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Rhys Mano Erasmios

"The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one."

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a character in “What a Curious Academy”, originally authored by Kilgannon, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Rhys Mano Erasmios
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Role
Male 9

Gender
Male

Age
18

Personality
Rhys is perhaps a bit... what's the word? Sheltered from the know-how of the modern world. He acts as if he lives in times much more civilized than they are today, and is very much so chivalrous. He has mixed qualities of both an introvert and an extrovert, which vary in intensity from time to time. One moment he could be enjoying the company of others, and the next he could be wishing he were the only man alive, left alone with only his thoughts to keep him such joyous company. On that note, he doesn't show any apparent hate towards people, not even those he considers his 'enemies', and instead shows those labeled as such perhaps the highest regard he possibly can. He is very courteous with women, believing that they are delicate things and should be treated as such. He is the type to pull out your chair, or perhaps lay his coat over a puddle so you can walk over, if you were to label him to such stereotypes. And despite all of this, he never actually been in love. Nor has he felt any strong attraction. Rather, love is a concept he still doesn't entirely understand, and he feels it's something just within his grasp, but still far away enough to remain at the tip of his fingers.

Brief Description
Usually hidden beneath his coat, Rhys has a well toned frame. He is of just above average height, with well rounded muscularity. His hair is short, and a light blonde in color, with tresses of hair that fall into his face. His eyes are a golden color, which he likes to associate with the color of ichor, the blood of the Greek Gods. His skin is fair, with a light complexion, and he doesn't tan that well. It shows no apparent blemishes, and he has only the faintest of scars running across his body from various scrapes and scratches. Along the left side of his waist line, and also trailing up the left side of his torso, there is blue fire tattooed. He shows apparent care for his looks, fingernails always trimmed, teeth cleaned, and hair always brushed. His attire hardly changes, and he can be usually seen wearing his dark beige coat. The hood of which is lined with black fur.

Likes
+ Reptiles (More specifically, turtles)
+ Roses, of any color
+ Fencing
+ Autumn weather
+ Cloudy, sunny days
+ The scent of Peppermint


Dislikes
- Anything a bright yellow color, it's a pain to his eyes
- Loud noises
- Snow
- Italian/Oriental food
- The cold


Phobias
- Aichmophobia
- Pnigerophobia


History
He was born in the northern states of the US, in a place where it was cold ten months out of the twelve that make a year. And he hated it growing up, the cold. He disliked it all, the freezing, the snow, the lack of sunshine. It was a drag. As he was growing up, he had a bit of a sheltered home life. And was raised on a strict set of rules high into his teen years. Don't be out past a certain time, don't do drugs, don't drink, don't have unprotected sex, ect, ect. But there was one main rule that his father specifically instilled. "Treat a girl like you've loved her a thousand years. Treat her like she's the one, even if she isn't. That way, you'll be able to feel the greatest thing you'll ever know more than once." It was probably one thing taken to heart the most by Rhys, but also a thing he questioned the most. He doubted the sincerity behind it, and still questions the full concept of love to this day.

With the average home life came an average uprising, and Rhys experienced few tragedies. The only of worthy of note was the death of his mother, shortly after he had turned sixteen. It had been the first loss he had experienced, and it had been one of the hardest he ever would in the coming years. This was perhaps the tipping point for Rhys, for a short amount of time. And he indulged in a phase of recklessness and abandon, doing the things he never did before, and many times. This of course, was a phase that didn't last long. And he soon fell back into the same pattern, welcomed once again by his father. Upon his last year at high school, Rhys was called to Curious Academy, and humbly accepted, enrolling to start next term, on the condition that he jump back down the status of Junior.


Soulmate
To be announced.

Other
There was no traumatic events that led to the development of the phobias that Rhys has, and they just developed out of nowhere. To this day, he is not sure why he fears being choked. Nor does he know why he fears needles and sharp objects.

The Day I Left The Womb - Escape the Fate
Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away,
No recollection nor the smell of your perfume,
I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.

Brother, put your needles down.
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.
Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed.
If you see mother, tell her I can sing.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much too busy, to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.

And daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the boys that you have raised.
Your withered heart, and everything its seen,
Your cuts and callises, you had kids to feed.
You had kids to feed.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much too busy, to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.



Rhys Mano Erasmios

1.) Tell us, how old are you? What sex are you? When were you born?
I am an eighteen year old male, born July 13th.

2.) Tell us, what do you like?
What do I like? Well, I really like turtles. Reptiles in general, but turtles the most. I like roses, fencing, autumn weather, cloudy days, and both the taste and smell of peppermint.

3.) What kind of person are you interested in?
This is a very hard question for me to answer. You see, I'm not entirely sure to what extremity I can even be "interested" in a person. It's all still very new and confusing to me. I guess I'm interested in a person who makes me happy and I feel comfortable being myself around. Don't we all?

4.) What does 'love' mean to you?
I'm not quite sure I can answer this, I'm sorry.

5.) What is your love personality?
I'm not entirely sure what this means, but I suppose I'm very much about chivalry.

6.) Is your glass half full, or half empty?
Ha, actually, I'm quite the realist. Which is probably the exact opposite of an idealist.

7.) Tell me, what kind of soul mate may upset you if you got it?
I think the concept of soul mate would mean that I wouldn't end up being upset with them, because they're matched to me. How could I be upset with that?

8.) How sexually active are you?
I'm not sexually active. At all. Such an odd quiz question. . .

9.) What are places you like, or scenery?
I, for some odd reason, enjoy camping out on top of building roofs.

10.) What did you want to be when you were little? What do you want to be now? Why?
What did I want to do. . .? Oh wow, I'm not entirely sure I remember. I'm fairly certain it had something do with animals. It has something to do with animals now. I want to be a Herpetologist. That's the branch of Zoology that deals with amphibians and reptiles. And I love reptiles. So. Pretty self explanatory.

11.) What are your favorite bands? Favorite songs? Any genres?
Falling In Reverse. My Apocalypse, Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche, The Day I Left The Womb. Post-Hardcore, Acoustic New Age, Ambient, Jazz, Improv, Rock.

12.) How do you spend free time?
Work at a nearby pet store, and volunteer at the city zoo whenever it's open, usually sticking to the reptile exhibits. Play guitar, read, write, listen to music.

13.) Do you read? What is your favorite book?
I do! My favorite book is The Invisible Man by H.G Wells.

14.) Who was the last person you dated?
I've never actually officially dated a person. Heh. . .

15.) How would you describe yourself?
I'd say I'm a logical person with a sound head on my shoulders. I perhaps think too complexly into things and can hardly grasp the concepts of others. I'm easy to get along with, at times. I can shift between wanting to hang out and wanting to be alone often.

16.) Where would your dream date take place? Why?
Dream date? Venice, Italy. Why? Because I've always wanted to go there since I was a kid. The City of Canals, just the sound of it seems beautiful. I think it'd be the perfect place.

17.) What is your spirit animal?
Spider. Artistic, intuitive, and independent, maybe even a little eccentric. Can become so absorbed in endeavors that it loses track of the outside world and the people in it. But what it gives in return is magic, pure and simple. Artistic genius, ability to see patterns and sense trouble from a distance.

18.) Is there anyone you've got your eye on? *wink* Why?
Not anybody in particular at the moment.

19.) Can you tell us secret you never told anyone?
When my mother died, I got very heavy into drugs for a while before I finally managed to help myself out of it. I was alone and scared and dependent on the chemicals I ingested.

20.) What are the lyrics to the song that describes you best?
Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away,
No recollection nor the smell of your perfume,
I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.

Brother, put your needles down.
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.
Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed.
If you see mother, tell her I can sing.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much too busy, to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.

And daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the boys that you have raised.
Your withered heart, and everything its seen,
Your cuts and callises, you had kids to feed.
You had kids to feed.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much too busy, to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.


21.) What color resembles 'Passion', to you? Why?
Passion? In the simplest form of an answer, I'd say red. It's vibrant and demanding. It draws your attention and can be attributed as sexy. It's fiery.

22.) What gets you hot? Why?
I cannot answer this, as I have never had any sexual encounters other than personal carnal urges.

23.) If I walked into your bedroom right now, what may I see?
You'd see various paintings, my turtle in it's cage, two cats curled up on my bed, and myself in bed, under the covers and listening to music whilst using the computer or reading a book.

24.) You like TV, huh? What is your favorite Movie? How about Anime? Why?
I'm not actually that big of a television buff. I don't watch anything. I stick to music and writing and reading.

25.) How would you Impress someone you like?
I'm honestly not sure, I'm not the kind to show off. I suppose I'd just be myself and hope for the best.

So begins...

Rhys Mano Erasmios's Story

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It had been raining earlier that day. Raining, in a place where it was usually decorated by snow. It had come as a bit of a surprise to Rhys as he first set foot outside that very morning. The sidewalks were stained dark from the moisture and only the faintest of drops had been falling at that time. He had stepped out when it had first begun. And now, as he drove to the place where he would ultimately experience love, or hoped to do so, it was a full downpour.

A different thought passed through his head with every swipe of the wipers as they moved back and forth in a metronomic fashion. The rain made everything feel so gray, and Rhys couldn't help but turn his gaze to the drops of moisture that formed on his window as he stopped at lights and signs. The view of the world through them made it seem magnified and distorted, and it sent Rhys into a silent ramble about how the rain portrayed the world as it really was.

Gray, distorted, and much bigger than people thought. In fact, it was such a long string of thoughts that it completely occupied him as he mechanically drove the full hours of the trip to the Curious Academy where he would soon be boarding.

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As he reached the end of his trip, and was pulling into the main gates of his new home, the string of thoughts had been continued and had just reached the phrase 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. Everything in life was only beautiful because an individual's opinion. One could find a flower beautiful, whilst the other could consider it just an eyesore and a waste of space.

What the actual verdict is is undetermined, because it is only a given title based on one's point of view. Rhys wondered if that was how everything in the world worked, and the answer escaped him. Besides, now wasn't the time to be searching for another intricate answer to a perhaps thoroughly philosophical life question, no, now was the time to find a parking spot and get directions to his room.

And so he did, parking in a slot that seemed to be placed adjacent to a single tree, which was adorned by a woman sitting in it's shade and reading book. Thanks to the shade, Rhys cast his gaze upward to observe the drastic change in weather here compared to where he had just been earlier on in the day. It was fairly sunny, with only the occasional cloud in the sky. It felt nice. But he could not spend the entire day gazing at the sky and enjoying the warmth and comfort it gave him, he had things to do.

And do them he did, starting with him reaching out his hand for the door handle and stepping out of his vehicle for the first time since he had started his trip. Finally getting to stretch his legs felt amazing as Rhys picked up a standard pace along the sidewalk, which ran next to the tree with the woman, and to a door that lead into the building.

As he passed the tree, he gave merely a wave over his shoulder behind him to the woman that sat in the shade, hoping that she would perhaps be looking up from her book at the appropriate moment to see his offered greeting.

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Once he had reached the building, it didn't take him long to find the secretary office and he picked up his room key and schedule. It wasn't until he had navigated himself to his room that he realized he had forgotten his baggage in his car. But, instead of going back for it, he decided on entering the room anyway and claiming a bed for himself. It was a quaint room, outfitted for two people.

Standard, really. There was basic carpet, which seemed to be a teal color and two beds, one on either side of a portion of the room. There was a portion of wall that jutted out to the left of the door, and extended forwards, concealing a small kitchen area, where the carpet lead into tile. As Rhys explored the small kitchen, decorated with a small round table and two chairs, a refrigerator, stove, and small amount of counter space, he came across another door that lead to a bathroom with a basic set-up.

It had a toilet, sink adjacent to it, and a shower that was concealed by a sliding glass door designed in a way that made everything blurred as you looked through it. The glass was also patterned in a way that made tiny individual windows, each having different amounts of sides and varying shapes. Sure, it was small. But it was also comfortable. As Rhys exited back into the kitchen and across to the living area, he claimed the bed furthest away from the door and emptied his pockets onto it.

As he looked at the small pile of items, he wondered who he would be rooming with. His eyes then set themselves upon the slip of paper he had received after taking the soul mate quiz. Apparently, it contained the results of the aforementioned quiz, but Rhys had yet to read the name upon it. He decided he would read it after meeting his roommate and getting himself acquainted with both him, and the school.

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And so, Rhys sat upon his bed after returning the things to his pockets and silently stared at the door, waiting for whomever he would be rooming with to enter.

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Kyran had his ear phones in, the music blastin loudly in his pierced ears. His ride was 23 seconds late. He glanced down at the time on his stylish silver watch and rolled his green eyes.

At the 54th second, a sleek white limo pulled up and he sighed impatiently. He driver walked out, bowed and he the door open.

"Forgive me, Sir. I ran into some traffic," the man said politely, his eyes lowered respectfully. Kyran was to be feared and he knew. Most people did.

The Rich Heir glanced at the driver cooly.
"I'll let it slide this time," and with the old man muttering thanks, Kyran slid into the roomy car, letting his long legs stretch out easily. Ten seconds later and he could feel the limo start to move. Kyran closed his eyes, silently cursing his parents and older sister for sending him to such a ridiculous place. Who the fuck cared about his love life? He liked it the way it was. Dead.

"If you don't go to this school, I will be disowning you,"

His fathers stern voice still rang in his head and he ran a long fingered hand through his silvery white hair. Stupid genes. His father and grand father both had premature grays at an earl age. It bothered him to no end but dying it would have been even more troublesome so he let it as it was. What right did they have to interfere with his life anyway? They never have a shit until now. He drummed his fingers with irritation against his arm rest. They could all go to hell for all he cared. There was no way he was going to marry the 'soulmate' he was assigned to. What kind of crap was that anyway? How could anybody find their other half through some stupid written exam?

Everyone was crazy. They expected him to do things that he had vowed himself he would never do again. They’re all dumb asses. They were people that didn’t know a single thing about him.

Kyran heard something rustle and he remembered the sleek white envelope he had stuck into his back pocket. Reaching underneath him, he pulled it out more crumpled than it used to be. At least they had did as he requested, putting him in a room with a guy. Who the fuck did coed rooming anyway? The stupid shits. His whole being was aching to return to the cold comfort of his bedroom.

"They never even knew what I went through...." he muttered quietly to himself, rubbing the envelope between his thumb and index finger. The young man let out a groan as the limousine slid to a neat stop right at the gate. Damn. It’s time. The light stung his eyes as the driver opened the door, bowing.

“I will have your luggage at your dorm, Sir,” He said and Kyran dismissed him with a passive dip of his head. He had left a tip in the back seat. He knew that he wasn’t the most easiest of employees but who could expect him to? His life was freaking crappy and now he was at this prison of a school. Just as Kyran thought that, a couple of giggling girls waved at him, smiling widely, blushing. Screw them. He didn’t want to come here. But if he hadn’t, his father would without a doubt put him out on the streets.
Sighing, Kyran headed up to the entrance way of the large building. He had remembered his room number and had spent the entire night before, memorizing the way to his room from the map that the counselor had given him.

Turning right, left and walking up several stairs, he finally found his room. Rolling his eyes, Kyran pushed it open and walked on in.

With a quick look around, he nodded to himself. The room was better than he could have hoped for. The beds were long enough for his long legs, the blankets were soft and fluffy. Kyran was expecting something like a little closet with a tiny bunk squeezed in.
He started look more and stopped as someone was sitting in the next bed just looking at him.

With a slight smile, Kyran decided that the guy didn’t look like too much of an idiot.

“I’m Kyran Ziriko, I’m guessing you’re my room mate?”