Gideon Glover

❝ And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams."an exploration of :           A troublesome rogue on the precipice of his own sanity, existing always in a balancing act.Crystal | Mateus, PST

He sings, he drinks, he wears the stink of cheap cologne and tobacco like a second skin. There is a wildness in his eyes, the look of a man with nothing to lose and the nerve to test the meaning of the phrase.He travels from here to there, struts from La Noscea to Thanalan like a king come to conquer. But do not be fooled by plastic trimmings and switchblade smiles: this man, troublesome and complex, is full of intrigue and something else, something sleepless and storied that lurks just below chameleon theatricality.See now the man cast from his own sanity, who marvels in slack silence at the depravity of his own conscience. He wears his body like a home thrown together in the night: loosely, like it could crumble at any moment, because these walls were not made to withstand what comes in the night. He dreams in futures, after all, and that is a burden that can skew even the most concrete of realities.He is an empire of haunts, a mind that does not belong to itself. When Gideon Glover looks at you, you wonder if this is true madness: fatigue, charm, an unsettling-but-thrilling fever that tumbles out after every uttered word.His is a schizophrenic union between reluctance, madness, and damnation. He has a texture to him, a map that leads to somewhere deep, full of ruins that will one day crumble. If you follow it, you’ll surely get lost along the way.

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▍ ❝  Once wanted.

Years ago, Gideon was a wanted man. He was wanted for...something. Whatever it was has been worn away by time, and you've only ever seen the one poster in that one alley in Limsa, but this is definitely the face that was on it, albeit younger. New trouble, they called him back then, back before he learned how to be quiet.

▍ ❝He's got salt for bones, always.

The sea is what molded him. Though he is a man of the land now, there was a time when his was a brackish life, one that called to the siren song of the sea. Maybe you sailed with him. Maybe you fell prey to his pirating hands--hell, maybe you're here to drag him back down to the depths, hired by the very captain that taught him the meaning of drowning.

▍ ❝What could go wrong?

You find the craze in his eyes delightful, and you want to see what he is capable of. Go ahead, offer him a job. Tell him to punch you in the face. Ask him to rob a bank with you. He's good for it— but be careful. It is often those with nothing to lose who might push you into more than you bargained for.

▍ ❝The Candyman.

Gideon's no stranger to influence. After all, a slipping mind needs an anchor, and powders and tonics and more have proven sturdy. Capable, too. Maybe you've dabbled with him in the past. Maybe you've peddled your wares to him, passing coin back and forth on more than one occasion.

Plot-Centric

▍ ❝I had a dream like this once.

He'll deny he's a prophet, but he dreams, and often those dreams spill over into reality. Maybe your face is familiar. Maybe this moment is awfully similar to another. Maybe it is what fuels the mania wrapped around all his bones. Regardless, there is something at work here, something fledgling and torturous.

▍ ❝I know you from back then.

You knew his name, maybe, in similar circles. Underbellies, mostly, but he had ambition and it showed. Information was his game. His was a name synonymous with the craft. Then one day he was suddenly the mad one, the one losing his mind, the one slipping. And then he was gone--but that doesn't mean the talent has disappeared.

▍ ❝An old flame.

Do you remember the fires during the Liberation, the ones six miles from Ala Mhigo, where prisoners and occupiers alike burned alive? They say it was a war crime, that a ghost set everything ablaze, that there were almost no survivors. But you were there, and you saw someone, and you think you just might be looking at them again.

▍ ❝Covenant.

Gideon's a body of secrets and lies, who makes deals with devils if only for the thrill of it. While Limsa's always been his haunt, there are those who swear to have seen him wandering the Shroud of late, and rumors of pacts with witches and other unsavories have surfaced.

Aisiatar Abyligeiss

Theirs is a stormy relationship, forged in a crucible of lies and betrayal. And though the waters have begun to calm between them, it is still uncertain ground they tread, rife with old angers in need of culling. With new opportunity between them, it is only a matter of time before things boil over.

Rinda'li Shalo

Though Rinda'li's distaste for Gideon is palpable, the scoundrel finds himself amused and endeared by the Witchguard's aggressive and secretive nature. He is the kind of man that he'd like to tear down to the bone and learn piece by piece, leaving nothing unturned.

Odehta Khamzov

It's messy, the business of souls. Though theirs was a story of mutual gain, it has spiraled into a love that sits hot and red on the tongue. Gideon read once that salt water could never nourish a forest, but he dwells in the garden of Doctor Khamzov regardless, haunting her down to the roots.

Rue Finch

Theirs was a life at sea, until it wasn’t. Gideon was a boy newly-orphaned when he found his way onto Finch's ship, and from there she molded him with two brackish hands. When Gideon betrayed her during a violent mutiny, Finch swore to one day drag him to the depths.

Rene Carriloux

What started as business has matured into something else, something that knocks on office doors in late hours and contemplates better ways of dying. From powders and tonics and taunts has come loyalty in the way that a sickness is loyal to its host. Rene knows that he will never be rid of the one he calls his knife in the dark, because Gideon has taken the secrets of his past without consent, and he wields them recklessly.

T'alonne Veri

Rumors abound of the witch who dreamt of the man who killed her—the man who appeared in the Shroud one day, who she led recklessly into her life. Though their future is uncertain, Gideon understands now that it was fate that tied them together, and it has no intention of unraveling.

Sino'a Njaka

Gideon holds little stock in Sino'a's claims to be nothing more than a tailor. He has seen the scars, read the demeanors, and slowly but surely the puzzle puts itself together beneath the seer's perpetual scrutiny. It is only a matter of time before the true story reveals itself in full.

"Cricket"

They were teenagers when they met, before his mind began to slip. They haunted the streets of Limsa, thieving and scheming. They were going to rule the world—the seas, the skies, all of it. Kings, the both of them. Then the Maelstrom came for them, and Gideon chose to save himself. For all these years he has assumed her dead—until, of course, her blade pressed prettily against his throat and she hissed curses into his ear.

Xinoh'a Shalo

They're kindred spirits cut from similar cloth, drawn inexorably together by the witches of the Shroud. But witches cannot for long keep the troubles of Limsans off their doorsteps, especially ones so keen on stirring pots wherever they go. Theirs is a bond that will no doubt wreak havoc on all in its path.

Ihla Lanbatal

Gideon struggles to call Ihla what she desires: "witch". After all, it is not often a witch faces the reluctances he has seen in her—a fact he was more than happy to drop into her lap before allowing her to meddle with his dreams, looking for a solution to his visions. It is why he will surely darken her doorstep again.