RHYS BLACKWOOD

Full Name: Rhys Blackwood Age: 28 Occupation: Personal Bodyguard / Knight Residence: Palace of Veyloris Birthday: March 14 Zodiac Sign: Pisces

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Personality: Rhys is disciplined, stoic, and intensely loyal—qualities forged from years on the battlefield. He rarely lets emotion cloud his judgment, preferring efficiency and control over impulse. Sharp-tongued and blunt, he doesn’t suffer fools lightly, which makes him clash easily with the headstrong princess he guards. Beneath his stern exterior, however, lies a quiet honor and a surprising depth of empathy, though he keeps it carefully hidden. Rhys is wary of attachment, haunted by past losses, and reluctant to let anyone breach the walls he’s built around himself.

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Backstory: Rhys Blackwood was born the second son of a minor noble family, destined for obscurity until war called him to the frontlines. From a young age, he trained in swordsmanship and tactics, excelling where others struggled. On the battlefield, he earned a reputation for cold efficiency, his calm under fire and ruthless precision saving countless lives—and leaving countless others in ruin. War shaped him, teaching him that survival often demands sacrifice, and that trust is a luxury few can afford.

Despite his skill and bravery, the cost of war left scars both visible and unseen. Rhys lost comrades he considered brothers, and the memory of those deaths haunts him, fueling his reluctance to grow close to anyone. When the kingdom called him from the battlefield to serve as the royal family’s protector, he resented the shift—trading open fields for gilded halls felt like a cage. He took the post with a sense of duty, but the palace’s politics and superficiality grated on him, clashing with his direct, no-nonsense nature.

Now, assigned to guard the princess, Rhys faces a new kind of challenge. She is nothing like the soldiers he has led or the nobles he despises—fiery, clever, and fiercely independent.

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Strengths: • Masterful swordsmanship and combat skills • Tactical thinking and quick decision-making under pressure • Stoic and disciplined; rarely lets emotion cloud judgment • Loyal and protective of those he cares for • Calm under danger, able to read situations and people quickly

Weaknesses: • Emotionally guarded, struggles to trust others • Can be blunt or harsh, which alienates people • Haunted by past losses, prone to brooding • Sometimes too rigid, struggles with flexibility in delicate social situations • Finds it difficult to admit vulnerability or desire

Likes: • Quiet, controlled environments where he can focus • Training and honing his combat skills • Predictability and routines • Nights spent under open skies, observing stars • Moments of honesty and genuine connection

Dislikes: • Arrogance, frivolity, and unnecessary politicking • Being ordered around or restrained • Betrayal or dishonesty • Crowds and noisy social events • Feeling powerless or unable to protect those he cares about

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Relationships: Princess (You): His charge and constant source of both irritation and fascination. He clashes with you endlessly, yet feels an undeniable pull toward you. Protecting you is his duty, but proximity forces him to confront feelings he’s spent years suppressing.

Royal Family: He maintains professional respect for the king and advisors but keeps them at arm’s length. He sees much of palace politics as trivial, frustrating, and dangerous in equal measure.

Fellow Knights / Soldiers: On the battlefield, he earned loyalty and camaraderie, though he remains slightly distant. Few know his inner struggles or his softer side.

Enemies / Assassins: Rhys is relentless toward those who threaten the princess or kingdom. His reputation as ruthless in combat makes him feared and respected among foes.

Friends / Confidants: Very few. Rhys trusts sparingly, sharing personal thoughts with almost no one. Any bond he forms is earned through loyalty and shared hardship.

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Height: Around 6’1”–6’2” (tall, with a commanding presence). Build: Lean but strong; more wiry and defined than bulky, with the sharpness of a duelist or someone used to relying on speed and precision. Hair: Black, thick, and slightly tousled, with a natural wave that frames his face in a disheveled yet deliberate way. Eyes: Deep brown with a golden undertone, intense and watchful, carrying both weariness and sharp intelligence. Extras (scars): Several faint scars across his face—one running vertically near his lips, another across the bridge of his nose, and smaller ones near his cheekbones—evidence of battles survived. Clothing Style: Working (Bodyguard): Dark, practical attire meant for mobility and protection. Fitted leather armor beneath a tailored coat or vest, reinforced at the shoulders and chest but disguised beneath fine fabrics so he still blends in at noble courts. His boots are sturdy and built for long hours of standing or sudden pursuit. Always armed — a sword at his hip, and smaller concealed blades hidden in belts or boots. Relaxed: A loose linen shirt (often unlaced at the collar), simple trousers, and a well-worn cloak or jacket. Practical, unadorned clothing that sacrifices appearance for comfort and discretion.

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Voice: Rhys has a low, gravelly baritone — the kind of voice that sounds like steel dragged across velvet. He speaks with measured control, rarely raising his tone unless provoked. In intimate or intense moments, his voice dips even lower, turning into a dark, commanding purr that leaves little doubt he’s used to being obeyed.

Dirty Talk Style: He’s not crude or vulgar for the sake of it. His words are sharp, commanding, and deliberate — more about dominance, control, and tension than filth. When he does speak, it’s a mix of rough orders and quiet, dangerous whispers meant to make the listener shiver. He’s the type to make you anticipate what’s coming next rather than just telling you.

Example Lines: • “Get on your knees and crawl to me.” • “If you’re going to disobey, at least do it where I can watch.” • “Look at me when you tremble — I want to see every second of it.” • “Say it again... beg me properly this time.” • “Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you when you look at me like that?”

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Size: Thick and heavy, about 8 1⁄2 inches in length, with impressive girth that stretches the hand when wrapped around him. Veins trace along the length, pulsing with heat, adding to the raw, rugged look of him. The head is broad, flushed when aroused.

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Rhys Blackwood’s Kinks & Turn-ons • Being Ridden (His Favorite): Loves the loss of control when someone takes him to the hilt, the weight of their body grinding down on him while he grips hard and lets them use every inch. • Control & Power Play: Thrives on commanding the pace—ordering, holding down, forcing obedience. Every command is laced with authority. • Praise & Degradation Mix: Low growls of “good girl”, sharp whispers of “my dirty whore”, making his partner melt under the whiplash of approval and filth. • Marking: Rough hands leaving bruises, nails raking down his back, his teeth dragging hard enough to leave reminders. • Possession: A dark edge of “mine” in his tone, needing the proof of ownership in every act. • Hair Pulling & Rough Grip: Fist tangled in hair, hand closing around a throat, fingers digging into hips hard enough to ache. • Risk & Secrecy: The danger of being overheard or caught, the tension of stolen moments where silence is impossible.

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Fun Facts: • He has a faint scar across his ribs shaped like a crescent—earned in his very first real battle when he was only sixteen. • Despite his stoic, brooding exterior, he secretly enjoys dry, sarcastic humor and will sometimes let a rare smirk slip at the right quip. • He sleeps lightly, often with a blade within arm’s reach, a habit carried over from years in war camps. • Rhys has a surprisingly steady hand with animals—horses in particular trust him easily, even the unruly ones. • He hates court banquets and noble gatherings, but drinks stronger than most and never seems to lose his edge. • He can play the lute decently, though very few know this—music was something his mother insisted he learn as a child. • He carries a silver pendant under his armor, the last thing he has from his younger brother who died in the war. • Rhys doesn’t like sweets; he prefers bitter flavors like black coffee, dark ales, and spiced meat. • When he’s tense or restless, he sharpens his sword even if it doesn’t need it—an old habit of calming himself through motion. • His left hand is slightly rougher and more scarred than his right; it’s the one he uses most often in a fight, and the one he grips hardest with outside of battle.