Post by riley on Dec 26, 2009 18:14:18 GMT -7
† Riley - Ann - Williams †
†Missy†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Emma Lee Williams
Nicknames: Missy(only close friends), Ri, Ann
Gender:Female
Race:Human
Age: 22
Occupation:Izan Machine & Sub-Machine expert
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: Riley smokes, but only when she gets irritated, so she has breathing problems sometimes.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Riley can seem like the youngest girl with the fairytale dreams and gets whatever she wants with one of the wealthiest parents in the small town she grew up in. It seems like she would be that brat little sister who would always get her way, but behind the background there is a whole different person. Riley Ann Williams is a rebel, along with her close friend and also sister they join Izan, and work with machines, weapons, oh and guns. It keeps her busy and pre-occupied when she has a troubled mind, which happens most, quite often. She builds her own equipment and wheelers to ride across the country in, find a place to go hunting, but only when she has the parts, what she usually just buys.
This would be the only thing that Riley is ‘good’ or ‘knowledgeable’ at; Motors and equipment. When not paying attention in senior-high she couldn’t wait to get out and work with the gangs, she loves to be the ‘fun’ one of the crowd, not liking when people steal he stoplight, such as her sister at some times.
Along with fun and play, Riley has a most serious side, and that comes with the love for danger and fixing things. Her keen talents with machinery always has her carrying around just a few tools, such as her wrench, and how she just loves using it as a boomerang. She drives for danger and no one can be too dependant on her, for she hates when people tell her what to do and how to do it, especially when it comes to driving, that is when she is in control.
At most times she doesn’t care what she’s wearing, she’s the kind of hearted person where what’s on the inside is what matters, she doesn’t wear baggy clothes but wears a simply white tee-shirt and a pair of cut-up jeans, Unless if she has to go home for the week and dress all fancy for her most down-to-earth relatives.
Then her Rebel sides with her independence, she very well knows how to argue and at least make a few burns in the fight. Her only ‘real’ tag-along buddy would be her close sister, who has been through most everything with her. Even though Riley is often a pain in the ass, she keeps her partying buddies. But her usual friends, stay her friends for most parts.
Riley gets quite emotional most times, and it takes a lot for her to get into her ‘up’ faze. She acts drowsier, lazy, and often forgets to do things. When things get like this usually she goes to some abandoned places, woods, towns, pubs, just to think and get a quiet time where people sometimes don’t see her for a week or two.
Likes:
†Sincere conversations
†Fixing heavy machinery
†Driving fast
†Danger and speed chases
†Pain killers
†Stealing just for the joy
†Getting on someone’s nerves just for the fun of it
†Attention
†Doing the dirty work
Hates:
†Vague People
†Happy-go-luckies
†Laws and the Government
†People who are a little too down-to-Earth
†Superstitions, because they’re real
†City peoples who act too girly or stuck-up
†Attention-getters, even though she is one herself
†Strong smelling perfume
†Icy-talkers
†People telling her what to do
Talents:
†Eluding problems
†Fixing machinery
†Enticing people into bad situations
†Getting her way
†Archery/shooting ranges
†outstanding performance in court
†working with tools
†throwing tools at people, it’s how she protects herself, she always carries a wrench with her
Habits:
†Smokes
†being a push over to her sister
†Getting into sticky situations
†Always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time
†Getting on peoples nerves
† Appearance †
Skin Color:Fair, slightly tan
Hair Color: Moose-brown with a bit of orange
Eye Color:Teal blue
Build: Slim and Slender
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Belly-button pircing
Choice of Clothing:She’s rich, she can buy nice clothes, and she does, but sometimes it’s nice just to wear the same ol’ muddy things when you go out. Otherwise at home she wears a nice variety.
Other:nope :]
† History †
History:
Riley grey up, second youngest in the family, it was only her, her sister and her parents Pete and Lillian. Life was great, or so Riley remembers it. Though what she didn’t know was that her father Pete was part of a mafia, and it was a bad time for the government and people just keeping sane. Riley was six at the time, her sister, seven or eight. Then her parents were found dead one morning in their mansion. They were slit open as if a bear had raided their room that night, and that’s what everyone expected. Riley was too young to understand death much, but it felt so odd.
Then they moved to greater London with her aunt Martha, she was the closest relative they had and Martha was nice, but that didn’t stop Riley from forgetting her parents death, it just didn’t seem right, it didn’t seem logical, nothing did at that time, Riley then stopped paying attention, but she was only about seven, they thought she was having a hard time coping, and she was. Riley started to change a bit; she became a little less caring about her school work and roamed around town, not worrying about gangs, even though they were everywhere.
Then one day, she turned twelve, not much changed, but she came across an auto body shop, it looked so interesting, the bright metals and greasy parts. People thought she was crazy when she went up to one of the workers and started asking questions “What’s that called?” “Do you need help with that?”. The mans name was Hank, he taught her everything she knows about anything, a thing he said that she’d never forget was, “Missy, I know for a fact that crazy things happen in London, but I never thought I’d find some little girl come up to me and ask me for a job at this place.” I may’ve still been young, but I could make my own decisions now, and from there, I dropped out of school, and joined the auto body works.
(switched first person…oops)My aunt wasn’t too happy to find me quitting school, but she didn’t find out till when I was fourteen and I started coming home with more and more grease stains on my shirt and when she came to the little boarding school for conferences only to tell her I was no longer attending. So I got kicked out of my own home, but only for a while, that’s when Izan hired my sister and I, we were nineteen and twenty-one at the time. I worked for them, made myself useful.
Then one summer day, when I was heading to check on Hank and the store, I found it closed up. Hank was in jail for stealing, only that? Damn basterd government I thought, poor Hank, it was for a long time too, I hear they caught him stealing some parts from a local company, and then they checked out his shop and realized it was all basically stolen. I, Riley was already a non-friend to the government, why stop? Now I’m heading to not only overthrow the werewolf government, but get Hank out of jail too.
Mother/Father:
Lillian- Mother(deceased)
Pete-Father(deceased)
Siblings:
______ Williams
Offspring:
Other:
Aunt- Martha
Close friend- Hank(in jail)
† RP example †
Riley lit a smoke, she’d been cleaning up the old Mazda truck all day, or so it seemed, it was really only an hour or two. But the sun was setting and the wind was blowing sweet little nothings the rattling trees in the outskirts of London, great fields of grape vines and dirt rode’s, the city only a while ahead. The truck’s engine belt broke off and she had to find a suitable replacement. “God damn, I have to be in town by the night.” Riley shivered, the cold wind picked up again. She hated going back to London, she just wasn’t a people person and the big cities have always bugged her, sometimes she wished she could just get out of the whole Izan group and move into the country, but wherever her sister was, Riley was too. She couldn’t leave her. “So I guess I’ll stay..”
She slammed the door of the truck and turned the key, the rusty engine nearly didn’t start, “It’s a surprise this thing is nearly 200 years old.” She grumbled and stepped on the gas as her usual speed of 70. The country dirt roads made big balls of dust in the air as Riley and that Mazda drove off to the dark alleys and slums, the finally to the cities. Though somehow today, she couldn’t shake off the thought of her parents, she barley remembered what they were like…… okay well a little, but she wanted to know who exactly killed them, she had a pretty good guess, but who would believe her……Werewolves.
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