09-14-2025, 05:56 PM
== Physical Description ==
Name: Riley Wright
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 106 lbs
Build/Body Type: Petite but athletic; wiry strength from disciplined training
Complexion: Fair
Hair Color: Black with violet highlights
Hair Style: Medium-length, often styled neatly but allowed some freedom off duty
Eye Color: Dark brown
Voice: Warm, steady, with a subtle trace of her Luna upbringing
Off-Duty Clothing Taste: Prefers simple, practical attire—comfortable trousers, jackets, and boots, with occasional bold accessories
Distinguishing Features: Confident posture, piercing gaze, sleeve tattoo on right arm (kept hidden under uniform), faint scar on left forearm from a training accident
== Personal History ==
Date of Birth: April 12, 2382
Place of Birth: Tycho City, Luna
Marital Status: Single
Siblings Name & Ages: One younger brother, Daniel Wright (18, still in secondary school on Luna)
Mother's Name: Dr. Amelia Wright (astrogeologist)
Father's Name: Marcus Wright (civil engineer)
Parent's Status: Both alive, but often distant due to their work-focused lives
Pets: None currently; grew up with a family Labrador named Cosmo
Best Friend: Cadet T’Varen (Vulcan, fellow graduate of the Security division)
Personal History: Riley Wright grew up in Tycho City on Luna, with the Moon’s stark horizons outside her window and the hum of research stations in the background. Her parents, Amelia and Marcus, were both professionals — her mother spent most of her days analyzing rock samples and running data models, while her father was always tied up in infrastructure projects. They loved her, but work usually came first. Riley learned early to keep herself busy, or to look after her younger brother, Daniel. That independence became a part of her, though she sometimes wished her parents had been around more.
Being short — barely scraping 4’11” — meant she was often dismissed or underestimated. It annoyed her to no end, but instead of letting it break her down, she fought harder. Martial arts classes, zero-g sports, anything physical she could throw herself into — she turned her size into an advantage. Quick, precise, stubborn: that was how she made people notice her.
At ten years old, a transport malfunction left her stuck in a damaged airlock until a rescue crew pulled her free. It only lasted minutes, but the memory stuck. The air felt thinner, the walls too close, and she carried that fear with her long after. Rather than shy away from it, Riley swore she’d never let fear decide who she was or what she could do.
By twelve, she already knew where she was headed. A Starfleet delegation passed through Luna, and she was hooked. The way they carried themselves — calm, confident, explorers and protectors rolled into one — lit a fire under her. From that point on, every extra hour went into study, training, or anything that might get her closer to that uniform.
Of course, being a teenager, Riley didn’t take a straight path. She had a rebellious streak: skipping classes now and then, sneaking into off-limits dome sectors with friends, even picking up a warning for reckless zero-g racing. Nothing serious, but enough to give her a taste of consequences. By the time she was old enough to apply to Starfleet, she’d figured out that proving herself through defiance wasn’t the answer. She channeled that restless energy into academics and training instead, determined to make it count.
The Academy tested her in ways she hadn’t expected. She declared Security as her major, with minors in Interstellar Relations and Survival Strategies, but the first year was rough. Cadets doubted her ability to keep up, and sometimes she doubted it herself. That changed when she met T’Varen, a Vulcan cadet in her program. Riley’s impulsive energy clashed with T’Varen’s calm logic, but over time they found a balance. T’Varen’s patience helped Riley rein in her temper, and Riley reminded her friend of the value of instinct and heart. They became inseparable — study partners, sparring partners, confidants.
In her second year, she came under the instruction of Lt. Commander Javier Torres, a Security officer with real frontier experience. Torres didn’t just drill tactics into his cadets; he taught that Security’s real job was to protect lives. When Riley pushed herself past exhaustion in one exercise, trying to prove she could keep up with anyone, Torres pulled her aside. He told her strength wasn’t about what you could shoulder alone, but about how well you protected others. That lesson stuck deeper than anything she’d read in a manual.
Later that year, a live-blade drill left her with a cut across her left forearm when she dropped her guard. It was healed within minutes, but she asked to keep the scar. To her, it was a reminder that mistakes teach, and overconfidence hurts. Torres supported the choice, saying scars could be better teachers than books.
Her proudest moment came later, during a cadet cruise simulation of a boarding action. Riley found herself in command when her unit came under pressure. She kept her team together, trusted their abilities, and made the kind of quick decisions that earned her strong praise from her instructors. Torres debriefed her afterward, noting that she succeeded because she inspired trust, not fear. It was then that Riley realized he had become more than just an instructor to her — he was the model of the kind of officer she wanted to be: decisive, principled, and quietly compassionate.
Now, in 2405, she’s graduated with honors and waits for her first assignment. Beneath her uniform sleeve, hidden from view, she carries a tattoo that winds across her right arm: stars, moons, nebulae, and darker patterns woven together. It’s her story etched in ink — resilience and fragility, dreams and struggles, the proof of how far she’s come. To Riley, it’s a private reminder that strength isn’t about size or appearances. It’s about standing up, over and over, no matter what the universe throws in her way.
== Personality ==
Academy Majors: Security
Academy Minors: Interstellar Relations, Survival Strategies
Hobbies & Past-Times: Martial arts, holo-novels (especially mysteries), zero-g handball, sketching starship designs
Short-Term Goals: Earn respect of her first crew and commanding officer; gain real-world experience in away missions
Long-Term Goals: Rise to the rank of Chief of Security; eventually teach at Starfleet Academy
Personality: Determined, disciplined, empathetic beneath a calm and confident exterior
Sense of Humor: Dry wit, occasionally sarcastic but never cruel
Phobias: Fear of confinement in tight, sealed spaces after a childhood airlock incident
Likes: Teamwork, challenges, stargazing, classical music
Dislikes: Dishonesty, unnecessary violence, being underestimated
Pet Peeves/Gripes: Sloppiness in procedures, people who don’t respect chain of command
Bad Habits / Vices: Sometimes overworks herself; reluctant to delegate
Achievements: Graduated with honors; earned strong praise from instructors for her leadership during a cadet simulation
Disappointments: Failing her first Academy combat simulation, which motivated her to improve
Illnesses: Standard childhood illnesses, nothing chronic
Strengths: Quick thinker under stress, physically capable, strong sense of justice
Weaknesses: Can be stubborn, sometimes too self-critical
Fears: Losing a crewmate under her watch; failing to live up to expectations
Prejudices: Slight skepticism of those who act without discipline or disregard Starfleet protocols
== Questions ==
Most Painful Experience: Being trapped briefly in a damaged lunar transport airlock at age 10, leaving her with mild claustrophobia.
Best Time: Graduation day at Starfleet Academy, with her family present in San Francisco.
Most Crucial Experience: Leading her cadet team during the simulated boarding action, cementing her confidence in Security.
Role Model: Her Academy instructor, Lt. Commander Javier Torres, who taught her that true security is about protecting lives — and who personally guided her growth as a cadet, shaping her into the officer she aspires to be.
Referrer / How you found Fed Space (If 'Google' or 'Search Engine' please specify the search engine and the term searched for): Was looking for a Star Trek RPG online, to share in with others about one of my favorite franchises
Name: Riley Wright
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 106 lbs
Build/Body Type: Petite but athletic; wiry strength from disciplined training
Complexion: Fair
Hair Color: Black with violet highlights
Hair Style: Medium-length, often styled neatly but allowed some freedom off duty
Eye Color: Dark brown
Voice: Warm, steady, with a subtle trace of her Luna upbringing
Off-Duty Clothing Taste: Prefers simple, practical attire—comfortable trousers, jackets, and boots, with occasional bold accessories
Distinguishing Features: Confident posture, piercing gaze, sleeve tattoo on right arm (kept hidden under uniform), faint scar on left forearm from a training accident
== Personal History ==
Date of Birth: April 12, 2382
Place of Birth: Tycho City, Luna
Marital Status: Single
Siblings Name & Ages: One younger brother, Daniel Wright (18, still in secondary school on Luna)
Mother's Name: Dr. Amelia Wright (astrogeologist)
Father's Name: Marcus Wright (civil engineer)
Parent's Status: Both alive, but often distant due to their work-focused lives
Pets: None currently; grew up with a family Labrador named Cosmo
Best Friend: Cadet T’Varen (Vulcan, fellow graduate of the Security division)
Personal History: Riley Wright grew up in Tycho City on Luna, with the Moon’s stark horizons outside her window and the hum of research stations in the background. Her parents, Amelia and Marcus, were both professionals — her mother spent most of her days analyzing rock samples and running data models, while her father was always tied up in infrastructure projects. They loved her, but work usually came first. Riley learned early to keep herself busy, or to look after her younger brother, Daniel. That independence became a part of her, though she sometimes wished her parents had been around more.
Being short — barely scraping 4’11” — meant she was often dismissed or underestimated. It annoyed her to no end, but instead of letting it break her down, she fought harder. Martial arts classes, zero-g sports, anything physical she could throw herself into — she turned her size into an advantage. Quick, precise, stubborn: that was how she made people notice her.
At ten years old, a transport malfunction left her stuck in a damaged airlock until a rescue crew pulled her free. It only lasted minutes, but the memory stuck. The air felt thinner, the walls too close, and she carried that fear with her long after. Rather than shy away from it, Riley swore she’d never let fear decide who she was or what she could do.
By twelve, she already knew where she was headed. A Starfleet delegation passed through Luna, and she was hooked. The way they carried themselves — calm, confident, explorers and protectors rolled into one — lit a fire under her. From that point on, every extra hour went into study, training, or anything that might get her closer to that uniform.
Of course, being a teenager, Riley didn’t take a straight path. She had a rebellious streak: skipping classes now and then, sneaking into off-limits dome sectors with friends, even picking up a warning for reckless zero-g racing. Nothing serious, but enough to give her a taste of consequences. By the time she was old enough to apply to Starfleet, she’d figured out that proving herself through defiance wasn’t the answer. She channeled that restless energy into academics and training instead, determined to make it count.
The Academy tested her in ways she hadn’t expected. She declared Security as her major, with minors in Interstellar Relations and Survival Strategies, but the first year was rough. Cadets doubted her ability to keep up, and sometimes she doubted it herself. That changed when she met T’Varen, a Vulcan cadet in her program. Riley’s impulsive energy clashed with T’Varen’s calm logic, but over time they found a balance. T’Varen’s patience helped Riley rein in her temper, and Riley reminded her friend of the value of instinct and heart. They became inseparable — study partners, sparring partners, confidants.
In her second year, she came under the instruction of Lt. Commander Javier Torres, a Security officer with real frontier experience. Torres didn’t just drill tactics into his cadets; he taught that Security’s real job was to protect lives. When Riley pushed herself past exhaustion in one exercise, trying to prove she could keep up with anyone, Torres pulled her aside. He told her strength wasn’t about what you could shoulder alone, but about how well you protected others. That lesson stuck deeper than anything she’d read in a manual.
Later that year, a live-blade drill left her with a cut across her left forearm when she dropped her guard. It was healed within minutes, but she asked to keep the scar. To her, it was a reminder that mistakes teach, and overconfidence hurts. Torres supported the choice, saying scars could be better teachers than books.
Her proudest moment came later, during a cadet cruise simulation of a boarding action. Riley found herself in command when her unit came under pressure. She kept her team together, trusted their abilities, and made the kind of quick decisions that earned her strong praise from her instructors. Torres debriefed her afterward, noting that she succeeded because she inspired trust, not fear. It was then that Riley realized he had become more than just an instructor to her — he was the model of the kind of officer she wanted to be: decisive, principled, and quietly compassionate.
Now, in 2405, she’s graduated with honors and waits for her first assignment. Beneath her uniform sleeve, hidden from view, she carries a tattoo that winds across her right arm: stars, moons, nebulae, and darker patterns woven together. It’s her story etched in ink — resilience and fragility, dreams and struggles, the proof of how far she’s come. To Riley, it’s a private reminder that strength isn’t about size or appearances. It’s about standing up, over and over, no matter what the universe throws in her way.
== Personality ==
Academy Majors: Security
Academy Minors: Interstellar Relations, Survival Strategies
Hobbies & Past-Times: Martial arts, holo-novels (especially mysteries), zero-g handball, sketching starship designs
Short-Term Goals: Earn respect of her first crew and commanding officer; gain real-world experience in away missions
Long-Term Goals: Rise to the rank of Chief of Security; eventually teach at Starfleet Academy
Personality: Determined, disciplined, empathetic beneath a calm and confident exterior
Sense of Humor: Dry wit, occasionally sarcastic but never cruel
Phobias: Fear of confinement in tight, sealed spaces after a childhood airlock incident
Likes: Teamwork, challenges, stargazing, classical music
Dislikes: Dishonesty, unnecessary violence, being underestimated
Pet Peeves/Gripes: Sloppiness in procedures, people who don’t respect chain of command
Bad Habits / Vices: Sometimes overworks herself; reluctant to delegate
Achievements: Graduated with honors; earned strong praise from instructors for her leadership during a cadet simulation
Disappointments: Failing her first Academy combat simulation, which motivated her to improve
Illnesses: Standard childhood illnesses, nothing chronic
Strengths: Quick thinker under stress, physically capable, strong sense of justice
Weaknesses: Can be stubborn, sometimes too self-critical
Fears: Losing a crewmate under her watch; failing to live up to expectations
Prejudices: Slight skepticism of those who act without discipline or disregard Starfleet protocols
== Questions ==
Most Painful Experience: Being trapped briefly in a damaged lunar transport airlock at age 10, leaving her with mild claustrophobia.
Best Time: Graduation day at Starfleet Academy, with her family present in San Francisco.
Most Crucial Experience: Leading her cadet team during the simulated boarding action, cementing her confidence in Security.
Role Model: Her Academy instructor, Lt. Commander Javier Torres, who taught her that true security is about protecting lives — and who personally guided her growth as a cadet, shaping her into the officer she aspires to be.
Referrer / How you found Fed Space (If 'Google' or 'Search Engine' please specify the search engine and the term searched for): Was looking for a Star Trek RPG online, to share in with others about one of my favorite franchises