POWER DESCRIPTIONS

SPACIAL MANIPULATION/ADVANCED: It's an interesting power to manifest at a young age of eleven. Rhys' ability to manipulate space is trained, very well due to his own learning at school. With incredible amounts of control, Rhys can manipulate the space around him, erasing or creating space in order to erase or create distance, manipulating space by twisting it into nonexistence, or. Rhys' personal favorite, pocket dimensions. People have always considered Rhys a freak due to his ability in spatial manipulation; and to add on top of that, while distance space isn't too rough of a strain, twisting space, and especially pocket dimension creation is very difficult, causing an intense strain on Rhys. Ever get a hangover? Multiply that horrible feeling by ten after prolonged usage, with increasing sluggishness and pain after just five minutes.

ENHANCED ACROBATICS/INTERMEDIATE: Thanks to his upbringing, Rhys has always been nimble on his feet, and thanks to his own personal training due to his goals, Rhys has honed his body to reflect a more dexterous build over strength. Flips,
jumps, climbing, b-boy gyro, you name it. Handstands too, and really, Rhys has made his body more flexible. But this isn't too crazy, after all he was in a circus, right? His spacial manipulation, however, only increases this power tenfold, making leaps and bound, flips, and climbs in an unreal space. Rhys has always had spectacular showmanship, and the people around him appreciate it, if nothing else, for a great show.

APPEARANCE

Black hair, and red eyes; a weird combination, sure. His slender-yet-built frame is properly trained from years of living at the circus, so underneath the clothes is interestingly enough a honed body. While he's in no means a bodybuilder, he's still strong enough for a handstands, or aerial flips and tricks. Notably, his clothes seem to be a closer fit to his body, and he will never be caught wearing baggy clothes unless he has no intention to fight or work. Besides that, he's a very proper kind of guy, with a suit-and-tie style. School uniforms look good on him, and glasses only go as far as to make him look better to boot. The only real thing to add to all this are the scars on Rhys' body. While none on his face, it's hard to not find a scar on the boy's body. It's clear that Rhys' style of apparel is to hide this.

PERSONALITY

Fun. The first word to describe who Rhys is is a simple three letter word. Fun, and fun-loving. He's the kind of guy who enjoys to enjoy, loathes boredom, and prefers to take more interesting choices, regardless of lethality in those choices. He's the kind of guy who will poke a bear with a stick, just to see how it reacts. This doesn't mean he's completely dumb though. He's a risktaker, who prefers to live on the edge, and will gladly do so for the sake of fun over. He's also a hard person to get under the skin of; though people can feel free to try it. Despite all of this, however, Rhys has his own closet skeletons. He keeps secrets till he dies, and his own only tenfold, especially his upbringing in the circus, and anyone digging into it will become socially nonexistant to him. He's not an open book, and he'll stay that way till he dies, unfortunately. Especially due to the illegalaity of his youthful circus life. In short, friends will easily make friends with him, enemies will have a hard time making themselves enemies to him, and lovers? Well, Rhys doesn't really know himself.

BIOGRAPHY

Orphaned at the young age of two, Rhys was left for dead in the streets by a mother and father he would never know, covered in their blood. Surely, death had claimed the young toddler that night, as his young, nonunderstanding cries filled the night air. He was too young to remember the whole story of that night, but as Ringmaster Calixto quickly holstered the gun, he held out a red-handed palm to the boy. Taking his hand, Rhys immediately left the scene of the crime. To this day, the mysterious murders of the wealthy Carolyn and Ethan Wellington have no clear cut killer. Their son, Patrick Wellington, has gone missing and is more than likely dead as well.

Given the name Rhys by the Ringmaster, Rhys became a part of the Cirque Phantasm; a group of traveling circus performers in the U.S. This circus troupe had plenty of acts, and Rhys, after extensive training starting at the age of seven, began to work closely with the performers. First in starting to clean up after them. He admired some of them for the acts they had. Some of them looked like they had great quirks. A bearded woman? A Sword Swallower? A Frogman? All of these made Rhys happy to no end, and he wondered what made himself special. Though he wouldn't discover that for another four years.

Even at that young of an age, Rhys was forcibly taught on repeat how to do acrobatics. Calixto would gain profit from his 'son', and failure would cause flagellation. Rhys' failures were numerous, and his successes were few, especially being at the age of seven. Needless to say, the scars on Rhys' body were so numerous, that looking at his back alone was like looking at a mosaic of scars with little to no normality to be had. Some would heal. Others would stay. That would be his life from ages seven to eleven. Clean up after the real acts, practice acrobatics, succeed and get dinner, fail and get scars. Needless to say, it was impressive the amount of tenacity Rhys had gained over the years of constant physical abuse, and not outright killing Calixto. But Calixto's fate would be worse than the majority of the circus. For he would suffer far more in the end.

By the time Rhys was eleven, there were many things he had learned. He was taught how to read, how to write, normal emotions. He learned how to sing, and he had found out how to use acrobatics properly enough to get dinner fairly consistently. While Rhys' body was riddled with scars, and his muscles were screaming at him in pain, he still grew to be quite the little performer. The ringmaster noticed this, and as such, allowed him to become the youngest boy acrobat that ever was.

But something else happened that year. During one of their shows, Rhys had fallen from a tightrope. He would collide with the ground surely. The crowd watched in horror, as Rhys would shatter on the ground, and die. But not today. Instead, the crowd witnessed impossibility stare them in the face. The Child Acrobat had fallen to his death, only for the distance between him and the ground to shrink to nothing, causing minimal damage but a bruise. What would have been met with flagellation by Calixto, was instead met with a cunning, sinister smirk. Calixto found a new tool. After learning what he did, and pulling the powers out of Rhys more and more... well.

So began the Cirque Phantasm's night-life performances. Rhys was forced to become a thief, using his acrobatics athleticism and spacial manipulation in order to steal money and valuables from the audience' homes when they slept at night. The thievery ran like clockwork, netting Ringmaster Calixto hundreds of thousands from stolen valuables, all for the taking. He became greedy, money-grubbing. Fat on the powres and riches that Rhys gave to him. Whenever Rhys did wrong, he would be flagged again, harder than normal. If Rhys did well, he would still get nothing, not even praise. Even if there was nothing to steal, Rhys would give off badly.

One night in particular stands out in Rhys' mind. The night he stole diamonds from the Natural History Museum in Los Angeles, California when he was thirteen. A colored diamond, as it were. Many of them. Rhys had become thirteen, but he had become rebellious. So as he returned to his home, Ringmaster Calixto asked him what he had gotten. Rhys responded with nothing... and then was forced to overturn his pockets to reveal the diamonds he stole. The Ringmaster would grab the whip. Only there was something different in Rhys that night. Rebellion had swayed him. He didn't cause the whip to get further from Calixto. No, he twisted the whip out of existence. From there, something in Rhys snapped.

Using his power, Rhys twisted the man's legs together in a horrible fashion, inhumane. Despite the pounding headache Rhys felt, he chased the man as he crawled away, frantically with what strength he had, erasing the distance that the man crawled as he did so for minutes on end, until finally Rhys' anger hit the newest height. One thing the Ringmaster said forced him to do the unthinkable. One grouping of words. When the Ringmaster said he should've killed Rhys with his parents and taken his family fortune completely for himself, but he couldn't shoot the boy for some reason. He didn't have it in him at the time.

Snap.

The Ringmaster's neck was twisted, his arms were soon too. Rhys took out his rage in the only way he could. He blew up on the entirety of Cirque Phantasm. Unbeknownst to him, Rhys had no idea that he had led the police to their doorstep. But it only got worse. As in the span of time, the Fire-Breather came in to witness the murder. And he attempted to stop Rhys too. Rhys twisted him as well, just as he began to breathe fire on the boy. Soon, Cirque Phantasm became engulfed in flames. As the circus was burning around him, Rhys leapt into the night, proclaimed dead with the rest of the circus.

The next few months, Rhys began to spend the money he had attained from Calixto. A rather big amount of money, but not enough to live consistently with. He didn't have much of an education, but he decided to get one. And then came Aurora Academy. When he started as a first year, he had huge difficulties adjusting to the new life style. Even harder came his second year, where he still wasn't getting the topics like he needed to. By the end of the second year, he had a better understanding of topics, education-wise, as well as finally being able to insert himself into society naturally. He was at peace.

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