PERSONALITY,

He hardly moved and acted in his youth with a measured and controlled placability, but instead he was born with a natural intensity, an effortless fortitude. Everything about him... it's all tangled up in anger and envy. It's Riley, a kid, almost a naked soul now that you've seen his older, rugged self. So immature and this one is such a damn kid, all adrenaline and a fuse a single cell layer long. Now he's got adult confidence where coltish envy had been before, though that attitude is still a little too full-on for most - no, he wasn't prone to a slow and calculated burn, but a rapid succession of concussive blasts of tempered fury. The man is an awkward, ill-adjusted foster child of the city-industrial complex. He is cigarette smoke and cheap wine and no family but Family, and still there it was a resilient part of his ragged young life. Riley is, the man realizes on the last retreat into the evening, the patron saint of broken things. The disassembled components of an explosive, the debris after it detonates. His mother's body at the bottom of a cliff; his father's always-weak, now-crumbling empire; the love his brother holds out to him with open hands, a busted toy he would fix for him if he would only ask. His own trunk of secrets and philosophies, half-truths and an identity like religion, folded away. The same single minded qualities that makes him a horrible friend are also a personal liability. Through it all, Riley's mouth is smug and arrogant; almost triumphant, but for the wrong thing. Always for the wrong thing.

tastes,

LIKES: gardening, being barefoot, green & black teas, electronica, piano, misty mornings, cigarettes.
DISLIKES: domestic chores, emotional baggage, cold coffee, winter time, moral posturing, open flame.
TALENTS: sarcasm, driving, herbal remedies.
ASPIRATIONS: going home sounds nice.

FACE CLAIM

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, EDWARD ELRIC, riley vale