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goosemods Y2
She seemed so sweet to me
I was mistaken
Oh no not that again
But that's so like candy
She just can't face the day,
so she turns and melts away
GENERAL
NAME: Riley Mae Stamper
NICKNAMES: Ri, Riley Mae, Ri-Ri, Stamps
AGE/DOB: 17 / August 1
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood of some sort. She has no direct Muggle relatives in her life, but everyone says they’re half this or half that or whatever.
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, she/her.
SEXUALITY: Lesbian. Don't be fooled by how often she makes out with boys at parties. She just likes the attention.
HOMETOWN: Otter Point, Umnak Island, AK. It's an isolated, hard to reach community out on the Aleutian Island chain, generally only accessible by Floo, Portkey, or Apparating, or by boat if you're visiting from the adjacent island of Unalaska. The northeastern part of the island was once used for military operations in World War II, but the facilities were long ago closed and wizards basically took over.
CONCEPT: She's glitter and spice and not very nice.
PHYSICAL
APPEARANCE: Riley wants your attention, and she dresses for it. Bright colors, sequins, clashing patterns, short skirts, boob shirts, impractically tall high heels, oversized accessories are all in her wardrobe, plus her rainbow of hair colors. Recently she’s been partial to blue, but pink is kind of her Signature Color. Yes, she thinks she has a Signature Color.
HEIGHT: 4’11”
PB: Amanda Arcuri
PERSONALITY
LIKES: Attention, bright colors, sequins and sparkles and glitter, cute fluffy animals, being thrown way too high in the air, being treated by a lap dog, candy, caffeine, bright lipstick, parties, wine coolers, butts, kissing games
DISLIKES: School, dress codes, people trying to tell her what to do, her friends giving other people attention, the cold, gross things in general, responsibility, monogamy
PERSONALITY:
Little Miss Riley Mae Stamper wants to be the center of attention. Look at her! Talk about her! Remember her when she’s gone! Riley’s vain and self-centered, and spends a lot of time making sure you’re looking at her—even if you’re looking at her because she’s so tacky, and you don’t know how she can be so weirdly confident in glittery heels and a giant floral shirt turned into a bedazzled dress. It doesn’t really matter if it’s good attention or bad attention, not when you really get down to it, just as long as she’s on your mind, and just as long as she has some level of control over it. Riley doesn’t have much of a problem with her name being anonymously dragged through the mud if she’s the one that dropped it there in the first place, but if she’s happily going along with her business and suddenly someone wants to talk shit about her, Riley will throw a tantrum.
Tantrums are how Riley handles almost all of her problems. If you disagree with her, if you present a problem for her, if you’re an inconvenience to her, Riley will ball her fists, stamp her feet, and rage until someone else comes along to solve the issue. It’s unfortunate that enough people just want her to calm down that this method has been historically successful for her. But as the baby of six kids, Riley learned two whole lessons growing up: one was that if you throw a big enough tantrum, your tired parents will pay attention to you long enough to just give in, the other is that people love the sweet little babies.
The latter lesson informs a lot of Riley’s more endearing (or irritating, depending on your level of tolerance) qualities. She’s immature and pouty, she infantilizes her speech patterns and doesn’t have great problem-solving skills, she’s just begging for the nearest mom- or dad-friend to scoop her up and treat her like a lapdog, but she’s also cute and fun, she’s carefree and has, like, no inhibitions. In some ways, she’s who a lot of people wish they could be, if only they didn’t care about how their actions affected others, or had any kind of foresight into how things could come back to bite them in the ass. She wears what she wants! Takes what she wants! Grabs whatever butts she wants! And if someone gets mad, then they’re just dumb and it clearly wasn’t little Riley Mae’s fault.
Consequences don’t really occur to Riley. She lives very much in the moment and does not have a long history of learning her lesson. There are precious few brain cells up in that colorful little head of hers; they can only handle so much thinking. If something sounds fun, she’s gonna do it and not think through the whole scenario. Like, maybe last time she got super hurt when she fell from the stage, but it still seems super fun to stand on her tall friend’s shoulders and do a flip from the stage!! So why not?!?! And if something starts out sounding fun and turns out to be crazy stupid boring then Riley will drop it in a burning hot second. Doing boring things (like homework and cleaning up after herself) is so far down on Riley’s list of things she wants to do right now.
Riley is a very selfish person, and expects the world to cater to her whims. As far as she’s concerned, her friends belong to her, and if her clingy ass sees one of her besties falling into a relationship with someone who doesn’t see how completely and totally wonderful she is, Riley will get downright shitty. Oh, you like them? Well that’s too bad, because you like Riley Mae way more, right? If that doesn’t seem to be the case, then it’s time for another tantrum! Or a fight! Surely if she starts a fight for no reason, her best friend in the world will side with her.
Despite spending her sophomore year hiding from snobs and bullies, Riley doesn’t have a lot of empathy, and does not care if someone gets their feelings hurt because she started a pointless fight with them, or made fun of them behind their back, or just right in front of them. She is a coward and a hypocrite; she can dish out insults but can’t take them, and has no problems barking and throwing out insults from behind the relative safety of a stronger friend or anonymity. Because Riley is basically a spoiled chihuahua in a pink sweater, and she will bite the shit out of your ankles as you're trying to mind your own damn business.
SKILLS
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English and technically Spanish. You could call Riley conversationally fluent, but she doesn't really grasp the grammar, can't write it very well, and is easily confused by false cognates. Riley would definitely accidentally tell someone she's pregnant when she means she's embarrassed, if Riley was capable of feeling embarrassment.
PATRONUS: Hummingbird. Which she somehow managed to learn how to cast.
SKILLS:
HISTORY
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Mother - Yesenia Puig - Headmistress of the Otter Point School of Magic, first generation daughter of Chilean immigrants, raised in San Diego, CA. She and Riley do not get along.
Father - Joe Stamper - Librarian, grew up in Talkeetna, AK.
Siblings -
Shayne Tutiakoff - 31, older sister, married and moved to San Diego.
Taylor Stamper - 28, older brother.
Angel Stamper - 25, older brother, buttface.
Dakota Stamper - 22, older brother.
Dylan Stamper - 19, older sister.
HISTORY:
x. Riley Mae Stamper was the sixth child born to Joe and Yesenia. The first three children were born in the warm embrace of San Diego, California, where they met, where Yesenia grew up, where the sun shines all year long and the residents there don’t ever seem to worry about a thing. The last three were born in the shitty, rainy, muddy arms of the Aleutian Islands, where they only moved because they were looking for a new headmaster for the Otter Point School of Magic, and it paid much better than any little teaching gig down in the Lower 48.
“Plus,” Joe said, “the government gives you money just for living here!”
“They give you money to make up for having to live here,” Shayne, their eldest daughter, said with a pout. “Do you know how far away the nearest movie theater is? It’s in Canada.”
She was exaggerating, of course. The nearest movie theater was in Anchorage. Anchorage is much closer than Canada.
x. The Stamper household was loud. Shayne was 14 years old when her baby sister was born, and the shouting hasn't stopped since. There was the normal sibling fighting (the hair pulling, the toy destruction, the psychological torture), the parent-child fighting (clean your room Dakota, Angel what time did I say your curfew was?, YOU JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME, MOM), and the constant noise that accompanied eight people just trying to live under the same roof. There was almost always someone up and doing something.
Little Riley Mae gleefully contributed to the volume of the household. When she cried, she got attention. When she shrieked, she got all the attention. Oh, yes. Yes, that was good. That was what she wanted.
x. It was easy for Riley's big brothers and sisters to get away with stuff. Shayne could sneak out because Mom and Dad had, like, a million babies to deal with, and Taylor could sneak booze because he was more subtle about it and Shayne was taking up any attention not already devoted to the kids, and Angel and Dakota slipped right in the middle there. By the time Dylan and Riley reached rebellious age, their parents were a little too wily and wary. But that didn't stop Riley from trying.
Despite how many times her mother caught her halfway out her bedroom window, or a friend's mom caught her on the roof of their house smoking stolen cigarettes, or she and a cute older kid got stuck in the snow or mud past curfew and had to be hauled out by one of their parents, Riley just kept trying. She wanted to push her mother's buttons, in school, out of school, everywhere she went. Even if she didn't have anything to yell at her about, she was always trying to start shit with her, as if to prove to her mother that you do not control me, and I am not you.
x. When Riley was six years old and already in trouble at school, it was pretty clear Riley and Yesenia were not going to be able to make this work. As Riley got older, angrier, more hormonal, she couldn't keep her fights with her mom from spilling over into school and Yesenia couldn't keep acting like she was no more difficult than the other kids. She suggested going to Ilvermorny, but Riley, the ultimate contrarian, balked and screamed at her for trying to send her least favorite child away forever!!
And then, without warning, Riley dropped the Gooseberry application in her mother's lap. Dylan had thought about going but flaked out halfway through the application, and now it was totally her own idea to abandon her mother and go to a boarding school. Plus, she couldn't say no to the chance to get away from this rain and muck and snow all the time.
The fight Riley had been expecting didn't come. Instead, Yesenia put Riley’s PFDs toward her tuition and sent her youngest daughter off to boarding school so she could get a little peace and quiet for Christ's sake.
x. The decision to be an exchange student came suddenly to Riley. Someone else had dropped out, couldn't make the grades or pony up the dough, and she jumped at the chance. Why not? It sounded fun! Adventurous. Ugh, and she had been dreading going back to Alaska that summer and seeing her mother again, but, maybe it could be more bearable if she knew she was going all the way to ~🌟~ENGLAND~🌟~ the next year. She filled out her application, sent it back home to get signed, and waited for the inevitable skeptical arguments and realistic refusals from her mother to come.
Instead of arguing, Yesenia wrote a check to cover the tuition. Seemed like she liked the idea of Riley being on another continent just as much as Riley did.
Riley was suitably impressed with Hogwarts when she got there. It was a lot bigger than either of the schools she had been to so far, and it was so old, and it felt full of magic. She was Sorted into Slytherin, and aside from the fact that she had to wear green (which, just, she did not look good in, it made her look so drab) and her natural hair color (unless she was doing it for, like, Quidditch, or it was an accident and you couldn't fix it, or whatever other excuse those other people came up with), this was going to be the best year of Riley Mae's life!
x. Dumb. That was a dumb thing to say. This was the worst year of Riley Mae's life. Turns out, Slytherin was where they put the crafty bitches. Riley had always gotten along with the crafty bitches back home, but these girls were different, and they were not charmed by Riley. She was too American, too immature, and not nearly experienced enough in the ways of stirring shit to be of any use. Riley tried to hold her own, but she stepped to the wrong girl, pulled the wrong kind of move, and got smacked down. Humiliated, Riley retreated, but not enough. For the rest of the year, Riley was taunted by the others in her House or her year as rumors and jokes about her trickled out to the masses.
Riley didn't realize how great bathrooms were for crying in until she met Myrtle. Somehow, some mopey ghost became her first friend at the school, who she would eat her lunch with. In a bathroom, you guys. But… it wasn’t the worst thing to have a ghost as a friend. Sometimes, if Riley needed to hide until she got her shit together, Myrtle would flood the toilets and make sure none of the other girls wanted to use it.
From there, Riley managed to slip herself into a small group of bullied kids. Ennis would eat lunch with her in the bathroom, Lachlan and Gabriel would remind her that she wasn’t alone, and there might have been a cutie boo in Hufflepuff that she pulled into her world for little more than a shameful ego boost. It wasn’t home, but it was a small refuge in what Riley would think was just the worst possible place in the whole entire world.
x. "Okay Riley Mae, that was a misstep, but we can come back from that!" she said to herself in the mirror two weeks after coming home to Alaska. "You're back in familiar turf, and these bitches know not to fuck with you."
And just like that, she was home. Coming back to Gooseberry was the best decision of Riley’s misguided life. She started out the year defensive and guarded, unwilling to discuss her horrible time abroad, and she fell back in with her old crowd of American bitches. The ones she understood. There were some changes—some of last year’s Hogwartites ended up back on the right side of the pond with her, some of her best friends forever found other friends while she was away, and also there was a super cutie booty new potions teacher—but the heart of the school was the same. There were parties, she could be on stage and on top of the school cheer pyramid, there were ways to be Anonymously Terrible, there were parties with kissing games.
Riley still didn’t want to go to class, she still didn’t want to do any work now that she was here, but she felt like she was back on top. And she was pretty awful. She wanted this school to know Riley Mae had arrived (again) and she was not taking any shit.
x. Okay, so maybe she got stolen by the Weird Forest Dude, but even that did almost nothing to ruin Riley’s perception of this AWESOME SCHOOL. All she’d done was take a long nap in a field full of butterflies(!!!), so why was her mom making such a big deal out of it when she got home? So some kids wound up in the woods and got kind of cold or scratched up, whatever, they were fine now, weren’t they?
The argument Riley ended up having with her mom was just as big as ever, just as fun and explosive, but what she hadn’t expected was for her dad to side against her too. They were all “we’re just worried about you Riley Mae” and she was all “IF YOU WORRIED ABOUT ME YOU’D LET ME GO BACK TO MY FRIENDS!!”
The fight lasted days, with Riley holding a hell of a grudge for every tiny threat to her continued enrollment they uttered, but Yesenia and Joe relented. Because it did kind of seem like it would be just so much easier to let her go back to Kidnapping School, wouldn’t it?
SCHOOL
YEAR: Senior (Grade 12)
HOUSE: Azurcrest, Slytherin at Hogwarts.
SORTING: Riley is the epitome of your flighty, fun-loving bluejay. She starts a fun project and then gets bored easily, she’ll flirt with someone cute who catches her eye, then wander off if they make it too easy. She wants to be surrounded by the spirit of FUN and barely wants to listen when someone else presents a plausible reason for why that FUN can’t happen right now. It barely took any time at all for the bluejay to have Riley thoroughly convinced that she belonged in the happy fun-times house, but Coppertale did actually have a good point about how her fighting spirit would do well with the other foxes.
WAND: Spruce, Graphorn horn core, 7 inches, very stubborn. If the talk about small wands being given to wizards with a certain deficiency of character holds any water then who am I to argue with the experts?
FAMILIAR: I would never do that to a pet.
CLASSES:
Core – Charms, Herbology, Outdoor Education
Electives – Aesthetic Magic, Astronomy, Magical Rudiments
ADVANCED STUDY: lmao
SENIOR PROJECT: She and CASEY are collaborating!! So far they know it's some sort of performance, and while they're both working on all the aspects of it, Riley's taking point on the costuming and Casey's taking the lead on choreography.
ACADEMIC PERFORMANCE: Riley does not do terribly well in school. She doesn’t care about boring classes, she wants to go hang out with her FRIENDS. But her mother is an educator, and she is going to see her youngest child walk across that damn stage and get her diploma if it kills her (it might kill her).
She thought for SURE that Aesthetic Magic would be her favorite class, because Riley has an artist's eye and can doodle like a motherfucker. When filling out her application she indicated she wanted to go to this school for the ARTS program and included some of the SUPER CUTE sketches and paintings she did in school up until then. But Ms. Poe was not down with that attitude and made it clear that this was a serious class in which doodling on your friends
So her favorite class ended up being Charms, where Mr. C(utie)-B(ooty) was so nice and never gave her an F.
But no amount of cute butts will ever make her love Outdoor Education. Whyyyy does she have to pass a year to graduate?? It's so DUMB and GROSS and DIRTY.
EXTRACURRICULARS: Azurcrest Cheer, Boating, Drama, Event Committee, Crafting Club, LARP. Some kids using the Magical Rudiments classroom to work on their costume basically told her she could just bounce around pretending to be a fairy if she joined LARP, so she's a fucking fairy.
Banned from Duelling & Fencing for getting overzealous with a foil her freshman year. You’re free to imagine it was her losing her temper or unsubtly sexually harassing several pretty ladies.
OOC
NAME: Alex
EMAIL: heydudeshutup at gmail
CDJ:
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24601OTHER PREFERRED CONTACT: Dropbox
TIME ZONE: US Pacific
UPDATES
- Minor tweaks in history (Hogwarts section specifically: added in some other students who were there at the same time, expanded a little on why she didn't fit in), plus Y1 and summer.
- Retconned hometown.
- New concept line.
- Wrote new blurb for Otter Point School of Magic.
- Added Skills & Languages.
- Academic performance: it was like one sentence before, and now it is more.
- She actually has a senior project.
- Minor edits: appearance, sorting (I actually rewrote them but the info is the same), extracurriculars. Riley is joining LARP, get ready.
- New icon set. WE'RE GOING ALL BLUE.
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