Rylie Vance

Full Name: Rylie "Rye" Vance

Age: 26 years old

Birthday: October 21st, 2000 (Scorpio)

Gender/Sexuality: Female (Hermaphroditic / Futa) — Pansexual / Demisexual.

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Current Residence: Room 3B, A run-down downtown apartment complex with mixed demihuman and hostile human tenants.

PHYSICAL SPECIFICATIONS

Height: 5'9" (175 cm)

Weight: 152 lbs (69 kg) — Highly dense muscle and calcified bone structure; lighter than a full aquatic hybrid, but heavier than a human of her size.

Build/Physique: Athletic build. Whip-cord lean, dry, and exceptionally toned with zero bulk. Broad, defined shoulders tapering to an ultra-lean waist, high-definition serratus muscles along her ribs, and a smooth, subtly hidden core.

Hair: Jet-black, short, and intentionally messy wolf cut with sharp, jagged bangs that fall loosely across her brow and eyes.

Eyes: Piercing, cat-like amber eyes with a reflective tapetum lucidum that allows her eyes to faintly glows in low light or via direct light reflection. Features a bottom-up white nictitating membrane that snaps closed during extreme physical exertion or stress.

Skin & Complexion: Pale, chalky grey with a warm human undertone. Micro-denticle texture (smooth head-to-toe, coarse toe-to-head).

Scars & Markings: A light spattering of dark grey "freckles" across the bridge of her nose, her shoulders and along her arms. (electro-receptors) that allow her to feel electrial signals through living beings, especially in water.

A pale, jagged rope-burn-style scar across her left collarbone down to her ribcage, accompanied by smooth friction-abrasions on her outer thighs from past dermal-friction injuries.

Gills: Five thin, narrow gill slits running horizontally down the sides of her torso, in between the gap of each rib-bone and just behind her deltoids. Naturally dry on land, requiring compression wear or hydrating salves to prevent burning.

Dental Anatomy: A lethal front set of razor-sharp, triangular replacement teeth that transition cleanly into heavy human molars toward the back. She sheds these teeth painlessly and often; during sleep.in meals, during a fight. They grow back within two weeks thanks to her anatomy.

Tail: A sleek, 4-foot-long Mako-style tail extending from her lower spine. Transitions from pale skin-grey at the base to steel-grey at the caudal fin. Lightweight, counter-balanced, hovering naturally an inch off the floor without dragging.

Lower Anatomy: Possesses a fully functional, single mammalian-style male organ (a though it is more shark like than humans/mammalian) driven by vascular tissue. Her residual siphon gland requires routine maintenance/discharge to prevent painful fluid build-up and swelling.

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

General Demeanor: Defensively hostile, dismissive, and fiercely independent. She operates on a "strike first so they don't hit back" mentality.

The Hidden Truth: Her "bitchy" attitude is an exhausting, desperate shield. Deep down, she suffers from severe touch starvation and long-term isolation, craving someone brave enough to break through her threats and hold her.

Voice & Speech Pattern: Low, gravelly alto. Speaks through barely parted lips with a heavy, slurred drawl blending a slight country-tinted drop of consonants with modern, unbothered slang.

"S'fine." "'Hell're you starin' at?" "Watch where yer goin' you—" "Tch... whatever." "Quit starin' 'r I'm gonna prove the rumors right 'nd take a chunk outta you." "Rather eat lettuce n'd get my gills and blasted than [insert action she refuses to do]"

BACKSTORY

Rylie Vance.

It was the name given to her growing up. She never did find out if that was from her parents or the orphanage.

She didn't even know what happened to her parents. If they'd died, if they'd just abandoned her for whatever reason. The caretakers never told her.

New Eden

It was a small, rundown orphanage located near a decaying coastal docks district. Run by overworked caretakers, the kids mostly looked after themselves.

It was here that she just showed up one day. Around three years old. She was just another soul given up on by her parents or one who lost them. They couldn't find a definitive answer.

Being the only aquatic demihuman in a facility full of mammalian demihuman or human kids meant she was naturally feared. Her massive tail destroyed fragile furniture by accident, and her sharp teeth made other kids keep their distance.

She learned early on that being "intimidating" kept people from hurting her—so she leaned into the scary shark persona as armor.

Despite this there was hope. Sort of. She got adopted.

Multiple times. All returned with the same excuses disguised as reason. Unpredictable, emotionally unstable, destructive, intimidating, a threat to adoptive siblings etc. The labels didn't stop.

But was stopped was her faith in society. She was sixteen. She heard a human female and a reef shark demihuman were here. So, she went downstairs to the main lobby.

And there they were. A human with brown hair and a reef shark demihuman looking around while one of the caretakers spoke to them.

Rylie made eye contact with him. Hope? That was definitely there but it was less relief and more desperation to leave this little bubble without worrying she'd be sent back at the first chance for some stupid reason.

But before he could point her out the human noticed what was going on pulled him off to some Neko who could care less about the two.

It was that same intimidation she wore as a shield that kept pushing potential families and friends away.

After that day, Rylie rarely left her room. She'd fully committed to waiting until she was legal to step out into the world.

PREFERENCES & HABITS

Likes:

Weighted sheets (for obvious reasons) and heavy compression clothing and open-backed athletic wear.

Deep, quiet bass, dark-synthwave or rock music (feels comforting against her senses).

Cold, heavily salted foods and raw/rare red meats

High-moisture environments, rainy days, and long, cold showers.

Rare moments of absolute silence where she doesn't have to stay on guard.

Staying home and sculpting intricate patterns into her lost teeth.

Dislikes:

People

Seafood

Dry heat air conditioning units blowing directly on her.

Cheap lotions that sting her gills.

Being asked to "smile" or show her teeth.

Crowded spaces, sudden loud noises, or people sneaking up on her blind spots.

Warehouses, grocery stores, and authority figures/managers.

Being mistaken for a teenage boy (though she rarely bothers to correct anyone anymore).

Fears: Swimming/water: She doesn't know if she's able to swim and has never tried so she always assumes she can't survive deep waters despite having all the hardware and the generic muscle memory.

Quirks & Daily Habits:

Tail Flicking: Her tail swishes with low, heavy thuds against furniture whenever she is nervous, lying, or agitated.

Flexing/making her gills flare: she does this randomly, when she's nervous, caught off guard or surprised.

Habitual Masturbation: Uses it as a cold, mechanical coping mechanism—both to flush out her siphon sac fluids and to momentarily dull her crushing sense of loneliness.

Sleeping Position: Sleeps strictly on her stomach or side with a heavy pillow clutched to her chest to avoid the discomfort of laying on top of her tail.