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[b][h3]R I L E Y    S M I T H[/h3][/b][hider=Appearance][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c1/a6/37/c1a6378e997aa54d23a7eb202582068b.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b]Age:[/b] 39 
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Nationality:[/b] Irish
[b]Chaos Magic Ability:[/b] [u][i]Shape Changer[/i][/u]
By channeling the raw, unpredictable power of chaos, he can reshape his own body to extraordinary extremes. He can heighten his strength or endurance, grow in size, morph his limbs into weapons, shift his features, or even rework his biology — such as forming gills to breathe underwater.
[i][color=Gray](Think something loosely akin to the Venom symbiote.)[/color][/i]

The process is agonizing, draining vast amounts of energy, and its difficulty scales with the complexity of the change. Every transformation carries a price: enlarged muscles limit agility, denser forms weigh him down, and unfamiliar shapes demand time and practice to master — adjusting to new balance, movement, and control.

[b]History:[/b][hider=His story so far][i]-"There has always been money in death, profits to be made at the cost of life, be it the simple notes taken from a wallet, a complex inheritance, or the strategic molding of an empire. 
If there was someone to benefit from it, then it would also lead to be that there would be someone willing to pay for it. Even in this new world of angels and demons, money was still king."-[/i]

Born in Ireland and raised in the UK, his father a police officer, mother a teacher. He heard of the demon invasion long before he actually witnessed any of those vile beasts firsthand. That didn't mean that he wasn't affected by their presence. The world changed, people changed. Chaos filled the streets. 
Gangs, violence and theft skyrocketed in the wake of panic and fear. 
His early years were spent locked up in a large apartment complex. Homeschooled by his parents with the addition of self-defense classes taught by his ex-military father.

At age 10 the demon invasion finally hit close to home. His father who was still an active police officer was called to a scene and barely survived the attack, while his body healed-mostly-his mind never did. He became a shell of his former self, tormented and broken by what he witnessed.
At just 12 years old Riley was forced to make his first kill, a home invader who he shot dead to protect his family.
Shortly after his 14th birthday his mother disappeared, never to come home again, no clue or trace ever found. This shattered his already fragile father, and Riley was forced to get involved with the local gangs as a way to look after his father and himself. 
This situation carried on for just under two years when once again his life was torn apart. Demons got into their apartment complex and wreaked havoc. Many were brutally murdered, Riley was lucky to survive, his father did not. The following year he enlisted to fight demons. 

His father's method of teaching prepared him for a military life. He fit in there, he understood it, he was good at it. He found his calling, an outlet for his emotions, something to focus on, and he quickly excelled up the ranks to eventually be moved into a specialized taskforce. 
Travelling the world, being directed where to fight and who to fight he soon came to see things the way they truly were, to learn value [i]they[/i] put on different lives, to understand who called the shots, and became aware of the river of commerce under it all. At one point he tried to challenge the system, but even with the presence of angels, greed still firmly gripped the hearts of men and it was something that could not be changed.

A few years before the demon war was over, he grew tired of taking orders and abandoned the military to join a small private sector of mercenaries. Outside of the military he realised just how demonic the humans were too. 
By the time the angels turned on man, he was already working purely for money. Good and evil had lost all meaning, only death was certain. 

His job took him all around the world, killing and protecting. Politicians in France. CEO's in China. Arms dealers in North Korea. An accountant in Sweden. Diplomatic summit leaders in South Africa. 
He went where ever his new god -money- took him and did what ever was necessary to get the job done. He would kill, lie, cheat, torture and befriend anyone. It was an art form, a game. He would divert his full focus into each contract with little thought to the consequences, politically or for self. 

But, he built up too much of a reputation for himself, his presence made certain people uncomfortable, and while united only on paper, the militaries worked together to seize him on grounds of abandonment of duty. Once detained however he vanished. Being passed from one agency to the next on his way back home, each taking their own pound of flesh as they sought all the secrets he might know. His journey paused in Sereph's End however as negotiations for his trade hit a roadblock.[/hider]

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