"Hi there! I'm Ricky!"
Ricky is ridiculously energetic physically and emotionally, and has a tendency to ramble when he gets especially spun up. He's very gung-ho, which ends up going hand-in-hand with a quick temper. However, his temper is just as quick to reverse itself. He's very up-front socially and in general, and prefers to take the initiative in any given situation. Much of this is to hide/ignore the gnawing mystery of what his late father was like, and not knowing if he will ever know. His absolute favorite thing to do is running. Or maybe climbing. Or maybe baseball. He changes his mind daily, sometimes more often than that! His "favorite thing" is always something active, though.
Ricky's favorite toy is technically the outdoors, but he also loves his cheap plastic baseball bat.
In-Character: "I grew up in Brooklyn, and I was always real active, y'know, a real ball o'energy! I was always climbing on stuff and running around, and Mom didn't like that much. A lot of kids couldn't keep up with me sometimes, y'know. One day I guess I went too far or something one day, and there was a lot of shooting somewhere nearby. I got home late that day, and Mom kept telling me she thought I was gone, that somebody "got me". I don't know what she was talking about, but the next thing I knew we were leaving Brooklyn forever! Mom said she'd found a nice small town with plenty of room for me to run around. I just hope there'll be nice kids there. Y'see, I knew a couple nice kids back in Brooklyn, but a lotta them were real mean. The mean kids said they went to a different school, called "Hardnox" or somethin'. Mom said they're "MEAN KIDS", all scary-like, and told me to stay away from them. I guess she didn't like them. Mom doesn't like a lot of the kids back in Brooklyn.
Other Info, OOC: Ricky grew up in the working class in Brooklyn, and is ethnically Jewish. His mother's practice, and consequently Ricky's own practice of the religion, is very loose and in effect very Deist. His father died when he was only one, so he doesn't remember him much if at all. He wishes sometimes that he knew what his father was like, but at the present he tries not to think about it, as death still confuses him.