[hider=Gideon So] [hr] [center][img]https://c.stocksy.com/a/9EA700/z9/1707613.jpg[/img] [url=https://fontmeme.com/dont-doubt-the-god-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190129/13171e9f1b5621b76cc02e155ec05c35.png[/img][/url] [h2][b]Gideon So[/b][/h2][i]Gideon was raised by FOB Korean parents, in a strict Christian household, but could never feel himself melding with his parents’ ideas of what they wanted him to be. While he wasn’t a terrible child, he minded them and did well in school, he never was quite on the same page as them. When he hit his teen years, the differences between he and his parents came to a head, and after a few stressful months or arguments over his future and career, Gideon finally left home 3 months before his eighteenth birthday. You see, Gideon’s parents had always hoped he’d be some predictable, boring doctor or lawyer or something of that measure, but Gideon always had more exciting prospects for himself. Perhaps he’d join the military to see the world, an idea his parents liked, but he figured the rules and restrictions would be too stifling. He wanted more [b]fun[/b]. Soon enough, Gideon figured out he didn’t really know what he wanted to do at all, but as people usually do, he needed money. He found most jobs boring, but being a bike courier was a breath of fresh air for him. It was active, out in the bustling city, and most of all, it was fun. So, for a few years now, he’s been couriering packages across the city, while trying to figure out what he really wants to do, but, he’s not made much progress. At least he’s having fun. [/i][/center] [hr] [u][b]Physical Traits[/b][/u] Gideon is fairly short, standing at 5’6’’ but after a few years of cycling, has developed prominent calves and legs. While not exactly shredded, his upper body is still fairly toned, and he has obviously tan lines from all his time in the sun. His hair is growing out, getting long all around. Soon enough, he’ll have enough going to have a sweet man bun going. When on his bike, Gideon is usually wearing a wide assortment of different clothes, sunglasses and helmets, usually a mismatched array of colors, mostly just to fit the weather. When off his bike, Gideon likes to just hang around in sweats and basketball shorts at home, but more fashionable, light techwear style clothing when out on the town. [b][u]Full Name[/u][/b] Gideon So [b][u]Gender[/u][/b] Male [u][b]Ethnicity[/b][/u] Korean-American [b][u]Sexuality[/u][/b] Heterosexual [b][u]Age[/u][/b] 22 [b][u]Motives[/u][/b] Mostly, Gideon is just trying to get the most out of life. He’s not quite sure where sees himself in the next twenty years or so, but he just wants to make sure the trip there is fun. Of course, he knows he needs to find something to really mete out a living further down the line, but he’s not at all discontent with where he’s at currently. As much as he’d hate to admit it, Gideon would prefer to get rid of all the animosity between he and his parents. The fact that they’re on such bad terms bothers him a lot, and it’s something of a sensitive topic for him. [b][u]Occupation[/u][/b] Bike Courier [hr] [hider] Today had been a particularly shitty day, hadn’t it? With rain soaking every inch of clothing he owned, Gideon leaned up against the cool concrete wall of the convenience store he’d just shopped in, finding little comfort sitting on small ledge at the bottom of the same wall. Stretching his legs up so far felt nice, but, just about as nice as the usual lactic acid burn could feel, really. All the water he drank just made him crave something more sugary and artificially flavored with every sip, but he’d never shred the left over baby fat he had if he kept indulging himself every chance he had. At the very least, the cold water helped him not feel so sapped from the suffocating humidity that blanketed him that day. [color=orchid]”D’ya think that God just likes raining on this city in particular? As, like, a big fuck you to us for existing, or something?”[/color] David, the other courier standing against a post in front of Gideon finally broke the silence between sips of his own water bottle. [color=orange]”Couldn’t tell ya, David. I’m not exactly privy to God’s thought process or anything like that. I just deliver shit, man.”[/color] [color=orchid]”You even believe in God, G?”[/color] [color=orange]”Thought I did,”[/color] Gideon began to rise and grunt on his words as he rose,[color=orange]”but, I realized that it didn’t really matter to me, right? My parents were freaks over that shit, woke up and went to sleep reciting prayers, sent me to Sunday school, all that. Despite it all, I just never really got into it.”[/color] [color=orchid]”Soo…. You’re an athiest?”[/color] Gideon let out an exasperated sigh, as David laughed jokingly. [color=orange]”I guess, man, if that’s what you wanna call me. I just don’t take the time to think about it.”[/color] [color=orchid]”You don’t ever think you might need him? I mean, traffic is getting worse by the day around this place, one day you might end up through some guy’s windshield, it wouldn’t help to have the big Arab Jew in sky on your side, ya know.”[/color] [color=orange]”Pfft, how do you even know he’s human, dude? He could be a big… dream catcher or some shit like that.”[/color] David let out a chortle. [color=orchid]C’mon, I can’t go around these locals talking like that. They get mad anytime I even [i]imply[/i] that Jesus wasn’t white. They’s probably start the crusades again if I said some shit like ‘dreamcatcher’.[/color] Gideon chuckled. [color=orange]”Yeah? Well, maybe then God would be too busy smiting our smartasses instead of pouring rain on us.”[/color] David, who has mounted his bicycle and rolled over near the road, simply replied with a chuckle and “Shiiiiet.” before he pressed his pedal down and got his momentum going down the street. Gideon chuckled, and slid his helmet back on, fastening the strap. He could feel his cold, wet clothing with a renewed obviousness, as finally standing up made everything slide and shift around. He poured the remainder of his water into the bottle on his cycle, and tossed the other bottle in a recycling bin before mounting his bike. As he slowly made his way back into the bike lane, he took in a deep breath of the thick, humid air, and then took off. Of all things, Gideon was still thinking about God. His parents had been so fervent with their teachings of the Bible when he was a kid, he was genuinely surprised that he hadn’t ended up fanaticals like they were. He knew that forcing children into religious studies often made kids turn away from them even faster than they could even become acquainted with it all. Maybe, one day, God would help he and his parent’s bond again. If anything was going to work, it’d probably have to be him. [/hider] [/hider] here's my thingy