Nightmare in Grey

Hey all. I'm Gideon, your other administrator. Mistress if you will.

I have come to realise that while a lot of you may know about me via the forums (RPGFO and our brief interlude on Proboards) but you don't have any idea who I really am. I think that we're a close enough little knit group of people, a family if you will (I prefer the terminology of 'pack') so I think ya'll may get a kick out of me sharing some of my past with you, something I don’t normally do.


Born on 29th July, 1987 to one Colin and one Karen. My middle name is Lenai. My mother fucked off when I was ten weeks old, so Dad raised me on his own. We were dirt poor and the five years that I had alone with my Dad were the best five years of my life.

My step mother came along when I was five, and she was with Dad for two years before they decided to get married. At age seven, I set the date for their wedding, and almost lost their wedding ring. But I recovered it without incident. I was happy for Dad, but a little hesitant, because I knew that she’d be the focus for him now, not me. I dealt with it though.

Things went off without incident til I was about nine. Then she turned into a fucking cow. Things steadily got worse. I left home about three times, two of those times spending time on the streets, where I met the most wonderful man I have met to this date. My friend T. They called him Mr. T because he looked like Mr. T of the A Team. His real name was St. Valentine. Only his mother and I could call him that without being thumped.

By the time I was 16, I had lost 14 people in my life, and 12 of those were from violent deaths. 4 of those 14 deaths were suicide, 2 were car accidents, 6 were murder and two were natural deaths of family members. Of those 14, I was present at the time of death for 9 of them. The six murders, the two car accidents and one suicide. I tell you, it really puts things in perspective for you when you have to pick your friends brains off your shoes, or when you have to stop traffic to stop them running over your friends body while you check for her pulse.

Over time I’ve picked up a fair bit of money. A lot of money, to be honest, and it’s allowed me many opportunities in regards to travel, and sports. I get paid to play football, do acrobatics and dance. Money, however, slowly runs out, and its done that, especially after my property ventures while in Africa. Now, I’m in debt. Woo hoo!

I’m currently bulking up and training to get into fitness modelling, so I’m looking a little more round in my photos then I usually am. I’m 5’4” and have done many jobs in my time, including shark feeding, promotions work (which I’m doing now), secretary, assistant to a coroner (medical examiner) and a teacher. I’m a few months off turning 21, but I’m much older then my years. I’ve got rich dark brown hair, and bright green eyes that still amaze people. Half the time they don’t believe I’m not wearing contacts. I’m not a huge fan of wearing makeup, but I love dark, smokey eye make-up because it makes my eyes stand out and look amazing. Yes, I’m very curvy, and it makes it a little difficult to meet decent men actually, considering most don’t get past how big my breasts are. I have a brain and I’m wonderfully intelligent.

I’m also a sociopath. I’m incredibly violent and most would call me rather primal. I love knives, guns, fighting and fucking. However, I can lock that portion of my brain away and turn into a real sweetheart. They sociopath only comes out when I get backed into a corner.

The first time I ran away from home, when I finally was brought back by the police my parents sent me to a psychiatrist. He said that I should be locked away where I couldn’t see daylight because I would grow up to be a danger to myself and to others. He was right. I have been a danger to myself, and in the grips of suffering very bad depression and some experimentation with drugs, I tried to kill myself several times. I almost succeeded once, but my father saved me. I’ve been shot, stabbed, injected, endured beatings with fists and other objects, and more serious and shocking types of abuse over my time, starting from age 4. I’ve even died and been pronounced clinically dead. I’ve had to go in for brain scans every three or four months from the accident, but that stopped as of three years ago. My brain activity is normal, thankfully.

Despite all this, I’ve become a rather wonderful person, level headed and very intelligent despite what people said would happen to me. I’m a pretty happy girl, very loving and very loyal.

I guess that is me in a nutshell. Oh, my alter ego, Gideon, emerged somewhere around age 14, when I met T. It was he who gave me the nickname, and in his honour, I carry it.

ELLO ELLO Gideon Welcome....

Heh, welcome's aren't necessary darlings thank you. I've been lurking here since it opened, helping Michael. Just been lazy hehe.

WELCOME GIDEON! Ha... you couldn't have stopped that.... I've never welcomed you to anything so I take it as my right to welcome you... especially when I techniqually joined the orginal forums first

*offers a cuddle* I just really feel like a cuddle today... dunno why... don't hold it against me

Thanks Michael. I have a theory. If I can't kill me, then no one else should be able to either. I mean, being with T the night of his death almost killed me and by rights it should have. I think the only reason I'm still alive is because the guys who killed him though that the bullet had killed me too.

Hello Mojo darling *smooches*

Thanks UA. You can cuddle whenever you want. *cuddles*

*Cuddles Gideona dn refuses to even touch RC and gives him the evils* *Grins* No touchy touchy!

Come now Unknown, you know how I like my family.. One big cuddle pile.

-Pops up.- What about meeee..?

But you don't know where that ones been! Look at him.... he's obviously nearly as crazy as myself and that alone should ahve everyone running for the hills!

Everyone can join in.

Come now Unknown... We all know I'm the most psychotic on here.

*Looks doubtful* Hmmm.... doubt it...

*catches Mojo in a hug* Come here you.. *plants a big kiss and drags her into the middle of the puppy pile*

You know, normally, we're all naked for puppy piles...

Nice to meet you Lin! Come 'ere! *drags into puppy pile*

O.O Naked?? -Moves closer.-

Very naked.

What, do I just take my clothes off?

What was I supposed to put clothes on for this, to start with? *Stares at his lack of clothes* and then take them off later?.... opps I just don't wear any... so inconvenient putting them on and taking them off... I just don't bother... here atleast =D

Hahahaha *mollests all involved*

If I'm ever at home, I don't wear clothes. So most of the time when I'm posting, or if you're talking to me on msn I'm naked.