Peyton Riley

[Rahne "Wolfsbane" Sinclair]

Peyton, Riley

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Full Name: Peyton Riley

Nicknames: None quite yet

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Ignore the puppet…for now
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Location: Gotham
Origin: DC
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Height: 5’6”

Hair: Blond and long

Eyes: Ice Blue

Typical Clothing/Uniform: She’s still a woman despite being pretty much the leader of two gangs. Peyton wears long dresses and furs most of the time and showers herself with diamonds and pearls. Her favorite colors are navy blue & red. Peyton is always seen in high heels and most of them aren’t kitten heels but stilettos.

Powers/Abilities Peyton’s a shrewd business lady and knows when to flaunt her beauty to get bargains and things she needs.

Team Affiliation: Her father’s Irish Mob and her fiancée’s Italian Mob

Personality: Despite being a Mafia princes, Peyton carries herself rather well. She’s well spoken, sophisticated and can blend well into upper crust society. She’s actually a kind hearted romantic whose soft heart is hidden by her tough mobster exterior. She’s highly intelligent and crafty, running most of the ideas for her father and fiancée’s gangs. She’s serious when she has to be but playful when she doesn’t. However, Peyton’s not the strongest willed person behind closed doors and hides her interior pain so it doesn’t embarrass her or her father.

Family: Sean Riley (father) Johnny Sabatino (fiancée)

Marital status: Engaged

History: Born into an affluent Irish Mob to a caring devoted father, Peyton lived the high life from day one. She was given the most expensive gifts, sent to the elite of private schools and taken on expensive trips. She had a horse as her fifth birthday gift. However Peyton remained grounded because he father was firm but loving and taught her how to be a proper lady while being a dangerous adversary at the same time. Peyton enjoyed her childhood despite feeling frustrated that she could not gain the respect of her elite Gotham peers. They saw her as another “mafia princess” which annoyed her something fierce.

When she was a little older, Peyton met and fell in love with Mathew Atkins, a man who judged her not for her background but for herself. The two were to be wed but her father had other plans. The man dreamed of a Gotham where the Irish mob and Italian mob were in harmony. As such, he’d promised Peyton’s hand to the Italian leader’s heir, Johnny Sabatino. Atkins refused to give up but Peyton’s father sent him to the hospital and forbade him to see Peyton again. Peyton was engaged to Johnny and the merge of the two gangs began.

There was a catch however. Johnny was a violent abusive drunk. He spent his nights and days drinking and when Peyton said something or ‘got in his way’ she was beaten. Worse still, she didn’t love the man.

With Peyton’s help running most of the business, Johnny became successful in his mafia dealings. While he enjoyed the profits, Peyton spent her time wheeling and dealing, while still playing about in Gotham’s social circle. She hides her bruises under make-up and her pride and dreads the day when Johnny gets fed up with her and kills her. Until then though she’s going to help both her father and her fiancée run their gangs to the top of Gotham’s pyramid. It’s Peyton’s idea to run drugs through New York City’s

Sample Post: Tossing her blonde locks behind her shoulder, Peyton stood over the sink in the locked bathroom. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.” She moved the blonde strands aside to see the gaping cut above her eye. It was bleeding something awful; Johnny’s gotten ahold of something hard to hit her this time. She gritted her teeth as she padded the cut down with water before wiping it with a cotton ball. It wasn’t the worst injury she’d walked away from a fight with. Cracked ribs took that award.

Female breathed in deeply, staring at herself in the mirror. Her father was coming for dinner with some new broad he’d picked up. Not that she minded, Daddy should be happy, but women always could tell when another woman was being beat. That was the LAST thing Peyton needed was to arise suspicion. She’d disappoint her father and break up everything he’d worked so hard for, everything she’d started to mold. Johnny was a bloody drunk; there was no way in hell he could run two gangs on his own.

But she could. She was a fighter, a woman with poise and passion who was loyal to everyone including her drunken wife beater of a fiancée. Fiancée.

“I hope to GOD he stays that way until he dies,” she spat quietly, “Because I don’t want that bastard’s name to touch mine.”

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