[hider= Rhys Fox] [color=1E90FF]Name:[/color]  Rhys Fox 
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He usually dresses in fast drying clothing or swimwear. Until it starts snowing, he can be seen in flip flops or barefoot. His hands and feet are highly calloused from hard labor. 

[color=1E90FF]Personality:[/color] While Rhys isn't shy, he doesn't have a lot of friends either. Really great acquaintances that he hangs out with and parties with, but he just simply doesn't have the time for form close bonds. Between working and caring for his father and school, it had made him rather serious and was forced to grow up quickly. He has great work ethic and will always see thing through to the end, even if it is doomed to fail.  Especially if he feels as though he has taken on a leader role.  At the same time, he isn't nearly as grown up or as clever or as level headed as he thinks he is. He is prone to childish passive aggressive tactics towards those he see that 'rich' and will actively try to make those people seem foolish, or bait them into a full on brawl for no other reason than they are wealthy. He will also try to fight people he sees looking down at his father for being crippled or poor. 

 
[color=1E90FF]Likes:[/color]
Boats, sailing, oceanography, nature music  
[color=1E90FF]Dislikes: [/color]
Rich people. People who look down on his father.  
[color=1E90FF]Hobbies:[/color] Sailing, Fishing, Swimming, Snorkeling....Sailing. 

[color=1E90FF]Background: [/color]

Rhy comes from a navy based background. He was raised to respect authority. He was raised to be honest, hardworking, diligent and passionate. And most of all, he was raised to love the sea. 

It was truly by chance that his family ended up in Greenbriar, Oregon at all. In fact, his mother hadn't even heard of the place before his parents happened on it on their way to Seattle for the final funeral of his father's mate who didn't make it. People in the navy weren't supposed to get hurt, they weren't supposed to die.  They were supposed to be far from the action in subs and ships. But one sneak attack had injured his father to the point where he was honorably discharged and given medals upon medals. As though that was supposed to bring back his father's friends or his legs. 

His parents had always traveled with his father's work. Never staying at any one base more than a year or two at most. Yet, suddenly they found themselves without place to call home. And they fell in love with the little town from the brief stop at the gas station. They packed up their belonging and move not long before the Red Lights flashed across the sky. It was even hard to say that they lived in the town, as for the first few years after Rhys was born, they lived in his father's boat. Growing up he didn't know it, but the army pension wasn't enough to truly support the family and they were flat broke. 

It was hard for his father to find work after all, who would want to hire a no legged cripple. His mother also struggled to find jobs as she had married his father at 17 and never had to work a day in her life.  It was never enough, not really. But slowly they were able to save enough to buy a small house. It wasn't much, but it was theirs and the way his mother spoke of it, it could have been a palace.  Sadly his mother didn't get to enjoy it long. Not six months after they moved in, she was hit by some rich kid driving too fast and too drunk. The kid got a year in jail and probation and Rhys got to lose his mother. He was five years old. 

His dad then sold the house and moved the two of them back into the boat. And that was were he lived to this day. It wasn't all bad, his father and him had been to some of the most beautiful places in the world. During summer vacation, they would just unhook the house and travel. His father never had to leave to work, he simply took the boat after Rhys would leave for school, fish and then return home to pick him up. 

It was a good thing his father stayed mostly on the boat. At sea, he was free and at home. At sea he wasn't a cripple.  On land, he relied on Rhys for nearly everything. And in his old age, he had started to rely on his son more and more. Fishing wasn't paying the bills anymore, so Rhys had to get a job at the yacht club, helping the rich people he hated so much  'feel like real sailors'. 

Ideally, Rhys would have gone into the navy right out of high school, but his father forbade it.  Now, all he can see his life is working at the yacht club and getting suck further and futher by being forced to care for his father's failing health. 

Currently, his plan is to go crabbing in Alaska so that he could get enough money to get his father the help he needs and get the heck out of town. [/hider]