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Riley Redcliff

Who Am I...

Just a guy

Romantic Interests

Your wife and your daughter

Relationship Status

The good ol' camel 99's, 'cause I'm addicted to which kills me.

My Story Is...

“Long and tiresome, why don’t you grab a bottle of whiskey, share a smoke and talk about something relevant…”

 

Before being diagnosed with cancer in his lung, Riley Redcliff was a hunter, a part time field agent for the government in the Supernatural threat department, a valuable teammate and a good boyfriend. But all has changed as it should.

After his diagnosis, Riley went out of his way and shattered everything he ever build. His team, his past occupation and his fairy tale worthy relationship. Especially his relationship. He fell into a state of depression and found escape in debauchery. Drugs (Cocaine is his new religion and he’s strongly devoted to it), alcohol and of course women (escorts were his particular favorite choice). Getting addicted to self destruction and waiting on his impending doom. But what’s changed?

Time to time he got over the fact that he was slowly and painfully dying, as a matter of fact he doesn’t do anything to stop it. He even started to practice optimistic nihilism. Not punching mirrors every morning he brushes his teeth anymore. Heck, he even decided to get back to his glory days which were long gone, mostly offering consultations and security systems rather than going on hunts, until one day…

Until one day he recieved a rather interesting contract, money up front… Of course, naturally he accepted it and departed frkm his little messy home which was beginning to look like a crack den rather than a decent home… That’s the last any of his friends or family (if any) has last heard of him.

My Appearance

Height: 6 foot even

Build: lean and not overly muscular, trying to keep a shape best he can with his condition.

Hair: blond, short and bit scruffy.

Eyes: blue.

Scars: in few places.

Tattoos: “Got two and wait til ya see em”.

Ethnicity and Citizenship: Caucasian, no confirmed citizenship thus far.

Species: as human as it gets.

Attire: from birthday suit to whatever. Favors no particular outfit though, however he is quit fond of his red mirror Ray Bans.

 

Inventory

Always at least a pack of Camel 99’s, of course some Colombian sugar, his sunglasses and…No surprise a lighter. If he needs anything else, he’s gonna get it.

Species

Human