Country Affiliation: Heliophat
Race: Magician
Tier: D
Class: Magician (Sound)
Age + Birthdate: 18/ May 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: He carries a certain confidence with him as if he knows he can conquer the world, though it is at times crippled by his fear that his lack of resources and power would leave him unable to accomplish all the things he would want to. When like this Gideon is usually very impressionable and unstable. Easily manipulated, while at the same time dangerous, lashing out at everyone as he knows not who to trust. Once trust is gained with Gideon he is loyal to a fault, never betraying those he's decided to trust for any reason. Though a backstabbing to him would result in swift retaliation, which if not fatal would lead to him never forgiving the person.
Other than that he is generally very quiet and observant. He tends to study his surroundings and others much, though he does show off every now and then when there is a girl to impress. Also being oppressed most his life, he feels the need to disrespect most authority figures, seeing himself as the only authority he need follow. He isn't a bad person, but neither is he a saint, usually looking out for himself and those that benefit him until they no longer do so, unless they were lucky enough to land themselves within the select few 'friends' he would keep around him.
Likes: A pretty girl: Who doesn't like a woman with a fair face, small waist and a big- Gideon like any normal man of his age is attracted to the opposite sex, with a particular penchant for red heads and blondes
Hookah: He can savour a drink or two but his true love would be the hookah. Nothing relaxes this magician more than sitting back and having a leisurely smoke.
Dislikes: Traitors: A man who can't keep his word is a weak man and a coward, and there is nothing worse than a coward.
Liars: They can never be trusted. They lie once, they'll do it again. Gideon has zero respect for liars.
Aspirations: Gideon had always been fascinated by dungeons. Always wanting to explore one for himself. At times it had even crossed his mind, in his deepest and most private of thoughts to sneak away and enter first dungeon he could find. After all he was nothing more than a low born magician with Heliophat. Speaking of Heliophat, the war torn country filled with death and pain, has driven the young magician to the point of insanity. Where he himself has begun to look into methods of cheating death, hoping to realize longevity if not true immortality itself.
Phobias/fears: Gideon fears death, dying like any normal man would, but of all he fears not living. Not doing anything with his life before that fateful moment of eternal rest welcomes him into its embrace. He would rather go down in the history books as the crazy man who burned the world than just another ragtag magician that died to his own weakness and incompetence. Sitting by and allowing time to pass him idly by while everyone one around him moved on and accomplished their goals terrified. Being left behind, alone, not remembered.
Face-Claim: Thief King Bakura (Yugioh)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Golden Brown
Height: 182.88cm (6'0")
Weight: 83.92kg (185lbs)
Appearance: Gideon stands at 6 feet with short brown hair and golden brown eyes. His physique is lean and chiseled, unusual for a magician. The air about him is usually pleasant, and charming unless he is angered. He usually walks around with his head covered for shade from the sun and to help hide his identity. He carries a staff with him at all times, which he generally masquerades as a blind man's guide stick when out and about. He wears very little jewelry. A gold chain around his neck and a bracelet on each wrist, on his feet he usually dons sandals that are strapped up to the ankles. His clothing changes based on his mood.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features:
History: Gideon grew up in the gutters of Heliophat. Abandoned by his birth parents he was taken in by a gang of thieves who raised him to do all their biddings and scheme from a young age. From pickpocketing to acting as bait. He was great at it until one day things . didn't go according to plan and they left him behind as a distraction while they got away. The angry marketers try as they might couldn't hit Gideon, due to his borg and chose to instead through him into the sewers. While in these sewers wandering around trying to find his way out at the tender age of 6 years old, he stumbled over what seemed to be a normal stick and decided to use it as a guide.
This was how he discovered his first penchant for magic. Each tap of the stick in his hand would behave like a sonar, allowing him to find his way out with some moderate ease though he didn't understand this at first. Once out Gideon never got rid of the stick which once he was older he found out to be a magicians staff. Throughout the next years he did what he did best, steal for his survival, while building up his own gang of ragtag followers in the process. He didn't have a formal teacher but he also taught himself the basics of magic in order to better utilize his own skills, though there was only so much he could do belonging on the street.
Currently the white haired, dark skinned thief fancies himself the King of Heliophat's slums. Most don't oppose him due to the fact that he's a magician and can't cause him harm regardless, so choose to instead fall in line and make their lives easier. Gideon however is growing bored with the life of a common thief, believing that he is destined for greater things Gideon began to leave the day to day runnings of his criminal organization to others. He wanted to know more about the world, he wanted to see more, he wanted to do more.
Role-Play Sample: The wind rustled the leaves of the tress like an older brother would his younger brothers hair. The night sky shined with an eerie glow, the moon slightly overcast and the stars barely lit. A path lead from the woods heading towards a village were most windows were dark, except a few here and there were the embers of freshly doused fires still glowed. One house in particular though was quite busy, a small light moving from window to window as the occupant bounced from room to room. Hurried footsteps, though light they were, he didn't want to wake anyone.
He snagged all the valuables he could find, stuffing them in his sack and what pockets he had on his clothing. Once he filled himself off all he could find, he grabbed some food and a few quick swigs of wine before bounding out the window he had come in through. Not wanting to be seen he had left his candle within the house he had just burgled, reaching behind him he grabbed a staff that was on his back and began to tap in front of himself like a blind man. No one would would ever suspect a blind man.
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