Gibson

Gibson was born into a family of six children and could never get a word in at the table or anywhere else in his life. As a result of his lack of ability to be heard in his own family he developed the characteristics of not talking much at all, but if he has something important to say, or is talking about something he like or to someone he like he will talk a lot.

He loves love, he is a romantic, but his social anxiety keeps him from ever really being able to get anything like that started much less to the point he would like it to be. He is a very lonely individual and has many mental struggles with the way he looks and how he presents himself to the world around him. He is paranoid when it comes to crowds due to bad experiences as a child.

Genitals: he has a rather thick but not overly long member it's around an inch and two and a half inches thick and six inches long.

Gibson lives at home till he turned 18 at which point he joined. The galactic military and began his military duty, he gave his all in his survive and it was well rewarded he shot up the ranks due to his decisive leadership.

Planet side on O-R-56...

Gibson and his squad had just eradicated a swarm of randical roaches from a small town after searching for survivors he found [Partners Character] hidden among the rubble of what was once a home.

Gibson approached them slowly and kneels beside them and removes his helmet placing it on the rubble beneath his feet. "Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you, we have transportation into the city, if that is something you may need." He stops with a sigh and puts a hand on their shoulder, "I'm sorry, I know that means nothing at this moment, but I am," he offers the traumatized individual a hug with the simple act of opening his arms to them.