TORRES, Ryker Nathaniel

[Ryker Nathaniel Torres]

RYKER NATHANIEL TORRES

FULL NAME: Ryker Nathaniel Torres
NICKNAMES: Stryker (though he rarely answers to it)
AGE: Thirty
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: New York Yankees Pitcher

HAIR: Dark brown, short cropped hair
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: .
TATTOOS: A heart with an arrow on his left shoulder blade and a thai sign for protection in the inside of his right bicep.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Brant Daugherty!

LIKES: Baseball, cold beer, double chocolate chip cookies, Greek salad, tropical vacations, speedboats, fast cars, spring training, crab legs, Game of Thrones, caramel lattes, dogs, concerts, good music, singing along, Firefly, Joss Whedon
DISLIKES: fruity cocktails, skanks trying to use him, talking on the phone, forgetting to record a show when he's out of town, messing up a play, jalapenos, hack comedians, missing a workout, loud people, facebook, traffic, warm beer, ignorant bastards
FEARS: throwing out his shoulder, getting carjacked, clowns
SECRETS: Ryker will purposefully put his phone on "Do not disturb" so he has an excuse to when he ignores it; which he does quite a bit.
PERSONALITY: Ryker looks far more menacing than he actually is. Really, it's the persona that gets people going. He's really a bit of a teddy bear who loves kids and will be found more often than not when there are kids on the field, running around with them. He loves being the crazy uncle to his teammates kids, because his own siblings have none yet. He's a bit wild but he was thrust into the life of a baller at a young age. Despite that he's quite mature, he just has his days. And that's okay. He'd been a determined and very driven man to get where he is now. Talented as he is, there's no way he would have gotten so far without a business oriented brain in that pretty head of his. Ryker is a secret nerd loving all things Joss Whedon and he has quite the sweet tooth. It's a shame he can't cook or bake to save his life! He's obviously quite athletic and actually enjoys a hard workout. All that working out and the life he leads has him as bit cocky but he is still figuring his life out and that's just fine, too. He has a bit of a romantic streak though it's not something he advertises because he can never quite tell if a woman is after him for him or because she wants to be a notch in his bedpost.

MOTHER: Martha Torres & fifty nine.
FATHER: Rico Torres & sixty.
SIBLINGS: Kurt Torres & thirty three
Debbie Torres & twenty eight.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Trigger & Malamute
HOMETOWN: Tampa, Florida.
HISTORY: Rico Torres and Martha West met of all places at a rock concert. It was some local underground band, a group no one had ever heard of except those who knew them and forced all their friends to listen. Martha had been that friend in her group. Eventually she had concerted the lot of them and that was how they found themselves at the warehouse turned concert venue that night. Rico had loved the music the band played since the first time he'd happened across them, which as it happened, had been the same time his friend's had as well. So there had been no need to convert anyone. Martha had gotten herself turned around and somehow managed to move away from her group of friends until she'd been surrounded by strangers. After looking around for a few minutes and finding no one she recognised, she stumbled across Rico and his friends. She looked lost, he asked if he could help her but she told him it was a waste of him. He suggested she stick with them until after the show, they could find her friends then and she agreed.

During the next few years, they did just about everything together. And at twenty five and twenty six, Martha and Rico were married. A year later saw the birth of their first son, Kurt, named after Cobain, as they'd both wanted their first born to be. Their second had a name all his own though still quite unique. They named him Ryker and two years later, they rounded out the pack by outnumbering the adults with Debbie, named after Debbie Harry, obviously. The children were demons growing up but neither of them would have changed a thing about their lives. It was always interesting. Rico had three loves; his family, his music and the great American pastime, Baseball. Kurt hadn't ever seemed interested in throwing the ball around and Debbie liked her books more than anything else but Ryker was different. Ryker loved throwing the ball around with his dad and he was good, even at a young age. They'd immediately started him in T-ball and then moved him up through the levels as he reached the appropriate ages.

Through high school he was on the varsity team, starting his freshman year; something that had never happened at the school before him. He was co-captain of the team the following year and captain of it the year after. He was damn good, he loved it and both showed whenever he played. Scouts came to watch him play and Ryker signed a contract straight out of high school. He still wanted to get a degree though so he worked through a correspondence course to eventually, after nearly ten years of stopping and starting, achieved that goal of his. Throughout all that time he was traded once from Florida to New York and the move proved to work better for him. He thrived in the big apple. Now at thirty, Ryker is starting to realise that he can't play ball forever and though he has a few back up plans, he doesn't have someone to share them with. It doesn't always bother him but then he'll be sitting in that nice apartment he has, unwinding with a bottle of import and wishing there was someone there to sit around with, watch a movie with, cook with; though he burns water so it would be more like watching the woman in his life cook for them.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali
RULE WORDS: I have these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Under a rock in the gardens at the zoo.
SAMPLE:

Hard pass!

 

[Cali]