Gentry Investigations

Rhys:

Name: Rhys, Lord of Relics
Age: Over 2000
Rank: Raven; Ex-Death God
Designation: Sidhe Warrior (Fey)
Skills: Can kill with touch; Can control armies of the dead
Weapons: Dreaded Death (Uamhas); Axe; Daggers
Livery: Unknown
Health Status: Alive
Was: Cromm Cruach

Description: "He put his cape and the waist-length spill of white wavy hair over one arm so I’d have an unobstructed view of his body. Rhys was a full half foot under six feet, short for a guard. He smiled his full cupid-bow lips at me. They matched the round boyishly handsome face and the one pale blue eye. His eye was a tricircle of blue; cornflower blue around the pupil, sky blue, then a circle of winter sky. The other eye was lost forever under a furrow of scars. Claw marks cut across the upper right quarter of his face. One single claw mark parted an inch from the rest, cutting across otherwise perfect skin to cross from his upper right forehead to cut down the bridge of his nose and the lower left cheek."

UPDATE: "Rhys blanked the mirror and turned, his robe more red than white. The blood had stained his white hair and skin, like red ink sprinkled on him. Where the blood touched his skin and hair, the red seemed to glow. That shining blood began to vanish, as if his very skin absorbed it, until he stood straight clean, and untouched, except for the bloody robe. His blue eyes was a whirl of colors, like looking into the center of some sky-colored storm.

Doyle used the sword sheath in his hands to salute, and Frost draw his long sword. They both touched their foreheads, but it was Doyle who said. "Hail, Cromm Crauch, who slew Tigernmas, Lord of Death, for his pride and his crimes against the people." SbM p 66-67"

"You were the gwynfor, the white lord, and you will be again." Sage to Rhys.

Portrayed by: Jonathon Rhys Meyers


	*Rhys: Name: Rhys, Lord of Relics Age: Over 2000 Rank: Raven; Ex-Death God Designation: Sidhe Warrior (Fey) Skills: Can kill with touch; Can control armies of the dead Weapons: Dreaded Death (Uamhas); Axe; Daggers Livery: Unknown Health Status: Alive Was:* Cromm Cruach Description: "He put his cape and the waist-length spill of white wavy hair over one arm so I’d have an unobstructed view of his body. Rhys was a full half foot under six feet, short for a guard. He smiled his full cupid-bow lips at me. They matched the round boyishly handsome face and the one pale blue eye. His eye was a tricircle of blue; cornflower blue around the pupil, sky blue, then a circle of winter sky. The other eye was lost forever under a furrow of scars. Claw marks cut across the upper right quarter of his face. One single claw mark parted an inch from the rest, cutting across otherwise perfect skin to cross from his upper right forehead to cut down the bridge of his nose and the lower left cheek." UPDATE: "Rhys blanked the mirror and turned, his robe more red than white. The blood had stained his white hair and skin, like red ink sprinkled on him. Where the blood touched his skin and hair, the red seemed to glow. That shining blood began to vanish, as if his very skin absorbed it, until he stood straight clean, and untouched, except for the bloody robe. His blue eyes was a whirl of colors, like looking into the center of some sky-colored storm. Doyle used the sword sheath in his hands to salute, and Frost draw his long sword. They both touched their foreheads, but it was Doyle who said. "Hail, Cromm Crauch, who slew Tigernmas, Lord of Death, for his pride and his crimes against the people." SbM p 66-67" "You were the gwynfor, the white lord, and you will be again." Sage to Rhys. Portrayed by: Jonathon Rhys Meyers