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Basic Info

Full Name Rhodri Griffiths Aliases/Nickname(s) Ro, Rhodes, Rhodey, Roro, Griff, Griffo. He'll answer to anything. DOB/Age 6 Dec. 1995 / 29 Hometown/Time Period Crymych, Wales / Contemporary Citizenship(s) British

Notable Appearance

Height/Build 5'9 / lean as a whippet Hair/eyes Brown/grey The kind of flat ass that looks incredible hugged in a pair of Levi's. Assortment of scars from a rough and tumble start to life. Some tattoos. De-ages by like ten years when he gets a haircut. Cleans up nice, but is also very likely to look like something dragged in by the tide. Off-duty, he can usually be found in an oversized hoodie like the 5 am gym rat he is. A nervous blinker.

Employment

Job Title Wrangler (1st year) Length of Employment 2 years Partner Yeehaw Cash Housing 3 bed townhouse with [NAME] & [NAME] Recruitment Initially drawn by the adventure and resources. Work-related Skills A quick thinker, and while those thoughts are often just Vibes, Rhodri hasn't been led too astray (yet) by gut instincts. Part and parcel of being a survivalist kid is being handy with all kinds of manual skills; he can fix engines, hotwire things, lay down fencing, etc. Proficient in a wide range of fire arms and overly comfortable with a knife. Fluent in Welsh and Morse code.

Personality

Positives + street smart, woods wise + easy sense of humour + quick-thinking + generous, like a crow that brings you trinkets once you've been nice to him

Neutrals = self-reliant = not easily embarrassed = code of honour (indecipherable to most) = always the most surprised when he can do something well

Negatives - empath (it fucking sucks & he hides it well, but you bet you'll see him mirroring you if you're projecting your emotions loudly) - self-esteem so middling he mostly dgaf what you think about him - irresponsible (vibes!!)

History

Family Rhys Griffiths (father); ex-military. Gwyneth Griffths (mother); veterinarian; ex-Royal Army Veterinary Corps. Cousins (various).

Rhodri's parents drunk a little too deeply of the Kool-Aid. Former military and now older parents, they provided their only kid with a comfortable life up, with Gwyneth working as the local vet and Rhys doing some low-stakes security work, until Rhodri was eight. The shift towards prepping for a catastrophic fallout was a gradual one at first. The family had always been big on camping and the outdoors, but the long bank holiday weekends spent in the family camper van started to stretch into weekdays. School began to raise concerns when Rhodri's attendance doubled, then tripled, and when his teachers said something about it, he was simply pulled from the system under the justification that he was now going to be home-schooled. And he was, for a time, to a degree that would satisfy the authorities; but by the time he was ten, Rhys and Gwyneth were sufficiently paranoid about the government taking their son away that they simply went off-grid. Did he like this extreme change in his environment? At the time, Rhodri didn't know; he was a child and had no say in it, after all. He liked the wilderness, the lack of maths quizzes and having to put up with kids who he just found annoying. He liked the little exercises his parents put him through, though having to get through the longest night of the year alone, supplied with nothing but tarp and a knife was not it for him. He had mixed feelings about the sparse community his parents found themselves in; some people were nice, others completely off the rails, and he was quick to learn how and when to hide the smartphone he'd snatched off a teen in town in order to save himself from trouble. When his frontal lobe had been given a little more time to develop, Rhodri began to realise that the lifestyle his parents had forced him into wasn't, perhaps, the most logical. Where was the fallout they were constantly prepping for? Was the chatty, rosy-cheeked traffic monitor that supervised kids crossing the street to get to school part of the system that was going to destroy them all? He started to pepper his infrequent incursions into towns and villages (for supplies, whether legally-with-cash, or unlawfully-through-theft) with trips to the local library, signing in with increasingly fantastical Welsh identities before ghosting out of the system, which is how he was eventually noticed by TEA. In the end, it was an easy decision. He's probably more ambivalent about the idea of time crimes than management would like, but the wealth of resources TEA had to offer was the candy he couldn't resist. There initially were some bedding in problems (difficult to go from living off-grid to adhering to an intern's schedule), but he's adaptable and, more importantly, he's curious, traits which served him in good stead. He's only recently graduated from internship and is now in his first year as a Wrangler.

Notes/Trivia

His cultural reference points are all over the place. He knows this and acts like it doesn't bother him. If you see him voraciously devouring Wikipedia articles about pop culture in order to understand the ✨zeitgeist✨, no you didn't.
Gym rat. Usually in the early hours, because he's fighting demons or something. Looks like he's blasting music, but it's actually educational podcasts.
☼ Sagittarius ☽ Pisces ↑ Gemini. Thinks vibes count as a valid emergency exit strategy and will teach you how to hotwire a car over a half-charged phone he forgot wasn’t his.
Loves an eisteddfod 👌👌

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