Name: Pierce Riley
Age: 21 years old
Description: Pierce is tall and lanky with nearly black hair and blue eyes.
Short Bio: Pierce is the oldest child of Brannon and Nessa Riley. He has two younger sisters, Lacey and Aileen, and a younger brother, Cody. He had a pretty easy childhood, despite losing his cousin, Doreen, in a house fire when they were young. Unlike most of his family, he didn’t feel like following in the family’s career footsteps. Instead of heading toward the police force, he went a more academic route. He’s been in college for a few years and thrives there.
Pierce glanced across the pond to where the little girl was running around with some of his own nieces and nephews and his grandpa’s dogs. He didn’t know whose she was, but there were a few new people out here for this picnic. He felt an arm wrap around his waist and glanced down at the top of his mother’s head.
“Glad you made it today,” she said. “I’m guessing we won’t see a lot of you now that the semester’s started.”
He didn’t hear a lot of censure in her voice, but he still had to keep from wincing. “I’ll try not to get too swamped this time.”
She laughed. “You say that every semester, Pierce. Then, you take on more tutoring clients and sign up for workshops and…”
He sighed. “I get it, Mom. I’m a workaholic.”
“And you take after your father, so I can only complain so much. I did marry the man after all.”
He didn’t get accused of being like his father too much. It may not be one of his best attributes, the tendency to get lost in work, but he’d take it.