[hider=Riley Rodgers][b][color=7bcdc8]Name:[/color][/b] [i]Riley Rodgers[/i]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Age:[/color][/b] [i]17[/i]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Grade:[/color][/b] [i]6th.[/i]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Nationality:[/color][/b] [i]Brittanian[/i]
[b][color=7bcdc8]Theme:[/color][/b]
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Riley is a lone wolf, she is very different from the other girls and so has learned to live by herself and do everything for herself. She doesn’t talk much but is friendly if the person who approached her is friendly towards her; albeit, she is a little terse at times without meaning to be. 

[b][color=7bcdc8]Appearance:[/color][/b] [i]Riley stands a few inches over six feet tall and is solidly built with well-defined muscle tone (not body builder just athletic).Her long white blond hair is usually worn in a slicked back ponytail. Her dark green eyes are her most distinctive feature and her favorite feature about herself, she has scars up her arms and down her back, they’re small (and not from self-inflicted wounds).[/i]

[b][color=7bcdc8]Bio:[/color][/b] [i]Riley is the oldest of 4 girls, her father left shortly after she came to Saint Hirst Academy, no explanation to her sisters but she and her mother knew why. Riley has always been gifted at building and fixing things, she’s never come across a machine she couldn’t fix. Riley is particularly fond of inventing new things and has always been the rough and tumble sort of girl.

In her free time as a child Riley was involved in boxing (from her father), providing her with the hefty physique she currently enjoys. While she knows how to fight and has a nasty temper she is not one to needlessly get into physical confrontations. She uses her intimidating physique to keep people away and if necessary will step in when others are being bullied as it is not likely for someone to take her on in a physical fight.[/i]

[b][color=7bcdc8]Sample Post:[/color][/b] [i]Riley woke early, it was still dark out but that never bothered her. She turned the light on her desk on, illuminating a series of cogs and gears that she was tinkering with. She spent a few hours of intense focus adjusting the tightness of screws. Finally satisfied she put her tools away and admired her handiwork. She had made a mechanical puppy for her youngest sister’s birthday. Their family couldn’t afford a real puppy and Riley had scrimped and saved for the material to make the mechanical one. It had taken her months to figure out just how to build it so it would move correctly. 

Her alarm beeped and she hurried to get dressed. She didn’t want to be late for breakfast again, her stomach growling during class never went over well. She pulled her white blond hair back into it’s usual pony tail, hurriedly brushed her teeth and headed down for breakfast. She propped a book open against her glass of orange juice as she ate her buttered toast. She ignored the girls who made snide comments about her bookish ways, she was a scholarship student, not that anyone else knew that.

Riley’s father had been against her going to Saint Hirst from the beginning. It turned out to be a major turning point for the family. The Rodgers had always been poor, not that her father didn’t make decent money but he squandered it on alcohol and gambling. Riley wanted the education that Saint Hirst Academy could provide her with, it could open doors not only for her but for her family as well. Riley was trying to make a better life for herself and her sisters, her family was everything to her. She and her father had always been close even if he did get too physical when he’d had one too many beers. The final straw had been when Mr. Rodgers came home drunk and was yelling at Riley that she couldn’t go take the placement exam for Saint Hirst, he wouldn’t allow it. It wasn’t his drunkenness or his rage or his physical threat towards Riley that did him in. No, what did him in was when little Amelia, Riley’s four-year-old sister at the time had begged him to stop. He rounded on her and cocked an arm back but before he could do anything to that precious child Riley had used what her father taught her in boxing to knock him out cold.

Once he came to he packed his things and left, telling Riley she could look out for the family for a change, see how well she did compared to him. To Mrs. Rodgers credit she didn’t allow her husband leaving to impact her girls more than it had to. They moved in with their grandparents and Riley was eventually accepted at Saint Hirst with a full scholarship. She viewed her time at the school as a gift, even if she didn’t fit in, this was the best place for her. Her intellect had never been challenged in such a way and now her other talents aside from the physical were blossoming.[/i]

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