Post by Riley Moore on Aug 10, 2014 9:35:28 GMT -8
Name: Riley Sasaki-Moore
Age: 20
Race: Human
Origin: The daughter of a very wealthy American CEO and weapons manufacturer, James Moore, and the only daughter of the Yakuza boss, Hanako Sasaki, Riley was born into two very powerful families. Through intimidation, bribery and threats of decapitation (by her grandfather) Riley had secured a spot on the ship Hyperion. Due to her rather eccentric heritage, both sides of the family thought it best if she were so become a weapons specialist, unfortunately, when tested Riley showed no promise what so ever, as a matter of fact she failed abysmally, however, despite her mistakes, Riley, well Riley’s family secured a spot.
Personality: Despite her powerful and rather shocking heritage, Riley is one of the sweetest and shyest girls you would ever have the pleasure of meeting. She is very quick to blush and stutters when she gets nervous, when she isn’t creating masterpieces of sugar and sweet, sweet goodness, Riley would be in her room reading a good novel. Riley is a romantic at heart and is very shy around men; she longs for love, but can never actually work up the courage to start a conversation... She loves to make people happy, and she guesses that the reason she loves to make sweets is because whenever you eat one, you can’t help but smile. She is clumsy in everything but desert making and trips over her own two feet more often than not.
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Role Play Sample:
Riley awoke covered in sweat, her breaths rasping in and out of her throat, her eyes wide open yet unseeing, still focused on the scene from the nightmare. Slowly the haze of sleep left her eyes as tears coursed down her cheeks, she couldn’t remember the things that had terrified her so, but she couldn’t help but feel that if she stayed in bed any longer she would suffocate. She moved to swing her legs over the side of the bed but forgot that they were currently caught in the sheets that covered her, she ended up falling face first onto the floor. Sincerely hoping that she had not woken anyone up from her clumsy lack of intelligence, she freed her legs and stood up (hitting her head in the process). Feeling her way through the dark she located her designated shelf and retrieved her glasses from it. Perching the spectacles on the bridge of her nose, Riley blinked as she could finally see in the darkness of her room.
Making her way to the door, proved to be a difficult task, she kept bumping into piles of books, books that she had promised herself and her roommates that she would pick up, but had never actually gotten around to doing so. When Riley had finally gotten to the door, she sighed in quiet relief, moving through the opening she squinted at the dim, yet harshly white light that the ship always supplied to light the corridors, blinking rapidly, Riley made her way towards the only place she actually felt comfortable in this ship, the kitchens. The kitchens, despite their enormity, were a comfort simply because, Riley knew where anything and everything was, and she knew that no one would or could bother her while she was in her element. Needing the comfort of a good sweet, Riley went over to the pantry; she always thought of it as their personal grocery store...it was that large. With practiced steps she quickly retrieved the necessary ingredients; brown sugar, flour, eggs, chocolate chips, the works. As soon as she had everything she went to work. She moved like magic, every handful carefully measured, each ball of dough perfectly rounded, all of her worries and fears faded away as Riley created the ultimate comfort food ..Chocolate chip cookies.
As the smell that could only be described as heavenly wafted from the oven, Riley sat down at the counter and took a spoonful of cookie dough and tried to remember that it was about her dream that had frightened her so badly. She closed her eyes and concentrated, but nothing came to mind only brief flashes of color, a bright red, a splash of grey and then blackness. For the last week she’d been waking up in a cold sweat and every time she had been unable to remember her dream...maybe she needed to see somebody about it? Her eyes started to drift shut just as the oven timer went off.
Age: 20
Race: Human
Origin: The daughter of a very wealthy American CEO and weapons manufacturer, James Moore, and the only daughter of the Yakuza boss, Hanako Sasaki, Riley was born into two very powerful families. Through intimidation, bribery and threats of decapitation (by her grandfather) Riley had secured a spot on the ship Hyperion. Due to her rather eccentric heritage, both sides of the family thought it best if she were so become a weapons specialist, unfortunately, when tested Riley showed no promise what so ever, as a matter of fact she failed abysmally, however, despite her mistakes, Riley, well Riley’s family secured a spot.
Personality: Despite her powerful and rather shocking heritage, Riley is one of the sweetest and shyest girls you would ever have the pleasure of meeting. She is very quick to blush and stutters when she gets nervous, when she isn’t creating masterpieces of sugar and sweet, sweet goodness, Riley would be in her room reading a good novel. Riley is a romantic at heart and is very shy around men; she longs for love, but can never actually work up the courage to start a conversation... She loves to make people happy, and she guesses that the reason she loves to make sweets is because whenever you eat one, you can’t help but smile. She is clumsy in everything but desert making and trips over her own two feet more often than not.
Appearance:
Role Play Sample:
Riley awoke covered in sweat, her breaths rasping in and out of her throat, her eyes wide open yet unseeing, still focused on the scene from the nightmare. Slowly the haze of sleep left her eyes as tears coursed down her cheeks, she couldn’t remember the things that had terrified her so, but she couldn’t help but feel that if she stayed in bed any longer she would suffocate. She moved to swing her legs over the side of the bed but forgot that they were currently caught in the sheets that covered her, she ended up falling face first onto the floor. Sincerely hoping that she had not woken anyone up from her clumsy lack of intelligence, she freed her legs and stood up (hitting her head in the process). Feeling her way through the dark she located her designated shelf and retrieved her glasses from it. Perching the spectacles on the bridge of her nose, Riley blinked as she could finally see in the darkness of her room.
Making her way to the door, proved to be a difficult task, she kept bumping into piles of books, books that she had promised herself and her roommates that she would pick up, but had never actually gotten around to doing so. When Riley had finally gotten to the door, she sighed in quiet relief, moving through the opening she squinted at the dim, yet harshly white light that the ship always supplied to light the corridors, blinking rapidly, Riley made her way towards the only place she actually felt comfortable in this ship, the kitchens. The kitchens, despite their enormity, were a comfort simply because, Riley knew where anything and everything was, and she knew that no one would or could bother her while she was in her element. Needing the comfort of a good sweet, Riley went over to the pantry; she always thought of it as their personal grocery store...it was that large. With practiced steps she quickly retrieved the necessary ingredients; brown sugar, flour, eggs, chocolate chips, the works. As soon as she had everything she went to work. She moved like magic, every handful carefully measured, each ball of dough perfectly rounded, all of her worries and fears faded away as Riley created the ultimate comfort food ..Chocolate chip cookies.
As the smell that could only be described as heavenly wafted from the oven, Riley sat down at the counter and took a spoonful of cookie dough and tried to remember that it was about her dream that had frightened her so badly. She closed her eyes and concentrated, but nothing came to mind only brief flashes of color, a bright red, a splash of grey and then blackness. For the last week she’d been waking up in a cold sweat and every time she had been unable to remember her dream...maybe she needed to see somebody about it? Her eyes started to drift shut just as the oven timer went off.
