APPEARANCE: Despite his young age, Rhett easily looks to be a man in his mid-30s. His face and body are worn out and has seen a lot of wear and tear with deep wrinkles under his auburn eyes. His face and hair are covered in thick, matted black hair and his appearance has always been messy to say the slightest. He dresses casually despite his profession: a short sleeved collared shirt with a white t-shirt underneath followed by brown denim pants tucked into a pair of black combat boots. His body is lean and muscular but covered in scars and not all of them are combat related: his back in particular is quite mutilated and is nothing but streaks of scabbed scars. If his face has any scars, the beard obscures them.
CLASSIFICATION : Mystokinetic Civilian
MYSTOKINETIC ABILITY :
Rhett mainly uses his telekinesis to operate and fire three firearms at once, all of which hover around him. He is easily able to fire and reload his weapons without ever having to touch them. However he must first spend time with each individual firearm, taking it apart during downtime and feeling and understanding the weapon so that he can "feel" it with his mind during a fight. Weight is also a factor and if he ever uses anything substantially heavier, the quantity of weapons he can utilize as once may decrease.
Deadly with his machete, the only thing he actually carries in his hand.
+Cunning +Savage Fighter +Task oriented +Expert on small arms
HISTORY: Rhett's past and where he came from is unknown, not even having a Surname. The best guess is that he came from the deepest parts of Meropis, but others mainly know him as a dangerous enforcer for various criminal organizations in the seedy underbelly of Meropis. His loyalties aren't to one particular group but instead he gets passed around various gangs whenever he is needed. This has ranged from forcing individuals to pay back debts to loan sharks, to assassinations, to attacks on rival gangs, and most infamously "cleaning house". A term used by the Meropis underworld when a larger gang or crime family needs to purge its own ranks of any seditious members, often resulting in a large amount of innocent collateral damage.
Rumor has it that Rhett was once even lent out to the Corporation for some mysterious wet-work, and has even seen the Sun. Though this is just a rumor and was never confirmed by Rhett, who remains tight lipped on the subject. Still, combine this rumor, with his criminal associations along with his casual tendency towards violence and you have a person who most would call absolutely toxic.
[attr="class","monbody"]It was chilly that day when he first saw the sparks. His guardian made sure to have him wear a light rain coat to prevent a cold. The man’s own cloak obscured his entire body as it was less a coat and more a large piece of rough brown cloth that he draped over his head and body as an oversized shawl. His face was obscured within the shadows of the makeshift hood and only his white beard, which reached down to his chest, could be seen. There were no sleeves, just an arm reaching out and grabbing the boy’s hand as they walked down the darkened and damp streets. More like hobbled really, despite being the leader, the man walked slowly with a severe limp that could be seen even when his legs were hidden and the brown fabric dragged along the soggy ground.
“Why are we leaving the compound?” The boy says as he grasps his mentor’s hand. The skin felt cheap and rubbery.
“Staying enclosed for too long can lead to severe eccentricity” the man coughed and the child could hear a set of three loud, metal clicks beneath the cloak, near the hips, before something set itself back into place. “You cannot become effective if that place is all you know.”
“So we’re just going for a walk?” the boy asked impudently, “seems like a waste of time. I could be practicing on the puzzle instead.”
“Ah, but soon you’ll become too good at that, and that too will seem like a waste of time. You’ll have wished you had taken these walks.” There was a small hollowness in his voice, like the end of an echo in a deep cavern. “Every day you will find and focus on one particular thing that you see, it can be anything, but when we return you will tell me every single detail about it. You will be meticulous in your observation.”
“Can we stop and look at something?” the boy asks.
“No, you must find something on the trail I choose we walk on. Is this not slow enough for you?”
“I hate it when you try to be funny.”
“I’ve done this very thing” the man continued. “And I’ve had a lot of free time. I will know when you are being lazy. You will be punished if you fail to offer a proper observation.”
“Yes sir…” the child mumbled out, looking down at the ground. Maybe he could think about the small little puddles in the ground. But that’s not really important, is it? How much detail can one give about a muddle hole?
The boy jolts from his thoughts as the man stops abruptly. In front of them are two males, they look like teenagers, one of them is just starting to grow peach fuzz on his chin. The other one has a small knife facing down in his fist.
“You got a ration card under that rag there? Best hand it over.” The tone was shaky, desperate in its attempts to sound intimidating.
“No” was the only reply they got. The two stare at the man, bewildered at the sudden, firm answer. The man’s hand let’s go of the boy, the combined sweat and moisture from the rubber-like skin resulted in a small ‘plop’.
“Sir?” the Boy said nervously.
“You’re lucky today” the man replied. “You get something easy to observe. Get behind me, Rhett.”
As his arm slips back under the cloak, the boy hears a click as something beneath is unfastened.
“Tito, get your piece out” the would-be thug says as his accomplice behind him pulls a pistol out of his coat pocket. “Don’t act tough, old man, I know a few places that would pay for a runt like-
“Silence!” The voice is soft, but there is an electronic whirzzing to his tone, distorting his words. “To kill you is regretful for it means you had an existence to begin with.” Appearing from underneath his garment is a hilt, the handle embroidered with multiple colors of real wool fibers. The blade is still sheathed and hidden beneath. As he parted his shawl, his hood fell back.
“Woah, the fuck is that!?”
“What are those things coming out of his head!?”
“It is disgusting that you should share reality with me” He spat out.
It was then before the boy’s eyes that he saw the sparks.
Rhett let out a sigh as he took a long drag of the cigarette. The room was dark with no bed and only a concrete floor. He was getting irritated as he was nearly out of the food that had been stashed here. This was by far the worst safe room he’d ever had to hole in. He tossed the cigarette butt onto the littered floor as he looked down at his pistol, taken apart into three separate pieces. This right here is how he killed time for the past three days in this stinking room. His eyes going cross-eyed as all three pieces melded together in his vision as he began to feel his fingers twitch.
“Bluebird” he mumbles as his fingers dash out and grab all three pieces, practically juggling them as he tosses one up into the air while he quickly assembles the other two parts together, hearing that ‘click’ just as the final part lands in his hand as he slides it on. He quickly takes aim at the door and pulls the trigger, hearing the emptying weapon fire ‘click, click, click’.
“Ten seconds” he says grumpily. He had gotten nine last time.
He lets out a loud groan as the door suddenly swings open and a flashlight is shined into his face.
“Put that fucking thing out!” he curses as his hands cover his face.
“Damn it stinks in here” a voice behind the light says. “You reek!”
“You shoved me in a box with no shower!” Rhett spits out. “There’s a fuckin’ hole in the corner for shitting. What kind of place did you put me in?”
“It was the only place where I knew the Veranese wouldn’t find you.” As the light switched off, the man behind it took shape. He had swarthy skin and was stout with a large belly and broad powerful shoulders. His face was chubby with a pronounced chin and a small, squat nose. “They were pissed after the heist. Swearing bloody murder that they’re gonna carve you up.”
“Fuck ‘em” Rhett said as he stands up. His ass hurt sitting on hard concrete for days on end. “Can I go now? I’d like to bathe for once.”
“No.” the man said sternly, blocking the door. “There’s been a new arrangement.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that, Rikurd?” Rhett asked suspiciously as he reached for his machete.
“The Blood Circuits now have the proper bargaining position when talking to the Veranese family. They’ll play ball now. But they’re still a little sore about you. You know how those guys are about slighted honor or whatever. It’ll make negotiations more tense than they need to be.”
Rhett begins to slide his blade out of the leather strap.
“Put that fuckin’ thing away” Rikurd says. “You think I would have come by myself if we wanted to pop you? We’re moving you out of the neighborhood for a little while. Stay low.”
Rhett slides the machete back into place. “You think you can decide something like-
“I already did. I picked out a nice little spot for you. I got some boys moving your equipment, they’ll be careful. I know how sensitive you get.”
“Fuck you!” Rhett hissed “You’re just a glorified babysitter.”
“Frankly I’d rather be the babysitter than the baby” Rikurd took a small, metal bottle out of his coat pocket and gulped down a swig. “You’re laying low for awhile until the heat dies down, that’s final. Unless of course you wanna whine to the big man.”
Rhett grinded his teeth at that last sentence. The prick always could pull out that card against him and there was nothing Rhett could do about it.
“No…” he said reluctantly.”
“Good. Now here’s your pay, 3000 credits.” Rikurd tosses at Rhett a small, foiled card which the thug catches. “Don’t spend it all at once now.”
“What am I gonna do for work?” Rhett asked. “This won’t last forever.”
“I’ve taken care of that.” Rikurd reaches into his breast pocket and produces a small, paper envelope. “We’ve had an unusual contact within our channels. Could be something to keep you occupied.”
Rhett rips the paper away from him and shreds the envelope, fumbling over the folded letter inside. His eyes scan it and flare up in anger as he looks back up at Rikurd.