--ABOUT YOU.

Name/Alias: Elyse
Age: 17
Where did you find PiB? I saw the advert on another site, but I was a member quite a while ago. I'm partially recycling my character, but she's better this time, I'd like to think.
Any other characters here? Nope. I used to play Remy Morrison, a longggggg time ago.
Were you referred by someone? Nope.


--YOUR CHARACTER.

Name: Riley Odette Nichols
Nicknames: Riles, Odie, 'Baby', 'Hey you'
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: She's a working girl. Or, if you don't want to be polite about it, a prostitute. To pay for all of her expenses however, she takes orders at Dino's during the day.
Hometown: Delphos, Kansas
Organization: Civilian


Appearance -
Her face is something of a contradiction. She has was she likes to call 'bedroom eyes' and full lips, which give her the appearance of a very adult woman, but at the same time, her face is spattered with freckles, and that gives her a slight look of innocence. Riley has a love/hate relationship with the freckles on her face, sometimes wanting nothing more than to cover them all with make-up, and other times she adores them, and thinks they give her face a good amount of character. Her nose has a slight upturn to it that she's learned to accept, and is just grateful it sits right in the middle of her face.

Riley is a bottle blond. She used to have her father's auburn colored locks, but as soon as she mustered up the courage, she marched her little fourteen year old self down to the drug store and bought a box of Clairol Sahara Light Blond # 2, and never thought of her red hair again. In the midst of her rebellious phase she died her hair black, hoping to look older, and attract the kind of attention from men that she very much desired. It worked for a little while, but when she met Blake, she showed him old photos of herself in which she was still a blondie, and he made the off hand comment about like the blond hair. Well, that sealed the deal for Riley. She went right out and dyed her hair back to blond.

If pressed, you could probably call Riley's look trashy, and you wouldn't be out of line. She isn't a modest girl, so it's not out of the ordinary to see her in a low cut top and tight jeans. Lately though, she's become enamored with the 1960's counter culture. She loves long flowing skirts, or torn up jeans with big bells. Peasant tops and beaded tanks are among her favorite shirt styles. When she's on the job however, nothing is out of bounds, no matter how much she'd like it to be. Fishnets, four inch spiked heels, patent leather miniskirts; she's grudgingly worn them all. Her favorite 'whore piece' as she likes to call it, is a skin-tight ruby red mini dress. It's her lucky dress, and whenever she wears it, she almost always gets a hefty tip.

Hair Color: Blond
Hair Style: Long and wavy
Eye Color: Blueish green
Height/Weight: 5'5, 115lbs.
Distinguishing Marks: She's pretty freckly.
Model: Lindsay Lohan
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Likes -
-Lightning
-Rain
-An excuse not to do anything
-Mexican food
-Shakespeare
-Books
-Rough and rugged types
-Older men
-Movies
-Pop-Tarts
-Coke-a-cola
-Musical instruments
-Free spirits
-Reading
-Mythology
-Most music
-Cigarettes
-Chocolate chip muffins
-Cherry tomatoes
-Gentleman
-Mashed potatoes
-Bob Dylan
-Being dizzy
-Seinfeld
-Bubble gum
-Silent films
-Ghost stories
-Thunderstorms
-The beach
-Astrology
-Any thing to do with the supernatural
-Taking risks
-Fireplaces
Dislikes -
-Up tight folks
-Fascists
-Clingy people
-Public transportation
-Her night job
-Morons
-People that give her funny looks
-Humidity
-Pre-teens
-Pastels
-Being talked about
-Geese
-Whiny people
-Church
-When men try to get out of paying her
-Kansas
-Having someone to answer to
-Being used

Personality -
A devil with and angel's face. Although it's overused, that's Riley in a nut shell. She has her moments where she's very very chill , but when she gets fired up, it takes a lot to calm her back down. Not one to mince words, she'll tell you exactly what she thinks, when she thinks it. Riley doesn't suffer fools gladly, and if she thinks you're full of it, she'll tell you. Because of that, many girls have wanted to "fight" her. She's never afforded them that pleasure however; instead, she simply laughs and blows smoke in their face. It drives them crazy. She's too good for fights. At least that's how she sees it. She just doesn't see the need for random fights. She also can't stand most girls. She wants beat them to death with blunt objects. Hey, she's too good for fights, not murder

Some people would consider Riley a bitch simply because of the way she carries herself. At her core, she's really not a bad person, but it's buried under all this bullshit, that it rarely shines through. She does have a nasty tendency to be stubborn though. When she comes up with an idea, or a solution to a problem, almost no one can sway her to think differently. She has a very smug air about her, and sometimes she is very smug. She's not one of those 'I'm so misunderstood!' types. Riley knows she's a good person, but she also knows she can be a terrible bitch. She doesn't make excuses for her behavior, but she knows that at some point she has to work on her people skills. She also regretfully admits that she should probably cut back on the sarcasm. Riley won't even mean to, but she'll just slip right into being sarcastic. She usually catches herself, but sometimes it's too late, and she'll have already insulted someone. She'd apologize, but she has this nasty little pride issue, and you'd be hard pressed to get an apology from her. Sometimes though, she has to force one out because she'd manage to insult someone that would definitely take exception to it. Riley has acquired more than a few bumps and bruises from men that didn't like her cheek.

And despite all that, she actually has, or had some friends. Sure there aren't many of them, but she believes in quality, not quantity. It's not entirely easy to get in Riley's good graces. She has major trust issues. All in all, that's not really surprising considering the bullshit people she's had to put up with. When she meets someone new, she's almost always standoffish. Part of it in unintentional, but there's part of her that's consciously testing the person. The only time she's really civil upon meeting someone new is if she has to be. After that whole process is though and the person still wants to hang out with her, Ruby considers them a friend. However hard it is to get into her good graces, it's even harder for her to give up on her friends. She's not blindly loyal, but lets just say it would take flashing neon signs and billboards for her to question a friendship.

When it comes to relationships, Riley is very jaded. She's only really had one serious boyfriend, and he ended up using her as a drug mule, so there you go. Since then, her only relationships have been with men that only want her for sex, so it's not hard to imagine why romance seems dead. She's only fallen head over heels in love once, and those feelings weren't returned, so she's very reluctant to put herself in that position again. However disenchanted she is with relationships and love, she wants it, almost desperately. She wants the type of love her see in movies and hear about in songs. She's often told people that she wants her very own Lloyd Dobler. Riley doesn't really like over the top displays of love, like a five page love note or what have you. To her, you don't need to go crazy to show someone you love them. A simple 'I love you' and a kiss does just fine for her.

Parents:
Tanja Nichols-Mother-59-Pediatrician (retired)
Jacob Nichols-Father-62-Insurance salesman (retired)
Siblings:
Virginia Tomlinson-Sister-40-High school health teacher and girls tennis coach
Yuri Nichols-Brother-37-Carpenter (Owner of Nichols Cabinetry)
Financial Status: One step above absolutely piss-poor.

History -
The Nichols family was perfect. Jacob and Tanja were the best parents. They both had high paying jobs, that also allowed them to be home with the kids. And oh, what wonderful kids they were. Virginia was a star athlete, and Yuri was brilliant. Then, on a snowy day in 1987, their perfect world, with the perfect family setup, came to a screeching halt. Riley Odette Nichols, eight pounds, eleven ounces, was not a planned baby. In fact, she wasn't even a wanted baby. Jacob and Tanja had gotten a little loopy on blueberry wine one night when the kids were away, and nine months later, this little bundle of joy fell into their laps. The two elder Nichols children were not pleased. They had gotten all the attention and material items from their parents that they could want, and now this little ankle biter had come in and screwed it all up. They didn't start tormenting her until she could walk, then she was fair game.

When she wasn't being harassed by her older siblings, Riley was pretty much left alone. When she entered school, that all changed. Her parents had raised two star students, and just because they didn't really want her, didn't mean they were going to let her slack off. Elementary and middle school were the worst. She had no escape, and wasn't really old enough to venture out on her own. Sure her grades were stellar, but the things she had to deal with to get them there were terrible. When she entered high school, she changed in a major way. She started drinking heavily; her parents had no clue, of course. She was still pulling all A's, so they didn't really pay her any more attention. When she turned seventeen, it was as if something snapped inside her. She realized that she could now sign herself out of school, and did just that. She told the school not to worry about telling her parents, she'd handle it.

When she got home, she sought out her parents. Finding them and Virginia in the living room, she lit up a cigarette, and calmly told them she had dropped out. It was like something out of a movie. They all jumped up, yelling at her, at each other. Riley just sat there, smirking and sucking on her menthol. She then went up to her room, packed up her things, and got the hell out of dodge.

Riley traveled across the country by bus and by hitching, with barely any money her pockets. It was her attempt to line those same pockets, that first got her in with the wrong people. Riley had fallen in with two low level drug dealers in Las Vegas. They both thought they were hotshots, but ultimately, their only customers were business men that didn’t know any better, or kids that couldn’t afford any better. She clung to them like a life raft for nearly a year, and developed an addiction to cocaine that she kicked only when she was thrown in jail. One of the men, Blake, had taken a shine to her, even if he just ultimately wanted to use her. After wooing her for nearly a year, he decided to pop the question. He didn’t ask her to marry him, instead he asked her to become a drug runner. Riley agreed of course; she would have done anything for him at that point. Well, long story short, she got caught and was dragged to court. Seeing as how this was only her first offense, she only got six months jail time, and two years probation. She would have gotten only probation if she’d given up Blake and his partner, but she refused. When she got out of jail Rose would have liked nothing better than to leave Vegas and never go back, but she also didn’t want to go back to jail, so she stayed there until her probation was over. Then she hightailed it out of there, not looking back once.

She traveled the rest of the way to the west coast, and came to a stop in Gambit City. A couple of months later, she was exploring the city, and in a seedy dive bar that offered you all the beer you could drink for two bucks, that she was approached by a man with an offer. He offered her a job at what he called his 'escort agency'. Riley genuinely believed that she was going to work in one of those glossy high rise buildings, and accompanying wealthy men for a night on the town. Half way through her first date, when the man started to discuss payment and ask her where the cheapest motel was, Riley knew she'd made the biggest mistake of her life. After getting out of that potentially terrible situation by faking her period, she went back to the man that brought her into this, Trevor, and told him she quit. Not only did he laugh in her face, he beat her for not bringing him money, and alluded to the fact that he could kill her and no one would even notice. Riley had no choice but to accept her current situation and plot her escape whenever she could.


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A C C E P T E D !

"I remember Remy! And I loved her! Riley looks like just as much fun, if not more! Welcome back, baby! We're going to have a great time! <3"