Outwardly, Rich Smith was as normal as could be. In school, he was voted 'Most Boring', which didn't bother him; he didn't depend on the judgements of others for his self-image. He studied maths and business in college, and became a chartered accountant. He fit in with the number-crunchers at the office perfectly... a taste for grey suits, a sober haircut, no piercings, no tattoos, no weird affectations.

But that wasn't the real Rich Smith. He loved alternative, trance, ambient music, New Weird fiction, surreal art movies and the whole underground club scene. It was just that he didn't feel the need to outwardly mark himself as belonging to that urban tribe... though her certainly appreciated the look, the dyed hair, skin ink, piercings and body mods, especially when he met Peta.

Unlike most of the crowd who dismissed him as a square or a wannabe, she pierced through his casual, bland exterior and saw the inner freak... and loved him for it. Rich loved her too, loved the tastes they shared and where they differed, loved every inch of her body and her self-designed look. The only disappointment was that she wasn't as kinky and experimental as had hoped... but there were ways to fix that. He would coax her, teach her train her, and show her all the delights she'd never imagined.

Rich has a boy-next-door set of good looks, even features with just a hint of ruggedness, and short dark hair. He has a dash of Mediterranean blood, giving him a dusky complexion and dark eyes that appear warm and caring, never letting the inner devil show unless he wishes it. He is 6'2” tall and well-built, fit and toned without being overly buffed.