#〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉
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⸻ max irons, 39, cis man, he/him ; ] welcome to the bastion, RHYS THORNE. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are THIRTY NINE and have been around london for YOUR WHOLE LIFE, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be CONFIDENT and DISTANT, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a SPY FOR THE TABLE will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your DOZENS OF PASSPORTS WITH FALSE NAMES ON EACH / A WARDROBE TO FIT EVERY OCCASION / PERFECTLY BLOWN SMOKE RINGS in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / james bond, jack ryan, jason bourne. [ ⸻ honey ;
𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
full name . rhys henry thorne
nickname(s) . rhys
age . 39
sexuality . heterosexual
place of birth . london, england
occupation . spy for the head of the table
height . 6'0"
tattoos . plenty of scars + tattoos worked over the scars.
piercings . none
pinterest . here
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
( tw: )
a lot of this is tbd while plotting with daddio
rhys fell in love with spy movies as a kid. it seemed so fast passed, so intense and interesting that he sought to find a way into that world. he won’t admit it, but he can quote the old james bond movies.
but being a spy for the crown just wasn’t what he thought it would be. covering up shit for politicians and people who needed to keep a clear image wasn’t what he signed up for. that damn sure wasn’t what 007 did. his tipping point was always a delicate one, which is why one little wind pushed him into the world his father had already embraced.
years later he’s a spy for the head of the table herself. nobody knows really, but they damn sure do know he does something for the table. rhys weasels his way into every sort of situation, he learns your secrets, and he reports what’s worth it to the woman in charge. sometimes he gets his hands dirty, and the lack of rules and regulations certainly makes him enjoy this job a far bit more.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
on main :
flings, exes, messes : is hoe, make mess.
friends : or as close as they can get. he doesn’t really get close to a lot of people but their relationship works because they don’t really ask any questions either.
sparring partners : he enjoys fighting, and they keep one another in the ring and up to skill.
connections : people who tip him off to things, whether willing on their part or just people he has manipulated into it and don’t even realize what is going on.
enemies : or just in general people who don’t like him, people who don’t get along with him, people who he doesn’t like.
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉
〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉
#〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉#〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉#talesfmintro
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@phantxmthreads
“ i’ve been asked if having a father as a tailor gets me any special treatment. ” rhys begins, buttoning the new shirt he was picking up to try it out. his father never got his measurements wrong, this was more because he wanted to feel the new material than to ensure it was the proper size. “ i’m sure you can imagine what i often reply. ” he could be a cheeky little shit, rhys usually smarted off to people or told them to figure it out themselves.
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@hydraschaos
" the bastion should really invest in a cafe. " rhys says as he cradles his cup of tea, a cup he brewed in his room and took down to enjoy in the lobby. plenty of people passed along this space and while little shared was useful, rhys did so enjoy the people watching. “ a nice cup of tea goes a long way. ” adds he.
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@talesofmanyx
standing on a balcony at the bastion felt like an entirely different world. the city around them had no idea about the criminal underworld that lay beneath their noses. pulling out his cigarettes, he flips open the top and offers a silent cuss. of course he lost his lighter. just as he’s about to slip the vice back into his pocket the door to the balcony sounds, and rhys has a bit of hope. “ please tell me you have a light. ”
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