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Giddeon

"I love money."

Basic Information

Race	Dwarven
Class	Politician
Age	Senior
Eye color	Blue
Height	4'6"
Body shape	Bulbous
Birthplace	Dornogol
Residence	Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms
Relationship status	Single
Universe	World of Warcraft

Personality traits

Positive traits	Autonomous. Philanthropic. Proactive.
Negative traits	Impulsive. Depressed. Sleazy.
Loves	Socializing. Meditation. Security. Gnomish technology. Sailing.
Likes	Crochet. Bubble baths. Candle lit dinners. Stargazing. Dancing. Saxophones. Gardening. Weight lifting. The bird people. Compassion.
Dislikes	Antiques. Martial arts. Parkour. Geese. Smoking. Exaggerations. His own jealousy. Patronization. Flamboyancy. Speeches.
Hates	Heights. Instability. Neediness. Competition. Recycling.

Thought patterns

— Giddeon tends to go into a cycle of manic highs and depressive lows. His cycle is usually weeks or months of a manic high, including points of entering a manic psychosis. This quickly follows with a depressive crash that usually lasts several weeks, if not longer depending on what his current mental anchor is.

— Giddeon's manic psychosis normally includes a very high self importance in other people's lives. His wealth fuels this delusion of his as people will give into him for what he has to offer.

— Giddeons depressive crash includes slipping from psychosis, with a realization that he truly is lonely and people seem to only gravitate towards him when he has something to provide. Giddeon flies too close to the sun.

— Giddeon will often feel as if he is unlovable because of his aging exterior and his erratic manic narrative. Current day Giddeon is leery of new relationships but his mania pushes him to take the risk of getting burned.

— In a neutral state, Giddeon can come off as supportive, charitable, kind, and funny. However, maintaining this neutral state of mind is often difficult given Giddeons rash thought patterns.

— He comes off as desperate in a scenario that involves an aspiring romantic partner.

Personality gauge

Chaotic		Lawful
Forgiving		Vindictive
Altruistic		Selfish
Truthful		Deceitful
Gentle		Brutal
Superstitious		Rational

Spellbook

Giddeon is not trained in any sort of combat sense. He does not know how to fend for himself if provoked.

Backstory

From Riches to Riches

Giddeon had it easy. With his mom popping him out of the womb, he was wrapped in a gold fleeced blanket, only to drink pasteurized milk from a bottle, a rarity in his land.

As a child, Giddeon was put through private schooling. If Giddeon was failing a class his parents would pay off the teachers to write him in for better grades. Giddeon got along with all the other kids because they knew he had money. Luckily for Giddeon, he wasn't a total ass. He may have flaunted all the new toys and gadgets, but he didn't let the financial wealth he had inflate his ego to the point of putting others down.

Both of his parents were co-chairmen of the Morticians Guild. A long lasting guild that banded morticians across the land originally for better working conditions, better pay, and political power. Giddeons parents often taught him small parts of the business here and there as he grew up.

Rolling Deep

A mysterious illness had spread across the lands grain supply, one that had been seen once prior. This time however, the illness wasn't raising the dead. There were lots of questions floating around because of this illness and no answers as local healers couldn't figure out how to dispel this plague.

Many commoners came knocking at the Morticians Guild door looking for answers. This wasn't a situation that they could throw money at and make disappear. Giddeons parents chose to ignore the cries for help as they couldn't do anything themselves. This backfired horrendously as the people began to rise up against both the guild as well as the government.

A large mob came running through the Mortician's Guild barracks. They found Giddeons parents and dragged them out in the street to be publically executed. Giddeon at the time was hiding within the barracks rafters.

This began a dark time for the guild.

Tunnel Vision

Giddeon swallowed his emotions and put on a straight face. Weeks later, the Morticians Guild was still leaderless. Although each mortician within the guild operates autonomously, people were beginning to question where their money was going to. Giddeon was presented with an ultimatum: either present himself as the new messiah, or leave as a pariah.

Giddeon spent a lot of time crafting letters to all of the morticians within the guild, inviting them to a townhall meeting. Still angered, the morticians were overwhelmed with work as bodies were being dropped off at their morgues non stop. The illness hadn't been eradicated and people were still looking for answers from leadership.

A light flickered in the dwarfs head. In exchange for further protection and a constant work flow, Giddeon would use his families coffers to build a centralized morgue. A place for overflow bodies to be stored as the morticians figure out how to deal with the influx from the plague. Giddeon was honest and straightforward, he couldn't make the plague disappear, but he could use the money the guild had to make life easier for members of the guild. Everyone bought into his plan.

Full Speed Ahead

Being heir to the guild, Giddeon took on the lead chairman position. Now 20 years young, he was winning hearts. The guild needed desperate expansion if it were to have full totalitarian control over the current installed government.

Giddeon made it his mission to venture out to other morticians within the land who were not in the guild and get their buy in. He had spent a lot of time traveling, building equity for the guild, all while beginning to spend the guilds coffers on fueling his own lavish life style.

Money can buy happiness, or so Giddeon thought. His early years were spent partying and sleeping around. Everyone loved Giddeon because he was quirky, funny, and had lots of money. Other guild members did not like what he was doing, but anyone that spoke out against him was often put in an unmarked grave.

Giddeon was beloved by those who wished to suck off the teet of wealth and feared by those who thought rationally.

Descending Angel

The more Giddeon grew up, the more tired he grew of the prior lifestyle he lived. He started to slow down and began to enjoy what life would accept with gold. Giddeon travelled more, he experienced the world for what it was. He began to donate his money to missions with actual causes. He even further expanded on the guild, renewing relations with those who objected him before.

What Giddeon was beginning to learn is that money cannot buy you everything. Money couldn't fix his male pattern baldness. Money couldn't fix the growing void in his heart that only a loving partner could fill. Money couldn't bring those he had offed in a fit of rage back from the beyond.

Giddeon began a slow spiral into depression. Many days were spent lounging around. He began a vigorous workout regimen that involved taking performance enhancing drugs, all to boost how attractive he looks. This only would blow back in his face when he realized no one wanted to date an ugly buff old man. Women he interacted with found him to be strange because of how erratic his dialogue could be. They found him to be disgusting because of his drug use. This crippled the aging man.

To this day, Giddeon is a husk of what he never was. He believes he's a washed up freak who can't be loved. Giddeon is incredibly good at hiding these emotions, masking them with the entertaining dialogue he puts out. Most of his time is spent trying to find love, being rejected over and over, living within the definition of insanity. Giddeon is trying to live as someone who he isn't, and most can see through this thin veil he tries to protect himself with. Unfortunately, Giddeon doesn't know how to be himself as his entire life was spent molding to everyone else around him for political gain and being quirky to properly read people.

Notes

— Giddeon can play the saxophone and play it very well.

— Unable to fend for himself, Giddeon often pays mercenaries to take care of his problems.

— Has no intention of overthrowing the current monarchy. He is fine living within the means of the guild, even if the guild has more power than the current monarchy.

— His role in the Morticians Guild is administrative/political. He does not manage any of the day to day operations. He would probably vomit if he saw a rotting corpse.