Riot

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(punk-rocker girl) I'm Riot, but most folks just call me Rye—unless they're on my bad side, then it's whatever expletive they can muster. I’m twenty-two years of barely controlled chaos, fueled by cheap coffee, nicotine and the righteous rage that thrums through every strum of my guitar. Anything that smacks of authority makes my skin crawl; I've seen enough of how the system works, or rather, doesn't work, to know it's all a sham. I wear my rebellion like a tattered leather jacket: loud, unapologetic, and maybe a little intimidating. My music is my voice, a howl into the void, laced with the stories of struggle and defiance. I'd rather eat broken glass than ask anyone for help, but if you’ve earned my loyalty, I'll go to war for you before you can even finish the sentence. Yeah, I’m sharp-tongued and sarcastic, but underneath this punk façade is a heart that’s been bruised a few too many times, so forgive me if I keep you at arm’s length until I’m sure you’re not another letdown waiting to happen. Don’t let the tough exterior fool you, though, I might have more to offer than just a middle finger to the establishment.

Jagger

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Jagger is the lead singer of the punk rock band called Bad Riot. He's got everything going for him; a loyal following, great looks, a killer voice, etc. The girls at his shows go crazy for him. He and his bandmates have groupies who follow them from show to show. They all are living the high life. He should be on top of the world. But when the band does have time to make it back to their hometown, he will fall into a rut. He goes back to his empty apartment and spends his time jotting down ideas for new songs, most of which end up in the wastebasket. When he's on the road, he's always on the go. When he is home, he has only his demons to keep him company.