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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.

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riley's tag drop.