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Rhys

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  1. Fun. It was a word Rhys held at arm’s length, laden with more apprehension than necessary. The concept had twisted into so many shapes throughout the seasons of his life, each one leaving a different mark. With some branding his skin more than others. As a child, fun meant playing in the gardens with his sisters, their laughter floating like wind chimes in the summer air. That was innocent, uncomplicated fun. Later, his music career had seemed like it could have been fun – a dream with the potential to be everything he wanted. But somewhere along the line, the joy was swallowed by pressur
  2. Rhys exhaled softly, a faint sigh of relief slipping between his fangs as he saw the shift in Styx’s eyes. The hint of trust was settling in as Styx slowly thawed in Rhys' fiery presence. The tension that had wound him so tightly finally eased even just a little, and he felt himself relaxing, his usual swagger comfortably sliding back into place. Mentally, he dusted off his hands–finally, they’d moved past that impending emotional cliff that threatened to explode. Thank the gods above. “I’m glad you’re believin’ me, little treasure,” he muttered, the nickname slipping out as a quiet, almo
  3. Rhys' seemingly everlasting chuckles and playful remarks trailed off as his gaze settled on Styx, catching sight of the subtle flush coloring his usually nonchalant expression. Styx molded into the trunk of the winding tree, the green canopy casting a shadow on the two of them; yet the faint hue painted maroon creeped across his golden skin, completely unmistakable. For a moment, the memory of Styx's earlier stiffness replayed in Rhys' mind – his shoulders slumped, carrying a weight that Rhys knew was completely caused by his doing. Yet Rhys was a man of so many complexities, desires, an
  4. Beneath his guarded exterior, Rhys felt a very faint prick of guilt rising within him as Styx's voice suddenly softened. Following the shut down of their previous conversation, Styx had an air of broken vulnerability around him. There was an unexpected faintness to his voice, or the way he lagged behind Rhys' towering presence as they walked into the wilds. Each word seemed to land heavily between them, hitting with so much more vibration than Rhys had expected. An apology wasn't necessary, and Rhys knew that whatever chance of camaraderie they had was shattered by his own bare hands. It
  5. It’s supposed to be safer down here? Rhys had never really thought about safety before–not until he heard the word leave Styx’s lips, slipping out with a straightforward, almost indifferent tone. His rubellite eyes flickered between the warm fondue and Styx’s borderline unreadable expression as if weighing the unexpected concept now hanging in the air. Rhys had hammered on the nail that attempted to reach into Styx’s mind, but despite his simple answers, Rhys just couldn’t read him. He grew frustrated, albeit just slightly. His shoulders slumped, his tall frame casting a shadow over
  6. “Brother!” “Aki? Oh no, no… Why are you crying?” Kazuki’s voice is gentle, almost fatherly. The little girl stands completely still in front of him, her eyes red and cheeks puffy. He slowly kneels, his large hands lifting to cradle her face, catching her tears as they fall and dry into his hands. There was a boy who loved his family. A boy who promised to protect his family without a father to take care of them. In a world where his father stepped down, Kazuki had taken a step forward. “Lost my bear…” she hiccups, her words tangled with sniffles. Kazuki’s thumbs slowly brush ben
  7. Rhys' heavy footfalls came to a very abrupt halt as he felt the subtle tug on his wrist. A quiet whisper brushed through the air, urging him to hold completely still. Nearly dragging Styx a few more paces in his reckless stride to nowhere, he finally stopped when his attention collided with deep obsidian. Realizing his misstep, Rhys turned to face the shorter man, a slight pout formulating on his lips as he absorbed the silent message. Wrong direction-right. "I...definitely knew that," Rhys evidently fibbed, offering a grin that revealed his pointed canines once again. "Just testing you.
  8. Shot through the heart. It was as if this blue kitten had peeled back layers of Rhys' bravado with a single, unwavering stare. Like a knife to butter, Styx's words caught him completely by surprise. His perceptive gaze held a sharpness that axed through every defensive stance, every calculated smirk Rhys wore upon himself. Rhys found himself completely vulnerable and exposed, shifting unconsciously on the balls of his feet. He felt his carefully crafted facade waver for the first time; the tension in his jaw only grew as Styx mentioned what Rhys was unwilling to admit: he lacked the know
  9. A complete mist of confusion clouded Rhys' mind as he struggled to make sense of the NPC’s use of eldritch tongue, each strange syllable only adding to his exasperation. When hope was all lost as he struggled to respond to the NPC, Rhys’ shoulders tensed immediately at the approach of another. He immediately guarded his true emotions, despite how frustrated he became with the script. When he realized someone else was approaching - hopefully to help - a quiet sigh of relief escaped him. He turned to face the newcomer, only to blink in surprise at the unexpected sight beside him: a smaller male,
  10. There was something bittersweet about the skies being so impossibly azure. It stretched endlessly above him, like a gentle stroke of a paintbrush dipped in the finest of blues - so utterly pure. Bright, fluffy white clouds drifted aimlessly, with little kisses of white in a sea of open sky. What seemed to be sunlight gentle peppered its whispers with a gentle warmth that might have felt comforting to literally any other player. Yet to fresh meat Rhys, it felt distant. Mocking, even. Every detail of this place seemed meticulous. He could feel the air, nearly tasting it on his tongue - crisp and
  11. NONCHALANT RENEGADE GENERAL INFORMATION GENDER :: Male PRONOUNS :: He/Him ORIENTATION :: Unlabeled STATUS :: Single [Active] NATIONALITY :: Japanese ORIGIN :: Kamakura, Japan HEIGHT :: 6'2" [188 cm]
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