| UNITED KINGDOM OF GREAT BRITAIN AND NORTHERN IRELAND |
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| 5GBR7910309M168S0«MI6«« |
Nothing special. That's the easiest way I can sum up my childhood. I had the same boring format to my life as the vast majority. My home wasn't broken, both of my parents and all my siblings are still alive, and I didn't wind up running with all too bad of a crowd; just an active one. Cardiff was as boring as my life, so me, and a few other likeminded youth made the best of a bad situation. We snuck about government buildings, and we climbed them. The older and more well protected, the better; Cardiff Castle, the best.
As I got older, roughousing included itself; but that's nothing particularly unusual. Boys will be boys. What represented change, though, what was the catalyst for what I am now was a girl nammed Maggie. Smitten, was an understatement, as when she went to America for schooling, I followed in avoidance of a long distance relationship, despite my initial intent not to further my education. I messed around a lot in the first year, trying out Psychology, Journalism, and whatnot. In the end I settled on Photojournalism, and did my four years.
Along the way though, distance didn't matter. Even so close together, in body, mine and Maggie's interests began to drift apart. Her ideology developed into something much more extreme that it'd ever been. I followed her, at first, joined her in the protests; good causes, peacefull students. But, when she started getting involved in the darker elements of things - the anarchist cookbook inspired things - our relationship froze and faded. With two years left on my degree, I buckled down into typical college things; studying, partying, and playing the field. I never forgot about Maggie, but I ignored the memories. When it came time to go home, back to Wales, I didn't once look back.
The degree didn't get me much. I made a liveable salary working for tabloids, sure, but I didn't even need a degree for that. Mostly, I took snaps of celebrities in compromising positions, sometimes politicians. I made the mistake of snapping something far too interesting once, though. It got me on their radar. Spies, SIS. What I got ahold of meant I needed to be dealt with one way or the other. They went with the other.
I got hired on as an informant, at fist. Handled by an agent green enough that I matched his age with my own. It turned out that Maggie was back in the country, with a few nefarious friends. Havok was on their minds, but no one really knew their connections, or how they got back into the country without so much as a warning. They urged me to reconnect with her. I did, for my sake.
The hardest part for me, was actually how easy it was to get back into her life. She didn't question it, or me, or even my notion to get involved. Though, her new friends were paranoid enough. So, I fed plans and the details of them back to my government overlords for a few months before they caught on. Too many botched interests since my arrival. Maggie fled East with most of the others. A particularly vengeful sort stayed behind to deal with me, though, and he did. Hit and run, the sedan came out of nowhere and left me in shambles. It didn't get far though, once he swerved and struck the front steps to a nearby apartment building. He died on impact, I lived.
I don't expect it was sympathy that MI6 chose to keep me. I was still useful to them, once healed. Not behind a desk in a cushy chair, though. No, they put me in the field after I learned to walk again. I worked West Europe for a short while, surviellance mostly. Africa later, and a lot of training came with that. I killed, for the first time in my life, but not my last. I worked with special ops mostly, sometimes even Americans. For the most part, abducting problem people and eliminating corrupt elements of regional governments. It didn't do a lot of good. But, I haven't given up yet. I have a purpose now, and that wins out over my old life, and following another's ideology.
Rhys has worked in his field long enough to not be a rookie, but not so long as to be a veteran. Thus, he stands at a crossroads between justifying the actions of his field via nessecary action, or just being plain jaded. He doesn't accept that what he does is good, he deems that it's quite deceptive and cruel, actually; but he knows that its needed, and continues for that purpose. His drive in what he does, is that the end result is always order.
This isn't to say he's dull, moody, or apathetic though. Often enough, he appears to be rather joyous. In enjoyment of the work that he would call nefarious. As much as he migh occassionally be introspective too, he's not a depressive sort, as his highs seem to be a much greater extreme than his lows. Even going so far as to tease others within the field, and to act the annoyance when he finds he'd gain some sort of enjoyment from doing so.
Goshinkwai:
Included in Rhys's systematic and modular training, was the martial art Goshinkwai. He's no expert, of course, having only committed to it for a length of a few years by now. He's certainly capable, though, given the nature of Goshinkwai as a martial art dedicated to swift - and dirty - unarmed immobilization of attackers and targets.
Infiltrator:
Rhys is a sneak, and a climber. He knows how to physically get into places he's not wanted, without those that don't want him there knowing. This is part of where he truly excells, and it shows as one of the most prominent skills in his field of work.
Manipulative:
Not merely an infilitrator in the physical sense, Rhys is also adept in talking his way past obstacles when need be so. Most skilled at lying on the spot, or making himself out to be someone far less suspicious than he should be. Unfortunately for the relationships he could gain this way, repeat engagements and prolonged partnerships often lead to him eventually annoying the subject, one way or another.
Shooter:
As with his skill in martial arts, Rhys is no expert, but he certainly is capable. He's not the best shot, but he's keen in his trained technique (Center Axis Relock), even under fire. Primarily, he uses this only with handguns in mind, given that he hasn't had much more than a crash course in use of the technique with other forms of weaponry.
Surveillance:
Trained in its usage, and knowledgable of the technology involved, this sees prime usage in Rhys's assignments with MI6. His skills as such are not so limited, however, as it's true enough he's also skilled physically surveilling and tracking people of interest.
Linguistics
He speaks a number of language. Not a surprising amount though, as limited to English, Somali, Welsh, and Zulu.
Improv
Rhys enjoys thinking on his feet, and excells at it. His on the spot lies come across as much more natural, than the ones planned ahead of time; and he's keen to utilizing his environment and others for the more physical portions of his job.
Realist
Rhys can justify his actions rather easily. While he is sympathetic towards the plight of others, he knows what can and must be done; and he's more often than not driven himself to doing so. This hasn't won him a lot of friends, sure, but it shows him to be loyal in his purpose, as long as it can be justified by his purpose.
Thrill Seeker
He is really quite couragous when he's enjoying himself, and he doesn't have a hard time enjoying himself. Thus, how well he's enjoying himself usually translates into just how brave he is at that moment in time.
Annoying
Once close enough to someone, Rhys has a habit of getting on their nerves. He teases, quips, and sarcasms his way into their distaste. This could be a reaction to getting to close to people, or done for his own personal enjoyment alone. Either way, its a grating habit.
Distinct Accent
It's very difficult to mistake a Welsh accent for anything other than British, and just as difficult to cover it up with something not at all British sounding.
Enemy of the Anti-State
Rhys' actions and activities have made him the enemy of a rather well equipped anarchist group, with a few terrorist ties. They've tried to kill him before, and aren't above trying again, even on a group level. One of them even know him well enough to know his family, and how to effect him through them.
Family
Rhys has a lot of family, close family; and an enemy who knows who they are. Given that he keeps in touch with them, and holds them high as features of importance in his life, they could be the most blatant form of leverage against him. For better or worse.
