Christopher Glory

𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮

Christopher

***Christopher Glory** (クリグラー )* is a rebirth, the name of the body's inhabitant was none other than Christopher Glory. The boy they had been inhabiting was one who survived a long fall off of a cliff after their carriage driver accidentally fell asleep mid drive. Their current living conditions were rather well, but outside of their home they seemed to be viewed as a peasant, and their father had seemingly been keeping them a secret.

## **Personality**

Christopher's school was full of a bunch of drug addicted, mindless kids who all wanted to either just have sex or party. What made it worse was that due to Christopher choosing his friends based on assets rather than interests and common personality traits, he had to deal with many of his close friends trying to pressure him into engaging in their horrid activities. He would constantly be bothered by the presence of someone, somewhere, trying to offer him a sort of drug or just trying to introduce him to some girl for them to get close and for that girl to take his virginity. But he always had his priorities straight and never fell for such pathetic schemes. However, his lack of idiocy caused him to be disliked by many groups, and any friend within the groups he was in usually cut ties with him because of it. This eventually led to Christopher lacking any sort of friends, and instead was left to do as he pleased all on his own.

## Christopher Glory

Glory is a slim, yet reasonably toned young man of average height with white (light green in the anime,) brush-like hair that spikes up, with two locks of hair that drape over his face, and sharp red eyes. Kohaku admitted that he looks like a "lady killer" to her, implying he is handsome.[13] Luna has also expressed an attraction to Glory. Glory's stone markings are two, symmetrical diagonal lines on top of his inner eyebrows. Pre-Rebirthed World, Glory wore a typical school uniform with a lab coat over it. After waking up in the Hiraeth, he switched to wearing animal skin clothing in a rudimentary manner. After finding a village, these clothes patched up and are generally more presentable. He has Albert Einstein's mass–energy equivalence formula (E = mc2) written in his own blood across the breast of his shirt.

## Backstory

### **Chapter 1: Heartfelt**

Wailing in the bright blue sky, a little baby sat atop the lap of their mother, crying for comfort and care, desperately trying to gain their attention. The sun was far too bright and blazing for the infant to stand as they flailed all about, hoping to gain some sort of shade if they could. A weary mother, sick and weak, would look down towards the baby with eyes fueled with deep annoyance, covering up such emotions with a fake smile and dry laughter. The mother would lean forward, covering the baby from the sunlight, alone in the park where they had both been staying. The duo, a mother and a son, a helpless little boy and the life of a sick woman. That is where the story would begin, and unfortunately, it was not a story of the happiest of tales.

Taking her child from the bench from which she sat, the mother would begin her trot through the park as a means to calm her child. Looking around, she analyzed the faces of many happy families, each having both mothers and fathers, envy filled her heart as all she could think of was her husband who had been sent off to war. Whilst not understanding her reasoning at the time, seeing his own mother begin tear up, reminded of the pain she had when her husband was ordered to report to his army base, her young infant, at the time named Christopher Glory the third, after his father who was named after his grandfather; would be very displeased. The child would move around, trying to stretch up and wipe his mother's tears, not being aware of the reasoning, but simply doing so out of curiosity. Being a mere baby, there was not much in their head other than survival and discovery, and so their curiosity was one that was not surprising. His mother however, like most parental figured do, interpreted this as him speaking to her in his own special way, and a genuine smile appeared on her face as she embraced her little man in a big hug, whispering within his ear

"He will be back soon Christopher, your father will be back before you know it."

Unknown to Christopher, his mother was currently giving him what was called a hug, a sign of affection people gave to others they have deep care and or love for. Christopher, mimicking his mother had decided to do the same exact thing she did, which had caused her heart to metaphorically melt as she rejoiced in the idea that her child knew what she was doing. Assuming too soon that her baby boy was a genius, the woman would readily throw the young Christopher into the air and catch him at the perfect time. Somehow, this woman was capable of smiling even whilst she was in tears, which confused Christopher a lot. Looking at his plain facial expression, his mother was shocked he did not enjoy what she was doing for him. Granted, Christopher was never really much of a smiler. Perhaps inheriting the trait from his mom, but for whatever reason, Christopher was never happy, neither with himself nor with life. But granted, he was after all just a mere baby who didn't even so much as understand what the concept of existing truly was.

## **Chapter 2: Childhood**

A few years have passed, Christopher is no longer an infant, but a fully grown boy at the age of five. He is now taking his first big steps in life: his first day at a school, and into kindergarten. He was a fairly new student, just moving into the area, as well as the only student within his class with a white skin tone. Being African by nationality but not by race had a weird effect on people, when Christopher arrived into class many students were surprised by his skin tone. Many thought he was from Europe, or even just some kid who transferred from America. Regardless of what they assumed, nothing was true, some students rushed over to ask him how countries he's never been to had been doing, and others stayed away, viewing him as a mere outsider. This was the sort of effect Christopher had on people, either they were intrigued by him, or wanted nothing to do with him. It was rough growing up having to lie about his origins so that people would actually be his friend, but it was even harder having to be bullied simply for not being like everyone else. People were a bit mean to him, but he never did mind.

Christopher wasn't exactly a great student, it wasn't that he disrupted class nor did he seek trouble. He was one of the most polite and well kept students, never meaning to hurt anyone and he never even so much as said something to offend other kids in his grade. Christopher's problem was just that he struggled with school and the concepts they taught. He was never all too bright, nor was he one of the quickest learners in his school. The only traits he had that spoke of any significance is that he never had it in him to quit. When he was presented with a problem, he would even spend time after school just trying to finish that one problem. Christopher never knew when to quit, he was a persistent kid who wanted to work hard and become just as, if not better than the geniuses of his grade. He was always looked down upon by the other kids, being called stupid or idotic, but he never listened, and he always pursued what he desired, for he saw challenges as mere surmountable obstacles, and talent as just a small head-start. Some saw this view of Christopher's to be delusion, saying things like

"You're just saying that because you can't figure things out without trying so hard, stupid."

but others, more specifically his mother, saw Christopher as very inspirational. In his mother's case, she began to see Christopher having the same drive as his father and was pleased.

As a young boy, Christopher never had a father growing up, he only had a caring mother, and himself to look after. He had to grow up fast in order to tend to his sick mother, and that was his main drive for most of his life. Unlike normal children who loved to play and hang out with friends, Christopher was a driven child, in his early years, he would just come back home only to study. All Christopher ever did was study, he never had a TV to watch because his family was so poor, he could never afford a phone, they had a cheap radio but that had broken a long time ago. While his father had died, instead of telling him this, his mother had instead told him that his father had simply left and wasn't coming back. Her mindset was that Christopher would forget his father, not caring about him so long as she gave Christopher the idea that he did not care for them. However, this only sparked rage in Christopher's soul, the main fuel behind his drive was always that he was under the impression his father had left them and was never coming back. He was never even told that his father had been a man who died on the battlefield as a hero, but instead his legacy would be tainted by the very woman who loved him. It was true that a part of Christopher's mother hated her husband, but not because she was unsatisfied with him, rather that he had died and she was left to raise the child they promised they would care for together, all by herself. Left ill and widowed, her hope rested on Christopher's shoulders, as he carried her weight and his(metaphorically).

## **Chapter 3: American Journey**

When Christopher was a teenager, his mother and him had saved up enough money for them to move to America: the land of freedom, hope, and possibilities. At this time, Christopher would be attending highschool, finally making his way to the top of the world. Over his time through life, Christopher had learned a lot, he had experienced many wonders throughout his days and it seemed as if his mother was getting better. But his biggest challenges were yet to come, for highschool was a much different place than where he was familiar with. Christopher went to a highschool in the slums, a bunch of kids from different walks of life, and this unfamiliar country he would later get more accustomed to. Throughout highschool, Christopher had excelled, being someone who had already reviewed the material he was learning, it all seemed so remedial to him. After all, Christopher even now, never even hung out with others, he focused on studying and spent his hours alone, having a tight knit group of friends not based on personal interests, but more who could be the most beneficial asset for his future endeavors. He found school tedious, and the people even more so, but he always persisted for the sake of his mother, and of his future.

Christopher's school was full of a bunch of drug addicted, mindless kids who all wanted to either just have sex or party. What made it worse was that due to Christopher choosing his friends based on assets rather than interests and common personality traits, he had to deal with many of his close friends trying to pressure him into engaging in their horrid activities. He would constantly be bothered by the presence of someone, somewhere, trying to offer him a sort of drug or just trying to introduce him to some girl for them to get close and for that girl to take his virginity. But he always had his priorities straight and never fell for such pathetic schemes. However, his lack of idiocy caused him to be disliked by many groups, and any friend within the groups he was in usually cut ties with him because of it. This eventually led to Christopher lacking any sort of friends, and instead was left to do as he pleased all on his own.

Though he was now alone, Christopher never seemed bothered by this, and was always rather apathetic and inconsiderate of the true feelings others had. He was never on a date before, he's never fallen in love before, he hasn't even so much as experienced what it means to have affection for anyone else but his mother in a platonic sense. He was alone in a world that could never understand him, and this led to people who were once close to him, to become his bullies. Christopher would be beat up, given wedgies, or even just insulted or snickered at. He never once cared though, no matter how embarrassed they wanted to make him, he always stood his ground for what he believed in and never cared about what consequences others had in store for him. This caught the attention of the student council president, a girl named Sonya Belladonna who grew to be very infatuated with Christopher, and so she became his one and only friend in the world. Even after they graduated they kept in touch, to both the relief of his mother, and the gratitude of Christopher.

## **Chapter 4: success**

Some time passed, and Christopher was now a grown man, he had ended up becoming a bio-engineer as well as an animal enthusiast. He ran many experiments on several different animals, and he even wanted to test out his experiments on human subjects but did not wish to have any sort of authority keeping watch of him. During these years, Christopher had been through much success, he won a nobel prize for his amazing scientific achievements and for even saving an extinct species with his tech. He was able to gain great fame and wealth for his discoveries and workings with business and all sorts of companies. He became a celebrity amongst people, a genius looked at as a beacon of what it truly meant to be a man of science. He was the greatest mind of his generation, writing many stories about his discoveries, making an autobiography, even having millions upon millions of dollars. He was living the high life, a great success that others dare to dream of. To the masses, Christopher was one of the luckiest, most fortunate men to ever live. Many envied his life, and many others praised him. But not all was well with Christopher, as his life was never so peachy.

After a dispute with Sonya, the two cut ties and she ended up marrying an actor, becoming a power couple, and lived a life of glamor with her lovely children and her amazing husband. She practically lived as if Christopher never existed within her life, and something about that hurt Christopher. For the first time in his entire life, Christopher had actually felt the pain of losing someone he cared about. Throughout his life, he had only ever had one true friend, Sonya, and a part of him actually fell for Sonya. But he was far too busy with his work, and afraid of saying anything. Now she was living the dream and so was he, but what good was living a life of riches whilst you were alone without anyone to celebrate it with? That's when Christopher remembered that he still had his mother whom he hadn't visited for years. So he decided to pay her a visit. He drove three states just to find her, and when he came to her apartment, he found that there were new residents.

Christopher, shocked by this, would do whatever he could to find the last location of his mother, and eventually found a senior center. He ran in, looking around, desperately trying to find her and wherever she could've been. When he arrived to the room she was supposed to be in, there was nobody there but a caretaker. Some time passed, and Christopher was brought to the front, being given notes his mother had sent to him, the center had sent them to his email, and he recognized them. They were messages he had been deleting not bothering to read them because he never bothered checking his Email. For Christopher, he didn't check his Email simply because he viewed the messages people sent him as mere nuisances and not worth his time.

"Heey Chrissy, I see you got another reward! That's my boy, say when will you visit? Mommy misses her pumpkin."

"Chrissy, I just saw your new tower, it looks amazing! By the way, I wanted to know, how have things been? Will you ever come to visit?"

"Hi Chrissy, it's me again, I'm sorry, am I bothering you? Do you hate me? What did I do baby please message me back, I miss you."

"I'm sorry Chrissy, it looks like I'm getting closer to death. I know you won't message back, I'm sorry for being so bothersome. I just hope that maybe this message you will reply to and you'll visit me today, or maybe not...I'm sorry Chrissy, I love you."

and from there, Christopher thanked them for informing him, left the senior center, and allowed the rain to mask him tears. He went home, working on an invention, wanting to know what happened, wanting to know how he could fix everything. He wanted to know how to revive his mother, how to rebuild his life, and how to make sure everything goes okay. He worked tirelessly on a microchip specifically for that goal, and his only test subject was himself. He didn't care what happened to him, no matter what the side effects were, he just wanted to make everything right again.

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"Breaking news, Dr. Christopher Glory had been found dead within his office, sources say his entire head had been missing. Investigators are looking into the case now but so far have no answers for how this incident came to be."

## **Chapter 5: Enter a brave new world**

The cries of a baby could be heard, mimicking the first cries he one heard by Christopher as an infant. A little boy, a broken carriage, a dead man, and a dead woman. The child had appeared to have had blood coming out of their body, yet somehow survived the large fall off of a rocky terrain. It seemed as if the life of this child was about to end before it even got to experience any joys whatsoever. Hopeless and helpless, all this child could do was scream and whine, as if begging to have its life be saved by someone. Hearing the beckoning call, a man arrived in the area and took it upon themselves to take the child. Upon analyzing the horrific scene, the man had saved the child's life with a potion, and held them within their arms. They would begin walking through a forest like path, towards a new location, but not before burying the bodies of the others who had died in such a tragedy on that day.

The boy would be raised and taken care of, now being under the care of their savior. The man who had saved him would look towards the boy, deciding a name for him, and as the child stayed in silence, seemingly getting all the more drowsy. The boy would then close their eyes and was fast asleep, incapable of hearing their given name due to their slumber. Once they had awoken, the boy would yawn, getting themselves dressed and ready for another day in this strange body. Little did they know, this body of there's was no dream, but was pure reality, causing them to nearly cry as the man quickly tended to them. It seemed as if their life was only getting more and more strange, and to think this was the most normal thing that was happening to them, being taken care of that is. The helpless boy would soon however at the very least hear their name, having it be uttered from the mouth of their father.

"Oi Bazhia, stop crying."

The name of this child would appear to be Bazhia Akimitsu, however there was one small issue, the name of the body's inhabitant was none other than Christopher Glory. The boy they had been inhabiting was one who survived a long fall off of a cliff after their carriage driver accidentally fell asleep mid drive. Their current living conditions were rather well, but outside of their home they seemed to be viewed as a peasant, and their father had seemingly been keeping them a secret. Though for good reason, apparently the one who had saved them was some sort of adventurer fellow, a powerful one at that with lots of fame. So, at the very least Bazhia wasn't in a state of being uncared for, they had a lot going for them, despite the whole parental death situation. But after some time in this world, discovering its magical properties as well as many other unique factors in this world, only one thing really came to mind for him. This second life was his chance to learn everything, understand everything, so he never could make the same mistake again and lose those he cared for like he previously did. Hemay have died, but his spirit lives on, and that's more than enough reason for him moving forward.

## **Abilities**

**Outstanding Intellect** - While originally never actually being a trait he had much of, it sure grew to be his greatest strength. Bazhia prides himself on his intelligence, so much so his entire goal is to improve upon it and work towards complete know-it-all status. He's a guy who doesn't exactly fit any sort of status quo when it comes to brainiacs, that much is true, but he is also a guy who is incapable of stroking his own ego or intellect. Though, given his life's achievements, be sure does have a lot of bragging rights in the other world(Earth]

**Inhumane Observational Skills** - With great intellect comes excellent observational skills, and Bazhia is in no short demand of being able to make astute observations. He is capable of not only just observing someone having a physical anomaly in how they act, but even shows such great prowess that he can perfectly analyze one's speech pattern. He doesn't just do this though, he also has the remarkable ability to perceive and reassess his own actions, showing a sign of self awareness.

**Prodigious Learning Capabilities** - After much hardships and practice, having the ability to learn quickly has become a handy tool for Bazhia to wield. He's a fairly quick learner, and he's capable of adapting to things on the fly, making solutions as he sees fit, and basing conclusions off of many attempts. In this sort of way, you could see him as someone who resembles a scientist, despite never actually being one. Though his job did correlate to science, he also doesn't dismiss this fact, for he learned how to adapt thanks to the scientific method as well. Though, he progressed it to where it simply became a natural trait of which he so rightfully acquired.