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「 ₊ ☆ ﾟ zhao lusi, she/her, cis - woman 」 INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met RILEY SONG of the NARIZA BOIS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s mechanic n actually go by BUBBLES. the twenty six y/o is typically seen hanging arnd turf's skate park. allegedly they’re frm miami, fl n hv been w/ the crew for THREE YEARS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl ! 「 ₊ ☆ﾟ serena, 31, she/her, est 」

s t a t i s t i c s .

BASICS:

FULL NAME: riley june song.

NICKNAMES: riles.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUALITY: pansexual.

AESTHETICS: bubblegum pink nail polished fingers coated in motor oil ; lace trimmed socks peeking out from dirty work boots ; pink sparkly heart shaped sunglasses perched atop her head ; the quick, satisfying snap of a sidekick flipping open in a single motion ; hello kitty band-aids covering nicks from busted knuckles ; the soft rev of her motorcycle's engine before it bursts into a roar.

AGE: twenty six.

DATE OF BIRTH: july 3, 1981.

ZODIAC SIGN: cancer sun, virgo moon, gemini rising.

OCCUPATION: mechanic.

APPEARANCE:

FACECLAIM: zhao lusi.

VOICE CLAIM: zhao lusi.

HEIGHT: 5'2".

BUILD: slim, but not too skinny.

HAIR: long ( almost waist length ), dark dark brown, almost black. usually tied back in pigtail braids.

PIERCINGS & TATTOOS: click here for pinterest board.

OTHER DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: soft rounded facial features, big bright eyes, subtle freckles across her nose.

STYLE: click for pinterest board.

PERSONALITY:

TRAITS: pos / loyal, compassionate, hardworking, protective, optimistic, empathetic. neg / stubborn, impulsive, naive, protecctive, anxious, sensitive. neutral / private, practical, observant, curious, sensitive, reflective.

LIKES: tinkering with engines, late night drives with the window open, feeling the wind in her hair when she rides scarlett without a helmet, bold quirky nail designs, being independent, long roadtrips, iced coffee, loud powerful sounding motorcycles, juicy couture track suits, perfectly styled 'messy' hair, girly quirky accessories.

DISLIKES: people underestimating her for being 'cute', losing a race/challenge, people getting in her business, being treated differently because she's a female, feeling stuck, being controlled, having to rely on others to much, being manipulated.

FEARS: losing control, letting down her crew, not living up to her potential, heights.

PHOBIAS: acrophobia : fear of heights.

HOBBIES: sketching, nail art, playing video games, trying to skateboard, candid photography, doing yoga, collecting hello kitty figurines.

PET PEEVES: people who don't take care of their cars, loud chewing, cocky behavior, badly made coffee, being treated different because shes a female mechanic.

FAVORITES:

ICE CREAM FLAVOUR: cookies & cream.

TIME OF THE DAY / NIGHT: nighttime, especially late evenings.

WEATHER: cool, crisp weather, like early fall.

BREAKFAST FOOD: pancakes, with extra maple syrup.

DINNER FOOD: sushi.

DESSERT: chocolate lava cake.

COLOURS: black, pastel pink, & electric blue.

ITEM: her red sparkly motorcycle helmet.

COFFEE ORDER: iced caramel latte, three extra shots.

PERFUME: aqua di gioia by giorgio armani.

b i o g r a p h y .

riley was born into a family struggling to make ends meet in miami. her mother tragically passed away during childbirth, leaving her father, a mechanic, to raise her. he worked long hours, often late into the night, which meant her older brother, ten years her senior, stepped up to care for her. this dynamic created a strong bond between riley and her brother, who also had a passion for cars. with the influence of both her father and brother, riley quickly developed a deep interest in mechanics, learning the trade as a way to empower herself and carve out her own path. although her father was often distant due to his demanding job, riley’s brother became her constant source of support, guiding her through the challenges of growing up in a tough neighborhood. she grew up surrounded by the sounds of engines and tools, cementing her love for fixing things and finding solace in the mechanical world.

as riley entered middle school, it became clear that school was never going to be a challenge for her. academically, she breezed through the curriculum, often finding herself miles ahead of her peers. while other kids struggled to keep up, riley was perpetually bored, coasting through lessons that failed to ignite any real interest. her grades were consistently high, but the real excitement came from the world outside of school. riley was fiercely independent, but making friends was a different story. she was an awkward mix of tomboy and girly-girl—always the one under the hood of a car, but with hello kitty stickers on her notebooks. it wasn’t until her late teens that she found her crowd—mostly fellow misfits who loved the thrill of racing cars or the sound of engines revving just as much as she did. at home, she found solace in the garage with her brother and father, where they often worked late into the night. but it wasn’t all grease-streaked overalls and carburetors; riley had a soft spot for more delicate things, like painting her nails in soft shades of pastel pink. it was this blend of worlds—mechanic at heart, but a soft soul at her core—that made riley such a complex person, drawn to both rough-and-tumble pursuits and quiet, girly rituals.

when riley entered high school, her older brother, now working as a mechanic for the rodani prowlers, started bringing her into the world of street racing. while she had always known her brother was involved in racing, it wasn’t until he became more deeply entrenched in the crew that she got an up-close look at the fast-paced culture. the prowlers had a reputation for dominating races with their unmatched speed and precision, and riley found herself drawn to the sheer intensity of it all. the races, the roar of engines, the speed, and the tight-knit crew—it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. her brother, ever the protector, saw how fascinated riley was by it and started bringing her to more races. she quickly became hooked, fascinated by the cars, the mechanics behind them, and the adrenaline that coursed through the streets. what started as a way to spend time with her brother soon turned into a passion of her own. riley often found herself staying up late in the garage, tinkering with engines and learning everything she could. while she didn’t start racing immediately, the environment ignited a fire in her that wouldn’t be easily extinguished. she was no longer just a bystander; riley was becoming part of the world that had so captivated her.

by the time riley hit her senior year of high school, she had already spent years honing her skills under the hood. working on cars was second nature to her, thanks to the countless hours spent with her father and brother in the garage. when she started tagging along to the rodani prowlers' garage, her talents didn’t go unnoticed. the crew quickly took her under their wing, encouraging her to join as a mechanic. she eagerly accepted, and before long, she was not only wrenching on cars but riding shotgun in her first race. the adrenaline rush of the race was undeniable, and riley knew right then that this was where she truly belonged—part of the crew and fully immersed in the world of speed and machines.

when the rodani prowlers split, riley’s brother was among the crew members who left to form the nariza bois, a shift that shook up the whole dynamic of the street racing scene. riley had always been close to her brother, and his decision was one she didn’t take lightly. while it would have been easier for her to stay with the prowlers, the choice was clear: loyalty and family came first. joining the nariza bois was more than just a job; it was about proving herself in the new world that came with the shift. riley had grown up working under the hood, but now it felt different—more challenging, more intense, and with a new crew that had its own identity. as she got to know the other members, she quickly realized they were just as passionate about cars and racing as she was, and the transition became a natural fit. she dove into the work, rebuilding engines and perfecting mods, with her brother’s guidance still there, even if they were on different teams now. it wasn’t about crew loyalty as much as it was about doing what she loved, and in the nariza bois, riley saw the perfect opportunity to grow.

three years after joining the nariza bois, riley had become a staple in the garage, having earned the nickname “bubbles” from her crew. while she wasn’t the typical racer, her expertise under the hood had gained her respect. she had customized her 2003 mitsubishi lancer evolution viii, known as nightshade, to be a beast on the street, and her 2006 kawasaki ninja 636, nicknamed scarlett, was her escape when she needed a break from the grind. riley had found a rhythm, balancing the mechanic life with occasional street racing and the adrenaline rush that came with it.

h e a d c a n o n s .

she’s super protective of her tools and keeps them in pristine condition—when someone messes with her stuff, she’ll go off, even if it’s just a small scratch.

riley has a love for spicy food, the hotter, the better. she challenges her friends to try the spiciest sauces and laughs at their reactions, claiming it’s nothing for her.

riley is secretly a huge softie when it comes to animals, especially dogs. she’ll always stop to pet a pup she passes on the street.

riley’s the type to get invested in a random hobby out of nowhere. one week she’s obsessed with learning how to play the guitar, and the next, she’s researching photography tips & tricks.

she never lets anyone in her crew see her cry. but when she’s alone, she’ll let herself break down.

riley's highly protective of the people she cares about. if anyone in her crew gets hurt or in trouble, she’ll be the first to act, even if it means putting herself at risk.

riley's a sucker for late-night drives, often hopping into her lancer and cruising the streets to clear her head. there's something about the solitude and the hum of the road that helps her think.

riley’s the type of person who always offers her jacket to anyone who looks cold, even if she’s freezing herself. she has a soft spot for the people around her and hates seeing anyone uncomfortable.

she keeps a stash of snacks hidden in her toolbox for the crew, especially when they’re working long hours. she insists it’s “for the good of the car” when they tease her for it, but she knows everyone appreciates it.

riley often gives spontaneous compliments to people, whether it’s about their car, their outfit, or something they’ve done well. she believes everyone deserves to feel good about themselves, and she likes lifting others up in small, unexpected ways.

riley is secretly really into cooking and loves to experiment with new recipes. she’s known for bringing homemade meals to the crew, always with some unique twist that surprises everyone.

one of riley's nervous habits is constantly opening and closing her bejeweled sidekick, with a forceful click.

#fast.intro #( introduction ! / * 𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜. )#( / * 𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜. )#i'm horrid at writing up wanted connections so i skipped it OOPS

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dr1ftings · 6 days ago

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—— 𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 ; 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬.

describe your first race. was it a formal challenge or a traffic light chase? how did it feel?

"i don’t race as often as some of the others—most of the time, i’m under the hood, getting my hands dirty with the cars. but when i do race? it’s like nothing else. my first race was a street challenge—nothing formal, just the kind of thing that happens when you’re hanging around the right crowd. i remember the adrenaline kicking in, the tension of waiting for the signal, and then—boom—just full throttle. the sound of the engine roaring to life, the rush of the wind, and the way everything else disappears as soon as the tires hit the pavement. it’s a feeling i can’t get from anything else. it’s freedom, it’s power, and it’s addictive. but honestly? i prefer working on the cars, making them run at their peak—racing is just a bonus when it happens."

when did your first realize you had a passion for cars / racing?

"honestly, i don’t think it was some big, dramatic moment. i grew up around cars—my dad worked as a mechanic, and my older brother does too, so i was always in the garage. but racing? that was something that kinda clicked when i was a teenager. i remember the first time i actually hit the gas pedal in a car that wasn’t just to get from point a to point b. the way the engine roared, the adrenaline rush—it was like nothing else. i got into street racing through my brother after that, just to see if i could keep up, and turns out i could. from there, it’s been about finding that perfect balance between precision and raw power. guess you could say it’s in my blood, huh?"

describe your personal definition of loyalty to your crew.

"loyalty to my crew means having each other's backs no matter what. it’s about trust, respect, and knowing that you’re all in this together. we don’t just work on cars or race together; we look out for each other outside of all that too. if someone’s struggling or in a tight spot, you step up, even if it’s not easy. loyalty isn’t just following orders—it’s showing up when it counts, supporting each other, and knowing that your crew’s got your back just as much as you’ve got theirs. at the end of the day, it’s about being there for your people when it matters most."

have you found a ‘family' within your crew? (if not, would you ever consider swapping?)

"yeah, i’ve definitely found a ‘family’ in my crew. it's not the same as blood, but it feels real. we’ve been through a lot together, and we’ve always had each other’s backs. my brother and i were part of the rodani prowlers before the split, but when some of the crew broke off and formed the nariza bois, we both left to join them. it just felt right. i don’t think i’d ever consider swapping—this crew’s the one i’ve stuck with, and i wouldn’t trade that for anything. once you find people you can trust, that loyalty runs deep, you know? i’ve been through enough to know that this is where i’m supposed to be."

tell the story behind your alias.

"bubbles wasn’t my first choice—it just sort of… happened. i’ve got a tendency to be calm, collected, and quiet, but if you push me too far, i’ll snap. i think someone gave me the nickname as a joke, calling me 'bubbles' when i was being a little too sweet in the middle of a race. but, you know what? it stuck. and now, it’s a warning to people. you may see me as calm, but when this bubble bursts, it’s going to be loud. and... i guess it's kinda like bubbles from the powerpuff girls. and i can't complain, she's adorable."

what does losing a race feel like to you?

"losing? uh, it feels like being punched in the gut, dude. but i’m not the kind of person who just... accepts it. i get angry first. then, i get frustrated. and finally i channel that into getting better and fixing up some sick cars. losing teaches me something, even if i hate the lesson. the first time you lose, it’s humbling. after that, it’s just fuel for your next move."

is street racing a long term plan or a short lived hobby for you?

"huh, i hadn’t thought of that. i guess i don’t really see street racing as a forever thing, but it’s not just some hobby i’m gonna drop tomorrow either. right now, it’s part of my life—something i can’t really imagine walking away from. but down the road? maybe i’d shift focus. building cars, tuning them, working under the hood—that’s the kind of thing i could see myself doing for the long haul. racing might fade, but the love for cars? that’s never going anywhere."

how do you feel about the establishment of the nariza bois, particularly in relation to their split from the rodani prowlers?

"huh, i mean, the split? that was between the racers. i just work on the cars, man. all that drama about who what where and why? that’s above my pay grade. my job’s to make sure the engines are ready to go, no matter who’s behind the wheel. i went with the nariza bois because that’s where my brother went, plain and simple. the rest? not my problem."

what car do you drive? how have your made your car your own?

"i’ve got a 2003 mitsubishi lancer evolution viii. she’s a beast. i’ve done a lot of work on her myself, so she’s as personal as it gets. the engine’s been souped up with some custom parts, and i’ve spent countless late nights tuning her to perfection. the paint job’s got that custom matte black with magenta accents on the interior, which just screams low-key menace. i also ride a 2006 kawasaki ninja 636, which is the one people don't expect from someone who looks like me. it’s the perfect balance to the evo. when i need to get away from it all or just clear my head, i’m on that bike, tearing through the streets like there’s nothin' in the world that could stop me.."

you're often seen around [location]– what does a typical visit look like for you?

"oh, turf’s? it’s my go-to spot when i need to chill. i’ve been trying to learn how to skate, but let’s just say i’m not exactly 'graceful' on a board. most of the time, i’m just hanging out, watching the skaters pull off tricks and soaking in the vibe. there’s something about the energy there—it’s raw, creative, and kinda inspiring. i’ll give skating a try now and then, even if it means eating pavement a few times. but honestly? just being there, surrounded by the sound of wheels and the buzz of people, is enough for me."

do you ever have the urge to swap positions?

"swap positions? not really. i mean, i love what i do. being a mechanic, getting under the hood, and making sure every car runs like it’s got a soul—that’s my thing. don’t get me wrong, racing’s got its rush, and i’ve felt it a few times, but i don’t think i’d want to trade places full-time. there’s something about being the one who makes the machines sing, you know? and as for import modeling? yeah, that’s not happening. i’d trip over my own feet trying to look cute in heels. the garage is where i belong."

#( musings ! / * 𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜. )#fast.talk #honestly this took 4eva #haven't been this excited for an rp in a minute #( / * 𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜. )

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