Name: Gideon Alfred Murray
Meaning of Name: Gideon: Great Warrior. Alfred: Elf, Counsel. Murray: Lord and Master.
Nickname(s):
Age: 20s (Old Earth)
Birthday: July 15
Species/Nationality: Mutant, American
Accent: Yes
Language spoken: English,
Powers:
Mutant Physiology:
Mutated Human Physiology
Reality Mutation
Universal Physiology:
Universal Embodiment (Limited)
Reality Warping
Reality Shifting (Limited)
Chinese Zodiac Monkey: Shapeshifting
Season Manipulation
Planetary System Destruction
Limited Capability Retention
Supreme Mon:
Vikemon:
Weapon Summoning: Viking Style ax + Ax Proficiency
Bazooka Howl
Gaogamon:
Spiral Blow
Super Dash Double Claw
Deino:
Thief
Headbutt
Thunderwave
Messiah:
Salvation
Fire Attacks
Status Buff Removal
Pansear:
Poison Breath
Power Recycling
Numel:
Earth Mimicry
Geokinetic Immunity
Melting
Esoteric Magma Manipulation
Azelf:
Energy Telepathy
Empathic Inundation
Dream Weaponry
Force-Field Telekinesis
Nether Attacks
Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Coronary artery disease, May have unstable DNA, Mutant Slayer, Vulnerable to Universe Destruction, Weak to Fey's, Weak to Ice, Weak to Dark powers, Weak to Stone powers, Weakness to water, Unknown disease, Intermittent explosive disorder, Tic Disorder, Depersonalization-derealization disorder,
Pet: Porcupine (Juliana, Female), Hedgehog (Raimo, Male), Anteater (Nova, Female), Hamster (, Female), Monkey (Onni, Male), Snake (Leigh, Male), Starfish (Gwenhael, Male), Chameleon (Yancy, Male),
Occupation: Medical Student, Circus employee,
Faceclaim: Alexander Pettyfer
Description: Blond hair, green eyes. Body is covered in scars. When he is transformed from his monster DNA he grows a long black tail with a thin spades like shape at the end of it. He grows black fur with red fur spots on his back. His ears become rounded. His skin is pale, and an unnatural white inhuman color. He has red hair that formed into the shape of a flame. A crown grows around his head with jewels forming in it. Golden tear marks appear stretching beneath his golden eyes. His hands then form claws at the fingertips.
Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Likes to wear loose comfortable clothing. A Crystal Staff: It was created for typical use and is a legendary weapon. It is 76 inches/1.93m long, octagonal, and made of excellent quality crystal. It is decorated with a tassel at the end. It is heavy, and is best used for blocking. Can be summoned, has the power to help him focus on his powers. Can only be wielded by him.
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 180
Body Build: Lean/Athletic
Backstory/Background:
Gideon is born as the only child of Crispin Murray, the second, and youngest child of the notable and wealthy family of Drakon Murray. Being the grandson of such a man it was to be expected of him to one day be part of the medical franchise the Murray’s had long been a part of. But, this would not be Gideon’s future. One day, not long after his birth, he would be stolen from his family. They would be unable to find the baby. But Gideon would be found in a desert, and then he would be sent to live in an orphanage.
At this orphanage Gideon would regularly be abused, beaten most of the time, earning many of his scars during these days. He would never get adopted out. As he grew older Gideon would also begin to act out. As a teenager he would start smoking weed and become more rebellious toward the staff at the orphanage. Because of this behavior, those at the orphanage would later accuse him of acting unstable. Ultimately getting him locked up in a psychiatric hospital. For some years after this Gideon would remain in this hospital.
As he had been kept prisoner he would later learn that he was, as many others in the hospital, being experimented on. His genetics would be spliced with many genetics of other creatures, seven other creatures, to be exact. Over these years Gideon and others would be taken advantage of. But one day, as his abilities finally are awakening, both those from his birth and the experiments, he manages to create and escape from the hospital. Taking the chance at freedom Gideon flees the hospital and enters a new world all together, as it has changed a lot since he was locked up.
Also he realizes that he is not only going to be hunted down and potentially returned to the hospital. But as he is trying to escape he learns that the entflee’s, only to find that the hospital is placed on an island. Going to the shore of the island Gideon searches it for a way out, knowing that he will soon be found if he doesn’t get off the island.
As he is searching the shore a man comes to him from the sea, he hands over a crystal staff and claims that it was always meant to be Gideon's. And that it is bound to him to wield. Making him one of those destined for one of the mythical legendary weapons that have been spoken about throughout history. Gideon is informed that with the staff he will help to protect the world. The being then goes on to tell him he has family. But before they can finish helping him, shots are fired in their direction and the being has left. Not having time to think about all of this, Gideon dives into the ocean, swimming from the shore of the island in hopes to remain free.
Later, washing up on the shore of a New York beach, Gideon wanders into a suburban area where he runs into a recruiter for a circus nearby, looking for freaks and other acts for their circus. He also learns more about the organizations that have been keeping him captive and had been experimenting on him. That they are part of the groups that are also currently fighting the war that is destroying the world. Gideon also comes across, after much pursuit, Raegan, the ringmaster of the circus that keeps bothering him to join them. After a talk with them he agrees to join their circus. There he begins to work and makes a life for himself among the other misfits in the area, finally having a place he feels like he fits in at.
(Work In Progress)
Personality:
Captivating, Painstaking, Well-rounded, Good-Natured, Attractive, Tasteful, Mature, Hardworking, Chummy, Guileless, Strict, Determined, Amusing, Folksy, Rowdy, Provocative, Lazy, Steely,
Quirks/Savvies/Other: Smokes a lot of weed, Prone to indiscretions, Believes charities are a scam and refuses to donate to any, Prone to vocal fry, Finger taps when he’s nervous, Holds grudges, Races his car on the weekends, Always has good posture, Prone to muttering when he’s bored, Prone to excessive snacking, Always takes the window seat, Takes stupid bets for small amounts of money, Annoyed by dragons, Skills: Fishing, Ballet Dancing, Playing Violin, Camping, Runes, Programming, Great Rubber Band Aim, Smooth Talking, Paper Cutting, Marksmanship, Haggling, Improvision, Time Management, Good at guessing passcodes, Hobbies: Science, Following Celebrities, Gnoming, Weightlifting, Engraving, Playing Chess, Boxing, Trolling on the internet, Gambling, Scrapbooking, Karaoke, Cue Sports, Sudoku, Mini Golf, Parkour, Dice Making, Martial Arts,
Likes: Going outside, Vinyl Records, Wearing Socks, Death Metal, Stained Glass, Art, Ants, Watching TV, Comedy Podcasts, Sick Skateboard Moves, Music, People Watching, Snow Globes, Drinking, Glam Rock, Strategy Games, Writing Fanfiction, Soundtrack Music, Make-Up, Meditating, Foggy Weather, Making Pottery, Trains, Anime, Action Figures, Online Roleplaying, Mustaches, Crafting, Buddy Cop Movies, Drawing, Waking up Late, Overcast Weather, Umbrellas,
Dislikes: Fungi, Heights, Blanket Forts, Baseball, Ice Skating, Getting a BJ, Thanksgiving, Books, Fireplaces, Danger, Haunted Houses, The color Brown, The sensation of Heavy Bass, Seashells, Chalk, Practical Jokes, Lost Civilizations, History Documentaries, Running, Vocaloid, Washi Tape, Crescent Moons, Light Snow, Collecting Things,
Fears: No Fears
Personality Tests:
Other: Cancer,
Parent(s):
-> Father: Crispin Murray
-> Mother:
Sibling(s): None
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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one of the things that i think we should pay attention to, socially, about the disney v. desantis thing is that it is really highlighting the importance of remembering nuance.
in a purely neutral sense, if you engage in something problematic, that does not mean you are necessarily agreeing with what makes it problematic. and i am worried that we have become... so afraid of any form of nuance.
disney isn't my friend, they're a corporate monopoly that bastardized copyright laws for their own benefit, ruin the environment, and abuse their workers (... and many other things). this isn't a hypothetical for me - i grew up in florida. i also worked for the actual Walt Disney World; like, in the parks. i am keenly aware of the ways they hurt people, because they hurt me. i fully believe that part of the reason florida is so conservative is because it's been an "open secret" for years now that disney lobbies the government to keep minimum wage down, and i know they worked hard to keep the parks unmasked and open during the worst parts of Covid. they purposefully keep their employees in poverty. they are in part responsible for the way the floridian government works.
desantis is still, by a margin that is frankly daunting, way worse. the alternative here isn't just "republicans win", it's actual fascism.
in a case like this, where the alternative is to allow actual fascism into united states legislation - where, if desantis wins, there are huge and legal ramifications - it's tempting to minimize the harm disney is also doing, because... well, it's not fascism. but disney isn't the good guy, either, which means republicans are having a field day asking activists oh, so you think their treatment of their employees is okay?
we have been trained there is a right answer. you're right! you're in the good group, and you're winning at having an opinion.
except i have the Internet Prophecy that in 2-3 months, even left-wing people will be ripping apart activists for having "taken disney's side". aren't i an anti-capitalist? aren't i pro-union? aren't i one of the good ones? removed from context and nuance (that in this particular situation i am forced to side with disney, until an other option reveals itself), my act of being like "i hope they have goofy rip his throat out onstage, shaking his lifeless body like a dog toy" - how quickly does that seem like i actually do support disney?
and what about you! at home, reading this. are you experiencing the Thought Crime of... actually liking some of the things disney has made? your memories of days at the parks, or of good movies, or of your favorite show growing up. maybe you are also evil, if you ever enjoyed anything, ever, at all.
to some degree, the binary idealization/vilification of individual motive and meaning already exists in the desantis case. i have seen people saying not to go to the disney pride events because they're cash grabs (they are). i've seen people saying you have to go because they're a way to protest. there isn't a lot of internet understanding of nuance. instead it's just "good show of support" or "evil bootlicking."
this binary understanding is how you can become radicalized. when we fear nuance and disorder, we're allowing ourselves the safety of assuming that the world must exist in binary - good or bad, problematic or "not" problematic. and unfortunately, bigots want you to see the world in this binary ideal. they want you to get mad at me because "disney is taking a risk for our community but you won't sing their praises" and they want me to get mad at you for not respecting the legit personal trauma that disney forced me through.
in a grander scheme outside of disney: what happens is a horrific splintering within activist groups. we bicker with each other about minimal-harm minimal-impact ideologies, like which depiction of bisexuality is the most-true. we gratuitously analyze the personal lives of activists for any sign they might be "problematic". we get spooked because someone was in a dog collar at pride. we wring our hands about setting an empty shopping mall on fire. we tell each other what words we may identify ourselves by. we get fuckin steven universe disk horse when in reality it is a waste of our collective time.
the bigots want you to spend all your time focusing on how pristine and pretty you and your interests are. they want us at each other's throats instead of hand in hand. they want to say see? nothing is ever fucking good enough for these people.
and they want their followers to think in binary as well - a binary that's much easier to follow. see, in our spaces, we attack each other over "proper" behavior. but in bigoted groups? they attack outwards. they have someone they hate, and it is us. they hate you, specifically, and you are why they have problems - not the other people in their group. and that's a part of how they fucking keep winning.
some of the things that are beloved to you have a backbone in something terrible. the music industry is a wasteland. the publishing industry is a bastion of white supremacy. video games run off of unpaid labor and abuse.
the point of activism was always to bring to light that abuse and try to stop it from happening, not to condemn those who engage in the content that comes from those industries. "there is no ethical consumption under late capitalism" also applies to media. your childhood (and maybe current!) love of the little mermaid isn't something you should now flinch from, worried you'll be a "disney adult". wanting the music industry to change for the better does not require that you reject all popular music until that change occurs. you can acknowledge the harm something might cause - and celebrate the love that it has brought into your life.
we must detach an acknowledgment of nuance from a sense of shame and disgust. we must. punishing individual people for their harmless passions is not doing good work. encouraging more thoughtful, empathetic consumption does not mean people should feel ashamed of their basic human capacities and desires. it should never have even been about the individual when the corporation is so obviously the actual evil. this sense that we must live in shame and dread of our personal nuances - it just makes people bitter and hopeless. do you have any idea how scared i am to post this? to just acknowledge the idea of nuance? that i might like something nuanced, and engage in it joyfully? and, at the same time, that i'm brutally aware of the harm that they're doing?
"so what do i do?" ... well, often there isn't a right answer. i mean in this case, i hope mickey chops off ron's head and then does a little giggle. but truth be told, often our opinions on nuanced subjects will differ. you might be able to engage in things that i can't because the nuance doesn't sit right with me. i might think taylor swift is a great performer and a lot of fun, and you might be like "raquel, the jet fuel emissions". we are both correct; neither of us have any actual sway in this. and i think it's important to remember that - the actual scope of individual responsibility. like, i also love going to the parks. Thunder Mountain is so fun. you (just a person) are not responsible for the harm that Disney (the billion dollar corporation) caused me. i don't know. i think it's possible to both enjoy your memories and interrogate the current state of their employment policies.
there is no right way to interrogate or engage with nuance - i just hope you embrace it readily.
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