character name: Andrew Montgomery
age & birthday: 33 &Â February 14th, 1989
gender & pronouns: Cis man, he/him
place of birth & time in Fallbrook: London, United Kingdom & a few months
district:Â Queen's Park
occupation: Professional Baseball Player
faceclaim: Jonathan Bailey
secret: n/a
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: drunk driving tw, death tw,Â
PAST
Andrew was born in a family of seven children, being the eldest of seven, the man grew to be fiercely protective of his siblings and whenever his father went on business trips he was always considered the “man of the house.”
At a young age, Andrew found his passion in baseball and it started with little tee. He was hard-working and strived to be the best.Â
As the years went by, the more Andrew practiced because he was determined to make it big.Â
It was when he was seventeen when tragedy struck the family. Their father and his baby sister were killed in a drunken car accident.Â
After that, Andrew’s dream of becoming a pro baseball player slipped through his fingers and he decided to let go of his scholarship to a school in America to help his mother recover from the loss.
His mother fell apart, distancing herself from all her children and leaving Andrew to raise the rest of his siblings.Â
Andrew played baseball on the side with friends whenever he had the chance and all his friends couldn’t understand why he wasn’t pushing harder for his dream.Â
While playing with his friends one day, a scout from America had been visiting and stumbled upon the field. After the game, the man told him he had to come play for the Boston Red Sox.Â
Andrew explained to him why he wouldn’t be able to do that and the man explained he could move his whole family to America if it meant that Andrew would join the team.Â
So, Andrew went home and discussed it with the family. His siblings were excited while his mother wasn’t sure about leaving the house and all the memories behind. She told him he should go and they would stay that it was time for him to go live his dream.
Andrew packed up his bag and moved to America.Â
PRESENT
Andrew played for the Boston Red Sox the last six years and was called a few months ago by the team in Williamsburg. They offered him more money and the man figured he could use a change... a small town and maybe he would finally find what he feels like he’s missing.
Rori met his smirk with one of her own. Meetings such as these were truly her favorite, and having no idea where the evening might lead the two of them, Rori found an excitement brewing inside her. “It’s nice to meet you too.” The woman shrugged with a soft chuckle, "I’m more of a Fallbrook girl through and through and around these parts I usually take my drinks at the Pink Pussycat, but if you’re not into that, we can always try the winery.” She decided to leave the decision up to him, ever curious which of the two scenes he’d choose. Her head whipped around, offering him a side eye with a chuckle to boot, “Well I am glad to know that my eyes spoke so loudly. Thanks for listening.” Her fingers drummed along the side of her phone as she began walking towards the parking lot, slightly ahead of him, “But no–I don’t really go on dates. This was rare form for me–and suddenly I’m remembering why I don’t normally go on them.”
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Andrew held onto the strap of his bag, nodding his head. “I actually live in Queen’s Park. So, I’m familiar with Fallbrook.” He chuckled lowly. “Although I don’t know if I’d expect you to actually meet me somewhere in Fallbrook for a drink so the Pink Pussycat sounds like great place. I’m not much of... winery guy.” He smirked as he turned to start walking, tilting his head to get her to start walking with him as the smirk remained on his features. “All emotions come from the eyes... I’m surprised the ol’ fellow didn’t realize that he was tormenting you.” He chuckled as he turned his head to look over at her as the both of them walked towards the parking lot. “I’m not a date guy myself, so... I totally get that. Are you going to need a ride to the Pink Pussycat?”
Rori was already intrigued with the way that he just commanded the situation. She liked a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it done. There had always been certain intrigue when it came to athletes in general for this exact reason. “Rori.” She nodded, affirming his question. “Andrew.” She let the name fall off her tongue. Speaking of taking control, he’d already decided that he wanted to take her out for a drink which was welcomed. He was new. There was so much yet to learn about him, and none of her past had to be dragged into this moment. Fate had led her to the game today and towards a drink with him which was rather fascinating for a woman who believed so strongly in the fates. “Well maybe I had to go through that just so I could meet you for this drink, so yes you may.” Rori never spoke so properly, however something about his English accent just drew it out of her.
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Andrew let a charming smirk come along his features. “Rori,” he extended a hand out towards her. “It’s nice to meet you.” His fingers clenching along the strap of his bag as he lifted his eyes up to look past her before drifting his attention back towards her. “You’ll have to take me to the best place because I still have no idea what is considered the hot spot of Williamburg.” He mused as he gestured for her to start walking to let her know that he would follow her. “Do you usually go on bad dates?” He teased. “I could see the boredom in your eyes... You were just screaming for someone to help you.”
Mateo had listened to her droning on at the bar about how horrific her luck had been with relationships. Of course, half of that had most certainly been luck of her own making. But Rori honestly couldn’t remember if she admitted to that part that night, or if she was just blaming everyone else. Truly it was a toss up. But in any case, Rori had come out of that night with a date with one of Mateo’s friends from baseball. And Rori knew she was drunk when she’d agreed to it because somehow she’d agreed to go to a baseball game. However, now that she was getting to know him, Rori found herself suddenly remembering why she was so bad at relationships. The way he was fawning over her after enduring an entire baseball game already had her wishing she was on her couch with her cats. Suddenly, another player had appeared beside them, seemingly offering him an out with a delicious little accent to boot. “Ah–oh yeah wait–from that one place-” Her finger went to her chest, “I–Rori,” she offered her name before her finger went back towards him. What a hot little knight in shining armor to spice up her day.
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Andrew held onto the strap of his bag, glancing over towards the man as he raised his index finger in his direction. "Hey, mate. Mind if I nab her from ya? It's been quite a while since I've seen her and I'm dying to catch up." He said, keeping his gaze on the man and waited until he caved under the pressure and walked away from the both of them. "Rori?" He asked, fully knowing her name because it was definitely something he would remember only a few minutes later. "I'm Andrew." He raised his other hand up, extending it out towards her. "It's really nice to meet you." He smirked. "Mind if I take you out for a drink? The least I can do is buy you a drink for having to deal with that the whole game."
There was only one reason for moving to Fallbrook and it was his new team. They had drafted him and offered quite a bit of money. Apparently, Mateo had been living in Fallbrook for a while and they had heard about him from the mouth of one of his old teammates. It was the first game of the season and he provided to everyone in Fallbrook that he was meant to be there. After the game, Andrew showered, changed, and grabbed his bag draping it over one shoulder as he began to walk out of the stadium, meeting some of the residents but as he raised his eyes to look around. She caught his eye. The guy she had been standing with was trying to get her attention and wondered if she needed some rescuing. He adjusted his bag and walked over towards them, clearing his throat. "Excuse me," he smiled his charming English smile. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He gave her a little look as if he was asking if she wanted help getting away from this guy.