was not to be that way.
The goddess of luck and fortune, Ziki, had come to him. She warned of his need to know all being his downfall. Mathers was astounded by her, and asked she stay as he healed. She did and soon fell in love with the human man. Not long after, they would birth a son.
This son was as much as genius as he was a kenace. From age 2 he could read, by age five he could read minds. He was too smart for grade school finishing 6th grade by 10. Then his parents groomed him for his role.
Gazkit was his name, because of a poster he saw. He asked his parents to change his name and all. From there he'd begun his conditioning, to become the new god of luck and fortune. It wasn't easy, for one he had to control the very concept of it. All of it, to the 12th dimension. Which meant even the idea of what good and bad luck even was. That along with chance, risk, reward, probability, coincidence, circumstance, fortune monetary and otherworldly, even karma.
Which is why, he had to enroll at X academy . The professors guidance and discipline was what he needed. Also training in the use of psionics, as his massive intellect aided him in developing inherent skills. Hence why his nightmare was so vivid.
He too saw the horrid yellow fear and terror, but he knew not its plan. He awoke from a cold sweat, hearing the noise outside. The room down the hall went to one of Xavier' s prime students. He stepped into the hall, and walked to where the commotion was.
Gazkit never much noticed, but he was eye candy for sure. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, his skin nearly chocolate brown. Given his was in a muscle shirt and pj pants, his muscles were clearly visible. His left arm had a Zentangle sleeve beginning in his left pectoral and going to his left wrist.
He leaned his head in the door way, knowingthe professor may send him away. -"Wait, did you see it too? In your nightmare, the yellow terror?"
Fortune had always had many strange ways of working. It also had many strange ways of being construed. As in many worlds there were cortexs, some so vast they housed a number of multiverse, such as Disney. The many interlocking multiverses under the Disney cortex, were home to many skilled individuals. One was the comics multiverses god of luck and fortune. From here is where our story begins.
Around 22 years and some change ago, a scientist had been hard at work. Cornell Mathers, a brilliant mind not content to be just smart. No he wanted to know all, before it happened, and to make advancements in his field. By conquering magic use and adding to it science, he sought omniscience. A venture which nearly killed him. The explosion of his machines left him hurt and nearly dead, however fate had other plans. The goddess of luck and fortune, Ziki, had spared him. As his fate was not to die that day. He was enamored with her and asked her to stay as he healed. She did and they would fall in love. The child they birthed would go in to greatness.
The child they bore, a son named Tyreek Mathers, grew at an immense rate. His inherent intellect and divine skills lead to the formation of many powers. At 2 he could read, 4 already he'd skipped to grade one. By ten he had advanced to middle school. 14 he finished high school, and began grooming for his new mantle. The young man was groomed to be the new god of luck, and with it, it's many responsibilities. As he she'd into his 20s, he became attuned to even the 12th dimension of luck. The very idea of it at his whim, and many of its subfactors. Growing up in his father's research facility home, once his abilities were established, Tureek wanted more. He heard he could use his skills to help others and adopted the name Gazkit, an homage to his upbringing around tech and lab gear.
Now, in the current day Gazkit could exist anywhere. Luck was always real in some people's minds, therefore so was Gazkit. This was how he had left his home comics Multiverse and traveled to the Disney classic one. Upon entering the realm, it was all so new. The lush trees and land, very little technological advancement, and different attire. However, he'd come to an odd scene. A near fatally wounded female dragon lay at the base of a mountain, seemingly near coma. He lowered to her, sensing internally her fate was to change. She'd been wronged of just due, and he was to fix it.
He landed, even removing his shoes to feel new grass. His figure in the now uninterrupted son was a sight for sure. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, his skin nearly chocolate in color. His eyes were human despite their red color as opposed to blue. Given his surroundings his attire changed to match. He was dressed in n simple mage tunics as he approached the female beast. He sniffed the air.-"She's been here a bit."-He moved closer, before pressing his ear to her rough scales.-"A griwl?......Still kicking eh?"-He went closer to the long neck and head. He was tentative in case she awoke. Near the beginning of her neck, where it became the head, was lodged an arrow. He reached carefully to remove it, knowing anything could wake her and spell disaster.-"Easy now..."
-In a world where weapons rule, knowledge is true power. Chances are anyone could acquire weapons, however fixing them was a desired skill. Some would go great length to find repair specialists. The shop of one in particular was beginning to open. This shop belonged to a happy soul, however he held a burden. He was more than just a specialist, he was the best in the galaxy. His name, appropriately was Gazkit. There was no weapon or machine he couldn't fix. It was as if he could sense each piece individually and diagnose whats wrong. He looked the part, as he slid open his sheet metal doors. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, hid skin nearly chocolate in color. He wore a pair of denim overalls over a muscle shirt and long John's. He had goggled over his eyes as he began booting up his machines. He flipped his sign to open which put out an air wave to beacons. This meant business was sure to come, however many people sought him as well. His needed knowledge the desire of many smugglers. -
In the lush forests near the now abandoned castle babayaga, a young man searched. He was not of this planet, nor even this realm of existence. To many he was called a god, with good reason. However, nothing about his current motives were good. He was exploring the castle of the powerful witch lady arachne, and wanted the mystic items.
He was the god of luck and fortune, the entire concept of luck, fortune, risk,reward, circumstance, outcome, probability, all of it. He could will it to change and bend to his minds desires. After traversing the many lush forests he'd entered the stone fortress.
Inside he lit the wall torches, revealing his look. He was indeed handsome, despite a youthful look. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, his skin nearly chocolate in color. He wore his usual sleeveless hooded leather jacket over a muscle shirt, with loose fitting denim jeans. He left arm was adorned in a Zentangle tattoo sleeve that began on his pec and ended at his wrist.
The castle was empty but fairly clean, he knew he could at least use it as a strong Hold. He walked into the den, seeing a table still set. The massive bed of webbing at the back of the room. He scoffed.-"Psssh, this ain't so scary. Figured a witch would at least have a severed head in a jar."-H e said as he looked through the bookshelf. As he did a tiny spider walked onto his hand.-"Strange, how have you lived so long?"-H e said before sucking his teeth in annoyance as he was bitten.-
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