Gideon Lorenzo Diaz
Space Elite! 21!
Rebellious! Inquisitive! Impetuous!
Gideon Diaz was born January 1, 2209 to a somewhat wealthy family. He lived on the Centra Station, a place that was both a safe haven, and a prison. At birth, they received an unbreakable band around their arm that identified them as Station Residents. He loved the surface, so much so that he managed to make frequent trips down, but the accursed band bound to his left arm made friendship a rare commodity. His parents were scientists, or rather inventors, who worked to make surface life bearable. They’d invented UV shielded clothing and re-breathers to make breathing on the surface easier. Lorenzo wanted something more. He wanted a way for Surfacers to integrate with the more privileged people of the Cities and Station. His inability to conform to the expectations of his parents and the strict rules of the Station government put him at odds with many people. Around the time of his seventeenth birthday, he was exiled. An outburst directed towards a higher official earned him exile and a one-way trip to the surface.
Using the few items he was allowed to bring with him, such as some of the latest UV cloaks and compact re-breathers, he managed to survive. The first few months were a struggle, and for a time he thought he would not make it. It was not until he met a group of Nomadic people that he learned to truly live off of the barren lands. Now, he lives an almost solitary life, only crossing paths with other people when he needed supplies. The riches that one finds while traveling through the once prosperous cities turned ruins are enormous. His parents sent him to the finest schools they could and he grew to become a very mechanically inclined individual. On the surface where there were plentiful, albeit degraded, materials that he used for shelter and even his proudest achievement, a hovercraft.
While he had grown comfortable living on the surface, there were still many things he craved. Human companions were hard to come by. While he was scarcely accepted by the few tribes he made contact with, he was still an outcast. The metal band on his arm was his punishment and curse. They refused to remove it, marking him as an outcast. His resentment grew to a begrudging sense of gratitude. Being left alone made it easier to survive. He did not have to depend or care for anyone but himself. He missed his few friends from the Station. He especially missed Chloe, his closest friend for several years, and his only regret about having to leave the station. Nevertheless, he understood that being an exile on the Surface meant never being able to see her again. Yet, he still looked to the sky for the tell tale sign of the space station, a bright pulsing light, static over the surface of the earth.
Standing just at six feet with dirty blonde hair and blue gray eyes, Gideon is an impressive figure. His life on the surface has given him an athletic physique and something many Surfacers call ‘perpetual filth.’ Unable to access running water make hygiene an issue. Nevertheless, this has not prevented him from staying clean, though who knows how. While living a solitary life has diminished his people skills, he still manages to get along with those he meets. The few people who are good friends with him will tell you that he is a good friend, and a better ally when you’re in need.
Alex Pettyfer! PM !Central! Nineteen! Gideon!
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