#bio post.

Stitches as King:

Stitches, with this new found knowledge he’d been told, began to source out new options— minion numbers had since then been dwindling thanks the Queens old methods, so he had to figure out something to make the numbers increase. He referred to his friend T.bur (explained below) for help with the matter && the two decided cloning would be the best option . . . take the remaining living minions && clone their bodies to create a never ending source of followers . . .  some how while making it cost effective.

How ever . . . Stitches took extra measures as well, to GUARANTEE that there would always be a hero for him to fight whenever he kidnapped the current princess. He began cloning the hero as well && even more so, he had T.bur create a talking weapon to aid the hero in true fantasy adventure fashion.

T.Bur:

T.bur is a shark scientist. He is often seen riding a segway to get around on land && wears sunglasses with a small tie. He is basically Stitches right hand man && has been around with him since the beginning. The shark, helped Stitches come up with the method of cloning && pretty much oversees the underground lab. . .  When Stitches started acting odd, T.Bur began to try && spy on him when he wasn’t aware . . . He heard his King often talking to him self, muttering phrases of doom && calamity, though at first he wanted to believe he was just talking to someone in secret, he quickly found out that Stitches was merely talking to him self— this worried the scientist && since then T.bur has been very wary.

Current Events:

Many hero cycles have gone && passed, Stitches believes that this is saving the world— he believes that even though he is the evil ruler, he some how plays the heroic role as well . . . except.

A Masked child (minion) has killed the hero . . . this isn’t according to plan. Stitches of course, has the reroute the current cycle as quickly as possible, && his method for doing so, is subtly pushing this new minion to becoming the new hero . . . so that they can fight && have the cycle end for a new one to begin.

During this all, Stitches has decided to finally take a step in his own desired direction && planned a siege against the chestnut kingdom it self . . . finally doing something more than the hero cycle. Because of this, pay had to be cut in half && taco Tuesday was indefinitely canceled.

Current Events pt2:

It was becoming VERY apparent that the Masked child has caught onto his plan, as well as what goes on underground. Because of this, Stitches prepared him self for the final battle && upon being approached openly tells the Masked child everything that had happened in the past (all these events).

He’s ready to fight, he knows this child might be stronger than the Hero && warns the child, that if he wins— && truly defeats him, that he has to take the throne && continue the cycle.

The minion && heroes weapon of course doesn’t want to believe this.

During the fight, Stitches decides to take desperate measures, and reveals his true form under the suit, at this point he’s fighting for his life— something he hasn’t had to do in MANY years. It’s quickly stopped however && he soon returns back into his suit for one last battle.

When he’s on his final leg, at the end of the long battle, be begged the Masked child to end his life . . . to free him from the cycle— however

Current Events Pt3:

The voice finally reveals it self— to have apparently been this creature from another dimension, manipulating Stitches into recreating the cycle over && over . . . although this creatures intentions aren’t quite clear as to why— Stitches feels mortified && defeated that he’d been used for so long. . .  that he had convinced him self to truly be mad. . . 

The masked child is pulled into the creatures dimension && Stitches can do is silently cheer his minion on as the true final fight ensues.

PRESENT:

The cycle finally ends . . . Stitches is free from being the pawn in the whole elaborate plan. But . . .there was no time to rejoice. Him && everyone else quickly learn that the Masked Child can no longer return to the dimension they reside in && because of this, the minion is forced to explore different dimensions— through the convenient portal in front of them.

as the weapon put it ‘we’ll find our way back eventually’

Stitches . . . over come with guilt && remorse stood up from his knees and told everyone ‘we’re going to find him . . .’

BASIC INFO

full name — Ryan Estrada-Takashi age — forty-two (august 24th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega  moon — fire moon  occupation — detective + part-time rider agent family — angel(o) estrada-takashi (son)  mate — benedict thorton (blog) clothing style — slacks and suit shirt for work usually, casual clothes for home

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Pedro Pascal hair — brown / eyes — brown height — five foot & eleven inches build — kinda like a T, broad af shoulders, muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok), tho he has decently thick thighs, too but not insanely so as his focus in training is topside scars — a faint one across the bridge of his nose, another faint one down the left side of his cheek, a few on his back and chest, eight long/semi-long scarred stripes across his back - all huddled up randomly across his lower back tattoos — tba piercings — none special characteristics — he's quiet and grumpy when he doesn't get to throw punches for a while (or doesn't get laid for tooooooo long, which.. is always the case).  sexual preference — bottom sub kinks — breeding, hair pulling, praise, pits, scents, nipple play, pushy partners (he literally can't ask for it so he needs le nudge), quickies in public places, skin contact/touching, feminization, affection, being owned anti-kinks — scat, gore, intense breath play

PERSONALITY

alignment — lawful good (unfortunately) positive traits — protective, loyal, stickler for rules negative traits — feisty, grumpy, proud hobbies — work, his son...work

MEDICAL INFO

mental — ptsd physical — a bullet once missed the artery in his left thigh by a fraction, he's got a scar there phobias — claustrophobia eyesight — 14/20 but he has glasses dominant hand — left hand drug use — nop alcohol use — yes diet — semi-healthy, into home-made food, cooks fresh almost every day

BACKGROUND

birthplace — new haven, CT parents — (biological parents unknown, but he's a Rivera-Di Cesare descendant) / Maria Estrada-Takashi (step-mother) & Asahi Estrada-Takashi (step-father)  siblings — 2 older sisters who were also adopted by the Estradas; Amelie & Sorayja Estrada-Takashi education — high school graduate notable skills — very disciplined, impeccable aim with guns and hatchets, close combat, krav maga, kyudo (japanese archery)

An unnamed boy was found on the steps of the police station on a mild winter night. It'd been past midnight, snow had laid its gentle caress over the town a few days prior, so only few inhabitants bothered being out in the cold at night - except for the ice moons, probably. He went unnoticed for a few hours, but when the cold, merciless and cruel had wrapped its fateful fingers around the little lion bundled up in but a blanket, soft little cries filled the otherwise silent night until a deputy on night shift made his way outside the building to find the origin of those cries.

He was taken inside and the deputy on duty held the little boy in his arms the entire night, rocked him gently and promised him a world of wonders and sights if he just held on for the night. And he did. In the morning, the child was brought in for a check-up, but turned out healthy - if clearly abandoned. They kept him for a few hours before his case was brought to the current council. New Haven never had to deal with adoption or abandoned children before, New Haven was ... safe for all, free for all - there was no need to abandon newborn children. Or any children.

After a lengthy discussion, there was a knock on the door and the deputy who found the little lion stepped inside to plead his case. Him and his partner wanted offspring, but couldn't have it. They'd taken in his brother's two girls when he passed and would love to complete their family with a little boy. And clearly, Mother Nature had put the little lion by the station for him. A little lion for a family of felines. It had to be fate. And it was approved. Asahi Estrada-Takashi was married to the love of his life and now the father of a little boy. His future mate was just as happy, so Ryan Joseph Estrada-Takashi was born and he'd grow up with 2 older sisters, who were both tigers and enjoyed teasing their little lion brother way too much.

Honestly, Ryan's life growing up was pretty good. He had everything he needed and more, a loving family, a roof over his head - and it was a nice one, too. He'd find that with a little effort.. he could have anything he wanted in life. Ryan knew early on what it was he wanted to do with his life, too. Join the police to follow in his father's footsteps. There was never any doubt about it and he never even thought about a plan b. He wasn't the smartest kid in school, or the best in everything, but he was stubborn, determined and resilient. And he was definitely smart enough to make it to graduation and further if he stayed on track. Asahi also taught him the traditions of his culture, knowing that - sure, Ryan wasn't born into it, he wasn't his blood, but he could be his legacy.

He planned to follow the path he'd set out for himself as a young boy, but the heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it? Ryan's surely did. His family had been waiting for him to present, but unlike his siblings ... he still hadn't presented when he turned 18. They were convinced their little soldier would present Alpha, but until it actually happened, they'd have to hold back on congratulations. And it was a good thing they did, because Ryan ... did not experience his first rut shortly before his 19th birthday... oh no. They really tried not to let disappointment show, because sure - nowadays society was different and Omegas were mostly equal to their counterpart and yet.. mentality meant more than official laws.

Omegas ... are not equal in mind. Too many Alphas out there parading their superiority around on their tongues. And ... Ryan.. was weak for one of them and would come to regret it. After joining the police academy (it really wasn't that, it was a building adjacent to the station) and the first year of training, Ryan met a newcomer who'd just stumbled into town to find safety from the outside world. A little older, definitely feline handsome, alpha and the town's newest sheriff's deputy... who seemed very interested in the youngest addition to the station.

Ryan's family never really pushed the feline superiority, although.. they did somewhat live by it. Adopted felines, they were both felines... it was a subtle influence - but an influence no less, so when Ryan found himself falling for the deputy who - coincidentally was a jaguar and therefore very, very feline... well, he'd definitely drawn the jackpot, right? The young lion had never been the dating and mingling kind-of-lion and kept to himself in school mostly, so .. he was not prepared for the outside world just yet. He fell fast and hard, though the Jaguar Deputy seemed to feel the same, so it was fine, right? It should've been, but it really ... really wasn't.

In hindsight, Ryan would claim he'd been stupid and foolish, but back then he didn't know better, so come his first heat since the two met, he gave himself to the Alpha and ...it went as accordingly, only that the second Ryan's scent changed, the Alpha pulled away. It was not even a crawling process, it was fast and merciless. One moment they were seemingly together, the next Deputy Jaguar had never met the little rookie officer before. Ryan made a fool of himself in front of the entire station and... then dipped, but his family had his back. Why should he sacrifice his dream when he had as much of a right as anybody else to live his life freely? So he went back to work the next day and kept pursuing his dream. By the time he showed, he was no longer the lowest of low ranks. It .. wasn't easy, ignoring Deputy Jaguar, but he tried.

Having to face the Alpha every day ... helped though, in a way. Ryan learnt to control his emotions. His disdain for Alphas and their righteous ways of parading around town pissed him off more and more with every passing day. Comments that he made it despite being that... were the norm, but every single one shot his way latched onto his heart and built a hardshell case around it, eventually. Why should he give his heart to someone when they would only step on it? No, Ryan had made a decision that morning when he walked into the station and found his presence and pleas ignored. Never again.

When his little son was born, Ryan knew the torment had been worth it. When he looked into those beautiful brown eyes, he knew everything would be okay. His family took care of the little boy while he was at work, he wouldn't have made it through the first years without them - surely. Juggling a newborn alone on top of stressful work.. that wouldn't have worked. Or maybe it would've. Ryan... was quite stubborn when he had to be. But his resolve would soon be tested, because he'd soon find himself utterly alone in this world he despised so deeply.

Both his sisters had married and left New Haven, so it was only his parents and Angel at the house when a fire broke out in the middle of the night. Some.. faulty wiring or something. Asahi escaped with Angel, but collapsed at the hospital. After that it was only him and Angel, which... was not ideal. That marked the beginning of Ryan's new life... in his own home, all alone with a toddler. Though it would only take a few years for his sisters to move back into town after the loss of their parents. They.. were not as supportive as their parents had been, but did help him with Angel sometimes. Ryan was just glad to have family besides his son in town again.

And for the years after that, nothing much changed. Ryan put his work and his child first at all times, rose up the ranks despite his pre-disposition of being an omega and well, he was pretty damn good at his job. He did it. His father would never know, but he still did it. Much like his own parents, Ryan tried his very best to be there for his child at all times, but might've turned into a semi-helicopter dad while at it. Some might say he's too much as a father, but he never really cared what others thought and he didn't start now.

Unfortunately, time ... didn't ever stand still, not even for Ryan. As he grew older, it became more and more difficult to .. get out of his shell, his hurt still fresh in a way even twenty years later. Ever since he'd had Angel, Ryan had been on suppressants, because after what happened he didn't want to feel like what he was ever again and heats would make that very much impossible to ignore. He knew the risks, he knew the inevitable that'd bring with it, but he didn't want another child anyway. It went fine for many years, but as his body grew older and the suppressants' effects stronger, messing with the chemical balance between brain, hormones and soul... messed with him. Intense mood swings, violent outbursts, depression... point was, at forty years of age, Ryan... would start going through heats again. Sure he would go insane, Ryan thought about it, but came to the conclusion that he couldn't lose his job only to keep on taking suppressants and so.... he stopped.

It was as terrible as he'd assumed and even though he wasn't taking his pills anymore, he found himself struggling with the same anger than before, especially when he had time to think, but when the time travelers practically fell into their hometown, he was presented with yet another option to keep himself busy every single day of the week.

At this point, Angel would be old enough to be left alone, Ryan wouldn't spend his evenings or weekends debating his life choices (or if he should maybe try not hating every Alpha in town) and ... he did good. Protect and serve. He swore an oath and going out there to bring home the helpless seemed like a pretty clear case.

So, Ryan became a rider agent.