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    [shadow=black,left][size=36pt]♛Gideon Maddox[/shadow][/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 380px; text-transform: none;][justify]name - "Gideon Adalric Maddox."
    nickname - "You won't use a nickname if you know what's good for you."
    age - "26, because what teenager is an assassin? A lot, apparently. Stupid."
    gender - "I'm going to assume you're blind. I'm a male."
    date of birth - "October 28th, of 1989."
    hometown - "Glasgow, Isle of Skye. It's the largest and most northerly large island in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland."
    rank - "Just an assassin. I just kill people."


    written description - Gideon has been born with a genetic mutation called 'heterochromia.' His left eye is doused in blue, with a random hue of brown and green. His right eye is predominantly blue as well, with green and turquoise accenting random places. Gideon wields a full head of naturally curly dark locks, pigmented a dark pigment of brown. In the warmer seasons, his hair gets lighter and is predominantly a mid-spectrum brown with blonde-ish streaks. Gideon has a build which could be described as very "shoulder centric;" his shoulders are broad and he has a very tight, lean waist packed with muscle. His physique is, essentially, a mixture between the generalised 'ectomorph' and 'mesomorph.' Muscular but lean; heavy but stealthy. Gideon stands at an imposing six feet and five inches, weighing in at approximately two-hundred and eight pounds. Much of this can be accounted by muscle mass and bone density. Gideon's hair is naturally curly, and the longer it gets, the more noticeable that fact becomes.
    height - 6'5.86" ft.
    weight - 205.54 lbs.
    hair color - Dark to light brown
    eye color - Multi-pigmented.
    body marks - A scar on his right hipbone.
    body modifications - None.


    personality traits - Machiavellian, arrogant, apathetic, cynical, sarcastic, intelligent, methodical, organised.
    brief history - Gideon was born in the quiet, remote lands of the Isle of Skye. A quiet life with little to do, he was often out about in nature -- playing in the dirt and making a crown of thorns -- King of the Isle of Skye. His blanket were the piles of leaves; his toys the branches, the dirt; his companions the deer, the beavers, and the hedgehogs. He developed an endurance most kids did not; for he was not sheltered in a house playing video games and eating potato chips. No. He was left to his own devices and forced to find his own amusement. He was almost raised by the deer; ran with them and sat with the fawns. Learned how to climb trees. He got lost when he wandered too far from home at the age of thirteen and survived four days on his own. This experience gave him survivalist skills.


    At the age of eighteen, instead of going to school, he travelled the world. He got his knowledge from books and the internet. On occasion, he'd sneak unto university campuses and walk into lectures just to get the knowledge. He could never stay in one place, though. He met Annabel when he was 24 in Thailand. A pretty little blonde thing who travelled just as often as he did, and they decided to travel together -- connected together by a romantic bond, per se. Misfortunately, a trip to Switzerland ended in him finding her tangled in the sheets with some other guy in his hotel room. It hurt to be betrayed like that, and he never wanted to feel that way again. The answer was simple: no more relationships. He has adhered to that rule with a fervent stubbornness. As of now, he has settled in California because he has found an occupation that feeds his inner adrenaline-junkie. An assassin. In the past, he'd never even think of killing someone, but after he got over the shock of his first kill, he found himself craving it.


    He was diagnosed as a psychopath when he was a kid, but never could believe it. When he thought he cared about someone, he thought the feelings were genuine despite what his psycho-therapist would tell him. Now, he knows better. He finally saw himself for who he truly is when he got his first kill. Too bad he's around a bunch of hormonal teenage amateurs.


    strengths - "I am a strategist, mixed martial artist, survivalist, and a bit of a blood splatter analyst. I'm adaptable; watch a covert operation go downhill and I'll be the one to adapt to the situation and put us back in the advantage. I know how to kill and not leave a trace. And if things get messy, I know how to clean it up. I'm cunning and I lie like I'm telling the truth, and most people fall for it."
    weaknesses - "I don' have any weaknesses ... fine, I can get impulsive when I let my aggression get the best of me -- but that doesn't happen often! Okay, total lie. I get pissed all the time, but that's besides the point. For some reason people think I'm too arrogant. How dare they insinuate that I should think any less of myself. So what if I'm a narcissist? I'm better than everyone. I mean ... yeah, that makes me underestimate my targets and it may put me in a risky position ... and I underestimate my teammates. Hell, I underestimate the leader. What does she know? What is she, just starting puberty? F**k 'em all."
    phobias - "I wouldn't go as far as to say a 'phobia', but I am scared to die by either drowning or burning."
    disorders - "I've been diagnosed with an anti-social personality disorder. That's basically a 'nice' way to call me a sociopath or psychopath. Basically, I don't experience normal human emotions. Empathy and love? You can forget about it. Call me an a**hole however many times you want, but I literally have a lesion on the area of my brain that promotes said emotions. So go ahead, get in my face about it. But it isn't funny to make fun of mentally disabled people. Heh."
    sexuality - "I'm an aromantic heterosexual. Basically, I don't have romantic attractions for people. I do, however, have sexual attractions. That's right. I'm a wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am kinda guy. Get over it."
    romantic interest - "Are you stupid or just a bad listener? Aromantic."
    significant other - "Does aromantic and psychopath mean nothing to you?"
    turn ons - "I don't really give a rat's a**. So long as she's generally attractive, looks like she knows what a treadmill is, and doesn't talk too much, cool. I mean, I'm not going to love her or anything. I'm a one-night kind of guy."
    turn offs - "If you talk too much or obviously look like you eat one too many of everything, ew. Go away."
    faceclaim - "Some people say I look like Jamie Dornan. I'd be flattered, 'cept I hate 50 Shades. He makes a great serial killer in The Fall, though."
    playlist - "I'm not going to name all my favourite songs. Just know that Coheed & Cambria and The Weeknd are where it's at."
    activity level - 6/10
    muse level - 7/10
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    ◟♔ ░░░░░░░░░ Gideon ⫶ | ✘ | ⫶ Gideon Aatami al-Dossari

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    He just wanted to end this video conference so he could hold onto whatever sanity that was draining, and it was draining fast. Such as his energy. "Stop talking. The subject isn't open for debate. Draw up the agreement as was specified."




    "I'd like more time to review this. This is a serious accelerated schedule we're talking about here. Some of it's great, and I'm excited about seeing what we can achieve with it, but phasing into consumer alpha testing is at least... a year away, not six months." Gideon leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing at the face of the aged man, Stratton, on his monitor, but he could hardly focus. He was more so imagining his face from memory than the monitor. "You told me this six months ago." Another voice followed, and Gideon's eyes averted before he could stop himself. He couldn't stand the sight of neither one of the seven men in this conference, but this high-pitched piece of shit was the person he hated the most. "We lost our top contractor to Ares —" Gideon's eyes returned to the monitor, if only to fix the blonde-haired man with a steely gaze. "And I offered a replacement, which you declined."




    "A creative team is a delicate balance," the man, who's name was Asher, continued to argue. "You can't just plug in a random person. We've got the right man on the job now —" The man in question, Talbot, interjected. "Thank you." His proud grin was as sharp as the knife Gideon was imagining in his head. "Dipshit." "And we're making progress," Asher cut in. "We —" Gideon leaned forward and settled his elbows on his leather-coated desk, joining his hands together over his mouth. "Keep failing to meet your self-imposed deadlines."




    "While creating an exceptional and groundbreaking consumer experience!" Stratton shot back. Gideon didn't even glance at the greying man. "Great," he murmured gruffly. "Now you just have to do it faster." Implying that he would be using his own team to finish the job. A man who had been silent until now, Christopher, cut in. "Now wait a minute Mr. Dossari you need to leave the development to —" Gideon was done with this entire meeting and he was shutting it down now. "No. If you thought I'd give you money just to be a silent partner, you didn't do your fucking research." The conference was hushed now, seeing as his temper had flared. "This app. space is highly competitive, and you supplied a one-year-development-to-rollout timeline, which was judged and determined to be entirely achievable by my team, whereas yours have failed. "




    "You're looking at this from the wrong perspective," Stratton said. "Technical timelines —"




    "Here's what's going to happen," Gideon began, interrupting as if the man had never even spoken. "You'll work with the team that I'm sending, and if you miss another deadline, I'm pulling Talbot off oversight." He leaned back into his chair with a nonchalant poise, unaffected by the series of words that followed. "Bullshit! This is my fucking app. You can't take it from me!" For the first time during the conference, Gideon grinned. It was predatory and cheshire-cat like. "You should've read the contract more carefully. Do that tonight, and we'll revisit and revise tomorrow after the team arrives. My admin will call you in a few minutes to arrange the meeting schedule. I truly hope we can come to an amicable agreement. Until then ..."




    Gideon closed his browser, massaging his temples though it did nothing to alleviate the pulsing pain in his head. There were many things he could do, but honestly, he'd been working on applications that weren't due until next year or more, and his next meeting was in three hours. If he wanted to, he could just sit here and do nothing. It seemed like a pretty good decision to make considering the headache and the anger, but the intercom beeped. With much hesitance, he pressed a button beneath his desk that put the message through. "Mr. Dossari, a 'Kavanaugh' is here to see you?" The name rung a bell, and since he wasn't doing anything... might as well send her up and get it out of the way. "Send her up, Lupe, thanks." The line cut off after a small 'yes, sir' and he rubbed at his face, trying to get the wariness out of his eyes. His mood was actually considerably better now that he'd gotten out of that conference, but nothing could get rid of the fatigue.




    He stood up as he heard knocks at his office door and he walked to the entrance, his gait poised, elegant, but dangerous like a wolf on the hunt. When he opened the door, he saw a girl sprawled on the ground. Looking rather unimpressed with eyes narrowed, he didn't even bother to help her up to her feet, instead staring at her with a gaze that held a storm behind it. He looked so calm and self-assured, but his deep blue eyes held monsters, shadows, and storms -- he was an animal in a cage, that much was obvious, and the moment he was set free, it'd be something terrifying. "Mr. Dossari," he mumbled, his voice husky, low, and on the edge of sounding like a growl. He wasn't going to permit her to call him by his first name. He seemed to debate whether he should kick her out or go on with the interview anyway. He decided to give her a chance. "Petrova," he greeted, not wanting to be personal by calling her by her first name, neither. "Fine. The interview will go on as planned." He opened the door wider and stepped aside.




    "Can I get you anything to drink?" He glanced at his secretary and nodded his head, wordlessly dismissing her before he closed his office door and softly motioned for Petrova to sit in front of his desk.







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