GORDON, Drake

[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]Drake Elliot Gordon

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NAME: Drake Elliot Gordon
AGE: Twenty eight
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: Tenth of April
OCCUPATION: Executive, oversees oil drilling operations in Virginia
PLAYBY: Julian Morris

MOTHER: Elle Gordon née Park
FATHER Harry Gordon
BROTHERS:
SISTERS:
EXTENDED FAMILY:
PETS: A jack russel terrier named King

Standing at a below average five feet five and being of a thin build, Drake is about as imposing and intimidating as a baby puppy. He has a clean shaven baby face and bright brown eyes. Drake's brown hair is cut short and always neatly combed. While many would underestimate him, there's an air of regality about him that few can truly put their finger on. Favoring the dress code, Drake is nearly exclusively dressed in a suit with a tie. His shoes are prim and proper. An eighty thousand dollar golden Rolex is usually placed on his left hand, one of his most prized possessions.

Hardworking and fully understanding of the morality that surrounds capitalism, Drake was raised to appreciate and deliver nothing but hard work. He is capable and somewhat of a workaholic, putting in long hours and loving it. A masterful negotiator, Drake is ostensibly friendly and amicable yet, when one treats him with disrespect, can turn into a peevish monster with a terribly sarcastic sense of humor. A devout Roman Catholic, Drake goes to church on Sunday and has a whole list of things he believes to be wrong in the eyes of the almighty. He is fearful of failure and strives to be the best at all times.

BIRTH PLACE: Charleston, West Virginia

Born to a poor working class family, Drake was raised with little more than the clothes on his back. His father worked in a factory while his mother cleaned the houses of those who were more fortunate. Yet in the end, it always fell short. One night his father came home with a stack of ten dollar bills, having found the apparent solution to all their money problems. It came in the form of a white, powdery substance. His mother was angered at first, but relented when they were able to enjoy a decent family meal for once. Within a short while they moved into a better house, drove a bigger car and wore better clothing. All went well for a time, his father amassed great wealth. Business was booming, until they came.

The FBI had chased his father down and Harry was arrested, tried and found guilty on federal drug charges. His mother soon turned to the substance that had fed and clothed them through Drake's childhood. Elle died of an overdose, four months after Harry was killed in a prison riot. Now an orphan with no immediate family, Drake was sent to a foster home. Keeping up near perfect greats all through high school, he showed exceptional will and motivation. Drake's fear drove him to work hard and to be the best. His fears of turning into his parents turned him into a machine. After school he would come home and study. In the weekends he would study. Aside from the weekly church visit, he did little more than study.

Graduating at the age of sixteen and proceeded to attend Harvard. Over the next four years he worked to gain a degree in accountancy and left the institution in the years 2004. He joined Ashford Industries and for years worked as the lowliest of clerks until a man intervened on his behalf and put him in the office he occupies today.