Rhys was born to a surrogate with a silver spoon in his mouth, quite possibly literally thanks to his fortune of having been part of Land Kendry and a rightful citizen of Qresh. This status would give him wealth and comfort, a snobbish upbringing with plenty of disdain for the lower classes on Westerly, and the ever-looming knowledge that he would never be an heir to Land Kendry. He was the only son of a cousin to the main line, meaning there were plenty of other heirs in line before he could even come close to dreaming of that kind of power. Rhys was important, sure, but only so much as any other member of his family as insurance and back-up if tragedy should befall the Head or main line. His status as Qreshi royalty was just that: a title which would afford him a lavish and comfortable living without any need for hardship.
And Rhys did grow up comfortably. Materialistically, anyway. With both parents entrenched in the politics and workings of The Nine, Rhys was often left to his own devices. For them, having a child was simply a way to ensure that their accumulated wealth and status was preserved for the future; it was never about a want to raise or even entertain the idea of caring for a child. Especially one who was...fortunate, enough, to have so many familial genetic connections within the Kendrys. But with second-cousins as parents it really shouldn't have surprised them. Inbreeding to keep the lines pure had been causing certain "less desirable" traits in the family, but somehow it never occurred to them that their own son might be one of those cases.
While he was outwardly fine and indeed born healthy, Rhys suffered from nerve damage due to birth defect in his right arm. The limb was almost effectively useless and hampered the boy's ability to perform even the most basic of tasks, an embarrassment to his parents. It was quickly arranged for his arm to be replaced with a cybernetic one specifically tailored to look as realistic as possible. A hack-modded family member was only slightly more desirable than a useless one after all. But for Rhys it was one of the few profoundly excellent moments of his childhood where his parents put time and effort into him. The arm was never a source of shame to him; he wore it proud and became ever-more interested and intrigued by the technology which had given him back the use of his arm, and what would ultimately have him arrange further modifications to himself: he would go on to replace his left eye as he became an adult, and installed a data port into his temple.
With these mods and his arm combined however Rhys would be pushed over the legal limit for hack mods to sit firmly at 35% modded. Legally he wasn't even considered a citizen anymore, and if found out that would mean no more inheritance, no more status. So he had his eye made as close to human-seeming as possible and kept his arm covered in synthetic to make it appear flesh.
With his childhood spent largely in neglect with far too much time on his hands, Rhys quickly threw himself into the hobby of data mining and hacking. He didn't specifically aim for those two things specifically at first of course, but happened upon it as he fiddled with diagnostics of his arm, the home security systems, and the AI designed to be both companion and caretaker to him in his parents' absence. Rhys began to learn the ins and outs of systems, how to bypass low levels of security and how to dig for what he wanted inside the coding of the system. If his parents weren't going to tell him anything, then he'd find it for himself.
That drive to do things on his own, to overcome others and feel himself as superior would be what motivated him for years and had Rhys ultimately come to the understanding that no one would ever see him as anything beyond his claim to the Kendry name. Rhys wanted recognition for more than that. He wanted it for himself, for people to respect him because of his own efforts and accomplishments. So Rhys replaced his eye to give him that sleek, insubordinate edge that would allow him a leg-up on anyone he encountered, and made enough noise until his parents caved in and pulled strings to get him a position at The Company where he could finally work to seize the status he wanted:
Senior Vice-President of Westerlyn Resource Acquisition & Management Inquiries.
Or, more accurately, "that job where even a brick could succeed because there isn't actually even any real work to do, it's just a bunch of paperwork and sitting around in an office and basically your parents are hoping you get this nonsense out of your system and go back to being rich and complacent."
It was not the dream job Rhys had envisioned propelling him to the top. He had underlings sure, but the work was dull and unimportant and no one would even notice if he never showed up. Nothing he did in his job mattered: it all amounted to stamping on X and filing. It was just report after report on the most mundane and honestly boring stuff in the entire existence of the Quad. Why this job even existed was beyond him and Rhys really was about to give up, to march on back to his parents and demand something actually fitting his skill set...when he noticed The Discrepancy.
It was what could have simply been a small resource allocation error. Nothing big or worrisome and if he wanted he could've just easily written it off. But Rhys was beyond bored, beyond Done with the monotony of his job and decided hey, finally something to do maybe it'll actually be something I can kill the afternoon with! What he didn't expect was to follow the paper trail and discover a fellow high-end employee not only embezzling money, but apparently allocating resources to what he assumed were smugglers. It was The Break Rhys had been looking for: turning this guy in would bring him the recognition he wanted. No one could ignore how awesome he was if he blew this things wide open and exposed a lower class for their treachery and ruined their chances on Leith forever. Because there was nothing the Kendrys enjoyed more than depriving the lower classes of anything and everything.
Now realistically, all Rhys had to do was report it. He just had to send word upstairs in The Company and their enforcers would handle it and everything would be peachy. He'd get maybe a bonus, maybe his parents might even bat an eye at the dinner table.
But no. Rhys wanted more than that. He wanted to prove how capable he was, and what better way to do that than by uncovering the deception and bringing it all to light himself?? He would insert himself where the traitor was meant to be, take over the deal, expose the smugglers and then get the traitor and everyone they ever worked with kicked off of Leith and onto that dirt hole of a moon, Westerly. It was a brilliant plan that was perfect and could totally never fail in any way whatsoever.
So naturally it failed in every single way conceivable.
Both Rhys and the traitor showed up. Then the smugglers showed up. Then the smugglers shot the traitor, who died just in time for the Resistance to show up, take out the smugglers, save Rhys...and take him for their new Informant. By the time Rhys realized that he was never dealing with smugglers as the problem to begin with it was too late: he'd already been implicated, the Resistance knew about his hack mods, and there was no way he was going to be able to cover up his involvement in any of this without exposing the fact that he never reported it in the first place. If anything, from all sides it looked like the traitor had been killed trying to rat Rhys out and that all along it was Rhys pulling the strings.
He was going to have no choice but to go along with things and put up with their demands for help. There was too much at stake for him either way...and thus Rhys basically joined the Resistance by accident and without meaning to, therefor hating his life forever and ever.
Especially once he realized if he'd never shown up at all the traitor would have just gotten killed on his own anyway and Rhys could've been at home enjoying being rich.
Samples: TDM 1, if you need more just let me know!
Miscellaneous Notes: A Vaughn plans to app next round, so we're going to assumed history between them both where Rhys's parents basically hired Vaughn's family to shell their kid out to be friends with him. Like rich people do.
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Rhys was born to a surrogate with a silver spoon in his mouth, quite possibly literally thanks to his fortune of having been part of Land Kendry and a rightful citizen of Qresh. This status would give him wealth and comfort, a snobbish upbringing with plenty of disdain for the lower classes on Westerly, and the ever-looming knowledge that he would never be an heir to Land Kendry. He was the only son of a cousin to the main line, meaning there were plenty of other heirs in line before he could even come close to dreaming of that kind of power. Rhys was important, sure, but only so much as any other member of his family as insurance and back-up if tragedy should befall the Head or main line. His status as Qreshi royalty was just that: a title which would afford him a lavish and comfortable living without any need for hardship.
And Rhys did grow up comfortably. Materialistically, anyway. With both parents entrenched in the politics and workings of The Nine, Rhys was often left to his own devices. For them, having a child was simply a way to ensure that their accumulated wealth and status was preserved for the future; it was never about a want to raise or even entertain the idea of caring for a child. Especially one who was...fortunate, enough, to have so many familial genetic connections within the Kendrys. But with second-cousins as parents it really shouldn't have surprised them. Inbreeding to keep the lines pure had been causing certain "less desirable" traits in the family, but somehow it never occurred to them that their own son might be one of those cases.
While he was outwardly fine and indeed born healthy, Rhys suffered from nerve damage due to birth defect in his right arm. The limb was almost effectively useless and hampered the boy's ability to perform even the most basic of tasks, an embarrassment to his parents. It was quickly arranged for his arm to be replaced with a cybernetic one specifically tailored to look as realistic as possible. A hack-modded family member was only slightly more desirable than a useless one after all. But for Rhys it was one of the few profoundly excellent moments of his childhood where his parents put time and effort into him. The arm was never a source of shame to him; he wore it proud and became ever-more interested and intrigued by the technology which had given him back the use of his arm, and what would ultimately have him arrange further modifications to himself: he would go on to replace his left eye as he became an adult, and installed a data port into his temple.
With these mods and his arm combined however Rhys would be pushed over the legal limit for hack mods to sit firmly at 35% modded. Legally he wasn't even considered a citizen anymore, and if found out that would mean no more inheritance, no more status. So he had his eye made as close to human-seeming as possible and kept his arm covered in synthetic to make it appear flesh.
With his childhood spent largely in neglect with far too much time on his hands, Rhys quickly threw himself into the hobby of data mining and hacking. He didn't specifically aim for those two things specifically at first of course, but happened upon it as he fiddled with diagnostics of his arm, the home security systems, and the AI designed to be both companion and caretaker to him in his parents' absence. Rhys began to learn the ins and outs of systems, how to bypass low levels of security and how to dig for what he wanted inside the coding of the system. If his parents weren't going to tell him anything, then he'd find it for himself.
That drive to do things on his own, to overcome others and feel himself as superior would be what motivated him for years and had Rhys ultimately come to the understanding that no one would ever see him as anything beyond his claim to the Kendry name. Rhys wanted recognition for more than that. He wanted it for himself, for people to respect him because of his own efforts and accomplishments. So Rhys replaced his eye to give him that sleek, insubordinate edge that would allow him a leg-up on anyone he encountered, and made enough noise until his parents caved in and pulled strings to get him a position at The Company where he could finally work to seize the status he wanted:
Senior Vice-President of Westerlyn Resource Acquisition & Management Inquiries.
Or, more accurately, "that job where even a brick could succeed because there isn't actually even any real work to do, it's just a bunch of paperwork and sitting around in an office and basically your parents are hoping you get this nonsense out of your system and go back to being rich and complacent."
It was not the dream job Rhys had envisioned propelling him to the top. He had underlings sure, but the work was dull and unimportant and no one would even notice if he never showed up. Nothing he did in his job mattered: it all amounted to stamping on X and filing. It was just report after report on the most mundane and honestly boring stuff in the entire existence of the Quad. Why this job even existed was beyond him and Rhys really was about to give up, to march on back to his parents and demand something actually fitting his skill set...when he noticed The Discrepancy.
It was what could have simply been a small resource allocation error. Nothing big or worrisome and if he wanted he could've just easily written it off. But Rhys was beyond bored, beyond Done with the monotony of his job and decided hey, finally something to do maybe it'll actually be something I can kill the afternoon with! What he didn't expect was to follow the paper trail and discover a fellow high-end employee not only embezzling money, but apparently allocating resources to what he assumed were smugglers. It was The Break Rhys had been looking for: turning this guy in would bring him the recognition he wanted. No one could ignore how awesome he was if he blew this things wide open and exposed a lower class for their treachery and ruined their chances on Leith forever. Because there was nothing the Kendrys enjoyed more than depriving the lower classes of anything and everything.
Now realistically, all Rhys had to do was report it. He just had to send word upstairs in The Company and their enforcers would handle it and everything would be peachy. He'd get maybe a bonus, maybe his parents might even bat an eye at the dinner table.
But no. Rhys wanted more than that. He wanted to prove how capable he was, and what better way to do that than by uncovering the deception and bringing it all to light himself?? He would insert himself where the traitor was meant to be, take over the deal, expose the smugglers and then get the traitor and everyone they ever worked with kicked off of Leith and onto that dirt hole of a moon, Westerly. It was a brilliant plan that was perfect and could totally never fail in any way whatsoever.
So naturally it failed in every single way conceivable.
Both Rhys and the traitor showed up. Then the smugglers showed up. Then the smugglers shot the traitor, who died just in time for the Resistance to show up, take out the smugglers, save Rhys...and take him for their new Informant. By the time Rhys realized that he was never dealing with smugglers as the problem to begin with it was too late: he'd already been implicated, the Resistance knew about his hack mods, and there was no way he was going to be able to cover up his involvement in any of this without exposing the fact that he never reported it in the first place. If anything, from all sides it looked like the traitor had been killed trying to rat Rhys out and that all along it was Rhys pulling the strings.
He was going to have no choice but to go along with things and put up with their demands for help. There was too much at stake for him either way...and thus Rhys basically joined the Resistance by accident and without meaning to, therefor hating his life forever and ever.
Especially once he realized if he'd never shown up at all the traitor would have just gotten killed on his own anyway and Rhys could've been at home enjoying being rich.
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Samples: TDM 1, if you need more just let me know!
Miscellaneous Notes:
A Vaughn plans to app next round, so we're going to assumed history between them both where Rhys's parents basically hired Vaughn's family to shell their kid out to be friends with him. Like rich people do.