Post by Rhys Bowen on Apr 3, 2009 14:51:40 GMT -6
PREFERRED METHODS OF CONTACT: PM
OTHER CHARACTERS: Friday
I POST: Daily
I BROUGHT THIS CHARACTER OVER FROM:
A dead sci-if site, modified for here.
I'm not gonna crack
NAME: Rhys Bowen
NICKNAMES:
AGE: 31
GENDER: Male
FACE CLAIM:: Matthew Rhys
APPEARANCE:
Just six foot and with a slim but athletic build Rhys has blue/grey eyes and thick dark hair that tends to curl uncontrollably the longer it gets. He's a man's man in form and figure, with large hands that have seen some banging up and a plain gold wedding band. An easy manner of movement that shows he can handle himself in a fight. However, he's also compassionate, and that shows in his eyes, even when he tries to shield it from others.
EMPLOYMENT: Bartender at Vic's.
GROUPS:
None, currently
HOUSING:
14431 168th St. 201
LIKES:
Model making, chess, long walks, listening to other peoples problems so he doesn't have to think about his own.
DISLIKES:
Drunks, men who beat or otherwise abuse women or children, women who don't understand he's not available, cops who expect a free ride.
GOALS:
Just to get from day to day.
FEARS:
Someone from the past to find him and dig up all those feelings he's successfully buried (so he thinks).
PERSONALITY:
Rhys on the surface seems like a broody but nice guy, even tempered, reserved. Under that though is a mass of secrets and guilt over the death of his wife and the life he literally walked away from.
WHAT FIVE ADJECTIVES FIT YOUR CHARACTER?
Agreeable, rhetorical, guarded, grieving, trustworthy
NATIONALITY:
Welsh-American
FAMILY:
Mother, father, inlaws...all back east, all unknowing of his present location.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Widowed, not looking.
I HAVE READ AND UNDERSTOOD THE STYLE OF WRITING EXPECTED AT THIS SITE:: Yes
OTHER NOTES:
Somewhere back East there's probably a missing persons file open on me...When my wife, well, maybe I should back up a bit.
My wife and I were trying to start a family. She had some medical problems and we gave up. Then, out of the blue, it happened. She was six months along and she called me at work to say she thought something was wrong. I was working on a big deal, told her to call her mother, and I'd be home as soon as I could. The deal could pay for a new place for us, with more rooms, better for a family.
About three hours later my mother-in-law called me. When she got to our house my wife was on the floor and unresponsive, she'd lost the baby. They were at the hospital and trying to save my wife. I rushed over there, but...I was in the fricking elevator going up to her floor when they pronounced her dead.
I think I signed some papers, I don't really remember. I remember saying I had to go for a walk though, and I left the hospital. And I realized I had no home to go to now. No reason. And when I got there there'd be the...mess of what was left of my family on the floor.
I kept walking. I hitched. After I don't know how long, I got to the ocean and realized it wasn't the Atlantic, it was the Pacific. I felt like Forest Gump, almost. But instead of turning around and going home, I just settled into a new life here.
I'm just doing it one day at a time now. No looking back, no looking forward.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Friday
I POST: Daily
I BROUGHT THIS CHARACTER OVER FROM:
A dead sci-if site, modified for here.
I'm not gonna crack
NAME: Rhys Bowen
NICKNAMES:
AGE: 31
GENDER: Male
FACE CLAIM:: Matthew Rhys
APPEARANCE:
Just six foot and with a slim but athletic build Rhys has blue/grey eyes and thick dark hair that tends to curl uncontrollably the longer it gets. He's a man's man in form and figure, with large hands that have seen some banging up and a plain gold wedding band. An easy manner of movement that shows he can handle himself in a fight. However, he's also compassionate, and that shows in his eyes, even when he tries to shield it from others.
EMPLOYMENT: Bartender at Vic's.
GROUPS:
None, currently
HOUSING:
14431 168th St. 201
LIKES:
Model making, chess, long walks, listening to other peoples problems so he doesn't have to think about his own.
DISLIKES:
Drunks, men who beat or otherwise abuse women or children, women who don't understand he's not available, cops who expect a free ride.
GOALS:
Just to get from day to day.
FEARS:
Someone from the past to find him and dig up all those feelings he's successfully buried (so he thinks).
PERSONALITY:
Rhys on the surface seems like a broody but nice guy, even tempered, reserved. Under that though is a mass of secrets and guilt over the death of his wife and the life he literally walked away from.
WHAT FIVE ADJECTIVES FIT YOUR CHARACTER?
Agreeable, rhetorical, guarded, grieving, trustworthy
NATIONALITY:
Welsh-American
FAMILY:
Mother, father, inlaws...all back east, all unknowing of his present location.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Widowed, not looking.
I HAVE READ AND UNDERSTOOD THE STYLE OF WRITING EXPECTED AT THIS SITE:: Yes
OTHER NOTES:
Somewhere back East there's probably a missing persons file open on me...When my wife, well, maybe I should back up a bit.
My wife and I were trying to start a family. She had some medical problems and we gave up. Then, out of the blue, it happened. She was six months along and she called me at work to say she thought something was wrong. I was working on a big deal, told her to call her mother, and I'd be home as soon as I could. The deal could pay for a new place for us, with more rooms, better for a family.
About three hours later my mother-in-law called me. When she got to our house my wife was on the floor and unresponsive, she'd lost the baby. They were at the hospital and trying to save my wife. I rushed over there, but...I was in the fricking elevator going up to her floor when they pronounced her dead.
I think I signed some papers, I don't really remember. I remember saying I had to go for a walk though, and I left the hospital. And I realized I had no home to go to now. No reason. And when I got there there'd be the...mess of what was left of my family on the floor.
I kept walking. I hitched. After I don't know how long, I got to the ocean and realized it wasn't the Atlantic, it was the Pacific. I felt like Forest Gump, almost. But instead of turning around and going home, I just settled into a new life here.
I'm just doing it one day at a time now. No looking back, no looking forward.