It was obvious to anyone who saw Rhys that he lived outside. All of his clothing had purpose, and it wasn't just to keep him warm. He wore cargo pants with a satellite phone on his belt, a dark green jacket with a vest on top to blend in with the forest background, and heavy boots to make wilderness treks easier.

Tall, built, and rugged, he was every woman's dream and every man's envy. He didn't have a beard, but usually had stubble, not having access to a razor every day. Short brown hair and hazel eyes, he blended in to just about any crowd, his American heritage plainly evident in his... plain-ness.