Professor Maynard at Toddbrook U was an idealist. He taught political science with a view toward changing the world for the better. Many people chided him for wanting to change a system that worked, and his answer always was "except for the poor, the minority, the old, the single parent, the orphan, the sick, and those who fell on hard times." He refused to accept that these people had to be sacrificed for the current system to work. To him, any system that required blood sacrifice had to be improved. If a system did not work for all, it did not work at all.

"Yes, we might screw some things up," he would say, "but at least we would be trying to make it work."

Eventually, a local Priest of the Liberated Fellowship put Professor Maynard in contact with Brownstone. At first, he awkwardly tried to become one of their agents, but all involved soon discovered that his best work was done teaching what he knew to the squires. Maynard sponsored a local chapter of squires on campus, but it did not take off. Undeterred, he kept at his public consciousness awareness events, sometimes to the embarassment of the board of regents and the chancellor, who did their best to pressure him into quitting. They might have succeeded, had some of his students not staged a sit-in for him, which embarassed them more when Brownstone showed up in support.

Some of the more conservationist faculty tried to shun Professor Maynard, but since he did not keep company with them anyway, that had little to no effect. The Conservationist Student League tried to debate him about urban gentrification, and he made a decent showing, but the debate ended in an uneasy stalemate. Those of his students who were loyal to him cheered for him, but were ridiculed as "fanboy fanatics" in the student paper the next day.

Maynard might have faded into the background as a good-hearted and well-meaning crackpot, had it not been for the unstable ROTC Junior who saw Manynard as a bleeding-heart blight on the world. Dr. Maynard was murdered in broad daylight right before the Junior turned his weapon on himself and committed suicide.

As inefectual as Maynard was in his life, he would have been moved to tears by the turnout at his own funeral: The Comandant of the local chapter of Brownstone gave the eulogy himself, and a hundred times more students than he ever thought he reached in his life showed up to his funeral bearing candles. Every squire he taught came in uniform, and Brownstone gave him full honorary salutations.

But Maynard was not at his own funeral to be moved to tears he no longer had--It turns out that in death as in life, you couldn't keep a good man down. before his body even got cold, Maynard's soul was across town, inspiring a budding young editor to write about the Urban Gentrification of the lower dockside neighborhood. With his new-found freedom, he felt invigorated, with no need to rest, or eat, or contend with an unforgiving accademic bureaucracy, or waste time meeting with overblown money-men or self-important deans and chairmen. Maynard could devote his life--or afterlife--to his true dream.

It took the Image Man, The Folk Hero, and Equitarius a full three weeks to track his non-corporeal ass down to offer him a position.

Mayanar, the Daeva Manifest and Chairman of the Daeva Lords, recognizes the limitations of his own being. He knows that real work in changing the world is work, and worse yet, it's hit and miss sometimes, because it's about changing hearts and minds. He knows that he was ineffectual in life, but he takes heart in that for every nine endeavors we fail at and learn from, one bears real fruit. It is not for his track record that Tamballa chose him, but for the fact that, even with his track record, he simply will not stop, and he will not leave anyone behind.