NIGHTINGALE, riley avarice

[Ofc. Riley Nightingale]

I go by Dude, and my time zone is EST. I found this site by looking around. You can contact me PM.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Riley Avarice Nightingale.

AGE:

Twenty-four.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

He thinks he’s bisexual or maybe bi-curious… But other than that, he loves the ladies. So, probably straight but bi-curious.

SPECIES:

Gifted. Pathokinesis (manipulate emotions) & Automatabokinesis (manipulate metabolism & Hormones).

NATIONALITY:

Finnish, German, Norwegian, American.

OCCUPATION:

(Corrupted) Sgt. Police Officer/Conman/Parole Officer.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

One could say… He has light eyes. Baby-blue, very… Very light baby-blue. At different lighting, they sometimes look like a very light-green color. But they’re blue, alright. He was born with darker blue eyes but as he grew older, they got more and more lighter. Not to the point of creepy, but just very light. No, he doesn’t ear contacts. No need to. His vision is perfect and he has no reason to hide his own eyes. When he smiles, he looks almost child-like in appearance. He just has that ‘nice’-looking face. Maybe its because his face is a little square and the way his smile curves gives off that nicer vibe? Though that doesn’t mean he’s a sweetheart, however. Appearances can be deceiving. Nonetheless, the man has a body. A decent build. You could tell he works out with those defined muscles of his. Broad shoulders, defined biceps, triceps, six-pack of abs with an accompany rib cage muscle… He’s in shape and most clearly isn’t one to ‘back down’ or give up easily.

His skin is fair and his hair is a brow color. In certain lighting it may be darker or lighter, but otherwise it’s just that normal shade of brown. Nothing special indeed. He has a few tattoos scattered around his physique. One of which wraps around his upper left arm, and another is my his right hip. Nothing special. Just some tribal designs. The clothes that he wears, is nothing special either. He wears whatever is comfortable and not pink. He hates that color. Normal ‘nature’ hues or ‘cool’ colors are his preference. Oh! And by the way, he stands at around six foot two no shoes, and has a slight southern accent. Just slight. Or well, that’s what it sounds like at least.

CELEB CLAIM:

Andrew Stetson.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Jerk. That’s one word to describe the man, and sadly; he’d take it as a compliment. The man is a little prude to say the least and really thinks he’s somewhat better than you. Just somewhat… He knows he isn’t the most muscular man out there not the smartest (but smart enough as to not get caught or even suspected - even more so on his jobs), but most of the time to normal folk, he thinks and believes he surpasses you. Being a corrupted officer, of course that mean’s he’s a slick and sly man. He’s very careful and pre-plans things… As well as has multiple ways of doing the same thing and getting out of anything. If plan A doesn’t work, he has Plan B to plan Z awaiting him at his disposal. Money seems to be his drug… Money, power, and respect are.

The man is a little hardened now that he’s opened up from his shell. He’s a jerk, very opinioned, and tends to speak his mind. But he isn’t anyone’s fool. The man knows when to hush up when speaking to ‘higher ups’ and whatnot, but to apparently everyone else, it’s all free reign for him. Despite his crude, rude, rash, slightly egotistical, high manipulative, and careful personality, the man is quite the protective man… And believe it or not, he’s a passion bumblebee. Dominique is proof of that. Almost every time they get back together or after a big fight, they make up, and they make up in ways most would dream to. He’s a rough man with a hard shell… And that shell is cracking. He can be nice, but that’s just the angel showing itself out of this mischievous imp that is Riley. He isn’t an all-round bad guy… Just most of the time he is. The man is in over his head in things too deep for him to crawl out of. Once he started, he knew he couldn’t stop…

LIKES:

His children - though one is not of his blood, his brother - though half of the time he despises him, making deals with his parolees and not getting caught, getting or sneaking in a little extra pay, caffeine, money, women - his girlfriend or someone else, using his powers to get hat he wants, cooler temperatures - though he does like the heat - just not scorching hot, his pets, when things go his way, when people are actually happy in his household, when he doesn’t get caught.

DISLIKES:

Getting caught, being threatened, having the house a mess, being in a fistfight at work, arresting the ‘wrong person’, reading - he has TV for that, when people keep on texting him, chatspeak or ‘leet speak’, overtime, heated arguments with his girlfriend, losing the kids for a few days, picking up the dogs and cats ‘leftovers’, getting hurt physically in some fashion.

SECRETS:

He cheated on his girlfriend multiple times (and who knows, he might be a father - he doesn’t know nor care). His ‘powers’. That he is corrupted, though his girlfriend pretty much knows what he does.

FEARS:

Somehow not having his children in his life. His girlfriend walking out on him and taking everything with her. Having to fight his brother in any sort of way.

DREAMS:

One day, maybe having a normal life. He kind of ruined his a little bit by getting into some illegal activities and being corrupted - but he did that to benefit his family. It’s dangerous, he knows, and so wishes he didn’t have to do such a thing - to wish he could do his job without falling into temptation. Maybe then, his girlfriend would love him for who he is…

STRENGTHS:

Manipulative, strength itself, ‘insight’, reads faces pretty well, persistence, doesn’t give up, strong will-power, protective, tries to keep promises.

WEAKNESSES:

Doesn’t know when to quit or stop, lies, women, his children, competition.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Yvonne Judo and Desmond Nightingale were people in high school that despised one another. Desmond was the jock and Yvonne was the outcast nerd or 'tom-boy'. Though out of high school, the two seemed to get together. They were stupid to let the peer pressure and cliques of high school get in the way. The two of them met in college. They both attended the same university. While Yvonne was going into nursing, Desmond wanted to be a firefighter. They both had the same concept of helping people, though Yvonne was more proactive and Desmond was more reactive. The two had a few of the same classes, mainly electives. One year passed and the to dated. Due to Yvonne's mother passing on and her father being ruthless – since she was over eighteen she was kicked out, Desmond, whom had his own small apartment, welcomed her into his home. It was then that a few weeks later that the two dated and got 'together' in more ways than one. Nine months later, Riley was born. The two soon got a bigger apartment and both continued to go to school. It was very rough but Desmond's parents were supporting them unlike Yvonne's, so it wasn't as hard as it could have been. As she got her degree two years later to be a nurse, she was pregnant again. By that time, Desmond was already a firefighter – passing his paramedics and EMT courses as well.

Eight months later this time, Yvonne went to the hospital and called Desmond who was at work at the station on one of his 24-hour shifts. They let him get out early so he could see and hold his new son, another edition to the family. It was the next day, literally, that Desmond finally proposed to her. A year or so later, the two got married and their son Riley carried their rings while little Everett was being held by their auntie. Six years or so later, Yvonne was a R.N. Which was upgraded a few times and could do way more than the average nurse, and Desmond was still a firefighter – though was soon approached from a Homeland Security officer and soon was taking courses in that field. The Nightingale family moved out of the apartment and into a nice suburban two-story house (with basement, two car garage, attic, and a very large backyard – a few acres) for their family. It was there that their boys finally were growing up.

The boys, though not twins, were somewhat identical at their young child ages, though as they progressed to their teenage years, there were heavy differences. Both did well in school. Everett did a little bit more while Riley kind of slacked off a bit. School just wasn’t that big of a deal for him. That is until Senior year hit… Riley stopped his shenanigans (literally screwing around, drawing instead of note-taking, skipping class) and actually tried to be the best he could. He did not graduate the top of his class but out of a class of two-hundred fifty-three, he ranked thirty-two. See? Even slackers can pout their mind to it. Why the sudden change of heart though? His parents threatened him. They wanted him to succeed in life and some universities out there weren’t as merciful as some around the neighborhood and they checked your high school grades. Did he want to be a bum or be like his father or mother? He chose the latter obviously. While his brother was at school still, Riley attended the Police Academy. He didn’t need a degree to become an officer as some education was given, but in order to ‘rank up’ as they called it, he did. He however, wanted to become one now instead of later, so Riley went. Though just at the end of his Academy years, a woman came up, holding a little baby, claiming it was his.

Of course Riley knew the woman, Dominique, but refused to acknowledge what she said. A few doctor appointments later and a few tests were given and soon he found out that he was the father of the child. At first things were stressful. He was eighteen and just graduated the academy - he was a rookie cop and she was whatever… And wanted child support from him. Agreements were made here and there and soon the two just decided to live together in her apartment. He wanted to be responsible, really… They knew each other around his senior years in high school. He often skipped class to screw around with her or some other people… Though she was older by two years, it didn’t matter. Over the months though when he went ’straight’, they didn’t talk much and he refused to ’hang out’ and do everything. He wanted a good education. But now they were reunited… In his mind they were friends… Friends with benefits now, apparently and he wasn’t the sort of figure to just drop this. So, he obliged and lived with her. It was good character build-up, too - helping pay rent and taking care of a baby. Though… She had a child of her own already there, but Riley didn’t mind.

As he went patrolling, he went to school for his education. A little backwards, but that was what he did. His parents offered to pay for his education… But now with his living arrangements and a baby… It was a little stressing. Even more so hiring a babysitter. Though he soon decided to cram everything in - and decided to get his degree a year earlier. It was possible, but he could do it. Though… With all the stress and now working part-time as an officer, money was bare. That was when Riley’s bad habits started to resurface but in a worse case. Drugs were smuggled and taken out of the evidence locker… Riley planted evidence and got more busts thus more cash… Part time, he was doing alright. The stress was still there, but Riley managed, even more so with his ability he soon came to realize he possessed. Call him a late bloomer…

When he was twenty-one, almost twenty-two, he got his degree in Criminal Justice and soon went back to the force full-time. The couple were in their prime right then and there until; a year later, when they moved out of the apartment and got a nice small two-story home by a small man-made lake in the suburbs of Essex - near the more secluded parts with dirt roads. She wanted something peaceful though Riley screamed cement and chaos. It was then that their relationship started to crumble… She caught him cheating on multiple accounts and threatened to leave. A few times she did, but he managed to always get her to come back - half the time against her own will (using his ability). Taking a few extra courses when he had time, the man soon got a job offer at East Orange’s Prison, just some miles off from the station. Riley decided to take the job. It was part-time but it worked basically hand-in-hand with his policing.

When he was twenty-four, they decided to give him an upgrade at the force. For being ‘dedicated’ and getting a lot of bad people off the streets (mainly due to false information and weaseling), he was promoted to sergeant. Not a detective, but just a sergeant. He was slightly bummed out, but happy at the same time. He was getting more money now - more money to make his little girls happy… Oh, and Dominique too. He loved them all and considered Dominique’s first child (with another man, before him) as his own… Though the two fight and he is somewhat unfaithful, the two bare out the hardships and stick together… Though Riley doubts if it would last any longer. Being a corrupted officer… Both with policing and with his parolee’s, his bad behavior was at home as well. Things just aren’t looking so good. One would say “why cheat if you love her”, but even then, Riley couldn’t answer that question…

FAMILY LIFE:

Yvonne Nightingale - mother (44)
Desmond Nightingale - father (46)
Everett Nightingale - brother (22)
Dominique Black - girlfriend/complicated (26)
Grace Black - daughter (6)
Brooke Black - step-daughter (10)
Roman Nightingale - nephew/twin (2)
Alexis Nightingale - niece/twin (2)
Bonnie - dog/Boerboel (3)
Clyde - cat/Siamese (2)

OTHER:

Someday he wants to marry Dominique and for her to be in the little con-business too. So far, things are going the opposite way.

Also, he likes cupcakes. With lots of frosting and sprinkles. Blame his little girls for that.

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