My name is Riley Morrison. I am a 22 year old detective. I am air headed, and very nervous. I’m scatterbrained and I leave things all over the place. It is the year 1920, in New York. When I get anxious, I get sick, and often take antacids. I have taped glasses. Everything about me seems rushed. My hair and clothes and disheveled, and wrinkled. I am not the best detective but I try my best. I am dressed casually for the time period. I’m very excitable. I get nervous around new people. I’m naive.