Full Name :
Gideon JacobsNicknames / Aliases :
Gid, 'Duke'Age :
MaleMarital Status :
SingleFormer Occupation/Position :
Independent Contractor (Renovation and Restoration) / MusicianStrengths :
- Mediator - Gideon is very level headed and prefers to keep the peace. Even if it's not advantageous to himself he'll work to find a compromise so that whatever needs doin' can get done.
- Good with his hands - He can't claim to be a mechanic or engineer but he can usually tinker with most things. He can also build structures and makeshift tools.
- A strong back - He's good muscle to have around. He'll work long and hard without complaint.
- Protective instincts - He's sharp, attentive, and won't hesitate to do what needs doing, especially if it means sparing others.
Special Gear :
- Desperately wants to remain a good guy at heart - which means that sometimes the tough choices weigh heavily on him.
- Has never shot a gun
- Needs to feel needed/useful - Gideon cannot stand feeling useless, worthless, or helpless. So long as he can contribute in some way he is fine, but the moment he begins to feel obsolete in any fashion he becomes antsy and anxious and his whole outlook and demeanor shifts.
- A sucker for a pretty smile
- Fire Axe
- Bungee cords - 6 various lengths
- Camping backpack
- 2 person sleeping bag + blanket
- Deck of playing cards
- 20" Screwdriver - 2
- Pocket knife
- Steel honing rod
- Box of Matches
- Dented cooking Pot
- Spoon - 1
- cans of food - 6 (all a mystery)
- Liter bottle of water - 2
- Sun hat
6'4"Weight / Body type :
205 lbs / Athletic, muscularHair :
Brown, bleached by the sunSkin :
Fair, light tanEyes :
BlueDistinguishing Features :
Gideon is a quiet man who believes actions speak louder than words. He comes across as something of the big dumb jock type, seemingly best with a hammer and nails or a wrench, strumming a tune on his guitar, or banging out a beat on his drums until you sit down and actually have a conversation with him and find out that the man is exceptionally well read and educated. He believes strongly in family, duty, and honor above all else and is the sort of man who would never ask of another what he is not willing to do himself.
He does have a relaxed side though, one capable of humor, warmth, and compassion, even some charm and goofiness under the right circumstances. Unfortunately since the dead started springing back up and attacking people he hasn't found much of a reason to to put his pretty dimples to use. Content to let others think of him what they will he moves about in comfortable silence. He's the sort that hates sitting still for too long and prefers to use his idle time working--whether that's on old homes in need of restoration, building new ones, making furniture, or simply carving a figurine it doesn't matter--but these days it seems he's got far too much time and too little to invest it in.Likes :
Working with his hands, whittling and carving, women, playing guitar, drumming, swimming, sports, physical activity, reading, meat, rainDislikes :
Idiots, violent people (beyond simply killing zombies or protecting themselves), beets (actually most vegetables outside your basic corn, carrots, and green beans), those who like the sound of their own voice too muchFears :
Running into his brothers as zombies, fathering a child (both before or after the apocalypse), becoming a zombie and killing someone, that he won't find his best friend.History :
Gideon was the black sheep of his family. Coming from a wealthy background he had a path laid out for him even before he was born, as did his older and younger brothers. Of course right away it became clear he had no interest in playing dress up and living the charmed life. He was not content to follow in his father's footsteps or learn the ways of deal making and though he can be as charming as anyone in his family when he wants to he never quite developed the sort of attitude that allowed his younger brother to get away with being the lovable 'scoundrel' of the bunch. Instead Gideon was often ignored by his own family when they weren't attempting to pick him apart but regardless of how they treated him, he kept his silence and forged his own path. He got along fine with the help of his music, his work ethic, and his oldest and closest friend
Turning down Ivy league schools who would have loved to take him and hand him a degree simply for the chance to build a relationship with his family that could lead to donations, Gideon moved out of the house and into a two bedroom place with his best friend, enrolled in trade school, and got himself a job working in construction. From there he absorbed everything he could and centered himself around the things he could build with his own two hands. Still, even with the emotional distance that existed between him and his family he was right there every time they needed him. When his youngest brother got arrested in Mexico one summer, Gideon dropped everything to go down and get him out. When his eldest brother needed a hand running a community service event to look good for the media and his project manager quit, Gideon stepped up. And when his father passed away and his other brothers were too busy to stay with their distraught mother, it was he who went back home to stay.
Eventually Gideon got himself into a bit of renovation and restoration work on the side. Construction jobs paid okay but it certainly wasn't up to the standards of his relatives. His skill with more delicate and precise work wasn't easily recognized on sites where he was just another strong back, but in the independent jobs he got his chance to shine and found a niche that really called to him and eventually he shifted his focus to becoming an independent contractor. Unfortunately those plans fell by the way side the day he encountered his first zombie: his mother.
The day that everything changed, the day that all his plans for the future became meaningless, Gideon had stopped by to check on his then alcoholic mother, and was distracted by the mess he assumed she'd left behind in the wake of one of her tantrums. Sighing to himself, he said nothing figuring that the woman had passed out, and set about cleaning up the mess. What he didn't know was that his mother had seen the news and in her drunken state had panicked and taken far too many pills. The cocktail of medications caused her to vomit of course but having passed out already she ultimately choked on her own vomit and died. It wasn't until he went to her room to check on her and she lunged for him, mouth agape, that he realized things had gone horribly wrong.
Gideon easily outweighed his mother so even as a frenzied corpse it wasn't too difficult to shove her back from him and shut the bedroom door. Not really understanding what was going on, he had no desire to try and put her down so instead he left her there and headed back to his place. Only it seemed chaos had broken out everywhere. There streets were filled with panicked people and traffic was a nightmare. After an hour of going almost nowhere, he pulled over and parked his truck. Hopping out he hoofed it to his place to see if his roommate was there but it seemed she hadn't gotten home and her cell was rolling straight to voicemail. Genuinely worried, Gideon tried to reach his brothers but only his younger brother picked up and that call ended abruptly with a shout. He tried again to reach him but couldn't get through. He ended up trying to see if he could find his best friend at her job but the chaos there was just as thick and ultimately he was herded into a shelter with a large group of people when the National Guard swept through to try and restore order.
Gideon stayed for all of a week before things eventually deteriorated to the point that it was safer outside than in. He and a small group forced their way out onto the streets with very limited supplies and makeshift weapons and looked for a defensible place they could establish as their own, however, the city was just too over run and the group was forced to look for less populated areas. Over the the next few months the group would gradually be picked off, one by one. Zombies, other groups, and at the end each other... eventually the fear just got to them all and they made stupid decisions. Gideon survived by his own wits and tried his best to keep those with him alive, but somehow the remainder of his group has turned out to be a few people who weren't even a part of the original group. It saddens him to realize that he's lost so many but he's not ready to die so he keeps his head up, his eyes open, and keeps moving, taking things one day at a time. Sexuality :
HeteroSexual On's and Offs : Matches players
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