Riley grew up around soldiers and knights. He always found them wanting in comparison to the campfire stories he heard, the boy wanted to be better than that. He became a scout to his Liege Lord after sneaking into a recruitment tent when technically too young to be given field duty. Riley soon showed his worth with a bow and arrow, a skill the Vesper family had shared from father to son, to even daughter. Between these skills, and his lithe frame and guts allowing him to squeeze into improbable places, he earned the nickname "Fox" from his unit.
It has been many years since then. Riley had settled down in the past, but a quiet life was only something he could enjoy in passing. But, he now has a new reason to fight. His wife and children were depending on him for safety, Riley knew that much. If he didn't keep the enemies of his home and country at bay, he knew he couldn't just rely on someone else to do it. The only choice in his mind was to go forward, and meet his enemies as far between himself and his family as he could. His enemies would surrender, die, or die tired and running.
Riley has a fairly stubborn way in his methods. after all, if he's still alive this long doing things his way, it can't be that wrong. He's nearly middle-aged now, and it shows in his salt and pepper colored hair. He keeps himself clean-shaven, and his clothing orderly, all according to military code. He's a hard-ass through and through, with a habit of finding a way to threaten to put his boot up someones ass. It's unclear if he's serious or joking. Riley might be loud and abrasive, but he will always be the first one to come to the defense of those he cares about, as long as it may take him to warm up to someone.
