Name: Riley “Rye” Kincaid

Age: 22

Zodiac: Leo Sun, Aquarius Rising, Aries Moon

Species: Human

Alignment: Chaotic Good

General Description:

Riley has the kind of presence that fills a space without her trying — sunlight in human form with just enough edge to keep things interesting. Her sun- hair, a cascade of soft curls and salt-kissed waves, tumbles out from under a backwards black-and-red snapback, framing her angular jaw and sharp cheekbones. Her eyes, golden-brown with flecks of amber, always seem to be chasing movement — scanning the horizon for the next spot, the next trick, the next rush.

A constellation of freckles stretches across her nose and cheeks, intensified by long hours in the sun. Her skin holds the warmth of summer year-round, and faint bruises and scrapes decorate her knees like badges of honor. She’s got a tattoo of a hawk mid-dive inked on her inner calf, a homage to her need for speed and flight.

Riley dresses for function and statement — oversized hoodies with bold prints, worn-in Vans, athletic shorts, and the occasional ripped denim jacket that smells faintly of spray paint and campfire. Silver rings, leather bracelets, and a chipped shark tooth necklace give her that layered “collected along the way” vibe. Her skateboard is her canvas — the underside painted with snarling wolves, rolling waves, and streaks of neon paint that catch the light when she flips it.

Height: 5'4"

Build: Lean, athletic, long-limbed

Hair: Sun- blonde, wavy

Eyes: Golden brown with amber flecks

Style aesthetic: Skate-core with coastal grunge influence

Backstory: Riley Kincaid has always been the kind of person who doesn’t just live life — she wrings every last drop out of it. Growing up in a small coastal town, she spent more time on a skateboard or surfboard than she ever did sitting still. Her parents never had to push her to get good grades; she was naturally sharp, graduating high school with straight A’s and ranking #1 on her wrestling team. She even scored a full scholarship to a prestigious college — something everyone thought she’d jump at.

But Riley? She wasn’t built to be boxed in.

She saw degrees as “fancy pieces of paper” and wrestling trophies as dust collectors. To her, life wasn’t about climbing someone else’s ladder — it was about building your own damn ramp and skating it.

She did end up earning a degree in Advanced Art and Engineering (because “why not?”), but she treated it as more of a curiosity than a career path. She knew she could build, design, and create without needing anyone’s stamp of approval.