Gideon Saldares
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[edit] Vital Statistics
Nation: Lequall
Rank: Head Assassin (Hoplon Guard)
Age: 40
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs.
[edit] Personality
The Head Assassin of the Hoplon Guard is extremely reserved. He is very quiet in all facets of his interactions with others, saying no more than needs to be said, and often less than that. He has a sharp mind, but prefers to not think about things, leaving them until he needs to deal with them. As a result, he appears quite lazy. He is loyal to his duty, however, and will pursue any assignment unwaveringly until it is successful. He respects the Grand Marshal, all the Marshals, Asvaen, and the other three Ores, and though he doesn't show it as well as others, is very proud to be a Lequallian.
[edit] Appearance
Gideon's physical build is ideal—right in between the extremes. His height is average; for his size, his weight is equally normal. He is physically fit, yet with little muscle tone. His body is built for finesse, the perfect quality for one who handles a bow. He has a neatly kept head of brown hair and dark eyes, nearly black, that always appear weary yet alert. As a member of the Hoplon Guard, his uniform is golden with interwoven purple. He wears a gold tunic with loose sleeves, a white undershirt, and goldenrod pants several shades darker. He has no party affiliation, and therefore, no extra accessories. His face is slightly thin, with no wrinkles.
[edit] Biography
Gideon Saldares was born to a pair of average Lequallian parents in a small town in far eastern Lequall, on the edge of the Shieldland. The town itself, called Hercein by those who knew of it, was dangerously close to the Battle Marshes, though while Gideon was a young child the extreme tensions the region would come to be known for had not fostered to their peak yet. As remote as Hercein was, supplies did not arrive often from those who controlled them; as a result, the town's men had become accustomed to hunting the many animals living nearby for a constant supply of food. The region, particularly their small area, was not as proficient in magic as the scientists in the south, and bows were readily available. Skilled archers arose in Hercein, which led to Gideon learning to use a bow from a young age; as he got older, he would regularly fine-tune his accuracy while feathering animals that tried to run.
Remote as Hercein was, they did not often send their boys to the Agoge, and Gideon was the same case. Instead, he grew up living a normal—though unusual by Lequallian standards—life in the east, needing only his town and a bow. Around his twentieth birthday, the activities of the morphs just over the border in the Battle Marshes began to pick up, and from time to time, they would spill over into Hercein. Gideon would stand with the other men to pick them off as they did so, fearing an attack. It took several waves of killed morphs before they began to realize what was happening and tried to claim the town. Again, Gideon would stand, letting arrow after arrow fly into the skulls and chests of the heretic creations.
Annoying and hard as it was protecting the town, Gideon never felt reason to complain, for he loved Hercein and he was proficient enough in the use of a bow that he never felt in danger as long as there was a quiver by his side. For five years, life continued in that manner, but eventually, the morphs' activities picked up again, and for some reason, the amount of Morphomancers in the disillusioned and inherently evil Illyria began to increase—as they did, so did the number of their morphs. Their hostilities towards Lequall grew, and soon larger waves would attempt to break the Shieldland's border, clawing their way to Hercein. Each time, he would spill his arrows into their numbers, his skills with a bow and arrow increasing even further along the way. Each time, however, it got harder, and finally, he had had enough.
More boys had been born to the town during the period, and they were growing to become fearsome fighters in their own right. Feeling it his duty, and sure they would continue his job and keep Hercein safe, Gideon departed with his quiver and a bow, bound for Illovendial. He had had enough of Illyrian morphs harassing Lequall, and he intended to find a niche in the National Guard where he could put a stop to it.
Though they were soulless and inhuman, the fact remained that Gideon had been killing for years, and the experience had hardened him. When he joined up, his superiors immediately noticed this, and he was designated for hard kills on each mission he was assigned to. His proficiency earned him a couple of good promotions as he worked. Growing up in a small town far from the main civilization of Lequall, Gideon was shy and reserved, and though his commanders noticed this, they hardly cared—he did his job excellently, either way. Thirteen years passed, and Gideon was transformed into a veteran assassin. The ranks of the National Guard had not changed in their organization, however, and his talents were not completely utilized.
Then came the formation of an elite squad of men that the Marshals themselves were overseeing and planned to draw from. The group was sure to have need of a few good killers, and Gideon immediately received word. He had had connections to the man who was designated to lead the squad, deemed the Hoplon Guard, Asvaen Dastient, since his late twenties, and Asvaen wasted no time in placing Gideon in a seat of power within the HG as soon as the Silencing Branch was created.
[edit] Combat Statistics
Sniper (#12)
Weapon Levels: Bows - A
