Mav's that kid that got shoved into lockers in middle school and threatens to tell daddy at every transgression, like the punk ass bitch he is.

He didn't get enough love from his parents growing up, which translated to his exacting, unpleasant demeanor. Gifted child syndrome steamrolled him hard and he's still struggling to pick up the pieces. Long story short, his body is no longer mostly organic, and a series of scandals eventually drove him away from the public eye. Now, content to tinker without the scrutiny of others, he part times as a vigilante by the name of MAVERICK, utilizing advanced nanotech to create weapons and constructs on the fly. 

Mav dislikes failure, embarrassment, and being unappreciated. He secretly longs for a friend, but like, have you seen that rancid attitude of his? Fix your shit first, man.