Rhydderch, Bryn

[Bryn Rhydderch]

Bryn Tomos Rhydderch ,

I'm about as close to making sense As I am ever going to get

AGE	AFFILIATION	SPECIES
twenty-seven	Veritas	Human

NICKNAMES Has in the past been begrudgingly referred to as Bunny. He is not fond of this and really would appreciate if it would stop. BIRTHDAY March 10th LOCATION London, born in Swansea, studied in Cardiff SEXUALITY heterosexual LISTS I LIKE 1. Words 2. Helping others 3. Everything being in its place 4. Old movies 5. Mints, he always has some on him 6. Feeling truly welcome 7. Gin, his drink of choice 8. The smell of books 9. Camping and the countryside in general 10. Fast food, he's not much of a cook I DISLIKE 1. Helplessness 2. Not being useful 3. Feeling awkward 4. Too much attention 5. Uneasy silences 6. That stupid tattoo 7. Lettuce 8. Giggling people that just happen to be looking his direction 9. Not knowing what is going on around him 10. Being woken up 11. How easily embarrassed he is. MY STRENGTHS ARE 1. Loyal 2. Diligence 3. Friendly and forgiving 4. Generally optimistic 5. Dependable MY WEAKNESSES ARE 1. Social awkwardness 2. Can be gullible 3. Tends to let himself get roped into doing things 4. Gets caught up in his head 5. Doesn't always speak up when he should I'M AFRAID OF 1. He had this nightmare once where he had lost the ability to understand what people were saying and he couldn't speak as well. That's always stayed with him. 2. That he'll go to pieces 3. Heights 4. Tentacles. Really creeps him out. It's the boneless wiggling. 5. Having to choose between people. I ASPIRE TO 1. Always learn 2. Get over awkwardness 3. Learn how to cook 4. Reconnect with his brother, help him out 5. To actually do good with his job, help people like Iain and others MY QUIRKS/HABITS ARE 1. Is a habitual pencil chewer 2. Always carries mints 3. Is really bad about reading over people's shoulders but hates it when people do it to him. 4. Smells books and paper 5. Gets possibly too attached to his work supplies and gives them names POSSIBLE PLAY BY Zach Ward THE PLAYER Hey, I'm Fergie, 26, and the player of Bryn here, Lucas Scudder, Lalita Virdee, and Clemency Bankroft. I'm one of the Admins here and you can get into contact with me on pm, the cbox, or my aim (bumblefergie)

personality If someone didn't know Bryn they would easily write him off as more than a bit incompetent. He's a decent enough fellow if a bit bumbling in social situations. He has a sort of naivety; to him that often times gives him the air of a child in a candy shop. At times anyways, Most of the time he is rather appreciative of the very unexpected route that his life has taken and basks in the opportunities that Veritas has afforded him. Once in a while, Bryn slips into a rather morose mindset. Bryn is rather reluctant to admit to these moments of depression, however, and is quick to cover the behavior up. Any time he seems a little extra happy this is usually the cause. He overcompensates for the moment and rather shoves himself into his work and really any aspect of his life that offers itself at the moment to not deal with his own thoughts. Shyness is Bryn's default behavior among people and it takes a while for him to warm up to most anyone and break into a more relaxed approach to socialization. The little insecurities are still present however, some of many nagging issues in the back of Bryn¡¯s mind. It doesn't help that he is really rather easily flustered. Anything that could possibly make a person embarrassed in the least will certainly work on Bryn. To combat this he usually focuses very much on his work. You wouldn't know it to watch him work, he seems quite scattered whenever he is doing something, but Bryn is quite adept at most tasks given him and usually more than a few steps ahead of the game. When not being morose and once he has managed to become fairly comfortable around a person Bryn is a good and loyal friend. The stoic, work obsessive nature eases off for the most part and he becomes someone that a person can actually share a few laughs with and generally have a bit of fun. He is easily accepting of people and is always willing to listen to a person's problems or really whatever they wish to talk about. On the other hand and possibly tying back into his insecure nature, Bryn can feel easily slighted. In this instance, Bryn has been known to become more than a bit sulky and withdrawal back into himself if he is of the mind that he is being used or is not being taken seriously. He will never admit to these feelings however as he is usually aware or at least assumes that he is simply acting foolishly. He will instead let whatever slight slide after a while of indulging himself in holding a grudge, as he is extremely determined in his quest to avoid any unnecessary conflict. Necessary conflict is abundant enough so Bryn has no intentions at all in letting petty arguments slip into his life if he can help it. history Bryn Rhydderch was born to Tomos and Bridget March 17th, 1983 in Swansea as their first son; Trevor following April 3rd, 1985. The Rhydderch family was a lower middle class family; Tomos a factory worker and Bridget a secretary. They had a nice but tiny house though situated in a nice little suburb of Swansea proper. Life was really almost disgustingly normal, to be perfectly honest. So, suppose it could be said that he was very much a muggle of this world to borrow the term. Bryn had a fairly calm childhood although he never seemed to find it quite as easy as other children to make friends. Even his little brother was ahead of Bryn by leaps and bounds in that respect. Bryn was standoffish and much preferred his books and the quiet for the most part but did get lonely once in a while. Books were safe, though, and they kept him out of trouble unlike his younger brother. He was the good child, Trevor the 'bad' and, only a few months before Bryn was to leave home, Trevor managed to get himself arrested and imprisoned on drug charges. Despite a feeling of guilt at doing so, Bryn still went through with leaving home for university at Cardiff. Bryn earned enough school funding to get through to university and quickly found his niche in linguistics. During his time at Cardiff he was only slightly less socially awkward but found it a good deal easier to meet people, as people were rather swift to abuse his time and use him as a study partner and, through much begging on the other party, maybe adding some of their workload for his in a manner that wasn't technically the most academically moral way. Then came graduate school and the decision to leave Wales behind for the time for London, not that it was exactly a big move but still. He settled into life easily enough, focusing almost religiously on studies. His focus was on historical linguistics but, as he found himself the teacher's assistant to many a entry level course, he has a solid footing on most branches of the subject, something very much encouraged by his adviser and professor he assisted, Dr. Charlotte Lowel, a former government translator who, after some rather hushed excitement, had retired from the post, coming back to her original field. It was her that recommended Bryn to his current post and, if he had known what his friendship to the doctor would have brought him, Bryn isn't wholly certain he was ready for it. It's a whole new world to him and it turns out that words have more power in a literal sense than he had ever imagined.

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[Bryn Rhydderch]

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As far as Bryn was concerned this was by far the worst part of his job at the institute. Cleanliness was something that came naturally enough to him but there were just things gunking up the headquarters that Bryn just couldn’t tell what it was. Bryn had always been highly disconcerted by the unidentifiable mess but now that he was dealing with them at the office there was the slightly disturbing and thoroughly disgusting thought in the back of his mind that whatever it was it might very well be alive. Thoughts of the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man couldn't help but flit through his mind and that was just something that Bryn did not want to consider at all but it bubbled to the front of his mind every time it came to this and Bryn could have sworn that he had seen something move. He didn’t want to know what his co-workers would start to think of linguist if he were to scream an ear-shattering girly scream because the green fuzz under the sink had moved. No, this was certainly an abuse of his position and generally easygoing nature. He did not take classes in...removal of whatever this was.

Bryn snapped on his gloves. There was no way on God’s green earth and whatever lay beyond that he was going to deal with whatever it was under that sink without something between him and it. Bryn peered into the box of gloves and noted that he had just put on the last pair. Well bugger. Looks like I’ll have to make a supply run sooner than I thought. Marvy. Bryn made a bit of a face, wishing that he had had enough work to have kept him busy at the desk so he didn’t have to face whatever it was he was cleaning. Desks were a good thing. Bryn could appreciate them and was more than used to them. Unfortunately, he was already more than caught up on that aspect of work and now had to deal with the portions he had been putting off. Bryn picked up the sponge and the bottle of bleach and wondered briefly if he shouldn’t dig up a facemask as well. No, that was just being ridiculous. He could do this. It wasn’t going to eat him. It was disgusting but he could certainly handle it. He just wished he knew what it was.

Opening the door, Bryn stalked towards the cabinet under the sink, the keeper of the filth. It was now or never. Well, probably not. Even if he didn’t do it now Bryn knew full well that he would eventually break down and get rid of the mystery mess. He always did and he always would. In the standoff against cleaning Bryn always lost. He took a seat on the ground, opened the cabinet, and took a sniff out of curiosity, which he immediately regretted. “How in the hell did they let it get so bad?” Bryn spun the spray bottle of bleach up and took aim. This was going to be a glorious victory although on a small scale.