Hello, I'm...Character's Name:
Border Patrol / HerbalistAge:
Bengal TigerBitten or Born:
BornI look like...Hair:
Riley is all curves and muscle with a lean upper body and thicker legs, hips, and ass, and there is no shame in her game. She tends toward practical wear, athletic wear, or simple styles these days but to be honest she's one of those who feels that less clothes is better and she'll shed them whenever she deems it appropriate. I'm usually...Observant (Pos):
Riley always pays attention to her surroundings. In fact it is harder for her to simply stop and just relax than it is for her to remain vigilant. She's seen too many good people taken down because they missed a clue or a sign of some sort. Including herself. She often can't help but think that maybe if she'd paid more attention before she would have seen her former mate for the lion he really was and maybe she wouldn't have lost her son. Along with this trait comes a fair amount of patience when necessary, though it is by no means endless. Versatile (Pos):
The ability to adapt, change, or just go with the flow is what has allowed Riley to come this far. Having done so since she was but a child, she is just as capable of standing amongst her fellow cats in the wild as she is blending into the flow of daily human life and her transition from one stage to the next often seems seamless. She knows that rigidity works in some cases, since not all change is good, and stability is always the aim but with the world as it is, being flexible definitely allows her the advantage. To that end she does not bother to bitch and gripe too often but rather simply does what is necessary to keep moving. Compassionate (Pos):
Despite having the occasional thought that things might be easier, might be better, if she didn't care, Riley cares a great deal for the people around her regardless of race or species. She is often giving of herself even when perhaps she should be more selfish, and can't seem to turn her back when she knows she can help.Aggressive (Neu):
Riley is a tigress and once that fact is known, its not likely to be forgotten. She's caring and generous but if you step out of line, manage to piss her off, or challenge her in some way Riley will rise to the occasion. She does not like to back down and often this trait can make her seem slightly reckless at times, as well as arrogant, and even bitchy, but it also means she doesn't sit around twiddling her thumbs. She is a go-getter always on the move, tireless in her determination and dauntless to boot.Demanding (Neg):
If there is time, Riley will gladly teach you what she knows, help you figure something out, or just let you try and fail to your heart's content but when it is time to get things done... yeah, no. She has little tolerance for outright incompetence--her own included--nor does she appreciate ignorance or laziness and she will not hesitate to let you know about it. She expects for people to pull their own weight and contribute to the group or go somewhere else. Yes, she's bossy as hell at times.Lost (Neg):
The loss of her child and mate, such as he was, in one fell swoop cut Riley adrift. She functions because there is no other choice but at the core of it all she has no idea what she is doing anymore or why. She feels without purpose, faith, or belief, and in their absence it at times becomes clear she is only moving to stay alive.I come from...
Riley was born before the world went to shit but oddly enough she'd tell you that humans haven't really changed despite the drastic culling and shifts in society. She can remember what it was like to live freely, restricted only by the council mandate for secrecy but largely without fear. However, that all changed pretty rapidly once lawlessness hit and the cats were outed and as Riley had just come of age around the time the war broke out, she was swept up in the tide of violence and decay along with so many others.
Born as the oldest of two children to Dr. Marcus Kennedy, a human general practitioner with his own practice, and Dr. Lina Ochoa, a local weretiger and botanist working in pharmaceuticals, Riley was raised learning the best of both worlds. She was always a quite spirited individual with a hankering to explore the world around her but this urge was always tempered by caution and respect, even at a young age. That wasn't to say she couldn't be obstinate or cause trouble, but generally it was in the usual manner of teens and their occasionally rebellious ways rather than any truly deviant leanings. In fact, as a somewhat vibrant personality Riley was quite popular in school and maintained top marks in her studies. It was generally believed by all that knew her that once she graduated she would go on to do great things despite the rising unrest in other sectors of the world, however, whatever goals and aspirations she had declared then were ultimately given a backseat with the start of the fighting.
In the summer of 2023, Riley's younger brother (14) was claimed by the virus rather swiftly. Her mother would follow some months later leaving Riley and her father behind to try and help maintain the quickly devolving peace. Even the local werecat community was affected by the loss of one of its guiding voices in Lina, who had served as a sounding board and source of advice to their alpha for years. Riley began to rise to the occasion to try and fill her mother's shoe's as a respected member of both the human and were communities, taking on efforts to try and keep their local pride stable when tensions were at their highest though it was far from easy to live up to such expectations and their were many times when her lack of experience simply fell short. Especially while their grief remained fresh. Yet, the tigress persisted and learned as she always had, by watching, listening, and doing. Any thoughts of higher education were lost but life itself had become her teacher. Plus, she did continue to study her mother's notes as well as learn from her father to continue to help supplement whatever she could, even if it was only to be an extra pair of hands or another strong body.
During the decade following the war, Riley would grow into her own, becoming a fierce individual that others could look to for strength. Friends and allies were made and lost and all the while she and her father maintained their front as law abiding humans while Riley lived a double life. In 2028, the young tigress fell head over heels for (and got knocked up by) a male lion in his prime who took her for his mate. Things were great for a while with them bolstering each other through the highs and the lows and they had a healthy baby boy but when it became clear that their son took after her as a tiger rather than a lion, her so called mate became disinterested and distant. It was a bigger blow to Riley than she'd ever thought possible from a single individual but she kept it to herself, throwing even more of herself into trying to keep the peace and help those of her kind maintain while shielding herself and her child from any potential fallout. Then her cover was blown.
Maddox was barely two years old when he shifted and escaped the house to terrorize the neighbors who up until then had been nearly as close as family to them all. Seeing a tiger cub rolling about in their yard did not seem to inspire coos and adoration like such a thing might have in the seemingly distant past, but rather inspired nothing but outright fear and horror. The neighbors recoiled from Riley as she came to retrieve Maddox and the damage was done, with herself and her child being outed to the community at large in only a few hours. Her father was vetted as human but given that he was clearly a sympathizer, his relationships and community standing did suffer a blow and things were never quite the same. Similarly, her mate avoided being outed just barely but was tagged as a sympathizer, ruining any chance he had of working himself into any real position of power amongst the humans as he had planned.
From that moment on vigilance against those who would do her and her cub harm became the utmost important thing. Hunters were a very real threat despite being so close to the border. It didn't help that being tagged as a shifter meant that in order to help provide for her family she had to take on the sorts of jobs no one wanted. This could have been disastrous, however, as Riley tended to do, she made a virtue of necessity and took a position with the Border Patrol, rising to a leadership role rather quickly as fellow werecats, criminals, and other undesirables or specialists guarded the territory against any attempt at encroachment. She did find find that being outed did not mean she had to be silent nor did it have to cause her to withdraw but actually simplified some things since it made it so she could cease having to hide so much of herself. She continued to act in an advisory role within her pride and became quite well known as an example of what a "good" werecat might be, if there were such a thing, though there were plenty who saw her as nothing but trouble as she along with other outed cats began to win over small pockets of the community from their violent fear.
Apparently something had to be done. One night less than two years ago, Riley was out on an overnight shift at the wall when her mate decided he was through with the pretending. The two of them had long since ceased to be anything more than strangers to one another with him deciding to screw anything that would take him, married women seeming to be his favorites. Not everyone was inclined to look the other way or simply suffer in silence however, though Riley did not learn of this until much later. The very night her mate left, leaving their son home with a young teen sitter who had done overnights for them before while her father was also away, their house and those of their neighbors were set on fire by an aggressive band of hunters. No one survived.
Since then Riley has continued on, seeming to bury everything away to the point that no one is even sure she properly grieved. She continues to be a nuisance to those who would see the werecat threat destroyed however. Attempts were made to goad her into unsavory reactions for the purpose of discrediting her but even when it has taken every last fiber of will-power she has, Riley has gutted it out and restrained herself. Though the hunters responsible for the fire that took her son have all since disappeared. Now, only a couple weeks before there was to be a vote for local officials--a vote in which it seemed a werecat sympathizer might actually win--the weretiger who had his ear was "volunteered" to join the dangerous expedition going west while other members of her splintering pride were sent to patrol the ever restless border.My quirks are...Fears:
Riley is terrified of uncontrolled flames.O/O's:
This character loves affection--even though she may act like she doesn't want it. She is particularly attuned to touch regardless of form and likes varying types from a slow gentle stroke to a hard slap, all can be appreciated in the right context, which means hands are something of an on for her. Oral (giving and receiving) is a very big on as well; just lips, teeth, tongue, however and wherever you wanna use 'em--hnng. She likes wearing her lovers marks (bites, scratches, like bruises and the like) but also likes the same from her partner. This character is a full out switch. Sometimes she likes to be in control and sometimes she likes to give it up, it depends both on her partner and the situation. She is equally open to the idea of a submissive partner or dominant regardless of gender. Offs generally match my own.My O/Os
Riley is unconsciously biased against werelions due to the actions of her mate as well as those of a few other lions she's known.