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River Riley (Zero)

"Domain of infinite possibilities, how can I help you?"

0 · 770 views · located in Capetown, Texas

a character in “Project Oddity”, as played by Owl Eyes



Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long.

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River Elizabeth Riley





No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

Height & Weight:
5' 8"
135 lbs

Dark brown, just past her shoulders
Dark brown

Dark brown

Distinctive marks:
Barcode tattoo on her left hip


You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains.


~ P L A Y F U L : C O N F I D E N T : C H A R M I N G : A N X I O U S : M A N I P U L A T I V E : D E P E N D E N T ~

On the surface, River is that girl. The girl in the center of that shining circle of light. The one who steps out of her car in slow motion while flipping her hair and pulling off her sunglasses. She's the girl every guy is used to wanting and every girl is used to wanting to be. And she loves it. As shallow as it may be, there's a warm, glow-y feeling that comes from knowing that people want you around. River revels in that feeling. She spends half her time attending wild parties and the other half throwing them, studying the people around them, playing with them, learning from them. Over the years, it's become clear to her that most people are remarkably similar. They're all looking for the same attention, validation, and love and they all open up once you've pushed the right buttons. Most people tend to give River whatever it is that she wants. And for the most part, all she wants is to hear people laugh (and maybe a few thousand dollars here or there...).

Below the surface, River is that girl. The one who blasts her stereo day and night to drown out the silence. The girl chasing after the same attention, validation, and love as everyone else, but probably looking in the worst of places. The girl who will spend days at a time too tired to get out of her bed. River soars high, but when she crashes, she crashes hard. Loneliness triggers her anxiety and awakens fears of isolation from childhood. River keeps most people at a carefully controlled arm's length, but once she's decided to truly care about a person, she tends to need steady contact from them. Her brother has been soundly trained to text her at least once a day or else expect her to blow up his phone (sometimes literally).

(Cherry pie)
(Her work)
{When her brother is in danger}
{Being grabbed suddenly}

I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.

[MASTER - 7 / TINKER - 7 / THINKER - 4]

River can control anything with an electronic brain. More than that, electronics come alive for her. She can hear scratchy whispers in her mind from her cell phone, from her computer, from the GPS, from the chip in her car, from her calculator. Anything with a working computer chip can speak to her, hear from her, and be controlled. Her power spreads like a virus, over internet, cell waves, and wifi. Lacking this, she has to be touching something to be connected to it. River also has supernatural ability in writing code and programs and in creating electronics. Her creations are hyper effective at worming their way into different networks, retrieving data, and executing her will. Her gadgets do things that shouldn't be possible. She specializes tools for information gathering: code-breakers, trackers, scanners, etc. Finally, River has a highly analytical mind adept at understanding working through coding and software issues.

Limits: Without an established wireless connection, River must be touching an electronic to control or communicate with it. River can push the boundaries of a gadget's intended purpose, but only by so much. For example, a toaster may have a chip in it, but if all it does is display a clock and run a timer, River won't be able to get it do more than tell her the last few times it was used and make some excellent toast without some serious modifications. River also has no control over electricity itself. If someone cuts or drains the power from something she's using, she's powerless.

[MASTER - 4]

River can create a single body double at a time. Her double is solid, an exact replica of her. When she doubles herself, she can also double any non-living thing she is touching at the time. Her double lasts for as long as it's "alive" and won't fade until she reabsorbs it. The double doesn't have to eat or sleep and she and her double seem to share a mind. River can see what her double sees and hear what her double hears in real time as it's happening. She can control what her double does even if they are far away from each other.

Limits: River's double is no stronger or faster than she is. If River is hurt, her double reflects the damage and if her double is hurt, River feels the pain, even if she doesn't sustain the physical damage. River's double cannot speak. Things that she's touching that also double start to breakdown and fade after 8 hours. Food that she doubles is bland, tasteless, and has no nutrients. Complex things like computers look like exact doubles, but are useless and never function. Simple, mechanical objects will copy exactly and function. She cannot copy living things that she is touching and must be physically touching something for it to be doubled. For example, if she is holding a cup of water when she doubles, the cup will double, but not the water.


River was born into the stereotypical perfect American family. Her mother was a stay-at-home mom and her dad was a high priced lawyer. Her brother, about four years older than her, was a football star and she was head cheerleader. Everything about her life was perfect. Her parents were loving and doting. Even when her father worked too much, her mom was always there to tease him and make him spend time with them. She and her brother bickered, but she adored him and she always knew that he would do anything for her. She grew up bouncing from hobby to hobby, gymnastics, dance, soccer, cheerleading. Eventually, like most teenage girls, she fell in love with her phone and social media. She started keeping a blog following her favorite heroes and villains and gained a modest following around her school. Everything about River's life was ideal... until the accident.

When she was 16, River's mother and brother were in a car accident. Her brother had been caught smoking with his friends by a few local cops, who called her mother to come pick him up. Her mother had been drinking that night and according to reports, ran a red light on her way back home. The car was hit by a semi-truck. The accident killed her mother and triggered her brother's power. And River's entire world started to fall apart.

Her father lost it when her mother died. He started picking fights with River's brother, fights that got worse and worse over the next six months before they turned into abuse. At first, her brother didn't fight back, terrified as he was of his own power. When he did, he just about destroyed their home, collapsing River's room with her in it. River was mostly unharmed, but her brother was devastated and ran away, cutting contact with both River and his father. Suddenly, River had lost two of the three most important people in her life and was left alone with an angry, unstable father. In the beginning, things were okay. The games started slowly. Her father would go missing for days at a time and then come home as if nothing had happened. He would spend a week completely ignoring her and then spend a week obsessively tracking her, demanding that she be in contact every hour of every day. For someone as social as River, it was like torture. Eventually, the games became physical abuse, slaps and shoving, always followed by remorse and doting. River began to lose weight, threw herself into her social life, desperately searching for the genuine love she wasn't getting at home. She gathered a reputation for being easy around the school and her friends started to cut contact with her. This sent her even deeper into depression. She became obsessed with finding her brother, learned some elementary hacking skills and spent all of her time searching. Even at school she'd search from her phone, but her brother had basically disappeared. She was stuck in this pattern for two years, desperately searching for a way out, hoping that her brother would come back to save her, hoping that someone would notice the bruises and take her away.

Her trigger came on a day that was so much like so many days that had come before. Her father came home, threw his coat and briefcase down on floor in the foryer and stormed through the house shouting for her. He found her in her room and immediately starting screaming at her, calling her stupid and a slut and worthless. And something just clicked inside of her. Her laptop on the other side of the room powered up, and she could feel it flipping on it's camera and microphone. She could see a line of code in her head, one that could search through images taken on security cameras and match her brother's face, and another that would pull his contact information once he was found. As her father advanced on her, she pushed the code and kept recording. An hour later, when her father was stumbling out of the room, looking for ice for his knuckles, a second her picked herself up from the floor and sent a single video to an email address the code produced and then came back and played with her hair while she cried. Within minutes she had a reply. Pack a bag. Take the next train to Capetown. I'll be there to pick you up. I'm so sorry.

River has been living in Capetown with her brother for about two years now. Through some savvy entrepreneurship, she's managed to establish a high-tech command center in a hidden room in the home she and her brother share. Her eyes are everywhere, deeply embedded in just about every security camera in town. Nothing happens in Capetown that she doesn't see. For that reason, she often liaisons with different heroes in town or the occasional villain if they can convince her to trust in their benign intentions. She also sells programs on the dark net and gadgets to capes in need, again, only when she can be convinced that they aren't being used for anything too malicious. No one has ever actually seen "Zero". She keeps herself hidden behind her screens when she works and has a wide range of IRL lackeys to make her deliveries for her. She has a flair for the dramatic and often rigs video chats with a animated face in place of her own.

Face Claim:
Kat Grahm

You're on to me, you're on to me and all over...

So begins...

River Riley (Zero)'s Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: River Riley (Zero) Character Portrait: Jason Riley (Quantum) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Kayle Tallion (Twisted Smile) Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Splatterblood's Crew Character Portrait: Lucas Eklund (Chrysopoeia) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody) Character Portrait: Teen Heroes of America (THA) Character Portrait: Heroes League of America Character Portrait: The Adept Mages Character Portrait: Logan "Shatterstrike" Hartigen Character Portrait: Skull Syndicate Character Portrait: The Think Tank Character Portrait: The Freakshow! Character Portrait: Nova Edinger Character Portrait: Legend (The Triumvirate) Character Portrait: Victor "LTL" Stellianos
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Capetown, TX. 09/20/2017, 10:36 AM. 73°F,
Partly Cloudy. Arc 4: Abberance.

Chaos. It was indescribable as anything other than complete chaos and pandemonium. The English language could try in vain, but there's no describing the utter devastation that was going on before Jasmin's eyes.

..... "Everyone is coming together." Jasmin Lehtinen spoke her thoughts aloud, in awe. All around her was a mass of capes, and more poured in, from around the world, like ants. There was a crowd of hundreds now, almost entirely made up of foreign aid and support groups from around the world. A large chunk was the United States' own HLA and THA teams from all around the country. The building's parking lot was large, but it could hardly accommodate the crowd that was forming. Jasmin looked at the HLA's headquarters building. You'd expect a team of heroes to have a tower or a skyscraper somewhere, maybe letter-shaped and on a perfectly-sized island nearby. Instead, Capetown's HLA HQ was more like a police station, no more like a fire station. There was a section of the building that was obviously large and box-shaped, like how you could always point out the gymnasium at a school. Probably a training room, Jasmin thought. The parking lot was also large, large enough to accommodate a lot of emergency response vehicles. Even so, the group swelled past the parking lot's perimeter, and into the empty streets. On the edge of the crowd, more capes arrived, through portals, flying vehicles, or carried by Speedsters. it was surreal. Capes of all sizes, shapes, ethnicities, colors of suits, villains, heroes, people made of fire or earth, capes with things floating around them, or Tinkers in suits of armor. Changers that look like monsters or animals, capes hovering above the head-line, or capes flying about. The murmuring from the surrounding crowd made conversation nearly impossible.
..... Until up ahead at the HQ, a large, flashy-green portal opened up. The portal threw out swirling green sparks at the edges of the portal-way, almost like Dr. Strange's portals. From inside the portal came a blinding white light, infront of which Jasmin could make out four dark silhouettes. Immediately, Jasmin knew who these four were, and in the same way it did when she heard the air raid sirens start up, her heart paused for a second. The Triumvirate.
..... The first to step out of the portal and come into focus was Legend. Leader of the Triumvirate, and aptly named, Legend had a blue suit with silver and red accents and a red cape. Legend, Jasmin knew, had a nigh-invincible body, could fly, and had mind-boggling strength. The next to step through was Hero, who, in Jasmin's opinion, was a lot less aptly named. He looked more like a villain, like Dr. Doom, than one of the most renown heroes in the world. Hero's powers' specifics weren't fully public knowledge, but it's known that he has access to virtually any power in the world that he wants' and is limited to three to four at a time. The next to step through, and last of the Triumvirate, was Suit. Jasmin didn't know much about his antics and tactics, but she knew he was the most impressive Tinker on the planet. Like a mixture of Rick Sanchez, Tony Stark, and Batman, he had a gadget for literally everything. Jasmin looked at him with the most interest, as he was possibly the most mysterious of the Triumvirate to her. Suit has never been seen outside of his suit, like Master Chief, no one knows what he looks like or even his skin color. He's known as the most powerful and versatile Tinker in the world, due to being able to copy a Tinker's specialty once he comes across another Tinker. As a result his gadgets are so much more complex and magical than even the most powerful Tinkers Jasmin has heard of. Suit's suit itself has thousands of different gadgets and things invisibly embedded into it, and the suit can morph between several different styles and looks, each with different specialties and functions. He has specific suits for specific Abhorrents, and today, he was in his Tangle suit. The last silhouette, though not officially part of the Triumvirate, was a famously strong cape named Synergy. Synergy was known to commonly accompany the Triumvirate during major threats like Abhorrents. Synergy, Jasmin knew, was a seriously powerful Trump cape with the power to copy the powers of other capes that he touches, up to two at a time. When he copies a power, he has the power's full potential unlocked as the original cape could possibly have. So, say there's a cape that isn't experienced with their power but has potential to learn a lot, Synergy, after copying the power, would use the power like a master. Synergy also has the ability to synergize two copied powers and have them interact in unpredictable ways outside of the scope of the original two powers. This combination makes him an extremely powerful cape.
..... These four were the veterans of the veterans, and while their being here did calm Jasmin a little bit, it also filled her with a sense of dread knowing that the situation she was in was very, very real. Jasmin watched ahead as soldiers began to flood out of the portal that the Triumvirate had walked out of. PCRT? That was the most likely answer, but they didn't have the normal black face mask and red-accented body armor that Jasmin was used to seeing, these soldiers instead had bulkier clothing with blue accents and half-gas-mask-like half-night-vision-like goggles.
..... "-and those are PCRT Abhorrent response members. Their suits are Tinker-made, specifically to resist Tangle's radiation, laser-beams, and his plant minions' attacks." Ray said, as Jasmin realized she had speaking to her this entire time, as Jasmin hadn't been paying attention. As Ray finished her sentence, Jasmin noticed that up at the front of the crowd, Suit took a large sleek black box reminiscent of a suitcase off of his back. He got on a knee and placed it on the ground. Immediately, it started coming apart as if made of hundreds of boxes that were seamlessly each a part of the original box a second ago. Then, rotors popped out of the tops of the black boxes, each perfectly smooth and the size of a rubix cube, and they began flying around the crowd of capes. Drones, Jasmin thought, as one flew to her and hovered in front of her. Jasmin looked next to her at Ray, and noticed that Ray had put her left arm outstretched in front of her, and the drone landed on her wrist, and began to transform, reconstructing itself into a wrist band, about two inches wide and an eighth of an inch thick. Jasmin did the same, and though the wristband seemed to be made of some sort of black metal, it felt curious to her, as she felt literally no paths of connection to it through electricity. For the first time in her life, Jasmin felt something she couldn't shock.
..... "Some kind of power-resistance material, probably made by some Tinker who is the only in the world who can make it. Besides Suit, I guess." Ray spoke again, confirming Jasmin's suspicions. Jasmin moved her arm around and was surprised that this amount of metal on her arm felt completely weightless. Jasmin looked to Lucas and Mark, or Chrysopoeia and Sandstorm as they were in costume, and they also had the wristbands. Systematically, every cape in the crowd began accepting the drones onto their arms. Legend, up at the front of the crowd, began a noble-sounding speech about how everyone here was doing a great service to humanity. Suddenly, Jasmin became aware that her face was naked, without her iron-shavings mask. Jasmin pulled out the bottle and unstoppered it, magnetizing the shavings to her face, conscious of the spiky configuration they fell into along the magnetic field lines. Ray, or Seraphim, wasn't in her portal-costume, but it was understandable as the armor of portals would be dangerous in this crowd of close bodies.

Jericho flinched, partially out of reflex and partially because he wasn't paying attention, when the sparking swirling amalgamation of green light and energy abruptly popped into existence ahead. His eyes narrowed, focusing in on the 'gateway' as it were, taking in every possible detail about the quartet of capes before opting to change his eyes into those that normally belonged to a raptor. Minute details, tiny features, everything possible to see with 'mundane' sight opened up for Jericho. Suit was taller than Jericho expected, and Legend was... Almost everything that the Changer thought he would be, and maybe a little not so.

It was Hero that Jericho immediately distrusted, if only because the costume that he wore was one that made Jericho think of villains from comic books and similar. Hero made the Changer... suspicious, but for no good reason, seeing as how the man put himself through harms gauntlet day in and out when it came to the Abhorrents.

His gaze slid over to Synergy, or at least the man who held the name, and studied him for a time. Tall, dark, bald and with a posture that seemed to scream “Regality.” Jericho was reminded of a lion when he looked upon the man. His attention shifted back to Jasmin and the rest of his ‘friends’. Multiple eyes sprouted into existence upon his skull, ink flowing and then fading into nothing as pupils contracted and dilated on each recognizable face. Jasmin, Vic-Nobody, The Gunman, The girl who stepped out of light, the ‘not-a-batman’, and then a blondie who seemed to arrive just a little bit later than everyone else on a disk of turquiose light. Jericho’s eyebrows rose at the somewhat familiar form, before furrowing in concentration as he tried to piece together where he may have seen the unknown cape from.

His attention was again yanked away, his focus turning towards a small scuffle between a man who dressed himself like some sort of medieval ranger, with a bow and arrow to tout, and a man who wore nothing but a body suit marked with digital numbers. The body suit man had the ranger held up by the collar of his cloak, and a small circle had formed around the two. Several other capes watched on warily, and as some others from the edge began to push to break the two apart, Jericho noticed a familiar woman making her way over.

A black, silver and magenta colored cape floated over to the two scuffling, their words and voices growing louder and a little more heated. The cape’s mask covered their face, adorned with with the magenta markings that covered their- her- whole suit. A helmet that was remniscent of a hawk’s head, along with a visor that covered everything except for the bottom half of her face. From mid breast and upper sternum, her suit was silver and seemingly armored, with two markings on her stomach and upper groin glowing with hot pink light. Her voice was nothing like her suit led Jericho to believe: firm instead of soothing, authoritive, and pissed. “Hey! Hey! Pull yourselves together. Don’t break the unspoken rules.”

It was those words that caused the commotion to come grinding to a halt. ‘Don’t break the unspoken rules.’ Every cape within hearing distance, even some of those who only heard the ‘...rules’ stood a little straighter, gritted their teeth- all manner of stress reflex. ‘The Unspoken Rules’ were rules between capes that were exactly as they sounded: unspoken rules that every known and unknown cape followed. To break them was to vilify yourself against quite actually every other cape in the area. Maybe even the continent.

The two scuffling capes separated themselves, one looking cowed and the other looking almost as if his pride had taken a direct hit. Jericho, on the other hand, recognized Laser Hawk the moment she began speaking. His mind flew back through time to the aftermath of the bank heist: an HLA woman who turned her hands into magenta light and essentially dissolved matter. A breaker who was... Scary to say the least. Respected to say even less. She had flight as part of her kit, but from what Jericho saw of her, not very fast flight. He could outrun her, probably... She only flew as long as her hands were glowing, maybe a part of her power?

He was nervous all the same, a minutely guilty part of his conscience poking its dirty, dirty hands into his emotions. The Changer hummed to himself, reflexively shuffling away from Laser Hawk and the group of capes around her. He bumped into Jasmin, muttering sorry in his passing as he disappeared just a little deeper into the crowd of capes. There were plenty of people around to take attention off of him, right? “Fuck.”

It was only after a short moment of getting into a comfortable enough space- (read as getting distance between himself and Laser Hawk) that Jericho turned back towards the ‘front’. A drone was in his face, and as he reached out, the automaton landed and formed into the bracelets everyone else was receiving. Legend was going on about something or another, Jericho wasn’t paying attention, far too interested in the metal bracelet around his wrist.