FULL NAME: Emiliano De La Rosa NICKNAMES: Em, Emilo, De La Rosa, Grumpy Ass SEXUALITY & PRONOUNS: Demisexual ROMANTIC STATUS: Widowed ZODIAC: Libra PETS: All the animals he owns OCCUPATION: Owner of Lone Ridge Brewery ROMMATES: The ghosts of his past TATTOOS: None
BACKGROUND:
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Emiliano De La Rosa was born and raised in Blackstone Ridge, TX, where tending to livestock and open skies helped shape the person he is today. Growing up on his family’s ranch, Emiliano learned early how to work the land, tend livestock, and fix just about anything with his hands. His parents, hardworking immigrants, instilled in him a deep sense of duty, community, and pride in his roots. And as a kid, he was always tinkering—whether it was repairing fences or sneaking off to strum an old guitar under the stars, dreaming of a life that balanced grit with something softer.
That balance came in his twenties, Emiliano met Sofia, a spirited woman with a laugh that could light up the darkest room. He wan enamored with her instantly, she became his moon, stars, and sun. They married young, building a life together on the ranch where Emiliano expanded the ranch with more horses, cows, and a noisy flock of chickens that always seemed to scatter at the worst times. He only expanded because Sofia loved the animals and it was her dream they start a family on said ranch. She brought warmth to his gruff demeanor, and their home was filled with love, even if Emiliano’s stubborn streak and tendency to grumble about the weather or a broken tractor made her roll her eyes. While they never had kids, they would eventually go on to adopt a scruffy mutt named Bandit, who followed Emiliano everywhere, loyal as the day is long.
Tragedy struck when Sofia was diagnosed with a terminal illness at 30. Emiliano poured everything into caring for her, doing anything he could to be by her side. When she passed ten years ago, it left a hole in him that never quite healed. He became quieter, a touch grumpier, his rough edges sharper as he buried himself in work to cope. But he’d quietly drop off groceries for struggling families or fix a widow’s roof without being asked. He tried to keep the side of him that was soft, caring, kind as alive as possible in honor of Sofia. But he was broken and it showed.
Eventually, Emiliano threw himself into something new. What started as a hobby brewing beer in his barn became a passion, and he found that he was naturally good at it. He left Blackstone for a bit to learn about different breweries in different cities, educating himself on the ins and outs. What people gravitated to, why, how easy it would be to recreate. Then five years ago he decided to open Lone Ridge Brewery in Blackstone. Now the brewery is a local staple, with a taproom where folks gather to swap stories over pints. Emiliano’s there most nights, wiping down the bar, grumbling about spilled drinks but always staying late to listen to a patron’s troubles.
His ranch is still home, now bustling with animals—six horses he rides to clear his head, a herd of cows he tends with care, chickens that still drive him up the wall, and Bandit, now graying but still trailing him like a shadow. Emiliano’s exterior hides a heart that’s fiercely kind. He’ll curse under his breath while helping a neighbor round up stray cattle or spend hours teaching a local kid how to saddle a horse. His wife’s death left him guarded, but his love for her lives on in the way he cares for others, even if he’d never admit it. But if you can get past that grumpiness the man will spin you a story or even (on a rare occasion) strum his guitar for ya.
THE ANIMALS:
Bandit with one of the horses
Please don’t ask him the names of the chickens because he can not remember who is who and they absolutely drive him nuts aha
