[cis man, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ALEJANDRO FACUNDO]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [DIEGO LUNA]. You must be the [FORTY] year old [DETECTIVE]. Word is you’re [TRUSTWORTHY] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [“DANCE WITH MY FATHER” BY LUTHER VAN DROSS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
A T A G L A N C E
Full name: Alejandro Dionisio Facundo Arias
Date of birth: 29th of December, 1984
Gender: Male
Location: Seabrook Quarter
Occupation: Detective
Relationship Status: Widowed
Time of Aurora Bay: Four years
Faceclaim: Diego Luna
(tw: death of a spouse, death of a parent, drunk driving)
B I O G R A P H Y
Alejandro was born in Toluca, Mexico, on the 29th of December 1984, as the eldest of three children. Up until he was eight, he lived in Toluca with his siblings and parents. When he was eight, his mother died in a car accident — and following this, him and his family relocated to Mexico City.
When Alejandro was eleven, his father remarried. While Alejandro was happy for his father, and while his step-mother was never anything but kind towards him, he still felt a reluctant sense of resentment. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, the feeling remained. Though he knew it was irrational, it was almost as though his mother had been replaced.
At eighteen, Alejandro decided to go travelling before trying to settle down into a career. With some friends, he backpacked around the world and saw beautiful sights that would live with him forever. When he was twenty-one, he had every intention of returning back home — but then he met her. At a party in Los Angeles, he met Isabel, a recent college graduate, and he fell completely in love. Strange, how an act as simple as sharing a cigarette on a rooftop could shake his entire world and turn every one of his plans upside down.
He never did end up returning back to Mexico City that summer — or the summer after. Instead, he began a relationship with Isabel, moving in with her shortly afterwards. Within three years, they were married. She got a job as a vet, like she had always wanted. He got a job as an accountant. They were happy. He was happy. When they were able to take shared vacations days, they would head back to visit his family in Mexico City, but for the most part, they built their lives together in Los Angeles.
When Alejandro was twenty-seven, his father died after a short illness. For a while, him and his wife returned to Mexico City to be close with his family. One of Alejandro’s biggest regrets in life would forever be that he had never allowed himself to truly rebuild his fractured relationship with his father before he passed. Eventually, the time came for him and his wife to return to Los Angeles.
Both had always wanted children, and when Alejandro was thirty-two, those dreams finally came true. Their son, Tomás, was born in the July, and with him, Alejandro truly felt as though their little family was complete. Sure, the adjustment wasn’t completely smooth, but it was worth it to hear their son laughing and babbling. Alejandro eventually left his accountancy job to join the police.
Tragedy struck in 2019, when Isabel was struck by a drunk driver when on the way home from work. Now a widow, Alejandro found himself faced with a world that he’d never thought he would be facing — a world without his wife. Unable to remain living in the house he had hoped to have a future with his wife inside, Alejandro and Tomás moved together to Aurora Bay, where Alejandro qualified as a detective, bought a house in Seabrook Quarter, and tried to rebuild a life.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Positive: Trustworthy, caring, hardworking, loyal
Negative: Impulsive, stubborn, workaholic
O T H E R I N F O R M A T I O N
TBA
C O N N E C T I O N I D E A S
Neighbours
Coworkers
Drinking buddies
A babysitter for Tomás
Niche reference but if you’ve ever watched BBC’s ‘Motherland,’ I’d love for Alejandro to accidentally find himself in a friend group of fellow parents like the one in that show!
Alejandro had found himself in the Luxe Crystal Shop in the hopes he could find a good Birthday present for a friend of his — they’d seemed very stressed recently, and something to relax them felt like it might be appreciated. He’d been searching through the candle section when he heard someone speak beside him.
“Smells kind of… earthy?” He said, taking a small sniff of the candle she had offered. “Herb-y? Not sure it’s my thing.”
She hadn't fully paid attention when she offered the candle, and at the sound of Alejandro's voice, she brightens, giving a smile. She's blanking on the name, since it hadn't been her department, but not the details. "Oh! Heyyyy! Zoe! From the... Hospital. How's your son, by the way? Healed right up since the cough?"
@alejandro-facundo
Alejandro’s eyes widened in recognition as the woman introduced herself. “Oh! I didn’t recognise you without your uniform.” He held out his hand awkwardly, unsure if a handshake was the right thing to do in this kind of situation but mind completely blank on any other action. “Alejandro. Nice to see you again.”
“Right as rain,” he said with a smile. “Back to running around the house. Turns out I probably was being a paranoid parent after all.”
“How have things been with you since then? Still helping out in other departments?”
With his own washing machine broken and a son who seemed to make it his mission to find every possible bit of dirt the moment his back was turned, Alejandro had had no choice but to trudge down to the local laundromat, basket of laundry in hand.
Loading his dirty clothes into the washer, he couldn’t help the small furrow of his brow.
Turning to the person nearest to him, he said, “You ever put off doing laundry for so long, you can’t remember wearing these clothes?”
Spending the afternoon waiting for his clothes to wash and dry wasn't exactly on Julian's favorite list of thing to do, but it was a necessary evil. With a half-dead phone, he'd begun to
"I hear you," Julian agreed, his tone lazy as his head rested against the dry wall of the laundromat. "I try and run through every piece I have until there's no other option but to come here." It was like the DMV or being called of jury duty, much more of an obligation than anything else. "One time, I had to wear a full, three-piece suit. That's all I had left."
“Exactly what I do,” said Alejandro, grateful to have someone to talk to as he watched his clothes slowly wash and dry. “Not sure I’ve ever reached three piece suit level, though. Did you wear the whole thing? Like, not just the shirt and trousers, the actual whole thing?”
“You know, I don’t think it’s the washing that gets me. I think it’s the whole… putting things away again afterwards. Laundry’s a whole days work.” Then he paused. “To be fair, it probably wouldn’t be a whole days work if we didn’t wash our entire wardrobe in one go…”
With his own washing machine broken and a son who seemed to make it his mission to find every possible bit of dirt the moment his back was turned, Alejandro had had no choice but to trudge down to the local laundromat, basket of laundry in hand.
Loading his dirty clothes into the washer, he couldn’t help the small furrow of his brow.
Turning to the person nearest to him, he said, “You ever put off doing laundry for so long, you can’t remember wearing these clothes?”
Spencer had been working on maybe his third load of laundry today. He knew Nina was read him to filth on this one but the guy sometimes avoided doing laundry like it was tax season or something. He just would grab what was on his floor and make it work have the time. He was trying to be better about it but clearly he let it get out of hand again.
“ you see these bags my dude “ Spencer replied glancing over. “ these are all mine so I definitely understand putting off laundry for way too long. “ he admitted before laughing a bit. “ I am trying to be better about it though “ @alejandro-facundo
Alejandro glanced towards the bags of laundry around the man, and gave a chuckle. “Nice to be in equally bad laundry-doing company then,” he said, gesturing towards his own overflowing bags of dirty clothes.
“How’s being better about it going? Because if this is better, I dread to think what it was like before,” he joked. “No offence.”
With his own washing machine broken and a son who seemed to make it his mission to find every possible bit of dirt the moment his back was turned, Alejandro had had no choice but to trudge down to the local laundromat, basket of laundry in hand.
Loading his dirty clothes into the washer, he couldn’t help the small furrow of his brow.
Turning to the person nearest to him, he said, “You ever put off doing laundry for so long, you can’t remember wearing these clothes?”
starter for: open @aurorabaystarter
where: luxe crystal shop
Zoe is browsing the shop's candle selection at the moment, and seems torn on a particular candle labeled 'Serenity.' She smells it a few times, making a weird face, then glances. "Hey, uh... Can you do me a favor? What does this... smell like to you?" She offers the candle.
Alejandro had found himself in the Luxe Crystal Shop in the hopes he could find a good Birthday present for a friend of his — they’d seemed very stressed recently, and something to relax them felt like it might be appreciated. He’d been searching through the candle section when he heard someone speak beside him.
“Smells kind of… earthy?” He said, taking a small sniff of the candle she had offered. “Herb-y? Not sure it’s my thing.”
Date Night: do you like anyone right now? do they know?
“Far as I’m concerned, the only person for me was my wife. Now she’s gone, I don’t have any interest in anything… like that anymore. I’m happy enough, with just me and my son.”
Alejandro had booked the day off work, ready to spend a full day exploring the carnival with his son. With half the day having already been spent trying all the carnival games and messing around on the rides, the pair had stopped for a quick icecream break before hoping to head to the dunk tank.
Alejandro was stood beside the icecream shop stall, Tomás’ hand clasped tightly in his, when he heard the young woman speak.
“Oh, salted caramel,” he said, without a seconds hesitation. “Although if you ask my son, the cookie dough is the way to go. It’s too sweet for me, but if that’s your thing…”
He smiled. “How’re you enjoying the carnival? It’s our first time here, have you got any recommendations for us to check out?”
she normally waited until the final days of these things — the crowds, the excitement, the novelty would've worn off. daphne could have a semblance of peace instead of walking around mostly alone, sans whichever of her brothers she could convince to go with her. daphne can appreciate a quick answer, as long as someone says something. it'd be embarrassing if she just .. was left hanging. “definitely a sweets girl. though maybe not that. the salted caramel does sound good ..” she drifts off, thinking. “any toppings to go with that, or just the ice cream itself? something tells me anything extra may be toeing the line.” his question makes her pause. “you guys been to the pony rides yet? i'm too old for it, but they're still cute to look at. or the games if you're any lucky. the prizes ain't half too bad.”
“Oh, always a hot fudge,” said Alejandro. “Unless the ice cream has chocolate chunks, because that might be a bit much — not that that would bother this one—“ He gave his son’s hair a ruffle — “The more sweets the better, as far as he’s concerned. Have you got a favourite?”
“Funnily enough, we’ve just got back from the pony rides. We had a great time, didn’t we?” A pause, and then, “Any particular game? Because I’m not the most coordinated of people.”
starter for: open @aurorabaystarter
where: the beach!
The pale blonde is there on the beach, sat on a towel, armed with a hat, sunblock, and an actual coverup over her suit, just for sun protection, eyes on the water and, moreover, a group of surfers goofing off in the waves. She's feeling bold, maybe a little friendly in the moment, glancing toward her nearest neighbor.
"Have you ever tried surfing? I feel like I'd definitely end up swallowing my weight in water if I did."
With the weather as beautiful as it was, it seemed a waste to not spend the day enjoying it. With school now over for the summer, Alejandro had decided to take Tomás to the beach for a fun day of sandcastles and playing in the water.
He’d just finished wrestling some sunscreen onto the eight year old when he heard the woman on the towel near him say something.
“I used to love it,” he replied. “I used to do it all the time — but we’re talking years ago.”
He gave a chuckle at her next comment. “Not got the best balance, then?”
“My therapist told me I had to,” Alejandro said bluntly, the alcohol making him perhaps slightly more truthful than he would ordinarily be. “Okay, technically she didn’t say I needed to go to prom — she said I need to… go out more. Stop holing myself away.”
He gave a small shrug, realising that was far too much information to drop on a stranger, and tried to get the attention of the bartender. With a polite smile, he ordered the both of them another drink.
"And so y'went out 't the dive bar, instead of prom." Jude glances around the pair of them, swirling his drink around in it's glass. "Sounds like to me you picked a place 't hide away." He observes, with a slight infliction of humour to his tone. No judgement from Jude at all, for he was here for the same reason.
"Yeah." Tapping his finger on the rim of the glass, Jude decides long after he's actually answered the question the night has been fine. "Not bad."
“I made a guest appearance,” he replied, somehow equal parts defensive and amused. “I was never told to stay out, just to go. Feels like I upheld my promise.”
He was more than aware of the weasely workaround he was spewing, but in his defence, his logic felt sound. He’d done exactly as he was told, after all. There was no time limit of socialising — so he’d simply done the minimal time possible.
Alejandro’s eyes widened somewhat at the comments. “Um,” he said awkwardly, “I think you probably should look into restraining orders. Maybe you could attach it to the flowers?” He jokes, before becoming far more serious. “I’m kidding, by the way. Please don’t actually do that.”
"No, you know what? I don't actually hate that. A little bait-and-switch could do the job. Maybe if I attach an especially heartfelt sticky note to the restraining order it'll drive the point home even more. 'Thanks for the sex, but never come within 100 yards of me ever again.'"
“Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to risk them getting the wrong idea. If they’ve already turned up and tried to fight security, are you sure they’re going to pay attention to the paperwork and not the flowers? They might think you’re rewarding their weird, stalker behaviour or something.”
He shrugged. “Though, I guess you know this person better than me.”
Alejandro knew the feeling well — he’d do anything to keep his son safe, but recently he was coming to accept that if he wanted his son to have a well rounded life, he needed to loosen the reins every so often. Doing it was never easy, but his son was growing up, and he needed to accept it.
“It’s a frightening feeling,” he replied, watching closely as Tomás took his seat. “Seems like they grow up so fast and so slow at the same time. How old is yours?”
He have the young man a comforting smile. “She’ll be safe,” he said. “Wouldn’t have let my son go on it if I didn’t think so. Is this her first time riding something by herself?”
Sully wanted to correct the other man that Sera was his little sister and not his daughter but the truth was, she was Sullys. She’d been his responsibility ever since she was a baby and Sully took that serious. For all intensive purposes, he was her father. Why try and correct someone when the foundation of how she was raised was that he was always her parent.
“ it’s really scary “ he admitted with a smile. “ I obviously want her to experience new things, but I think it’s kind of hard to let go more.” He admitted. “ she’s six. “
“ that is actually a very valid point. If it wasn’t safe, there wouldn’t have been the line to come over here.” Sully noted before glancing back. “ yeah I’ve not been really strict but I did try to avoid dangerous situations. I’m sully by the way.” @alejandro-facundo
“Definitely hard to let go,” said Alejandro. Harder, now that Alejandro was doing this alone. He had never been so overprotective back when his wife was still around, but now that he knew just how quickly things could be lost… loosening his grip still made him break out in sweats, every time.
“I think that’s a natural feeling,” he said. “But it sounds like you’re doing well. I mean, you let her on the ride. That’ll be the bit she remembers.”
“Exactly! People are coming back for more — she’ll be fine. They both will.” Alejandro extended his hand, temporarily shoving his son’s backpack a little further up his shoulder as he did so. “Nice to meet you, Sully. Alejandro.”
open starter! @aurorabaystarter (0/6)
location: all-nighter diner
"...This is life." Dani sighed, after taking a sip of coffee while sitting at the bar. On a regular day, she would be doing her rounds at the hospital about now. Instead, the woman had just left the hospital some minutes ago due to being called in for an emergency surgery. While she could've easily gone home to give her body the rest it demanding, she doubted her stomach would let her sleep. Eating was a priority and she lacked the energy to make anything herself. "Do you think it'd too greedy of me to ask them to leave the pot right next to me?" she joked.
Alejandro gave a chuckle. He knew that feeling well. He’d only just left work himself, and was hoping to grab some food before heading home to save the babysitter and pick up the rest of his son’s routine. Despite desperately craving sleep, he knew it would be hours yet before he was granted any — so, here he was.
“Been there,” he said with a laugh — and he had, with concerning regularity. “Though, I also want that coffee — and I hate to pull this card but I was actually here first…” He gave a grin, hoping his joke was clear despite his exhaustion.
“If we put the pot between us, it’ll look less greedy, right?”
Location: Carnival (Pony Rides)
Status: Open
@aurorabaystarter
Sully was shocked at first that Sera wanted to go on the pony rides in general; let alone do it by herself. It made him realize that his baby sister wasn’t actually a baby anymore and growing up. He still felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders when it came to looking after his siblings, as if one day he would mess up, but it was clear his sisters were finding their ways. “ I feel old “ sully replied as he watched as sera got on the pony and was safely placed to ride around. “ like she was literally a baby a couple years ago and now she just told me she wants to ride the pony’s by herself “ he replied sounding both proud and a bit surprised. " You think she'd be safe on there right?
Alejandro knew the feeling well — he’d do anything to keep his son safe, but recently he was coming to accept that if he wanted his son to have a well rounded life, he needed to loosen the reins every so often. Doing it was never easy, but his son was growing up, and he needed to accept it.
“It’s a frightening feeling,” he replied, watching closely as Tomás took his seat. “Seems like they grow up so fast and so slow at the same time. How old is yours?”
He have the young man a comforting smile. “She’ll be safe,” he said. “Wouldn’t have let my son go on it if I didn’t think so. Is this her first time riding something by herself?”
“any recommendations?” she asks the person next to her. if they were looking at the ice cream menu, daphne wasn't sure, but with the amount of flavors it felt like a safe bet. even she was a little overwhelmed with the choices – it's crowded, a bit, which is why she usually goes towards the end of the day to these kinds of things, when the crowds fizzle out. something something about getting out of her comfort zone. “usually i get just plain chocolate or chocolate - vanilla swirl, but ‘m lookin’ to change things up a bit.”
Alejandro had booked the day off work, ready to spend a full day exploring the carnival with his son. With half the day having already been spent trying all the carnival games and messing around on the rides, the pair had stopped for a quick icecream break before hoping to head to the dunk tank.
Alejandro was stood beside the icecream shop stall, Tomás’ hand clasped tightly in his, when he heard the young woman speak.
“Oh, salted caramel,” he said, without a seconds hesitation. “Although if you ask my son, the cookie dough is the way to go. It’s too sweet for me, but if that’s your thing…”
He smiled. “How’re you enjoying the carnival? It’s our first time here, have you got any recommendations for us to check out?”
Do they have any deal-breakers, things that would make them seriously reconsider a relationship?
“In the entirely hypothetical world where I do, for whatever reason, decide to start dating again, the number one deal breaker would be around my son. He comes first for me. If you don’t treat him kindly, or make an effort to understand him, or if he isn’t comfortable with you — I think that would be the end of things.”
“Of course. I met mine. Married her. Had a son. Since she died, I haven’t had any interest in any of the whole… dating, romance thing, because why would I? I’ve already met my soulmate. We had many happy years together. I wish we’d had more, but what we did have was perfect. I don’t need anything else.”
