Rhys Malcolm Freeman
Jan 26, 2015 14:12:45 GMT -5
Post by Rhys Freeman on Jan 26, 2015 14:12:45 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Rhys Malcolm Freeman
Nicknames: Nothing consistent
Age: 19 (February 4, 1996)
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: local / Mechanic (currently between jobs)
Powers: Dimensional Storage. Rhys has the ability to store almost anything inanimate in a dimensional fold which he can retrieve at will. It’s mostly only what he can lift himself. Rhys can use just about anything as a doorway into his dimensional fold, but what he’s placing in cannot be larger than the physical hole he is placing it into. For example he cannot put a chainsaw in his pocket, so therefor could not retrieve a chainsaw from his pocket. The more things he carries, the more burdened he feels. It’s a strain on him, like he’s wearing too much clothing. He becomes heavy and extremely fatigued. He sometimes loses items in his fold as well, usually if he’s forgotten it’s in there. It can take time to retrieve. Things do not preserve in the fold, either. If he leaves a banana in there, it will rot. Rhys usually carries around a satchel for easy access to larger objects he may have.
Play By:Dudley O'ShaughnessyThe DetailsHair Color: Dark Brown, though he sometimes dyes it blonde
Eye Color: hazel blue
Any Piercings? He has his septum pierced, but doesn't currently wear jewelry in it.
Any Tattoos? None.
Any Scars? His body is covered in small scars from fights and abuse.
General Appearance: Rhys is tall, standing in at 6’1”. He’s thin but muscular and enjoys working out. He dresses pretty average for a boy his age, though his hands are usually smudged from working on cars and bikes. His skin is mocha brown since he is half white (mother) and half black (father), drawing prominent features from both of his parents races. His pale eyes draw a lot of attention and the light splatter of freckles around his nose give him a sort of boyish look despite his size and bulk.
Personality: Rhys can have an attitude problem. Not one for authority, he tends to do his own thing and ignore those in charge. He has a certain way of doing things and doesn't like to be told otherwise. This can lead to explosive behavior and over confidence tends to put him into a lot of fights, but despite all of this he’s generally an easy going guy. Though he can be a bit of a fighter, he doesn't raise his fists too easily. When he does it’s because he feels there’s not much choice since he’s not one for talking things out. A life time of hardships made him more quiet and reserved. He won’t talk about his feelings openly and being pressed for them only leads to anger. He’s mostly sweet though, and is extremely protective of those younger than him and women alike. He would do anything for his siblings, especially his sister who he feels especially protective of.Your VicesLikes: dancing, drinking, smoking, some recreational drug use, fast food, watching boxing and wrestling, hip-hop, working out, fighting, being with his siblings.
Dislikes: intolerance, authority, arrogance, school, reading, the “system”, cockroaches, smelly people
Strengths: defusing a situation, knowing a lot about cars and bikes, charming, compassionate
Weaknesses: introverted, reckless, impulsive, moody
Fears: Going to prison, running into his parents, dying
Secret: He’s afraid of ending up like his parents.Family TiesFather: Darius Freeman
Mother: Michelle Hall
Siblings:
Older brother Elijah (22)
Older sister Jocelyn (21)
Younger brother Jayce (17)
Any Other Important People:N/AHistory
The memories Rhys has from Banwell Lane aren’t clear ones. Snapshots in his mind of screaming, throwing, being locked in closets and hunger. Oh, the hunger.. Most of what he knows from his life before foster care are stories told to him by his older brother and sister, stories that made the snapshots in his mind make sense. Elijah and Jocelyn were only slightly older than Rhys, but far more capable of remembering the turmoil. The siblings didn’t often talk about what their lives were like growing up, but the bits of information he had drew a bad picture, one he wasn’t interested in remembering.
Rhys was four when he was finally taken away from his parents for good. He’d been pulled from the home before, but had always been brought back. The county had an open case with the Freeman household since before he was born, with allegations ranging from neglect to physical abuse, all the way to molestation. The list was endless. But not everything Rhys remembered from his former life had been bad. He remembers eating pancakes and watching cartoons, playing hide and seek and waking up in a bed with his brothers and sister, warm and happy. It was his siblings that made everything bearable in those early years. Elijah and Jocelyn had taken the brunt of the abuse, being older and more aware of the danger they were constantly in.
The next eight years of his life were just as tumultuous as the first four. Rhys bounced from foster home to foster home with the occasional group home thrown into the mix. He occasionally had court ordered supervised visitation with his mother, something he had looked forward to as a small boy, but dreaded later in life. She wasn’t a bad person, but years of drug abuse had left her a shell of a human being who blamed him and his siblings for her demise. By the time he was ten he refused to go to the visitations, even though it meant seeing his little brother Jayce. Not even the draw of family bonding could bring him to those visits. He was tired of being the reason for her suffering.
Time in the system had left him bitter, cold and explosive. It was his older siblings who kept him somewhat grounded on the rare occasion he got to see them, but for the most part he was on his own, left to his own devices for coping with the situations he was forced into. The only thing he looked forward to was becoming an adult so he could get away from the families that took him in, treating him like the paycheck he was to them. Elijah and Jocelyn had both gotten to go to some school in Vermont, something that made Rhys insanely jealous when he’d found out. He felt even more alone with most of his family now living so far away. They’d always been better at school than him, and he knew there was no way he would get accepted into some smart school. Once they’d left Florida he didn’t see or hear from them much which was no surprise. That is until he himself had been extended an invitation at nearly thirteen. The day the recruiter had come had been one of the wildest in his young life, which was saying a lot. He didn’t believe it wasn’t a psych unit he was being taken to, something which had been threatened every time he had one of his “outbursts”. Surely if they were transporting him to the opposite pole of the country than it was for a good reason. Was he really that bad? Rhys had met children ten times worse than he, but things were quickly explained to the young boy. It was the recruiter who told him what he could do, and though he didn’t believe it at first, he soon realized what the man said was true. Not one to stick things in his pocket or a bag, he hadn’t figured out his ability on his own. Who would have ever thought they were able to open a dimension on their own and shove whatever they wanted in there?
Vermont agreed with Rhys. For the first time in his life, things were going well for him. He needed consistency, something he’d never really had prior to attending Hammel. Finally reunited with his older brother and sister, he was able to start growing as an individual. It was less than a year after he arrived that his younger brother joined them, the four living in the same place for the first time in a decade. Though the group was broken, they at least had each other, which was more than they’d ever had before.
School didn’t come easily for Rhys. He’d never been a good student, choosing to goof off more than actually study, but he’d picked up a few things over the years. Once he graduated from Hammel, which took an extra year, he stayed in the area, living with his older brother and sister. Elijah had gone on to college, while his sister, Jocelyn, found herself in bad situations that he felt the need to save her from. It was he who had become the protector of the family, and he wouldn’t let anything tear them apart ever again.What About You?Name: Pam
Age: 31
Experience: ugh, forever. Twelve-thirteen years?
How Did You Find Us? Ad on a site, can’t remember which now.
Ready To Play? Yes I am.
