Post by Rhys Alun Williams on Feb 21, 2010 15:31:37 GMT -5
RHYS ALUN WILLIAMS
HEY THERE! my name is Blade and i'm 39 years old.
i'm a dood and i've been roleplaying for too many years.
I'm puppetmaster of none here on SIT, but enough about
me, here's my character. =]
nicknames: Rhys the Rant
age: 4 September 1979
religion: Christian
affiliation: Gwen’s side. Torchwood.
sexuality: Hetero, thank you very much
species: Human
marital status: Happily married
member title:
playby: Kai Owen
cannon or original: Cannon
hometown: Penarth
current residence: Cardiff
parents: Brenda and Barry Williams
brief history:
Rhys grew up in Penarth. He was a typical student and a rough and tumble boy. His best mate, Banana Boat (Colin Davies), still lives in the old neighbourhood and Rhys visits every once in a while. His parents still live there as well.
Rhys met Gwen at uni. She thought he was funny and called him Rhys the Rant. He always thought he was lucky to have her and always stayed by her side even when he never saw her and was jealous of her ‘Special Ops’ position.
Gwen’s boyfriend and later her husband. He started off as a transport coordinator for a small firm of printers but later moved to Harwood’s Haulage as their Transport Manager. He first discovered the existence of the Hub during the Abaddon incident, but was murdered by Bilis Manger to torture Gwen. After Abaddon was destroyed, all trace of the death and destruction both the demon and Bilis had created was reversed and Rhys was returned to life unaware of anything that had transpired.
Shortly after this, he learned exactly what Torchwood did and, although initially suspicious of Jack Harkness, the two men grew to like and respect one another, each knowing the other would always look out for Gwen no matter what.
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- Loves Gwen
- Lasagna
- Rugby
- Pubs
- Honesty
- Hard, honest work
- Wales
- Hanging with Banana Boat
- Nights when Gwen is home
- Non-Stag Stag Nights with Daf
dislikes:
- Sometimes Harkness
- When Gwen doesn’t call in after a late night. (Scares him, honestly.)
- That bastard that blew up Cardiff.
- Knowing what he now knows even if he wouldn’t give up that knowledge.
- Too many secrets.
- Paperwork
- Lies
- Getting shot
- The idea of Gwen getting hurt
- Losing Gwen
strengths:
- His love for Gwen
- His right hook
- Ability to start a pickup game anywhere
- Cooking skills
- Master of the laundry
- The way he sees the world, differently than Gwen
- His sense of righteousness
- His family
- His bloody-mindedness
- His ability to tolerate a lot of shit from Gwen
weaknesses:
- His temper
- His love for Gwen
- A rugby game on telly
- beer
- Icecream
- He tends to rush into things
- Big Brother
- Wife Swap
- Gwen
- Lately, the idea of being a part of Torchwood
secrets:
He has never told Gwen, but he has a recurring nightmare. He is in the cells inside Torchwood and a little man walks up to him and stabs him. He watches the man cross back and disappear. He can feel the blood pouring from his body as he lay there, helpless. He sees Gwen’s face just a second before everything goes black and he wakes up.
He won’t tell her. He just can’t. He’s afraid he’ll find out that it wasn’t a dream.
fears:
Rhys is afraid of losing Gwen. He will do anything to stop that from happening. She is his life, his passion. Everything he does is for her and the idea of losing her would only kill him.
He also, secretly, fears they will never have children together.
habits:
He automatically starts a load of laundry when he gets home from work. He also does the shopping. Not major habits but they are part of his daily routine.
He also enjoys a morning Danish.
overall personality:
Rhys is loving and caring but he’s also a bit bull-headed at times, to be honest. He is a hard working man who will do anything for his wife. He will rush into danger if he thinks Gwen is going to be hurt, regardless of her training. Otherwise, he’s laid back. Fat, dumb and happy pretty much sums him up.
His recent awakening to the world of Torchwood has been a blessing and a curse. Rhys often finds himself overly excited by the things they find and loving that he and his wife can finally share a conversation in the evenings (when she is home) that isn’t just about Harwood’s. Unfortunately, this also leaves a lot for him to worry and stress over.
Rhys’ feelings toward Harkness, though were jealous in the beginning, have now become more respectful. He still finds the man to be a right prig at times but he knows that Jack cares for Gwen enough to keep her safe.
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Rhys woke up alone in bed. As usual Gwen had left hours earlier for the Hub. Swinging his body around to touch his feet to the cold floor, he sat still for a moment to let the room come into focus. Raising his hands to his face, a muffled groan of pain escaped his lips. It had been a long night with Banana at the pub, watching Cardiff beat Barnsley soundly. Chris Burke was toasted enough times that many forgot who and what they were toasting in the first bloody place. He stood up slowly, testing his balance and found he was steady enough on his feet to make it to the bathroom. What seemed minutes later, Rhys exited the bathroom, sans underpants and shirt, looking among the small piles of clothing and finding his favourite towel. Tendrils of steam exited the bathroom as the shower finally heated enough to enter it.
Rhys washed while singing, ’Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey
After showering, Rhys turned the faucet off and stepped out reaching for his towel tucked onto the vanity. He walked from the bath into the bedroom, drying off and humming a nameless tune to himself. Draping the towel around his shoulders, he walked, starkers, into the kitchen and turned on the front burner and placed a pan upon it.
The mobile rang in the bedroom, Rhys went for it quickly, thinking it would be Gwen making sure he didn’t oversleep. On his way, he stubbed a toe on the entrance into the bedroom. He yelled in pain, “Bloody...F*ckin…Hell!”, hopping to the bed where the mobile lay, now silent. He sat there, massaging his foot and reached for the mobile.
The display showed it wasn’t Gwen at all but Banana, the right bastard, who had left him a message. He hit the voicemail button and propped the phone on his shoulder and against his face so he could use both hands to massage his aching toe.
“Hey there broth’r, it’s me. Look, is your Gwen investigating me or somethin’? I only just dodged her at the chemists; me an’ his son have a job with some perfume that fell from a van. Well, call me back!”
Sighing Rhys hit the end button and tossed the phone back onto the bed. After a moment, he leaned across the bed and grabbed the phone, again, before walking back into the kitchen. He dialed a number on the mobile and opened the icebox, bending over to reach into the back, he came up with a package of ham and a couple of eggs. Tipping the package and shaking the lone piece of ham into the preheated pan, he then set the package and eggs on the counter.
“Hey Gwennie, bride-of-my-life! How would you like to meet me at Mill Lane tonight for a bite?” He turned back to the pan which is sizzling and spattering. “Ouch, oi! Bloody, ham!” Stepping back quickly from the pan and taking his towel from his shoulders he placed it around his waist, covering his manhood.
“What? Oh, yes, starkers… yes love…pants…right love. So, that a yes for tonight? Wonderful!”
Hanging up and tossing the mobile onto the couch, he stepped back to the pan, singing, “Don’t stop believing,” at full volume while cracking the eggs into the pan.
credits! template by MOLLIVER ! @ Caution 2.0.
lyrics are from "one more time" by the epically awesome daft punk.
