Fennec Riley

*You've met your match in me*

*Don't try to disagree*

*You're running out of time*

*This is the end of the line*

*Thought this was your moment to shine*

*But the name on this movie is mine*

*Because I'm too pretty to die*

*Final girl, you know I'm running for my life*

*I've seen the killer and I think I'm just his type*

*No surprise I'm alive*

*Because I'm too pretty to die*

*Too pretty to die*

*Final Girl - PI3RCE*

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## Description

### Physical Description

Standing roughly 5' 7" Fennec goes out of her way to use every inch to her advantage. Her long softly wavy black hair tends towards being worn loose around her shoulders, even in the chaos of a fight lending towards a touch of feral ferocity coursing through her veins on stolen blood. Her eyes are off-black, a deep mahogany that in the right light glints towards a deep scarlet. Her bone structure speaks to her mixed heritage and her lithe build boasts capable muscles hidden under gentle curves. Her clothes tend towards something tactile and well-worn comfort over fashion, the closest she comes towards the fashion of the early 1980s is the oversized off the shoulder tops and skin-tight jeans. Albeit the muted tones over the more popular neon of the day.

### Psychological Profile

Fennec Riley beyond all else can count on herself. The only child of a pair of washed up self-centered stoners that cared more about making a quick buck than raising a child. And while Fennec could have handled being their singular mistake, a night of fumbled carelessness, it was how they treated her that drew a line in the sand. At best she was like a shiny doll, at worst a drain on their resources. This only increasing tenfold with the birth of her little sister, Juniper, and the way her parents nigh abandoned the girls leaving Fennec the job of raising them both. Nonetheless she survived; it would not be the first of her crucibles to come, nor the last time she would spite fate. Pragmatic with an acerbic tongue and a penchant for the heady sway of adrenaline and danger, Fennec never knew what home and comfort was until after her mortal life ended. Even if it took the Reaper a dozen times to finally claim her, and even then escaping into The Embrace.

## History

### Pre-Embrace

Most of Fennec's history is sadly common knowledge thanks to the book her mother wrote that profiting off her pain and the death of her friends. Everyone assumes the printed words are gospel; heady with her mother's victim complex and self-indulgent assumptions without a passing glance towards the horrors she endured. What is the first hand account when compared with a New York Times Bestseller?

If one were to quote **Outlasting the Slaughter: A Mother's Tribulation** you would believe Laurel and Omar Fathy were the very definition of model parents. They bore the difficulty of their circumstances with grace and doted on their girls, even if Fennec never seemed to be grateful for all they did for her. Their oldest was spoiled, ungrateful, prone to mouthing off and making them look badly with her acting out and over all bratty behavior. A troubled girl and a piss poor example for her perfect baby sister, which was all the more shame how much June loved and idolized her. Fennec was brash, constantly getting into trouble at school and otherwise the kind of child that only had a future of delinquency ahead of her. It wasn't a surprise when her misspent youth flowed into a deviant adolescence and the further corruption of not only her sister but those poor kids that had become their little clique. Marty Panchek, Kris Cooper, Helen and Ginny Melgren, and Ritchie Veis.