Lieutenant JG Maël "Gideon" Beauregard
Name Maël "Gideon" Marshall Beauregard
Position Chief Operations Officer
Rank Lieutenant JG
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 29 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 6'1" / 185cm | |
| Weight | 180 lbs / 81kg | |
| Hair Color | Blonde/Brown | |
| Eye Color | Green | |
| Physical Description | Gideon stands at 6'1" with a lean, rangy frame. He carries himself with an easy looseness. His shoulders and arms are toned, but he's not the type to brag about muscle--he looks built for endurance rather than bulk. His hair is a tousled mix of blonde and brown, sun-lightened at the edges, often worn slightly long and pushed back casually--a style that always seems to appear windblown. He will sometimes tuck a loose strand behind his ear without thinking. His eyes are a bright and lively green. He always seems to be scanning the room for the next interesting detail. They carry warmth and curiosity in equal measure. There is a thin, pale scar intersecting his right eyebrow. He speaks with a soft Louisiana drawl. Its warm and rolling cadence can disarm even the grumpiest crewmate. For his relatively young age, laugh lines have started to form around his eyes. |
Family
| Father | Unknown | |
| Mother | Véronique Beauregard | |
| Other Family | Charles Beauregard (maternal grandfather) Lauraine Beauregard (nee Melancon) (maternal grandmother) |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Gideon moves through the world the way a river cuts through lowlands: creeping, cautious, but always finding a way forward. On the surface, he's easygoing and good-natured, a man who carries warmth in his bones. He has a talent for making people feel at ease whether it be a ready grin, a quick joke, or a quiet, attentive ear when it matters most. He jokes that he was born curious and never grew out of it. As a boy, he'd tear apart environmental systems and library books with equal enthusiasm--all driven by a restless urge to know how things work and why people do what they do. That same curiosity became sharpened by experience, and that serves him quite well as a Starfleet officer. Gideon tends to navigate conflict with humour first, cutting tension before it has a chance to find root. But beneath the easy charm is a watchful mind and a stubborn loyalty that will never waver once given. He believes in earning trust through small, steady acts rather than grand gestures. Despite his laid-back nature, he doesn't shy from hard work. He grew up watching his mother sacrifice nearly everything for him, and he carries that quiet lesson forward--show up, do the job right, and take care of the people around you. He's quick to lend a hand, whether it's fixing a fried replicator or sitting up all night with a crewmate who can't sleep. If there's a fault to be found, it's in how much he shoulders on his own. He'd rather deflect with a joke than admit he's struggling, and there are truths he holds close to the chest, including the knowledge of his father's identity--something he has not shared with anyone. Not even his own mother. He enjoys simple pleasures: a good meal or a quiet hour on the water. Music seems to drift in and out of his life. He is proficient with the guitar and piano. Gideon has an old-Earth Southern charm that flows out of him in all forms of communications. While he respects rank and title, he will attempt to abscond with nicknames for others, including: buddy, partner, ace, champ, pal, cap, boss, amigo, slick, etc. At his very core, Gideon is defined by motion. It is the need to learn, to fix, to move forward. And to make sure no one gets left behind. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | Strengths: -Resourceful and adaptive -Innate curiosity -Steady under pressure -Loyal to a fault Weaknesses: -Overextends himself -Holds his pain close -Reckless curiosity -Struggles with authority he doesn't respect |
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| Ambitions | Gideon doesn't talk much about ambition. He's not the sort to draw up a five-year plan or chase pips just to see them on his collar. But under the easy grin and the offhand jokes, there's a quiet, steady drive that guides him. He wants to know everything there is to know about keeping a ship alive--every relay, every bypass, every hidden quirk that might save a life one day. It isn't about control; it's about care. For him, mastery isn't a trophy to be won, it's a promise to the people around him that he will never let them down. One day, he hopes to command his own ship. Not because he wants authority, but because he believes in shaping a team like a family. A crew that would be tight-knit, honest and built on trust rather than rigid hierarchy. He wants to create a space where people feel safe to fail, learn, and lean on each other. It's the kind of space he wishes he'd had growing up. There's a small, secret part of him that dreams of returning home someday. A fishing skiff tied to the dock, a workshop on the water, mornings that begin with the smell of coffee and warm air off the bayou. But for now, that dream lives quietly in the back of his mind. More than anything, he wants to make his mother proud--to show that every sacrifice she made was worth it. And somewhere beneath it all, he's searching for a sense of home among the stars. |
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| Hobbies & Interests | -Kayaking and small-boat handling (he's happiest when on the water) -Practicing Jukaido Jiu-Jitsu for focus and balance -Cooking Cajun and Creole dishes--loves sharing meals with others -Playing guitar or piano (casual, mostly for own enjoyment) -Reading widely--history, engineering manuals, old Earth fiction -Listening to old jazz recordings on his antique turntable, especially late at night |
| Personal History | Maël "Gideon" Beauregard was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, the only child of Véronique Beauregard. His mother was just eighteen when she had him--a young nursing student who somehow found the courage to raise him on her own while finishing her studies. From the start, Véro called him "Gideon"--it was a name drawn from an old family Bible. In her eyes, he was a miracle child, and part of a vow that they would both find a way forward no matter how rough the road. Gideon spent his early childhood in Belle Chasse, a place of wide skies and slow river mornings. While other kids were playing baseball or soccer down the street, he was taking apart residential environmental units or whatever broken appliances neighbours were willing to part with. He devoured library books on every subject he could find--engineering, history, languages, even old stage magic manuals. When he was in second grade, his mother took a new position at a hospital in South Plaquemines, and they moved to Empire. The transition wasn't easy. He struggled to make friends and was often the target of bullies. He remained the restless, bookish kid who didn't quite fit in. It took nearly two years and several bloody noses, but he eventually found his footing the hard way--standing up for himself one fight at a time. As he grew, Gideon's world expanded beyond the bayous. He spent long afternoons on the water, learning the currents and moods of the marshes. He discovered a love for kayaking and small boats that provided him with a quiet kind of freedom that would remain with him forever. His mother, meanwhile, kept moving forward, eventually becoming a nurse practitioner and administrator at the local hospital in South Plaquemines Parish. He watched her sacrifices closely, storing them away to remind himself what it meant to show up for someone else. He never knew his father growing up. Though his mother always called him a miracle and left the past behind, Gideon had discovered his father's true identity through one summer of sleuthing around New Orleans' East Lafitte neighbourhood and several conversations with relatives. He keeps that knowledge to himself to this day, protecting his mother's heart as fiercely as he guards his own. Driven by a restless curiosity and a desire to see beyond the horizon, Gideon would set his sights on Starfleet. He wanted to understand the universe the same way he once took apart old appliances in his bedroom--to see how it all worked, to protect the people around him, and to find a sense of belonging he hadn't known he was missing. Though he still dreams sometimes of the warm Louisiana mornings and the quiet of the marsh at dawn, Gideon has carried that sense of "home" with him among the stars. |
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| Service Record | 2266: Born in Belle Chasse, Louisiana, Earth. 2273: Moved to Empire, Louisiana, Earth. 2284-2286: Attended and graduated from Louisiana State University's coastal engineering program with a technical certificate. 2286-2287: Employed as a maritime engineer, working at facilities along the Gulf Coast. 2287-2291: Attended and graduated Starfleet Academy with a focus in Systems Engineering, Starship Operations. Secondary focus in Applied Xenotechnology. 2291-2292: Assigned to USS Santísima Trinidad, serving as Engineering Officer. 2292-2293: Assigned to USS Templeton, serving as Operations Officer. 2293-2295: Assigned to USS Aotearoa, serving as Assistant Chief Operations Officer. 2295-present: Assigned to USS Hecate, serving as Chief Operations Officer. |