Riley is a 5ft 11in Aasimar with an ageless, haunting elegance and pale skin. Her body is a canvas for intricate matte-black pe-a tattoos that resemble geometric tendrils, covering her from the neck down. She has sharp high cheekbones and calculating brown eyes. Her black hair is styled in a slicked back undercut, emphasizing her fluid, predatory movements. She wears form-fitting black leather, showing only the shifting, inky ink on her skin.

Riley is exceptionally composed and speaks in a measured, smooth contralto. She embodies a predatory grace, appearing both fair and utterly ruthless. She operates with a strict code of trust. If someone breaks her word, they no longer exist as a person to her, but as a resource to be harvested. She values efficiency, elegance, and the cold calculation of the trade.

Born into a merchant caravan in the Desertstone Expanse, Riley’s childhood ended in blood when dragonborn raiders slaughtered her family. Fleeing into the shifting sands, she found sanctuary in a cave containing an eldritch mural. The entity behind the stone was patient, offering power that she initially refused. For years she honed her body as a pugilist, fighting her way through back alleys until a second raid brought her to the brink of death. She finally accepted the pact, waking to find her ink moving with a life of its own. Riley eventually settled in Zahra-Nur, rising through the fighting pits to find like-minded souls. Alongside Salem Mercer, she founded The Shroud, a syndicate that now dominates the Realm of Atrix. She rules from the Obsidian Rose, using her inky tendrils to enervate anyone who dares threaten her syndicate’s stability.