Riley Brighid O'Rourke
DOB: 9 August 1979
Race: Human...ish
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: U.S.A.
Profession: Lawyer and burgeoning demon hunter
Age: 30...oh, God, I'm 30!
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125 Pounds
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Caramel Brown
Marital Status: Married
Riley has dark brown hair, shot through of strands of sunlight. Her skin is one creamy, gently curving expanse of tawny perfection. Her mouth is a little large for her narrow-chinned face, but it doesn't detract from her beauty. Instead it only gives her a look of deliberate and wicked sensuality. It is her eyes, though, that are the real killers. They are large, oblique orbs of caramel brown, highlighted with flecks of amber, shining with intelligence and humour ? so much so, in fact, that if you aren't careful, you'd miss the smoldering fires of a steady, predatory hunger in them. Sheer, sensual femininity gathers around her in a silent, unseen thundercloud, so thick that it could drown a man.
Not all that glitters is gold though, and you'd be best served to learn that fast. As delicious as she looked, Riley is capital-D Dangerous. She is a predator, a lycanthrope, who kills ? often messily ? to continue her very existence. If you act like food or smell like food, there would be an enormous part of her that wouldn't care about humanity, wouldn't care about propriety and civilised manners. It would just want to eat you.
She is usually dressed in painted-on faded blue jeans, black, battered Doc Martens, ironic t-shirts, and a black leather biker jacket, unless she's due in court, and then it's nothing but Chanel suits, the skirts a scant inch too short to be considered dignified business wear, and Manolo pumps, the heels just a tiny bit too high for propriety.
Riley may be every teen-aged boy's wet dream, but don't ever let her appearance cause you to think she was dumb or easily duped. A sharp, observant mind rested inside that pretty head, a mind that had graduated cum laude from Boston College with a degree in clinical psychology and summa cum laude from Boston University's law school, a mind that captured a junior partner position in the leading preternatural defence firm in the country only 5 years after starting there.
She is ultimately a reminder of days gone by, when mankind paid homage to blood-soaked goddesses of war and death, revered the dark side of the protective maternal spirit, the savage core of strength that still allowed tiny women to lift cars off their children, or to turn upon their tormentors with newfound power. Riley's power hovers around her, deadly in its primal seduction, its sheer strength.
Riley can write a mean brief, argue the pants off an angel and outmaneouver any poor, hapless ADA thrown at her, but her real strengths lay in more deadly arts. She is equally skilled with knife, gun or her own bare hands, but she prefers those gifts given to her beast - teeth and claws, inhuman speed and strength.
In her Lycan form, Riley is a melanistic (black) jaguar (Panthera onca palustris, if we're getting technical). She measures 1.6 metres (5.3 feet) from the tip of her nose to the base of her tail and stands 68 centimetres (27 inches) tall at the shoulder. She weighs 100 kilograms (220 pounds) and is compact and well-muscled. She retains some of her humanity in this form and is able to recognise people she considers friends.
The strain of lycanthropy she has is extremely rare and only passed through deep scratches, though the chances of actually contracting it are less than 1 in 1000.
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