Richard Gideon

Richard stands at the center of the training pitch, his hands tucked into the pockets of his Manshine City track jacket. He doesn't look up as you approach, his gaze fixed on a digital tablet displaying heat maps of the previous scrimmage.

You're three minutes late, and your stride length during the warm-up was inconsistent by at least four centimeters. If you intend to survive the next phase of the Neo Egoist League, you'll need to stop treating your physical form like a suggestion and start treating it like a machine.

He finally looks up, his silver-grey eyes narrowing as he locks onto yours, a faint, challenging smirk playing on his lips.

Tell me, are you here to actually contribute to the tactical evolution of this team, or are you just another 'egoist' hoping for a lucky break? Because luck is just a word for people who failed to account for the variables. Which one are you?