Appearance & Physicality
Riley has worn her hair short ever since she started middle school, preferring to use the extra time in the morning for more useful pursuits (like teasing her kitten for an hour straight). Just a quick hand of styling paste rubbed over the top and she’s done. The colour is much brighter than what she was born with, getting it dyed every two months without fail. In her mind, the blonde works better with her eyes and makes her stand out from the crowd. Along with this, she has a bad habit of wearing too much black eyeliner, however this is the only make up she wears other than foundation, barely needing that with her alabaster skin.
On her mother’s side, Riley has Irish heritage, giving her with very pale skin and leaves her struggling to pick up any sort of a tan. If she were to attempt sun baking, she would burn within half an hour. Thus she has a constant supply of sun block on her person during the summer months, and probably should keep it with her, even in the cloudy winters.
Never having broken any bones, she has somehow managed to live her eighteen years scar free and has no intention of changing that, though she bruises very easily. Most of the time, dark purple bruises can be seen through the tears in her tights, caused by walking into cupboards and other easily avoided obstacles. Her style can be seen as grunge meets grandma’s closet and she’s mostly found wearing tights with shorts and oversized shirts.
Control over her mutation is tied into her emotions and can change depending on her mood. Those that find themselves on her good side, or in a jovial mood tend to find their luck to be improved, however when she is upset, Riley can become a walking rain cloud. Anything negative than could happen, will, not matter what she personally wants. Due to this, her friends tend to experience incredible luck, but it can all be taken away it a heartbeat if they hurt her in any way.
Her name comes from the eighteenth century term for wealthy gentlemen with degenerate habits who often left those in their wake with physical, social or financial ruin. When asked what she wanted to call herself, this was the first name that came to mind. In many ways, her mutation makes her a Rake. She is able to take all the good fortune that comes her way, at the expense of others (if she so chooses).
There is no doubt that she is a momma’s girl, and she doesn’t bat an eyelash in mentioning just how big a role that Madeleine Campbell has played in her life. As she often struggled to maintain consistent relationships with people her own age, she could almost consider her mother to be her best friend, that is, if she prescribed to the notion that she should consider one person above all others. Luckily for her, she doesn’t particularly care, preferring to flitter between people, depending on her mood.
A very tactile person, Riley can often be found touching people even when she doesn’t know them. Actions mean just as much as words do and she has no fear of the repercussions of this. In no way shy, she can come across as insensitive to other people, failing to consider their own feelings. However, she does this with complete innocence, if she perceives even the slightest closeness, Riley will jump on it.
Riley thinks in colour, with bright pictures representing the ideas in her mind. Her imagination is vivid, and she enjoys sharing the abstract thoughts with the unfortunate souls within speaking distance. This does however make school work difficult for her as she finds it too dull to hold her attention. If allowed to do as she wished, Riley would coast on by with slightly lower than average marks, however she has been known to excel when the right incentive (or punishment) is set in front of her.
Surprisingly, she can be very competitive, particularly in her chosen sport of field hockey. The moment she puts her pads on and picks up the hockey stick, she goes from a smile to game face, not dropping it until the final whistle. During this time she thinks nothing of pushing and shoving her opponents, nor berating them with playful taunts after she outmaneuvers the goalie to score a point. The moment the game is over, she reverts back to her normal self. Anything that happened on the field is left on the field, and she struggles to understand that others do not feel the same way.
Sex & Sexuality